[ There's a retort that he starts - it's a little late for Alucard to get shy about Trevor looking at his dick - but it dies before it reaches his lips and leaves as a long, ragged groan. It's easier to be like this. He feels too hot, fevered, and Alucard's chest is so cool against his forehead.
But Alucard said please.
He forces himself to look up, and when he does his eyes are heavy and unfocussed. His face is flushed, moth hanging open just a little. What had come out as ragged breaths before are harder to muffle like this, instead emerging from him as gasps and whines. And then Alucard's fingers brush against his spine and he's gone. His grip on Alucard's him tightens, he thrusts forward as best he can. He strains with the effort of continuing to look up at Alucard rather than curling in against him again.
He manages, still looking up at Alucard even as his hands and thighs start to tremble with exertion. ]
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But Alucard said please.
He forces himself to look up, and when he does his eyes are heavy and unfocussed. His face is flushed, moth hanging open just a little. What had come out as ragged breaths before are harder to muffle like this, instead emerging from him as gasps and whines. And then Alucard's fingers brush against his spine and he's gone. His grip on Alucard's him tightens, he thrusts forward as best he can. He strains with the effort of continuing to look up at Alucard rather than curling in against him again.
He manages, still looking up at Alucard even as his hands and thighs start to tremble with exertion. ]