[It's Alucard that breaks the kiss, in the end. He has to, because he knows his breath is too short to last much longer, and because he knows Trevor won't want this moment to just be pressed against his lips. This entire set up, it's made for these moments, and the tiny part of Alucard that's hooked into dream logic knows it all too well.
So he withdraws. It's at that same time his speed up, and the full of Alucard feels how tight he is around Trevor now. His legs are practically squeezing for dear life, and then finally everything crescendos.
It starts from the bottom of Alucard's spine, coupled with a soft gasp that quickly grows into a long, loud groan. His back arcs upward, chest pressing against Trevor's and nails scratching down his back. Alucard should, in theory, at least bump against Trevor's antlers as his head tilts back just a little to ride out the wave of pleasure that's now spread up his back and out to his limbs, twitching and mad and completely unable to resist the feeling anymore, but it never happens. He simply stays there for what feels like a wonderful, blessed eternity, lips parted to let everything out, skin running as warm as it can ever run, and eyes half lidded and still trying to focus on Trevor in all of it. His hips drive into Trevor's hands, the movement disjointed and messy and who cares an ounce about it anyway?]
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So he withdraws. It's at that same time his speed up, and the full of Alucard feels how tight he is around Trevor now. His legs are practically squeezing for dear life, and then finally everything crescendos.
It starts from the bottom of Alucard's spine, coupled with a soft gasp that quickly grows into a long, loud groan. His back arcs upward, chest pressing against Trevor's and nails scratching down his back. Alucard should, in theory, at least bump against Trevor's antlers as his head tilts back just a little to ride out the wave of pleasure that's now spread up his back and out to his limbs, twitching and mad and completely unable to resist the feeling anymore, but it never happens. He simply stays there for what feels like a wonderful, blessed eternity, lips parted to let everything out, skin running as warm as it can ever run, and eyes half lidded and still trying to focus on Trevor in all of it. His hips drive into Trevor's hands, the movement disjointed and messy and who cares an ounce about it anyway?]