[At some point, time stops working properly. It is lost to relaxation, to finger pads rubbing against scalp, to Trevor's dedication unto a single task. The man's ability to focus has never been lost on Alucard, but it becomes more obvious in the intimate moments more often than not. Oh yes, Trevor's a work horse, but that doesn't require tenderness.
These moments do, and Alucard is so very literally awash in it.
More than that, Alucard is quiet. Still. He lets Trevor work, occasionally stretching out his own arms or legs under the water when the threat of cramps grow. But that is the only movement he makes, until it's time to rinse all that soap out of his hair and Trevor considers the task done.
He's grounded soon after, and Alucard's hands move to sit atop Trevor's. He can't see the smirk, but he suspects it is present.
All the more reason to ignore it.]
No. Just...[He sighs, besotted.] Just this. Please.
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These moments do, and Alucard is so very literally awash in it.
More than that, Alucard is quiet. Still. He lets Trevor work, occasionally stretching out his own arms or legs under the water when the threat of cramps grow. But that is the only movement he makes, until it's time to rinse all that soap out of his hair and Trevor considers the task done.
He's grounded soon after, and Alucard's hands move to sit atop Trevor's. He can't see the smirk, but he suspects it is present.
All the more reason to ignore it.]
No. Just...[He sighs, besotted.] Just this. Please.