[Alucard knew the moment that Trevor was in the house that the castle wasn't going to let the mud really get this far. It was perfectly fine, the mud wasn't the point anyway. Just an excuse to be indulgent in a new way, like when Trevor insists that Alucard is nothing but a prince and it all gets wonderfully out of hand.
But waiting is hard, and Alucard fidgets and grumbles with arranging himself just so until Trevor's scent announces his arrival. At that, Alucard goes still, the sheet covering almost nothing at all now. He's laying on his side, one hand supporting his head, the other lazily moving over the sheets and--
--oh, he doesn't have to tell Trevor to kneel. That's a lot.
Alucard reaches his free hand down, stroking Trevor's cheek and then gently, gently tilting his chin upwards.]
It is an insult, of course, but a modest one. We can't control the rain, after all.
[He leans in. Just a little. Just enough to brush his lips over Trevor's.]
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But waiting is hard, and Alucard fidgets and grumbles with arranging himself just so until Trevor's scent announces his arrival. At that, Alucard goes still, the sheet covering almost nothing at all now. He's laying on his side, one hand supporting his head, the other lazily moving over the sheets and--
--oh, he doesn't have to tell Trevor to kneel. That's a lot.
Alucard reaches his free hand down, stroking Trevor's cheek and then gently, gently tilting his chin upwards.]
It is an insult, of course, but a modest one. We can't control the rain, after all.
[He leans in. Just a little. Just enough to brush his lips over Trevor's.]