[Alucard's always resonded to attention when lavished upon his neck. Here, now, with one hand threaded through Trevor's hair and the rest of the vampire so alert? He's learning that the way Trevor's kissing his chest at the moment is nothing short of electrifying.
The why isn't clear to Alucard. Perhaps because it is meant to be worship. Or maybe just how Trevor's lips graze against his skin just so. It could just be from sheer want. All Alucard knows is that breathy sighs and content, muted groans leave him, and he wants so much more.
Oh. Then the neck threatens, but Alucard? He tugs Trevor's hair, redirecting him downwards to his chest again, the rise and fall faster than when Trevor began.]
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The why isn't clear to Alucard. Perhaps because it is meant to be worship. Or maybe just how Trevor's lips graze against his skin just so. It could just be from sheer want. All Alucard knows is that breathy sighs and content, muted groans leave him, and he wants so much more.
Oh. Then the neck threatens, but Alucard? He tugs Trevor's hair, redirecting him downwards to his chest again, the rise and fall faster than when Trevor began.]
You missed several places, I'm afraid.