[Cursed trousers are probably the best curse Alucard could think of on the fly. Mean to be certain, but not inclined to truly make Trevor suffer. Just heighten anticipation. That moan? That's proof that the idea's working exactly as Alucard meant for it to.

But he can make it better. By which he means worse. And also better, as Alucard's mouth begins to move down Trevor's spine, kiss by kiss. Oh, it's no fun having the fabric in the way, but for the sense of suffering and anticipation? Worth it.][He's halfway down Trevor's spine now, knees on either side of Trevor's hips, both hands supporting himself. It's at that moment though that one hand moves, making no secret of how roughly it's grabbing at Trevor's ass.]

What is it?