[Alucard finishes the rest of the matter at hand, gleefully tossing the shirt aside. It means Trevor's bare back is against his own bare chest, and fuck. He has to take a moment to breathe out and collect himself. Never mind that it means hot breath against Trevor's neck.
But as they were. Alucard's careful enough to guide Trevor back down, but after that he realizes that making his own composure stick is likely to be harder than expected. The first kiss to Trevor's back is fine. So are the next several. But the more Alucard kisses, the more he realizes that his own desire is threatening to outweigh the delight of drawing this all out.
It is at the halfway point that Alucard accepts that this was never going to last for as long as he really wanted. His kisses speed up and intensify as he reaches the waist of Trevor's trousers, and then?
Then he stops entirely, one hand moving to stroke Trevor's thigh through the cloth.]
Do you promise to never track that much mud into this house again?
[He isn't at a good spot to whisper in Trevor's ear. Alucard only hopes his touch makes up for it.]
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But as they were. Alucard's careful enough to guide Trevor back down, but after that he realizes that making his own composure stick is likely to be harder than expected. The first kiss to Trevor's back is fine. So are the next several. But the more Alucard kisses, the more he realizes that his own desire is threatening to outweigh the delight of drawing this all out.
It is at the halfway point that Alucard accepts that this was never going to last for as long as he really wanted. His kisses speed up and intensify as he reaches the waist of Trevor's trousers, and then?
Then he stops entirely, one hand moving to stroke Trevor's thigh through the cloth.]
Do you promise to never track that much mud into this house again?
[He isn't at a good spot to whisper in Trevor's ear. Alucard only hopes his touch makes up for it.]