[All while Trevor speaks, Alucard's hands search for things to grab onto. Trevor's hair. The cloth of his shirt. Sometimes his neck, thumb running in soft little circles every time. It keeps him centered. It lets him feel like he's doing something as well, even though the whole point of this is to spoil the alchemist.
The more the Belmont talks, the more Alucard smiles. Some of it is how obvious they all are (the unsanitary thing is a particular call out) and the rest is just the sheer pleasure of knowing about the future. A very amorous one that is no softer for it.]
What if I want you wrapped around me right now?
[It's good, Trevor's head between his thighs, but not as good as having the whole of the dhampir around him in whatever configuration that might be.]
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The more the Belmont talks, the more Alucard smiles. Some of it is how obvious they all are (the unsanitary thing is a particular call out) and the rest is just the sheer pleasure of knowing about the future. A very amorous one that is no softer for it.]
What if I want you wrapped around me right now?
[It's good, Trevor's head between his thighs, but not as good as having the whole of the dhampir around him in whatever configuration that might be.]