[What a good imagination Trevor has. It is entirely accurate, save for the detail of Alucard's eyes debating between closing to focus on the sheer pleasure of everything versus staying open so he can all that's happening in the moment.
He doesn't mind that Trevor treats him like a fragile thing in these moments. Or others. It's one of the signs of love between them, and the understanding that the alchemist needs the kind of reassurances that being treated like a precious sack of spices or sugar comes with. He's so safe and loved. He's worth all the care in the world.]
Of course.
[He whispers the words before finally pulling away from Trevor's neck. Trevor has to see how much Alucard knows what this really means. How his face melts in pleasure and arousal. How much he knows he's loved.]
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He doesn't mind that Trevor treats him like a fragile thing in these moments. Or others. It's one of the signs of love between them, and the understanding that the alchemist needs the kind of reassurances that being treated like a precious sack of spices or sugar comes with. He's so safe and loved. He's worth all the care in the world.]
Of course.
[He whispers the words before finally pulling away from Trevor's neck. Trevor has to see how much Alucard knows what this really means. How his face melts in pleasure and arousal. How much he knows he's loved.]