[This is so much better than Trevor's original plan, in Alucard's opinion. If he's going to be spoiled for attention, let it be like this. Let it be this all consuming, let it render him unable to say Trevor's name much more than Tr-- before a loud groan eats all the other syllables. Because that's exactly what happens when Trevor curls his finger, coupled with Alucard's erection rubbing right up against the Belmont.
When he does catch his breath, it's a barely there thing. Unsteady and flushed and so, so delighted.]
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When he does catch his breath, it's a barely there thing. Unsteady and flushed and so, so delighted.]
Beyond good. [He can words. Probably.]
Best.
[Nailed it!]