He's gone in what starts as a loud, thundering groan, hands struggling and clinging and trying to hold on but tighter. It ends as a keening noise, high pitched, and through it all, so, so happy. His face flushed red, eyes wanting to stay open and focus on Trevor, but eventually closing to ride out every last moment of pleasure. There's no attempt at forming words, none of that. Just Alucard, moving through every state of pleasure.
When Alucard does finish, it feels as if he's hit a pool of warm water. One to sink and luxuriate in. One where he can at least get out one word and drench it in happiness.]
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He's gone in what starts as a loud, thundering groan, hands struggling and clinging and trying to hold on but tighter. It ends as a keening noise, high pitched, and through it all, so, so happy. His face flushed red, eyes wanting to stay open and focus on Trevor, but eventually closing to ride out every last moment of pleasure. There's no attempt at forming words, none of that. Just Alucard, moving through every state of pleasure.
When Alucard does finish, it feels as if he's hit a pool of warm water. One to sink and luxuriate in. One where he can at least get out one word and drench it in happiness.]
Trevor.