[ He lets go, moving back a little so that Alucard can see him in full. Unlike Alucard, life has never really managed to leave a mark upon Trevor. He's never starved, and if he had it wouldn't touch him. The only scar on his body is the long, ugly one down his chest. Even that's worlds better than it was when they first found him, ribcage still wrenched open like the doors of a stable. If Alucard is beautiful despite what life's done to him, Trevor is beautiful in a way that makes him seem largely untouched by life.
Slowly, he draws a hand down himself to indicate where Alucard ought to be looking. From the slight flush of his cheeks and down his neck. Over his chest and the mess smeared across his stomach, taking care to coat his hand in the stuff as he moves it down further. He's hard - heck, he's not far off coming himself - and he draws in breath slowly as he takes himself in hand. ]
Look. Look what you do to me. How it makes me, knowing you love me.
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Slowly, he draws a hand down himself to indicate where Alucard ought to be looking. From the slight flush of his cheeks and down his neck. Over his chest and the mess smeared across his stomach, taking care to coat his hand in the stuff as he moves it down further. He's hard - heck, he's not far off coming himself - and he draws in breath slowly as he takes himself in hand. ]
Look. Look what you do to me. How it makes me, knowing you love me.