You move far, far too fast and don't enjoy the give and take.
[Not that Alucard moves down to immediately begin to lavish attention on Trevor's chest. He hovers for a moment more, encouraging him to keep touching at what's left of Alucard's clothes. That's the whole point, how the fabric shifts and interacts with skin. How good it feels on Alucard's end, and the smile that comes with it all.
Then he lowers his head, face mushing right into Trevor's chest. He lingers there for a moment, because if nothing else Alucard just enjoys a good chest, then begins his work in earnest.
His lips move over Trevor's chest slowly and carefully. Practically a cartographer, charting land and having to note every feature. Every valley, every peak, every little scar. Alucard's dedicated in the task, with one hand stroking the inside of Trevor's thigh as he goes about the work.
There's little hums and noises of happiness pressed against Trevor's skin in all of this. He's happy.]
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[Not that Alucard moves down to immediately begin to lavish attention on Trevor's chest. He hovers for a moment more, encouraging him to keep touching at what's left of Alucard's clothes. That's the whole point, how the fabric shifts and interacts with skin. How good it feels on Alucard's end, and the smile that comes with it all.
Then he lowers his head, face mushing right into Trevor's chest. He lingers there for a moment, because if nothing else Alucard just enjoys a good chest, then begins his work in earnest.
His lips move over Trevor's chest slowly and carefully. Practically a cartographer, charting land and having to note every feature. Every valley, every peak, every little scar. Alucard's dedicated in the task, with one hand stroking the inside of Trevor's thigh as he goes about the work.
There's little hums and noises of happiness pressed against Trevor's skin in all of this. He's happy.]