[It's the neck that undoes him. Always the neck. Because oh, oh the groan that comes out of his mouth almost echoes off the walls. It's one of those gut deep noises that starts so low and just blossoms outward, reflecting nothing but pure enjoyment of the moment.
That noise is followed by a similar one as Trevor takes him in hand. Alucard's halfway there, but it feels so good for Trevor's warm, warm hand to be brushing up against him.]
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That noise is followed by a similar one as Trevor takes him in hand. Alucard's halfway there, but it feels so good for Trevor's warm, warm hand to be brushing up against him.]
Mmm. Like that, please.