[Alucard tries to dive to prevent him from falling to the floor. Alucard fails miserably, and that? That means a concussion check next.]
No, I blame your drinking.
[He was going to try and make this sexy, but not now. Alucard goes about this practically, running his nails down one side of the leggings, then the other. Then?
Then the peeling off happens. That is careful. Slow. Alucard's eyes focused on all of Trevor's hips and lower body, sighing in relief as the fabric pulls away.]
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No, I blame your drinking.
[He was going to try and make this sexy, but not now. Alucard goes about this practically, running his nails down one side of the leggings, then the other. Then?
Then the peeling off happens. That is careful. Slow. Alucard's eyes focused on all of Trevor's hips and lower body, sighing in relief as the fabric pulls away.]
How's that feel?