[Alucard's practically a dead weight when Trevor starts to shift them around. He's so happy to allow it, and even happier to be put down into the pile of cushions.
They're settled soon enough, and once Trevor lies back down, Alucard's hand is on his hip, resting there. It's feather light, no possessiveness as there might be normally. He's in no mood for that, only for the tenderness.
When Trevor tucks the lilac back into his hair, Alucard actually blushes. He then takes his other hand and runs it through Trevor's hair.]
Yes.
[He leans his cheek against Trevor's other hand, wanting to lean against that palm. To be held all too tenderly.]
[Of course he's sentimental. The teasing just gets a low, warm laugh, one that ends with a soft kiss pressed against Trevor's thumb.]
Neither do I.
[He should kiss Trevor here. Now. It's the right moment for it, after all. But all Alucard wants to do is lie and luxuriate in the affection. He's practically stupid with it right now.]
Apologise all you like. You know there’ll never be any need.
[ He traces patterns across Alucard’s hip, ornate swirling things that mean nothing but feel beautiful and delicate as his fingers trace them out. They branch outwards, downwards, ans before long Trevor’s fingertips are tucked under the waist of Alucard’s trousers. ]
...I was asleep before you, so I don’t know- You’re not- wearing anything you’d rather keep clean?
[ A crude question, awkward compared to everything that came before, but kind of an important one. ]
[Alucard's own hand responds by winding strands of Trevor's hair around his fingers, the letting go. The action repeats with a pleasant idleness, the joy of simply having the texture of Trevor's hair under his hands.
This is so much. He'd feel overwhelmed if this wasn't in dreams.
His feet nudge against Trevor's. Just to be there.]
[ When Alucard’s feet nudge his own, he twines their legs together and brings one thigh up between his legs. When he moves it, there’s not enough friction to really describe it as grinding against Alucard, more just stroking languidly. They have time, and he doesn’t really have any sort of end goal in mind. Just wants to keep touching. ]
[They really do have all the time in the world don't they?
Alucard smiles softly as Trevor rearranges their legs, and he inches just a little bit closer. It feels good, Trevor's warm body against his cooler skin. They're a study in contrasts, they've always been, and it has never felt so right as it does now.
Moving closer means that Alucard's hair fans out behind him, creating a train of golden tresses dotted with flowers. It probably looks better freom above, a flowing river in the moonlight.
His breath is slow and steady, the hand that rests on Trevor's hip idly moving up Trevor's side. There's a pause, then a soft laugh.]
Moon's making it look like there's a silver halo around your head.
[ He nudges Alucard's arm with his elbow to move the hand back a little, to the laces of his shirt. Shirts are a difficult thing when wings are involved, preventing them from being worn in the usual way. More so when antlers are also involved, meaning the kind that pulls over the head are also not really usable. The ones Trevor wears fasten at the back with buttons or laces above and below the wings.
He could remove it himself rather than silently demanding Alucard do it, but he has better things to do right now. Like moving his mouth downward, lips and stubble grazing over Alucard's pulse. ]
Lucky it's so easy to get some colour into your face.
[ As if to demonstrate and without any other warning, he bites with pressure just bordering on bruising. ]
[Sypha's remarked on it before, how Alucard looks like he's made of alabaster or marble when the moon is shining it's brightest overhead. It suits him, given that his wolf form might as well be made of moon light, but it's a much more beautiful effect on Trevor. It brings out more of his delicate features, and that's something Alucard rarely focuses on.
He doesn't mind being nudged into work. Something like this can become one sided in focus much too easily, and with the laces where they are, there's another advantage. As Alucard carefully undoes the first set of laces, the ones that rest right above the wings, his fingers glance over other parts of Trevor's back. His spine is the focus, but there's no pressure to any of those touches. Not yet.]
The second set of strings are caught in Alucard's fingers as Trevor grazes all the very best parts of him over Alucard's pulse. That garners a short breath that becomes a sharper one of delight as Trevor bites down. Alucard's fingers jut out just a little from the sudden sensation, and more importantly, that means there's no more laces holding Trevor's shirt in place.
His fingers stroke up Trevor's spine, just because fair is fair.]
[ He shudders at the contact before leaning into it, and the movement slides the sides of his shirt forward a little. They’re held in place by gravity and very little else now, and the way the cloth shifts when he moves to leave soothing little kisses around where he’s just bitten gives every indication that gravity might not be enough for long. ]
Bring you here for real, one day. Not to keep. Just to visit.
[Alucard's careful as he uses one of his hands to tug the fabric away from Trevor's chest more. There isn't quite enough clearance for it to be tossed aside entirely yet, but the message is doubtlessly clear. He's never hidden the fact that one of his favorite places to rest his head is Trevor's chest.
Each soothing smooch gets a happy noise in response, and Alucard doesn't hesitate to try and tangle their feet together even more.]
[ The shirt finally gives up, sliding over Trevor’s side to fall to the ground at his front, defeated. He slides his hand upward, pushing Alucard’s own shirt up a little. But there’s no hurry. If there was, it isn’t as if the shirt is real, no harm would come from ripping it off. They can take their time, savour this, working in little strokes and nudges. ]
All of us. In winter, maybe. Furs and hot wine and colours in the sky.
[ His lips move back to Alucard’s, kissing perhaps a little more possessively than is really necessary. ]
Shouldn’t get ahead of myself. Right now’s perfect.
[It sounds perfect. Not that right now isn't perfect either, with Trevor's front finally freed from fabric. Alucard's left hand traces up his back, over Trevor's shoulder, then down to the front, resting over Trevor's heart. The movement in and of itself? That is joy. But the kiss, oh.
He'd be terrified at any other point. Now, the sense of mine nearly makes him swoon like a maiden, lips parting ever so slightly if Trevor wants to make that possessive statement further in.]
Mmmm. Do I need to be particularly careful with your wings in this place?
[ He doesn’t, not yet, but the invitation is noted. Instead he pulls back to let Alucard speak and to answer. ]
Not here. [ To demonstrate, or maybe just because he can, he extends a wing to cover Alucard. It’s been a long time since he was able to do that. He misses it. ] Just don’t try to rip ‘em out, or you’ll wake me up.
[One of the side effects of this place? That Alucard's skin keeps it's bruises. On his neck is a wonderful red mark in the shape of Trevor's bites, blossoming into something that might actually stick.
There's an instinct to brush Trevor's wings with his fingertips like this, and so Alucard does. The texture of them never gets old. It never will.]
[ The wings are soft, each scale almost clothlike in texture and about the size of a fingernail. They're far sturdier than a normal-sized moth's wings, enough to be touched without any scales coming loose, but even a human could cause damage to them if they tugged and put some force behind it. It's trust that Alucard wouldn't that means he doesn't start at the contact, his movement and breathing instead sinking into a slow, easy rhythm. The possessiveness from just a moment earlier is silenced for the moment, replaced with almost sleepy contentment. ]
Fuck, 'd I leave a mirror in here?
[ Not quite enough contentment that he's not going to use 'I know you are but what am I' as flirting, but contentment nonetheless. ]
[Alucard’s fingers run over the wings with a measured care. He knows how to touch them now, how to not only care for the things but maintain them so that no part of their sheen comes off under his touch. He’s so, so careful, like this is some kind of sacred act.
Fuck it. It is a sacred act, and eventually Alucard’s fingers reach the tip of the wing, then trail right back. They move from wing to shoulder, and then to stroke down Trevor’s cheek. It’s a gesture to draw him closer, and kiss him again.]
Shut up. [He’s impossibly warm and fond as he says it.] You’re radiant.
[ The scales move just slightly under Alucard’s fingertips, colours shifting a little in the moonlight as they lift and fall like goosebumps might on skin. The gesture has the intended result, and he chases Alucard’s hand the way a plant chases the sun all the way to his lips.
He doesn’t answer at first. His lips are occupied and besides, he was told to shut up. Instead, he moves to accept the offer that was made earlier. He drags his tongue across the front of Alucard’s teeth, avoiding the points-
-but perhaps he doesn’t need to. Alucard hasn’t taken from him since the solstice, and even if he wanted to it isn’t an option right now with his injuries. But here, very little of this is actually real. There would be no blood truly given or taken. ]
Would you like- [ He begins the offer, still slightly breathless from the kiss, but trails off. He doesn’t want to risk ruining this. ] -if you wanted-
[ And then he gives up on subtle and just gestures at his neck. ]
[Yes. That's the kiss Alucard craved, but before he can try to deepen it, his Belmont pulls away. He wants to protest, but something like that? That'd kill the mood. He doesn't want that.
His eyes focus on Trevor, gold and keen and so very still. For Trevor to withdraw at all now seems like a loss but then he makes the offer and Alucard realizes that it isn't so much a question of do you want but will you?
Alucard moves his hand to Trevor's neck, carefully. Carefully.]
Do you wish for it?
[He won't say no. But only if Trevor truly desires it.]
[ The touch is so much. Even just the attention, Alucard’s gaze upon his neck, is so much. He can feel his pulse, and he swallows. He wants Alucard’s face to scape against his stubble. Wants cool breath against his rapidly heating skin. Wants to have all of his component parts be his to keep or give away as he pleases, if he’s being honest. ]
Want to see if the stubble’s an effective deterrent. [ He manages, then grins. ] Might have to shave it, if you don’t help me test.
[It's said with a soft huff and an eyeroll, before Alucard's thumb traces a small circle on Trevor's neck. Slow. Measured. Contemplative and maybe a little teasing.]
It'll help if we both sit up and you have your legs on either side of me. Easier access.
[As if to make his point, Alucard tries his best to sit up. Easier said than done right now, with how tangled they've made themselves.]
[ It’s breathed out softly as Alucard’s thumb teases at his neck, and he manages to surprise himself with it. The neck has never been to him what it is to Alucard, but the promise there, the anticipation of it-
-it was the first thing he tried to offer, wasn’t it? And then later, the first thing Alucard took from him willingly. Slowly, he untangles their legs. He doesn’t want to move, but if it’s necessary then he can sit up, extending a hand. ]
I am offered freely, every part of me. [ There’s no real need to clarify that anymore. ‘Offered freely’ has long ceased to be a statement that no deal is being struck, long been more about the unspoken ‘as a token of adoration’ that follows. ] Freely and enthusiastically.
[Alucard waits to try and move again until Trevor's managed to get himself a little bit more sat up. He follows, pausing just long enough to gather a few softer blankets close. It's for the sake of having them there, if nothing else.
When Trevor extends his hand, it is the easiest thing in the world to take it. Bring it up to Alucard's lips, and kiss each and every knuckle in turn, lingering just long enough. This entire night, the point is devotion. Willingness to give what the other not only needs, but wants deep in their heart.
It's call and response too. Heavy lidded gold eyes gaze up from Trevor's hand.]
I take what is offered, freely and enthusiastically, with no binding matters.
[Except for the ones chosen in all the little ways that could ever matter. Alucard lets go of Trevor's hand, and he moves to the right side of Trevor's neck.
He doesn't bite. Not immediately. Instead Alucard settles himself, one arm low around Trevor's waist, the other caressing the the opposite side of Trevor's neck. All the while, his tongue ghosts over Trevor's pulse point, careful to not press down too hard or tease too terribly. Teasing isn't the point anyway, it's more a preparation. Letting Trevor know where to anticipate the pain and--
--the bite is razor sharp, but also razor thin. Alucard's fangs sink in, careful with where they reach inside Trevor's bloodstream. He doesn't go in deep in the vein, just enough to cause a blood flow.]
[ Pain is something that happens after the fact - if the bite itself is painful, it’s quick enough that there’s not time to feel it. Pain is the slight ache that comes after, easy enough to ignore in comparison to lips and tongue against him, not nearly enough to wake him.
His legs are either side of Alucard when the cut begins to bleed. The blood is green with copper but otherwise is much like deer blood. It tastes of blood just as the tea tasted of tea. It’s nice. Nice to be trusted. Nice to be useful. Nice to have something that some part of Alucard will always want. Very nice to feel the friction of his stubble between his face and Alucard’s. His knees bend, his legs coiling around Alucard’s waist and pulling them closer until he’s practically grinding himself against Alucard. ]
[Alucard picks his head up, just enough to withdraw his teeth. With their removal is the press of Alucard's tongue over the two little pinpricks, and he's careful as he puts his mouth over them as well. It's so simple, lapping up blood like this. He does it so rarely, because taking from anything person shaped a rarity for him.
It's blood. It's copper-y and iron-y and there's that thread of magic through it. It's sustaining, in all the ways blood is for any vampire.
The arm that is low around Trevor's waist moves down, trying to still Trevor's hips. For him, this can't be sexual. This is dietary requirement, it cannot become a thing of arousal as well.
There is a point where all of the lapping and tongue becomes kissing over the wound though, blood smearing along Trevor's neck in a long, slow trail.]
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They're settled soon enough, and once Trevor lies back down, Alucard's hand is on his hip, resting there. It's feather light, no possessiveness as there might be normally. He's in no mood for that, only for the tenderness.
When Trevor tucks the lilac back into his hair, Alucard actually blushes. He then takes his other hand and runs it through Trevor's hair.]
Yes.
[He leans his cheek against Trevor's other hand, wanting to lean against that palm. To be held all too tenderly.]
I love you.
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[ The tone was intended to be an attempt at feigning being dismissive, but it’s too warm for that. It’s teasing instead.
He draws his thumb over Alucard’s cheek. ]
Loved you since the beginning. Don’t regret a moment.
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Neither do I.
[He should kiss Trevor here. Now. It's the right moment for it, after all. But all Alucard wants to do is lie and luxuriate in the affection. He's practically stupid with it right now.]
But there are parts I'll always apologize for.
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[ He traces patterns across Alucard’s hip, ornate swirling things that mean nothing but feel beautiful and delicate as his fingers trace them out. They branch outwards, downwards, ans before long Trevor’s fingertips are tucked under the waist of Alucard’s trousers. ]
...I was asleep before you, so I don’t know- You’re not- wearing anything you’d rather keep clean?
[ A crude question, awkward compared to everything that came before, but kind of an important one. ]
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[Alucard's own hand responds by winding strands of Trevor's hair around his fingers, the letting go. The action repeats with a pleasant idleness, the joy of simply having the texture of Trevor's hair under his hands.
This is so much. He'd feel overwhelmed if this wasn't in dreams.
His feet nudge against Trevor's. Just to be there.]
I'm not. Don't worry about it.
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[ When Alucard’s feet nudge his own, he twines their legs together and brings one thigh up between his legs. When he moves it, there’s not enough friction to really describe it as grinding against Alucard, more just stroking languidly. They have time, and he doesn’t really have any sort of end goal in mind. Just wants to keep touching. ]
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Alucard smiles softly as Trevor rearranges their legs, and he inches just a little bit closer. It feels good, Trevor's warm body against his cooler skin. They're a study in contrasts, they've always been, and it has never felt so right as it does now.
Moving closer means that Alucard's hair fans out behind him, creating a train of golden tresses dotted with flowers. It probably looks better freom above, a flowing river in the moonlight.
His breath is slow and steady, the hand that rests on Trevor's hip idly moving up Trevor's side. There's a pause, then a soft laugh.]
Moon's making it look like there's a silver halo around your head.
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[ He nudges Alucard's arm with his elbow to move the hand back a little, to the laces of his shirt. Shirts are a difficult thing when wings are involved, preventing them from being worn in the usual way. More so when antlers are also involved, meaning the kind that pulls over the head are also not really usable. The ones Trevor wears fasten at the back with buttons or laces above and below the wings.
He could remove it himself rather than silently demanding Alucard do it, but he has better things to do right now. Like moving his mouth downward, lips and stubble grazing over Alucard's pulse. ]
Lucky it's so easy to get some colour into your face.
[ As if to demonstrate and without any other warning, he bites with pressure just bordering on bruising. ]
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[Sypha's remarked on it before, how Alucard looks like he's made of alabaster or marble when the moon is shining it's brightest overhead. It suits him, given that his wolf form might as well be made of moon light, but it's a much more beautiful effect on Trevor. It brings out more of his delicate features, and that's something Alucard rarely focuses on.
He doesn't mind being nudged into work. Something like this can become one sided in focus much too easily, and with the laces where they are, there's another advantage. As Alucard carefully undoes the first set of laces, the ones that rest right above the wings, his fingers glance over other parts of Trevor's back. His spine is the focus, but there's no pressure to any of those touches. Not yet.]
The second set of strings are caught in Alucard's fingers as Trevor grazes all the very best parts of him over Alucard's pulse. That garners a short breath that becomes a sharper one of delight as Trevor bites down. Alucard's fingers jut out just a little from the sudden sensation, and more importantly, that means there's no more laces holding Trevor's shirt in place.
His fingers stroke up Trevor's spine, just because fair is fair.]
I could say the same.
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[ He shudders at the contact before leaning into it, and the movement slides the sides of his shirt forward a little. They’re held in place by gravity and very little else now, and the way the cloth shifts when he moves to leave soothing little kisses around where he’s just bitten gives every indication that gravity might not be enough for long. ]
Bring you here for real, one day. Not to keep. Just to visit.
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Each soothing smooch gets a happy noise in response, and Alucard doesn't hesitate to try and tangle their feet together even more.]
Just me, or all three of us?
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All of us. In winter, maybe. Furs and hot wine and colours in the sky.
[ His lips move back to Alucard’s, kissing perhaps a little more possessively than is really necessary. ]
Shouldn’t get ahead of myself. Right now’s perfect.
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[It sounds perfect. Not that right now isn't perfect either, with Trevor's front finally freed from fabric. Alucard's left hand traces up his back, over Trevor's shoulder, then down to the front, resting over Trevor's heart. The movement in and of itself? That is joy. But the kiss, oh.
He'd be terrified at any other point. Now, the sense of mine nearly makes him swoon like a maiden, lips parting ever so slightly if Trevor wants to make that possessive statement further in.]
Mmmm. Do I need to be particularly careful with your wings in this place?
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Not here. [ To demonstrate, or maybe just because he can, he extends a wing to cover Alucard. It’s been a long time since he was able to do that. He misses it. ] Just don’t try to rip ‘em out, or you’ll wake me up.
[ And that would be tragic. ]
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There's an instinct to brush Trevor's wings with his fingertips like this, and so Alucard does. The texture of them never gets old. It never will.]
I would never.
[Not now, at least.]
S'beautiful.
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Fuck, 'd I leave a mirror in here?
[ Not quite enough contentment that he's not going to use 'I know you are but what am I' as flirting, but contentment nonetheless. ]
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Fuck it. It is a sacred act, and eventually Alucard’s fingers reach the tip of the wing, then trail right back. They move from wing to shoulder, and then to stroke down Trevor’s cheek. It’s a gesture to draw him closer, and kiss him again.]
Shut up. [He’s impossibly warm and fond as he says it.] You’re radiant.
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He doesn’t answer at first. His lips are occupied and besides, he was told to shut up. Instead, he moves to accept the offer that was made earlier. He drags his tongue across the front of Alucard’s teeth, avoiding the points-
-but perhaps he doesn’t need to. Alucard hasn’t taken from him since the solstice, and even if he wanted to it isn’t an option right now with his injuries. But here, very little of this is actually real. There would be no blood truly given or taken. ]
Would you like- [ He begins the offer, still slightly breathless from the kiss, but trails off. He doesn’t want to risk ruining this. ] -if you wanted-
[ And then he gives up on subtle and just gestures at his neck. ]
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His eyes focus on Trevor, gold and keen and so very still. For Trevor to withdraw at all now seems like a loss but then he makes the offer and Alucard realizes that it isn't so much a question of do you want but will you?
Alucard moves his hand to Trevor's neck, carefully. Carefully.]
Do you wish for it?
[He won't say no. But only if Trevor truly desires it.]
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Want to see if the stubble’s an effective deterrent. [ He manages, then grins. ] Might have to shave it, if you don’t help me test.
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[It's said with a soft huff and an eyeroll, before Alucard's thumb traces a small circle on Trevor's neck. Slow. Measured. Contemplative and maybe a little teasing.]
It'll help if we both sit up and you have your legs on either side of me. Easier access.
[As if to make his point, Alucard tries his best to sit up. Easier said than done right now, with how tangled they've made themselves.]
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[ It’s breathed out softly as Alucard’s thumb teases at his neck, and he manages to surprise himself with it. The neck has never been to him what it is to Alucard, but the promise there, the anticipation of it-
-it was the first thing he tried to offer, wasn’t it? And then later, the first thing Alucard took from him willingly. Slowly, he untangles their legs. He doesn’t want to move, but if it’s necessary then he can sit up, extending a hand. ]
I am offered freely, every part of me. [ There’s no real need to clarify that anymore. ‘Offered freely’ has long ceased to be a statement that no deal is being struck, long been more about the unspoken ‘as a token of adoration’ that follows. ] Freely and enthusiastically.
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When Trevor extends his hand, it is the easiest thing in the world to take it. Bring it up to Alucard's lips, and kiss each and every knuckle in turn, lingering just long enough. This entire night, the point is devotion. Willingness to give what the other not only needs, but wants deep in their heart.
It's call and response too. Heavy lidded gold eyes gaze up from Trevor's hand.]
I take what is offered, freely and enthusiastically, with no binding matters.
[Except for the ones chosen in all the little ways that could ever matter. Alucard lets go of Trevor's hand, and he moves to the right side of Trevor's neck.
He doesn't bite. Not immediately. Instead Alucard settles himself, one arm low around Trevor's waist, the other caressing the the opposite side of Trevor's neck. All the while, his tongue ghosts over Trevor's pulse point, careful to not press down too hard or tease too terribly. Teasing isn't the point anyway, it's more a preparation. Letting Trevor know where to anticipate the pain and--
--the bite is razor sharp, but also razor thin. Alucard's fangs sink in, careful with where they reach inside Trevor's bloodstream. He doesn't go in deep in the vein, just enough to cause a blood flow.]
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His legs are either side of Alucard when the cut begins to bleed. The blood is green with copper but otherwise is much like deer blood. It tastes of blood just as the tea tasted of tea. It’s nice. Nice to be trusted. Nice to be useful. Nice to have something that some part of Alucard will always want. Very nice to feel the friction of his stubble between his face and Alucard’s. His knees bend, his legs coiling around Alucard’s waist and pulling them closer until he’s practically grinding himself against Alucard. ]
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It's blood. It's copper-y and iron-y and there's that thread of magic through it. It's sustaining, in all the ways blood is for any vampire.
The arm that is low around Trevor's waist moves down, trying to still Trevor's hips. For him, this can't be sexual. This is dietary requirement, it cannot become a thing of arousal as well.
There is a point where all of the lapping and tongue becomes kissing over the wound though, blood smearing along Trevor's neck in a long, slow trail.]
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