[ 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.]
[ His hips still when it becomes clear that’s what Alucard is asking of him, even if he isn’t clear on the reasons. Instead he just falls against Alucard, legs still coiled around his waist and hands in his hair, breathing slow and heavy and deliberate. It’s more than blood. It’s acceptance of the first thing he ever offered Alucard. It’s trust, for both of them. It’s choosing on his own terms which parts of himself to give to whom (all of him, and to the two of them) and not having that taken from him.
And it’s cool lips warmed by his own blood and skin moving over his own warm, flushed flesh. He swallows back the more undignified of the sounds he’s about to make, instead just sighing. ]
I suppose it would ruin this if I said anything about playing with your food.
[Alucard's kisses to Trevor's neck trail up to just under his jawline and chin, every single one hungry in it's own way. He has a hand on the wound, applying pressure to slow the bleeding and then--]
I would wake up immediately and refuse to talk to you for a week.
[They're words breathed out against Trevor's neck, but the heat in them is angry rather than aroused. Genuinely meant, because Trevor Belmont you're going to ruin a moment.
And what a moment it is. Alucard would be a liar if he said having Trevor in his lap like this, wrapped around him, fingers in his hair, wasn't his favorite position. God. God the heat just wrapped around his body threatens to be too much.]
[ He bows his head, resting it against Alucard’s, hot breath against his neck. ]
Good job I’m not going to do that, then. It’s a close thing, but I think I love you more than I love saying stupid shit.
[ He tests the shoulder at the bitten side. A little pain when he moves it, a dull ache. Nothing unpleasant. And even it it were, this isn’t real. He lifts his head again for a moment, just enough to kiss Alucard’s cheek quickly. The contrast between that kiss and everything else right now is sharp. It’s quick, chaste, light. ]
I’ll keep the comments about having part of me inside you for a little while longer.
[It's a groan. Fond, yes, but still a groan that is not impressed at all with this dirty talk. However, the kiss is a good opportunity to indicate maybe shut up, and so Alucard chases after that kiss with one of his own.
One that's far hungrier, tinged with copper when lips meet lips, when tongue tries to indicate that right now, it'd like to be welcomed into a familiar space. Under other circumstances, Alucard might consider what tasting one's own blood in a kiss would be light. Right now though? He just doesn't want the rest of this ruined.]
[ This time, he can tell that he needs to quit. Even if he doesn’t understand what the problem is, he needs to stop doing this thing. The last name is clear enough about that. The kiss is less a message and more a tempting alternative.
It’s strange, tasting his own blood. Hardly the first time, but still strange. Makes him feel like he’s just been punched, but kind of in a good way. His tongue first flicks against Alucard’s, and then drags along its underside, inviting it in. ]
[He'll explain in the morning. Pressed up against Trevor's side, thinking of little else but perhaps making dreams reality.
Alucard absolutely groans into Trevor's mouth at the touch of the tongue, and he then is so, so happy to accept that invitation. There's no slowness as Alucard deepens the kiss, and far more importantly, the hand that was trying to keep Trevor's hips still releases it's grip. It moves to grab at Trevor's backside instead, aware that it means scratches but not caring terribly much.]
[ He is, at first, too stunned by the kiss to take proper advantage of his newfound freedom. The intensity of it is overwhelming. The hand on his arse reminds him that he cam move again, and his legs coil tighter around Alucard’s waist.
As he continues to stroke his tongue against Alucards, inviting him to prolong the kiss, he finds himself positioned against Alucard’s groin. He moves back and forth against it, rubbing himself against Alucard’s torso as he does. ]
[Alucard's hips immediately respond in kind. The movement of then is uncontrolled. Messy. Definitely not the tender thing from earlier, more just driven by heat. Just as his hand is when it grabs Trevor's arse hard.
He does prolong the kiss though. Doesn't break until he needs air, and even then it's more like he's pulled away for only a moment before returning to where he was before.
Somewhere in all of it though, it occurs to Alucard that as much as he loves being like this, how perfect it is having Trevor around him just so, that it isn't what he wants. Not tonight. So slowly, so slowly, he begins to lean back into all of the soft things beneath.]
[ The grip is bruising, the kind of thing that would wake him up if he didn't want it, would leave a mark were any of this real. Not that he'd mind a few bruises, not if they end up looking half as pretty as the one on Alucard's neck.
He uncoils his legs from around Alucard's waist to allow him to lay down, trying to move down with him to avoid breaking the kiss. He fails eventually, when the need for air returns and he can't quite resume the kiss after pulling away while they're both moving. Instead, he just- looks at his vampire for a little while as he lies back. His almost-perfect, beautiful not-husband. Safe where he ought to be, even if only like this. He's knelt above Alucard, now, knees straddling his hips, and he leans forward.
To put one of the lilacs that fell out of his hair during the kissing back into place, at first. It's a soft gesture after the passion of only seconds before. And it's absolutely calculated to contrast as much as possible with what follows. His mouth goes to that bruise on Alucard's neck, nipping and sucking at the same place over the pulse, all teeth and tongue. At the same time, his hands go downward, feeling for how to undo Alucard's trousers and instead 'accidentally' rubbing him through them. ]
[Alucard doesn't even register that his grip is at bruising force. He's too invested in getting Trevor exactly where he wants him to be, hair fanning out behind him as a ridiculous golden cascade that is still studded with flowers. There's still a smear of blood over his lips, and for all the world, he is content in this moment.
When air is finally needed (and they both really do need it), Alucard takes the time afforded to appreciate what Trevor looks like right now. Whole, albeit shirtless, wings visible and glowing in the moon light, antlers perfect and present. It's a sight well worth staring at, and he reaches up to put his hand on Trevor's chest and enjoy the feeling of flesh against flesh.
That hand stays where it is as Trevor leans down, and his other returns to Trevor's hip. Fingers slip past fabric, brushing against skin, but none of it is as calculated as Trevor's next move. There is a sharp, delighted gasp as Trevor's lips return to the bruise on his neck, and Alucard makes sure to arch upward and away so that there's more skin to be spoiled rotten.
The trousers only have two buttons. Nothing elaborate or fancy. And with that exploration, Alucard's hips roll forward, clearly trying to help find the buttons.]
[ It's nice, here, to be whole and feel like himself. He's recovering in reality but it's slow and painful and certainly not the kind of state that facilitates anything like this. While he is more whole, here, Alucard is almost less. Less perfect, all flushed with hair splayed out in every direction, little bruises on his neck that could never form in the waking world.
Perhaps not less whole. More human sounds a little more accurate.
He kisses and nips at the skin of Alucard's neck, moving about as he does, the first focused attack swiftly turning into something more flighty but no less passionate. Despite the help, he's not in any real hurry to actually unbutton the trousers and continues to rub Alucard through them. The stupid grin can be felt through the kisses every time his thumb catches teasingly against one of the buttons and it seems like he's going to finally do it but instead returns to the performance of pretending to not be able to find those buttons.
It's the promising sensation of cool fingers against the flushed skin of his hips that eventually prompts him to have mercy and finally undo the buttons. ]
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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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And it’s cool lips warmed by his own blood and skin moving over his own warm, flushed flesh. He swallows back the more undignified of the sounds he’s about to make, instead just sighing. ]
I suppose it would ruin this if I said anything about playing with your food.
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I would wake up immediately and refuse to talk to you for a week.
[They're words breathed out against Trevor's neck, but the heat in them is angry rather than aroused. Genuinely meant, because Trevor Belmont you're going to ruin a moment.
And what a moment it is. Alucard would be a liar if he said having Trevor in his lap like this, wrapped around him, fingers in his hair, wasn't his favorite position. God. God the heat just wrapped around his body threatens to be too much.]
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Good job I’m not going to do that, then. It’s a close thing, but I think I love you more than I love saying stupid shit.
[ He tests the shoulder at the bitten side. A little pain when he moves it, a dull ache. Nothing unpleasant. And even it it were, this isn’t real. He lifts his head again for a moment, just enough to kiss Alucard’s cheek quickly. The contrast between that kiss and everything else right now is sharp. It’s quick, chaste, light. ]
I’ll keep the comments about having part of me inside you for a little while longer.
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[It's a groan. Fond, yes, but still a groan that is not impressed at all with this dirty talk. However, the kiss is a good opportunity to indicate maybe shut up, and so Alucard chases after that kiss with one of his own.
One that's far hungrier, tinged with copper when lips meet lips, when tongue tries to indicate that right now, it'd like to be welcomed into a familiar space. Under other circumstances, Alucard might consider what tasting one's own blood in a kiss would be light. Right now though? He just doesn't want the rest of this ruined.]
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It’s strange, tasting his own blood. Hardly the first time, but still strange. Makes him feel like he’s just been punched, but kind of in a good way. His tongue first flicks against Alucard’s, and then drags along its underside, inviting it in. ]
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Alucard absolutely groans into Trevor's mouth at the touch of the tongue, and he then is so, so happy to accept that invitation. There's no slowness as Alucard deepens the kiss, and far more importantly, the hand that was trying to keep Trevor's hips still releases it's grip. It moves to grab at Trevor's backside instead, aware that it means scratches but not caring terribly much.]
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As he continues to stroke his tongue against Alucards, inviting him to prolong the kiss, he finds himself positioned against Alucard’s groin. He moves back and forth against it, rubbing himself against Alucard’s torso as he does. ]
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He does prolong the kiss though. Doesn't break until he needs air, and even then it's more like he's pulled away for only a moment before returning to where he was before.
Somewhere in all of it though, it occurs to Alucard that as much as he loves being like this, how perfect it is having Trevor around him just so, that it isn't what he wants. Not tonight. So slowly, so slowly, he begins to lean back into all of the soft things beneath.]
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He uncoils his legs from around Alucard's waist to allow him to lay down, trying to move down with him to avoid breaking the kiss. He fails eventually, when the need for air returns and he can't quite resume the kiss after pulling away while they're both moving. Instead, he just- looks at his vampire for a little while as he lies back. His almost-perfect, beautiful not-husband. Safe where he ought to be, even if only like this. He's knelt above Alucard, now, knees straddling his hips, and he leans forward.
To put one of the lilacs that fell out of his hair during the kissing back into place, at first. It's a soft gesture after the passion of only seconds before. And it's absolutely calculated to contrast as much as possible with what follows. His mouth goes to that bruise on Alucard's neck, nipping and sucking at the same place over the pulse, all teeth and tongue. At the same time, his hands go downward, feeling for how to undo Alucard's trousers and instead 'accidentally' rubbing him through them. ]
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When air is finally needed (and they both really do need it), Alucard takes the time afforded to appreciate what Trevor looks like right now. Whole, albeit shirtless, wings visible and glowing in the moon light, antlers perfect and present. It's a sight well worth staring at, and he reaches up to put his hand on Trevor's chest and enjoy the feeling of flesh against flesh.
That hand stays where it is as Trevor leans down, and his other returns to Trevor's hip. Fingers slip past fabric, brushing against skin, but none of it is as calculated as Trevor's next move. There is a sharp, delighted gasp as Trevor's lips return to the bruise on his neck, and Alucard makes sure to arch upward and away so that there's more skin to be spoiled rotten.
The trousers only have two buttons. Nothing elaborate or fancy. And with that exploration, Alucard's hips roll forward, clearly trying to help find the buttons.]
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Perhaps not less whole. More human sounds a little more accurate.
He kisses and nips at the skin of Alucard's neck, moving about as he does, the first focused attack swiftly turning into something more flighty but no less passionate. Despite the help, he's not in any real hurry to actually unbutton the trousers and continues to rub Alucard through them. The stupid grin can be felt through the kisses every time his thumb catches teasingly against one of the buttons and it seems like he's going to finally do it but instead returns to the performance of pretending to not be able to find those buttons.
It's the promising sensation of cool fingers against the flushed skin of his hips that eventually prompts him to have mercy and finally undo the buttons. ]
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