[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. ]
[One of Alucard's hands eventually reaches out and latches onto Trevor's horns. It feels so solid and real under his palm, his fingernails scratching against it and doubtlessly leaving little marks. Being like this, absolutely and utterly undone beneath Trevor, it feels like the kind of thing Trevor once wanted so early on in this relationship. When Alucard was scared and Trevor didn't understand why and all those other bits and pieces.
Alucard doesn't hide the soft murmurs of Trevor's name or the louder groans of delight that come with all of Trevors kisses and bites. His other hand, the one not held onto Trevor's antlers like an anchor, gropes needily at Trevor's chest, enjoying every handful of muscle. There's some pinching, but mostly he just wants to grab and hang on, trying not to scratch too hard.
Which is difficult, given everything happening below. His hips have decided to roll against Trevor's hand at every opportunity, and the tension down there makes the vampire louder and more careless every time. It's starting to get difficult, having the buttons remain undone. Extremely.
So there's a sigh of relief as they're finally seen to. Alucard wiggles hips hips to pull the trousers down just a little bit more, revealing that he's already halfway aroused, a flush starting to finally take over his cheeks.]
[ Barely audible from the outside, the sound of Alucard's nails scratching against the horns is overwhelming to Trevor. Not in a bad way, not painful, but still overwhelming. He can hear it through his bones and he is suddenly so very enamoured with the idea that Alucard is leaving little marks there. It's going to be tempting, when they grow back in reality, to ask him to- he doesn't even know. Carve pretty marks into them, perhaps. Something like that. Something to connect them.
For now, there are other things to occupy him.
His breath starts to catch in his throat at the pinching and stroking and squeezing. It's ragged now, between that and the kissing, his body torn between getting enough air and continuing to attend to the sensitive skin of his boyfriend's neck. He moves back to Alucard's lips. The kisses he leaves there are shallower than the one earlier, paced oddly, somehow both slow and urgent at once. With one last kiss, he settles above Alucard, fingers trailing upward over him. ]
I don't suppose anything here counts as proof-
[ He's been cursing that 'well deserved reputations' comment so much lately. Sypha's somehow heard about it, and he has not been able to live it down 'until he demonstrates'. Which, being in the middle of recovery, he cannot. ]
I'd consider it, but you'd have to demonstrate to her as well.
[They're words said with a soft, warm laugh threaded through it all. Alucard can't imagine that Sypha would just take Alucard's word for it, not when all of this is in dreams. She'd need an evening like this herself, one that goes however is best for the two of them.
The break to talk lets Alucard regulate his breathing just a hair, although it has been coming harder and faster. Trevor's aren't close to his anymore, but Alucard can still be daring. Settling above him demanded that Alucard let go of that antler, and so that free hand moves to catch one of Trevor's hands.
It's the lightest kiss of all, the kiss Alucard puts to each knuckle of Trevor's hand.]
And it lets us both plan for when all of this can take place outside of dreams.
[ His voice trails off as Alucard kisses. If it were anyone else, it would mean nothing. Even if it were Sypha it would be funny, and precious in its silliness, but it wouldn’t shut him up. But Alucard believes in this kind of shit. There’s meaning behind it because he knows the gesture means something to him. It wouldn’t be such an effective way to tease him if it didn’t.
He keeps his hand in Alucard’s, squeezing softly as the other reaches out to cup his cheek. It moves downward as Trevor remains silent, still dumbstruck by the tender gesture. Over chest, then over stomach, then over hip, then around to rest against Alucard’s rear. And then he finally speaks. ]
Outside of dreams. [ His voice is barely a whisper as he repeats it, quiet and conspiratorial. ] Tell me what you’ll want, then. What do you miss?
I'll even be good and not ask for details unless one of you offers them.
[Something something about kissing and telling.
Alucard's lips linger over Trevor's hand for a moment longer before he finally lets go. There's no ultimate meaning to the gesture other than for want of tenderness, and to prove exactly how soft the vampire feels right now. Being that vulnerable around Trevor used to be hard. This? This is a milemarker in the vampire's mind.
Trevor's hand settles, and the question follows. Alucard gives it an honest consideration.]
The three of us just trying to wrap around each other. [It was just...their thing, wasn't it?] Spoiling each other with attention, or at least trying to because someone else always forces a change of plans.
[It inevitably lead to a pile of crisscrossing limbs and confusion, until it didn't. The in between, the liminal nature of it, it was something no one else understood and that? That secret is the most important thing.]
I'm sure we'll find some inconvenient time or another to tell you everything.
[ This is going to end with bullying the vampire somehow and everyone knows it. He chuckles, squeezing Alucard's rear. ]
You miss us fucking the whole thing up for each other?
[ It makes sense. Even were they all here, this place operates on the logic of dreams. If you're not thinking about a limb too hard it may as well not exist, so it doesn't matter if your elbow is technically somewhere very delicate. It's why he can press his forehead against Alucard's without hitting him with the horns. But it makes it a little less real. The stupid, human fuckups, they're part of why this matters. ]
[There's a sincerity, even if he'll complain of bullying later. But as for the other question, it's answered with Alucard craning up and kissing his stupid Belmont. It's a long, slow affair, tongue eager to stroke against Trevor's. When he pulls away, it's with a slight smirk.]
Did you want a less sentimental answer? Something about how maybe I want to be sandwiches between you both, struck stupid with desire and beyond articulate? Or to paint something poetic and dirty about how good it'll be to lay out and watch while Sypha tells you what you and and can't do while she sits on top of you, using exact words and all? Or for me to just finally be struck stupid so you can move me around as you please and finally get my shirt off?
All of it. [ His hand travels again, this time inwards to tease at Alucard’s entrance with rough fingers trying to be gentle ones. He’ll need to move away to get the bottle before he can go any further than this, but they’re in no hurry. ] I want all of it.
[ He returns the kiss, rougher but shallower, breath coming in thick pants and face flushed now. ]
All of you. Both of you. Everything you’ve ever wanted, I want to hear. To give you.
[There's a shudder that comes with Trevor's fingers starting to rub and tease. It's paired with a roll of Alucard's hips, and there's no denying that he's rutting against the closest part of Trevor that he can reach.]
Keep at that and I may run out of words very soon.
[Alucard follows that up with another kiss, just below Trevor's jaw. Then another down his neck, being rude enough to tease the presence of fangs but never, ever daring to enter them into the equation.]
[ He gives a heavy, contented sigh as Alucard continues kissing, one that catches in his throat and turns more vocal with teeth catch lightly against his skin. It has to end before long, much as he'd be content to just stay like this until they wake, and he buries kisses in Alucard's hair before drawing back. He finally unlaces his own trousers, feeling around for a tub of slick ointment. ]
-there will be time for words later, won't there?
[ It's not quite the question he means to ask, but his tone says more than the words do. Are you ready? May I? ]
[All Alucard wants is for words to be less important right now. He looks up at Trevor with heavy lidded eyes, flush in his cheeks and absolutely splayed out underneath Trevor. His hair, why Trevor's gone for his hair is beyond Alucard, but he can feel the movement of Trevor's lips and how the flowers are moved.
His breath's heavy when Trevor asks a question that feels...a bit silly.]
[ He wriggles out of his trousers as he speaks before moving back in, sliding his hands up Alucard's sides to finally set about de-shirt-ing him. It shouldn't work, with him lying on his back like this. At the very least it should displace the flowers as it moves over his hair, make it fan out less perfectly behind him. But dream logic.
He leans down to kiss Alucard once more. Medically, he probably shouldn't be able to feel his heartbeat through his chest. But- it doesn't really matter here what is correct, only what feels correct. His chest is pressed against Alucard's now, and actually possible or not, his heart can be felt racing. ]
Love you. [ He whispers against Alucard's lips. ] Always have.
[Part of Alucard sort of expected his shirt to be ripped off entirely. It would go with the overwhelming romantic angle of right now, the sense that he's been all but swept up and spirited away to another reality. One where it's just them. Them here, in this moment, and the outside world carries no weight.
He imagines he looks perfect like this. Trevor does, flushed and wanting and already ethereally beautiful by his basic nature of being a part of the fae. And here, now, that perfection's overwhelming.
The kiss is a relief. It means he doesn't have to have words, he doesn't have to focus on how his own heart is thundering. And oh. Oh fuck him the sincerity is too much.
I love you too.
[He returns the kiss. There's a chasteness to it that's so at odds with their nudity, how aroused they are, the heat radiating off them. But it is correct for the sentiment, and that is what matters.]
Always will.
[That's as much commitment they can ever give each other, isn't it? They have such long lives. Always has weight.]
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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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Alucard doesn't hide the soft murmurs of Trevor's name or the louder groans of delight that come with all of Trevors kisses and bites. His other hand, the one not held onto Trevor's antlers like an anchor, gropes needily at Trevor's chest, enjoying every handful of muscle. There's some pinching, but mostly he just wants to grab and hang on, trying not to scratch too hard.
Which is difficult, given everything happening below. His hips have decided to roll against Trevor's hand at every opportunity, and the tension down there makes the vampire louder and more careless every time. It's starting to get difficult, having the buttons remain undone. Extremely.
So there's a sigh of relief as they're finally seen to. Alucard wiggles hips hips to pull the trousers down just a little bit more, revealing that he's already halfway aroused, a flush starting to finally take over his cheeks.]
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For now, there are other things to occupy him.
His breath starts to catch in his throat at the pinching and stroking and squeezing. It's ragged now, between that and the kissing, his body torn between getting enough air and continuing to attend to the sensitive skin of his boyfriend's neck. He moves back to Alucard's lips. The kisses he leaves there are shallower than the one earlier, paced oddly, somehow both slow and urgent at once. With one last kiss, he settles above Alucard, fingers trailing upward over him. ]
I don't suppose anything here counts as proof-
[ He's been cursing that 'well deserved reputations' comment so much lately. Sypha's somehow heard about it, and he has not been able to live it down 'until he demonstrates'. Which, being in the middle of recovery, he cannot. ]
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[They're words said with a soft, warm laugh threaded through it all. Alucard can't imagine that Sypha would just take Alucard's word for it, not when all of this is in dreams. She'd need an evening like this herself, one that goes however is best for the two of them.
The break to talk lets Alucard regulate his breathing just a hair, although it has been coming harder and faster. Trevor's aren't close to his anymore, but Alucard can still be daring. Settling above him demanded that Alucard let go of that antler, and so that free hand moves to catch one of Trevor's hands.
It's the lightest kiss of all, the kiss Alucard puts to each knuckle of Trevor's hand.]
And it lets us both plan for when all of this can take place outside of dreams.
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[ His voice trails off as Alucard kisses. If it were anyone else, it would mean nothing. Even if it were Sypha it would be funny, and precious in its silliness, but it wouldn’t shut him up. But Alucard believes in this kind of shit. There’s meaning behind it because he knows the gesture means something to him. It wouldn’t be such an effective way to tease him if it didn’t.
He keeps his hand in Alucard’s, squeezing softly as the other reaches out to cup his cheek. It moves downward as Trevor remains silent, still dumbstruck by the tender gesture. Over chest, then over stomach, then over hip, then around to rest against Alucard’s rear. And then he finally speaks. ]
Outside of dreams. [ His voice is barely a whisper as he repeats it, quiet and conspiratorial. ] Tell me what you’ll want, then. What do you miss?
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[Something something about kissing and telling.
Alucard's lips linger over Trevor's hand for a moment longer before he finally lets go. There's no ultimate meaning to the gesture other than for want of tenderness, and to prove exactly how soft the vampire feels right now. Being that vulnerable around Trevor used to be hard. This? This is a milemarker in the vampire's mind.
Trevor's hand settles, and the question follows. Alucard gives it an honest consideration.]
The three of us just trying to wrap around each other. [It was just...their thing, wasn't it?] Spoiling each other with attention, or at least trying to because someone else always forces a change of plans.
[It inevitably lead to a pile of crisscrossing limbs and confusion, until it didn't. The in between, the liminal nature of it, it was something no one else understood and that? That secret is the most important thing.]
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[ This is going to end with bullying the vampire somehow and everyone knows it. He chuckles, squeezing Alucard's rear. ]
You miss us fucking the whole thing up for each other?
[ It makes sense. Even were they all here, this place operates on the logic of dreams. If you're not thinking about a limb too hard it may as well not exist, so it doesn't matter if your elbow is technically somewhere very delicate. It's why he can press his forehead against Alucard's without hitting him with the horns. But it makes it a little less real. The stupid, human fuckups, they're part of why this matters. ]
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[There's a sincerity, even if he'll complain of bullying later. But as for the other question, it's answered with Alucard craning up and kissing his stupid Belmont. It's a long, slow affair, tongue eager to stroke against Trevor's. When he pulls away, it's with a slight smirk.]
Did you want a less sentimental answer? Something about how maybe I want to be sandwiches between you both, struck stupid with desire and beyond articulate? Or to paint something poetic and dirty about how good it'll be to lay out and watch while Sypha tells you what you and and can't do while she sits on top of you, using exact words and all? Or for me to just finally be struck stupid so you can move me around as you please and finally get my shirt off?
[Because Trevor's is gone. His isn't.]
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[ He returns the kiss, rougher but shallower, breath coming in thick pants and face flushed now. ]
All of you. Both of you. Everything you’ve ever wanted, I want to hear. To give you.
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Keep at that and I may run out of words very soon.
[Alucard follows that up with another kiss, just below Trevor's jaw. Then another down his neck, being rude enough to tease the presence of fangs but never, ever daring to enter them into the equation.]
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[ He gives a heavy, contented sigh as Alucard continues kissing, one that catches in his throat and turns more vocal with teeth catch lightly against his skin. It has to end before long, much as he'd be content to just stay like this until they wake, and he buries kisses in Alucard's hair before drawing back. He finally unlaces his own trousers, feeling around for a tub of slick ointment. ]
-there will be time for words later, won't there?
[ It's not quite the question he means to ask, but his tone says more than the words do. Are you ready? May I? ]
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His breath's heavy when Trevor asks a question that feels...a bit silly.]
A very late morning'll be required.
[Please.]
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[ He wriggles out of his trousers as he speaks before moving back in, sliding his hands up Alucard's sides to finally set about de-shirt-ing him. It shouldn't work, with him lying on his back like this. At the very least it should displace the flowers as it moves over his hair, make it fan out less perfectly behind him. But dream logic.
He leans down to kiss Alucard once more. Medically, he probably shouldn't be able to feel his heartbeat through his chest. But- it doesn't really matter here what is correct, only what feels correct. His chest is pressed against Alucard's now, and actually possible or not, his heart can be felt racing. ]
Love you. [ He whispers against Alucard's lips. ] Always have.
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He imagines he looks perfect like this. Trevor does, flushed and wanting and already ethereally beautiful by his basic nature of being a part of the fae. And here, now, that perfection's overwhelming.
The kiss is a relief. It means he doesn't have to have words, he doesn't have to focus on how his own heart is thundering. And oh. Oh fuck him the sincerity is too much.
I love you too.
[He returns the kiss. There's a chasteness to it that's so at odds with their nudity, how aroused they are, the heat radiating off them. But it is correct for the sentiment, and that is what matters.]
Always will.
[That's as much commitment they can ever give each other, isn't it? They have such long lives. Always has weight.]
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