[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.]
[ Always. He repeats, and his voice is quiet and soft and the moment is so absolutely perfect. One more kiss and then he moves back. There will, after all, be time for words later.
He takes his time as he prepares Alucard, alternating between his task and laying kisses along the inside of this thigh. It's the most precious thing in the world, being able to watch him like this, and he doesn't intend to rush it.
But still, there's a point at which it moves from 'taking his time' to 'deliberately teasing'. And he doesn't want to be cruel. Not on this occasion, anyway. He presses one last kiss to Alucard's thigh, curling his finger inside him. ]
[Alucard knows, even in dreams, that this is delicate work. He doesn't remain entirely still of course - how can he? Not with the warmth of Trevor's lips against his thighs and the terrible hardness that's now demanding so much attention.
He's propped himself up on his elbows, forearms bearing the whole of Alucard's weight. Like this he can see everything, and if he feels daring (and oh, Alucard does), he can reach one arm out and stroke through Trevor's hair with a delicacy that borders on true adoration. Everything is overwhelming, and it's only going to be more overwhelming in a few moments.
Nope. Never mind, the overwhelming starts now, with the way that finger curls. There's a loud whine of utter pleasure that responds to it, Alucard struggling not to arch upward entirely. God. God this is too much already.]
[ He had something to say here, something that was probably very clever and romantic (or so he likes to think) but it's gone the second that whine leaves Alucard. He doesn't have words. How could anyone, after that sound?
Instead of talking he just repositions himself, moving slowly so as to keep Alucard's hand in his hair. It's- important, that it stay there. It's so affectionate, so adoring, that it's only pure arousal keeping him from falling forward into Alucard's arms and remaining there.
Pure arousal is more than enough. He steadies both hands against Alucard's hips, pushing into him slowly. Steadily. ]
[Alucard wants to just use his other hand to grab onto Trevor's hip and hold there. But sudden movements right now are not a great idea, not even in dreams. So he stays perfectly balanced, grateful that all of Trevor's movements have focused on keeping that hand where it is.
His grip tightens as Trevor moves. Moves and starts to enter him properly, and there's only a moment of the usual tension. It all fades in a moment, coupled with a long, ragged sigh that makes it clear exactly how much Alucard wants this.
Like that whine wasn't enough.
He's pretty sure that words are going to be a problem from here on out. But the one forearm supporting all of Alucard's weight is starting to shake not just from bearing that weight but from anticipation, and he needs at least a few moments of guidance.]
[ He chuckles. It's soft, quiet, like he's afraid to make too much noise like this. Like Alucard is the kind of delicate thing that could break from the sound of his voice. ]
A little late to be figuring that out, don't you think?
[ He brings one hand upward, stroking up Alucard's back until the hand settles at his shoulders. Slowly, a little awkwardly (he really should have figured this out before he was fully sheathed inside Alucard), he pulls his vampire upward into his lap. The hand remains on his back, holding him steady, and the other on his hip to help lift him upward and lower him slightly.
He can only move slowly, shallowly like this. But in every other way it's perfect. Alucard's face above him, taking up the whole of his vision. Lilacs falling out of his hair around them both. ]
[It is still funny though. They've gotten so swept up in each other, in all of this, that basic things managed to slip from their minds utterly. But that says an awful lot in and of itself, and all of those things said are positives from Alucard's perspective.
There's a lot of careful maneuvering involved. Alucard lets Trevor simply guide him, shifting weight where it's appropriate but otherwise wholly dependent on Trevor to figure out where the both of them ought to be. A few inappropriate noises do squeak out (angles, in this particular situation, dictate so much), but then they're settled. An inverse of before, where all Trevor wanted was fangs in his neck and Alucard obliged.
But this is perfect. Alucard can do the thing he loves most, which is wrap around Trevor entirely, and simply get lost in the perfection of that feeling. His arms reach out to start that process, both around Trevor's shoulders and hands meeting at the top of Trevor's spine.]
[ Those noises are- god, those noises. They're somehow obscene and ridiculous and perfect at once. By the time Alucard is in place, they have Trevor staring up at him adoringly. His beautiful, slightly squeaky vampire. Without meaning to, he shifts back against Alucard's hands. ]
Certainly is from this angle.
[ It really is, having Alucard wrapped around him like this, his face lovely and flushed up there where the sky ought to be, light peeking through the curtain of his hair. His hands can't wander, needing to remain where they are to move Alucard up and down upon him, but he's positioned well to kiss at the base of Alucard's throat and then up his collarbone. His thrusts are shallow because of the position, slow. It's not even close to the hardest they've done this. But it doesn't need to be. Honestly, that would perhaps be too much on top of everything else. ]
[They're words laced with stupid, besotted affection. Trevor gives the vampire shit all the time about that exact topic, and while the words are very much against the air of the moment, their tone is not. It's everything right.
Alucard's overly cautious as he moves his legs so they can hug Trevor's waist the way he wants them to. Moving right now is just...it's so much, it's movement that comes with more of those noises because every part of him is hyper sensitive right now, and wrapping around Trevor just makes everything that much more heightened.
But no. He's managed, legs firm around Trevor's waist, hands against spine, and fuck the combination of kisses to his throat and that first thrust might as well be the death of him. All of Alucard shudders when that happens, fully aware that Trevor will feel every inch of the movement. Good. Let him, because this is all because of Trevor anyway.
But he grinds down. Just a little. Because that brings a new sensation with it, and a murmur of Trevor's name laced with pleasure.]
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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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He takes his time as he prepares Alucard, alternating between his task and laying kisses along the inside of this thigh. It's the most precious thing in the world, being able to watch him like this, and he doesn't intend to rush it.
But still, there's a point at which it moves from 'taking his time' to 'deliberately teasing'. And he doesn't want to be cruel. Not on this occasion, anyway. He presses one last kiss to Alucard's thigh, curling his finger inside him. ]
Ready?
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He's propped himself up on his elbows, forearms bearing the whole of Alucard's weight. Like this he can see everything, and if he feels daring (and oh, Alucard does), he can reach one arm out and stroke through Trevor's hair with a delicacy that borders on true adoration. Everything is overwhelming, and it's only going to be more overwhelming in a few moments.
Nope. Never mind, the overwhelming starts now, with the way that finger curls. There's a loud whine of utter pleasure that responds to it, Alucard struggling not to arch upward entirely. God. God this is too much already.]
Yes. Please.
[The two words drip with wanting.]
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Instead of talking he just repositions himself, moving slowly so as to keep Alucard's hand in his hair. It's- important, that it stay there. It's so affectionate, so adoring, that it's only pure arousal keeping him from falling forward into Alucard's arms and remaining there.
Pure arousal is more than enough. He steadies both hands against Alucard's hips, pushing into him slowly. Steadily. ]
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His grip tightens as Trevor moves. Moves and starts to enter him properly, and there's only a moment of the usual tension. It all fades in a moment, coupled with a long, ragged sigh that makes it clear exactly how much Alucard wants this.
Like that whine wasn't enough.
He's pretty sure that words are going to be a problem from here on out. But the one forearm supporting all of Alucard's weight is starting to shake not just from bearing that weight but from anticipation, and he needs at least a few moments of guidance.]
How...Where do you want me to lie?
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A little late to be figuring that out, don't you think?
[ He brings one hand upward, stroking up Alucard's back until the hand settles at his shoulders. Slowly, a little awkwardly (he really should have figured this out before he was fully sheathed inside Alucard), he pulls his vampire upward into his lap. The hand remains on his back, holding him steady, and the other on his hip to help lift him upward and lower him slightly.
He can only move slowly, shallowly like this. But in every other way it's perfect. Alucard's face above him, taking up the whole of his vision. Lilacs falling out of his hair around them both. ]
Acceptable?
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[It is still funny though. They've gotten so swept up in each other, in all of this, that basic things managed to slip from their minds utterly. But that says an awful lot in and of itself, and all of those things said are positives from Alucard's perspective.
There's a lot of careful maneuvering involved. Alucard lets Trevor simply guide him, shifting weight where it's appropriate but otherwise wholly dependent on Trevor to figure out where the both of them ought to be. A few inappropriate noises do squeak out (angles, in this particular situation, dictate so much), but then they're settled. An inverse of before, where all Trevor wanted was fangs in his neck and Alucard obliged.
But this is perfect. Alucard can do the thing he loves most, which is wrap around Trevor entirely, and simply get lost in the perfection of that feeling. His arms reach out to start that process, both around Trevor's shoulders and hands meeting at the top of Trevor's spine.]
Perfection.
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Certainly is from this angle.
[ It really is, having Alucard wrapped around him like this, his face lovely and flushed up there where the sky ought to be, light peeking through the curtain of his hair. His hands can't wander, needing to remain where they are to move Alucard up and down upon him, but he's positioned well to kiss at the base of Alucard's throat and then up his collarbone. His thrusts are shallow because of the position, slow. It's not even close to the hardest they've done this. But it doesn't need to be. Honestly, that would perhaps be too much on top of everything else. ]
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[They're words laced with stupid, besotted affection. Trevor gives the vampire shit all the time about that exact topic, and while the words are very much against the air of the moment, their tone is not. It's everything right.
Alucard's overly cautious as he moves his legs so they can hug Trevor's waist the way he wants them to. Moving right now is just...it's so much, it's movement that comes with more of those noises because every part of him is hyper sensitive right now, and wrapping around Trevor just makes everything that much more heightened.
But no. He's managed, legs firm around Trevor's waist, hands against spine, and fuck the combination of kisses to his throat and that first thrust might as well be the death of him. All of Alucard shudders when that happens, fully aware that Trevor will feel every inch of the movement. Good. Let him, because this is all because of Trevor anyway.
But he grinds down. Just a little. Because that brings a new sensation with it, and a murmur of Trevor's name laced with pleasure.]
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