[ 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.]
[ He doesn't finish that retort, because Alucard shudders and the movement passes through him, dragging a groan from his lips. He's just barely remaining controlled enough to direct this, to keep up the sappy stuff rather than just falling against the ground and rutting into Alucard until they're both spent. He doubts Alucard would have any complaints if he did. But it's important that this be more than that. Here (even if they're not really here) it needs to be more than that. Special.
With Alucard wrapped around him like this, he doesn't need the hand on his back to steady him so much. He keeps it there in case, but it's stroking rather than holding him.
He lasts longer than he expects, this is so slow, but it still isn't long before his breath grows ragged and his hands trembling, forehead falling against Alucard's chest. Soon. Very soon. ]
[Alucard's all set to snap shut up with all the love in the world, but he's saved the effort thanks to Trevor threatening to be almost as overwhelmed as he is. Thank God for it, because it could potentially ruin the moment and that? That is the last thing Alucard wants. He wants this. All of this joyful perfection, movement carefully considered and even restrained all things considered.
His own hands know exactly how sensitive Trevor's spine is, and so they brush against it sparingly. Just when Trevor's gaze is lifted that tiniest bit further upward. When Alucard feels another lilac shake free of his hair. When he can feel himself rubbing but hard against Trevor's stomach, the threat of finishing before he feels ready ever looming. This is all softness, yes, but the focus shouldn't be on himself and himself alone.
When Trevor's forehead falls against Aucard's chest, the vampire tries to nudge it upward. It fails, since all Alucard can manage is nuzzle the top of his head, but an attempt is made all the same.]
[ There's a retort that he starts - it's a little late for Alucard to get shy about Trevor looking at his dick - but it dies before it reaches his lips and leaves as a long, ragged groan. It's easier to be like this. He feels too hot, fevered, and Alucard's chest is so cool against his forehead.
But Alucard said please.
He forces himself to look up, and when he does his eyes are heavy and unfocussed. His face is flushed, moth hanging open just a little. What had come out as ragged breaths before are harder to muffle like this, instead emerging from him as gasps and whines. And then Alucard's fingers brush against his spine and he's gone. His grip on Alucard's him tightens, he thrusts forward as best he can. He strains with the effort of continuing to look up at Alucard rather than curling in against him again.
He manages, still looking up at Alucard even as his hands and thighs start to tremble with exertion. ]
[Alucard's aware of just how hard he grinds down on Trevor when he catches sight of that face. It's because it's too hard too quickly and there's a little bit of reverberation and regret on the dhampir's end but to hell with it. Worth it. Worth it because that face is absolutely beautiful.
He can't know what his own looks like, flushed with color and eyelids that feel so goddamn heavy but refuse to close, lest he lose sight of what's important here. All Alucard can guess is that he must look close to Trevor in this moment and--
--whatever. He's overthinking, and all Alucard wants to do is lean in and kiss Trevor. Keep his mouth over his, swallowing every wonderful noise he can. So he does just that, deep and loving and broking no argument in response. For emphasis Alucard's hands move up and down Trevor's spine - one hand in each direction. It may be enough to distract from how his own back is starting to twitch, unsteady and so very, very close.]
[ Just a little longer. He's exhausted, swiftly becoming oversensitive, but just a little longer. A trembling hand leaves Alucard's hip and travels to his groin instead, and his strokes are no quicker or more forceful than the slow, shallow thrusts that he's been making until now and that he's swiftly becoming incapable of continuing.
It's only when he tries to say something encouraging and wonders why his lips aren't moving right that he realises Alucard's lips are against his. That's good. That's perfect. He deepens the kiss as he strokes, tongue pushing into Alucard's mouth without much fear of fangs. ]
[Alucard's hips roll forward with Trevor's touch and end with a twitch into Trevor's hand.. It's far faster and less controlled than the rest of this has been, but that gives voice to everything the vampire is feeling right now and his current state of mind. He's done, done done in only a few moments more.
There's probably no need for air right now, so Alucard doesn't break the kiss. He only opens his mouth further, aware that here, fangs are probably blunted. He sure doesn't care like he normally does. All he can focus on his his tongue stroking against Trevor's in long, languid strokes - or at least attempts at them. The full of the dhampir is shuddering against Trevor right now, hands no longer moving up and down Trevor's spine, but starting to cling and scratch.
There's only a few more moments of restraint he has in him. Alucard tries to cling to every single one of them.]
[ It's true. The fangs are only ever as sharp as they need to be here for the dream logic to work. they were sharp before, to make the bite as painless as possible. They are blunter now, because nobody has any desire for the kiss to suddenly become bloody.
The feeling of nails digging into his back helps keep Trevor focussed, in the moment. His strokes increase in speed to match Alucard's, moving in the opposite direction to the movement of Alucard's hips. The hand on Alucard's back moves upwards, across his neck to bury itself in his hair.
And he's beautiful, so beautiful. This is all Trevor's wanted of him, ever since he saw him for the first time. And it's all more perfect than he dared to imagine. ]
[It's Alucard that breaks the kiss, in the end. He has to, because he knows his breath is too short to last much longer, and because he knows Trevor won't want this moment to just be pressed against his lips. This entire set up, it's made for these moments, and the tiny part of Alucard that's hooked into dream logic knows it all too well.
So he withdraws. It's at that same time his speed up, and the full of Alucard feels how tight he is around Trevor now. His legs are practically squeezing for dear life, and then finally everything crescendos.
It starts from the bottom of Alucard's spine, coupled with a soft gasp that quickly grows into a long, loud groan. His back arcs upward, chest pressing against Trevor's and nails scratching down his back. Alucard should, in theory, at least bump against Trevor's antlers as his head tilts back just a little to ride out the wave of pleasure that's now spread up his back and out to his limbs, twitching and mad and completely unable to resist the feeling anymore, but it never happens. He simply stays there for what feels like a wonderful, blessed eternity, lips parted to let everything out, skin running as warm as it can ever run, and eyes half lidded and still trying to focus on Trevor in all of it. His hips drive into Trevor's hands, the movement disjointed and messy and who cares an ounce about it anyway?]
[ For a while, it's all too overwhelming to do anything. Slowly, his breathing slows. He gathers Alucard up against his chest, leaning back against cushions that definitely weren't there before. There's still a mess problem, for the moment, but that will resolve itself as soon as they stop thinking about it.
It's a while before he does more than just holding Alucard. Even when he does, it's tiny motions. Fingers massaging small circles into the small of his back. ]
[Alucard's practically drifting when he feels pillows against his back. They're soft, but that's all they register as. Simply present. Soft. Cooling, and he needs that so bad right now. It's so easy to drift, over sensitive and every sensation lingering.
All he manages, in the end, is to rest his head against Trevor. A single arm is slung around the Belmont, fingers curling into other soft things, but even then that's just. It's too much.
So he lays there, eyes closed, ears focused on Trevor's heartbeat. Easier to focus on one thing right now. To move from that to the fingers on his back, their soft circles and...
...no. He still can't manage words. Not for a few minutes more, until he whispers:]
[ He says it softly, and it isn't accompanied by a kiss or anything of the sort. Not yet, not until Alucard's settled again. Just those small, soft circles. ]
[Alucard considers the question. Or at least he thinks he does. Thinking is hard, not when everything is still overwhelming and warm and sensitive and everything else. He tries to at least give his stupid Belmont a squeeze. Something.
His arms don’t move. But it gives him an answer to the question.]
Nothing.
[Nothing at all. Alucard’s eyes close fully at that realization.]
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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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[ He doesn't finish that retort, because Alucard shudders and the movement passes through him, dragging a groan from his lips. He's just barely remaining controlled enough to direct this, to keep up the sappy stuff rather than just falling against the ground and rutting into Alucard until they're both spent. He doubts Alucard would have any complaints if he did. But it's important that this be more than that. Here (even if they're not really here) it needs to be more than that. Special.
With Alucard wrapped around him like this, he doesn't need the hand on his back to steady him so much. He keeps it there in case, but it's stroking rather than holding him.
He lasts longer than he expects, this is so slow, but it still isn't long before his breath grows ragged and his hands trembling, forehead falling against Alucard's chest. Soon. Very soon. ]
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His own hands know exactly how sensitive Trevor's spine is, and so they brush against it sparingly. Just when Trevor's gaze is lifted that tiniest bit further upward. When Alucard feels another lilac shake free of his hair. When he can feel himself rubbing but hard against Trevor's stomach, the threat of finishing before he feels ready ever looming. This is all softness, yes, but the focus shouldn't be on himself and himself alone.
When Trevor's forehead falls against Aucard's chest, the vampire tries to nudge it upward. It fails, since all Alucard can manage is nuzzle the top of his head, but an attempt is made all the same.]
Don't look down there. Please.
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But Alucard said please.
He forces himself to look up, and when he does his eyes are heavy and unfocussed. His face is flushed, moth hanging open just a little. What had come out as ragged breaths before are harder to muffle like this, instead emerging from him as gasps and whines. And then Alucard's fingers brush against his spine and he's gone. His grip on Alucard's him tightens, he thrusts forward as best he can. He strains with the effort of continuing to look up at Alucard rather than curling in against him again.
He manages, still looking up at Alucard even as his hands and thighs start to tremble with exertion. ]
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He can't know what his own looks like, flushed with color and eyelids that feel so goddamn heavy but refuse to close, lest he lose sight of what's important here. All Alucard can guess is that he must look close to Trevor in this moment and--
--whatever. He's overthinking, and all Alucard wants to do is lean in and kiss Trevor. Keep his mouth over his, swallowing every wonderful noise he can. So he does just that, deep and loving and broking no argument in response. For emphasis Alucard's hands move up and down Trevor's spine - one hand in each direction. It may be enough to distract from how his own back is starting to twitch, unsteady and so very, very close.]
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It's only when he tries to say something encouraging and wonders why his lips aren't moving right that he realises Alucard's lips are against his. That's good. That's perfect. He deepens the kiss as he strokes, tongue pushing into Alucard's mouth without much fear of fangs. ]
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There's probably no need for air right now, so Alucard doesn't break the kiss. He only opens his mouth further, aware that here, fangs are probably blunted. He sure doesn't care like he normally does. All he can focus on his his tongue stroking against Trevor's in long, languid strokes - or at least attempts at them. The full of the dhampir is shuddering against Trevor right now, hands no longer moving up and down Trevor's spine, but starting to cling and scratch.
There's only a few more moments of restraint he has in him. Alucard tries to cling to every single one of them.]
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The feeling of nails digging into his back helps keep Trevor focussed, in the moment. His strokes increase in speed to match Alucard's, moving in the opposite direction to the movement of Alucard's hips. The hand on Alucard's back moves upwards, across his neck to bury itself in his hair.
And he's beautiful, so beautiful. This is all Trevor's wanted of him, ever since he saw him for the first time. And it's all more perfect than he dared to imagine. ]
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So he withdraws. It's at that same time his speed up, and the full of Alucard feels how tight he is around Trevor now. His legs are practically squeezing for dear life, and then finally everything crescendos.
It starts from the bottom of Alucard's spine, coupled with a soft gasp that quickly grows into a long, loud groan. His back arcs upward, chest pressing against Trevor's and nails scratching down his back. Alucard should, in theory, at least bump against Trevor's antlers as his head tilts back just a little to ride out the wave of pleasure that's now spread up his back and out to his limbs, twitching and mad and completely unable to resist the feeling anymore, but it never happens. He simply stays there for what feels like a wonderful, blessed eternity, lips parted to let everything out, skin running as warm as it can ever run, and eyes half lidded and still trying to focus on Trevor in all of it. His hips drive into Trevor's hands, the movement disjointed and messy and who cares an ounce about it anyway?]
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It's a while before he does more than just holding Alucard. Even when he does, it's tiny motions. Fingers massaging small circles into the small of his back. ]
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All he manages, in the end, is to rest his head against Trevor. A single arm is slung around the Belmont, fingers curling into other soft things, but even then that's just. It's too much.
So he lays there, eyes closed, ears focused on Trevor's heartbeat. Easier to focus on one thing right now. To move from that to the fingers on his back, their soft circles and...
...no. He still can't manage words. Not for a few minutes more, until he whispers:]
Trevor?
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[ He says it softly, and it isn't accompanied by a kiss or anything of the sort. Not yet, not until Alucard's settled again. Just those small, soft circles. ]
What do you need?
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His arms don’t move. But it gives him an answer to the question.]
Nothing.
[Nothing at all. Alucard’s eyes close fully at that realization.]
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Sleepy?
[ Fair enough. He pulls a thin blanket over Alucard's shoulders. Hopefully the silk won't be too much sensation. ]
A very, very late morning.
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