[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.]
[Alucard shakes his head, finishing the sentence by mushing his face into Trevor's chest entirely. It's easier that way, blocking everything out. The silk helps too, the coolness of it bringing the vampire a little ways back to himself. Admittedly, he can't tell if the thing covering him is a blanket or Trevor's wings. Doesn't matter.
[ The question catches him off guard, and for a moment he just blinks at Alucard in confusion. He thought he’d been more than clear about just how much he was enjoying himself.
Then the confusion softens into warmth, warmth because Alucard is like this. Always determined to see the both of them well and happy. He lifts one of the fallen lilacs, and returns it to Alucard’s hair, tucking another behind his own ear. Matching. ]
Everything. Everything I ever wanted. More than I could have thought of wanting.
[There's a soft sigh of contentment at the response. He can't see Trevor's face right now, but he can feel the warmth. It's radiating off his Belmont still, like a sun at the height of spring.]
Good. [He pauses, and with a little more conviction, says it again.] Good.
[And maybe that's all it needs to be. This night, the heightened romance of it, it may not have been the first version of it Trevor thought of when he laid eyes on the vampire, but it has happened. They've absconded from the world into a safe little corner, tucked away, whole and complete and capable of overwhelming the other. Alucard's let go of every hesitation he might've had, and this is the result.
He's able to squeeze Trevor. Just a little. Just enough to show that he's there, and that's all Alucard has in him. He is someplace warm and safe. He is loved. He's adored and protected and he's admitted how badly he wants and enjoys that fact.
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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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[Alucard shakes his head, finishing the sentence by mushing his face into Trevor's chest entirely. It's easier that way, blocking everything out. The silk helps too, the coolness of it bringing the vampire a little ways back to himself. Admittedly, he can't tell if the thing covering him is a blanket or Trevor's wings. Doesn't matter.
And with that, a question.]
Was it what you wanted?
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Then the confusion softens into warmth, warmth because Alucard is like this. Always determined to see the both of them well and happy. He lifts one of the fallen lilacs, and returns it to Alucard’s hair, tucking another behind his own ear. Matching. ]
Everything. Everything I ever wanted. More than I could have thought of wanting.
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Good. [He pauses, and with a little more conviction, says it again.] Good.
[And maybe that's all it needs to be. This night, the heightened romance of it, it may not have been the first version of it Trevor thought of when he laid eyes on the vampire, but it has happened. They've absconded from the world into a safe little corner, tucked away, whole and complete and capable of overwhelming the other. Alucard's let go of every hesitation he might've had, and this is the result.
He's able to squeeze Trevor. Just a little. Just enough to show that he's there, and that's all Alucard has in him. He is someplace warm and safe. He is loved. He's adored and protected and he's admitted how badly he wants and enjoys that fact.
He is happy.]