[ 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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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.]