[Trevor is fairly sure he wouldn't be as graceful with any other partner. But they've always been like this. Fighting, sparring, and even more clandestine activities, there's always a natural ebb and flow between them, a rhythm they fall into without really trying, and that's part of why Trevor's likes it. It's not easy, but it comes easily; settles naturally, if he just lets it.
What a sight they must be. Trevor wishes he could see them from the outside, observe this dichotomy of grace. Mostly he wishes he could see Adrian; just watch him dance, because he must be breathtaking. Maybe he can bring Sypha and Adrian back here before their opera date, hang behind while they conquer the dance floor together. Watch. That would be lovely.]
And you. When did you have formal training? [Trevor lifts his brow; he's impressed. Adrian is just full of surprises.]
[Alucard never expected to actually use the skill. Dancing like this wasn't common in Romania, and no one his age was likely to have learned it unless the family was truly moneyed. So...of course it would be with Trevor. Of course.
It's easy like this. As well as Alucard knows the steps, there's a true joy in letting Trevor lead. That joy has come to be a truth for all of the evening, because precious few things have been in Alucard's control. It's a romantic surrender, and all he wants now is to return home and be on the sofa the two of them, the dhampir simply curled up against Trevor's side, being held.
More than that, he wants to kiss the Belmont. Stupidly, desperately, and with a gentle enthusiasm that's suitable for a spot like this. That's for after the dance is over though, and they're not close to that point yet.]
[Trevor laughs anyway, but it's good-natured, rather than the sardonic snicker Adrian likely expected. More of these little peeks into the dhampir's youth. The more Trevor hears, the more he wants to know, and not for the sake of anything other than-- It's Adrian, and Trevor wants to know him. Intimately, all the little secret parts that pieced Adrian into the man Trevor's holding now; Trevor wants to know them all. Maybe here on this dancefloor -- feet miraculously missing one another with every step -- is as good a time to start as any.]
You speak of her so often; you make her sound extraordinary.
[As dangerous as it should feel to take any manner of vested interest in Dracula's wife... Well. Trevor's already thoroughly defiled Dracula's son. Surely asking about his childhood was no sin at this point.]
[Lisa Tepes, as much as the years have been unkind to her lately, is a remarkable woman. Not because she's romanced a vampire that's 900 years old, not because of her son, but because of her scientific research and where it can lead medicine in the centuries to come. Alucard and his father have tried to champion her at every moment they've been granted, and it's come with humiliation of late.
But that doesn't exchange how extraordinary her mind is, nor how caring she is to her patients and to her family. There may be a day where it's safe to introduce his mother to both Trevor and Sypha.
It isn't tonight.
Alucard shakes his head a little at the question.]
So much anatomy. I don't advise being the child of doctors, you will have highly specific medical knowledge.
[Not like vampire hunting. That's decidedly impractical in terms of the modern world, and all Trevor's varied -- near-encyclopedic -- knowledge of how to kill monsters is useless when it comes to actually living, let alone living with himself.
Trevor's grin goes positively vile for a moment.]
That highly specific anatomical knowledge seems to serve you well enough, doesn't it?
[Crude jokes during a waltz to a live string quartet in a five-star restaurant. If there were a more appropriate parallel to Trevor's entire damn personality...
It shouldn't be surprising that Alucard's nose wrinkles up in absolute disapproval at the sudden crudeness. You killed the moment, Trevor!
To Alucard's credit, he doesn't step on Trevor's foot (in spite of wanting to) or reprimand him with any more than a moment's disapproving glance. It is coupled with a soft sigh, and the whole of the dance slows considerably. The quartet is winding down for a few minutes at least, and that means this little adventure shall be ending in turn.]
You couldn't have waited until we were sitting, could you?
[Trevor's grin would have given him away, if nothing else did. They slow to an eventual pause, and Trevor offers Adrian the most gallant bow he can manage while pressing a kiss to the dhampir's knuckles. Infuriating, perhaps, but at least he's sweet about it.]
Where has your mind gone? [Trevor asks as he leads them back to the booth.] I was referring to your uncanny ability to pick out weak points in a sword fight.
[The feigned innocence and wounded pride is really too much.]
[It's all the insult and outrage that Alucard can manage in an establishment like they one they're in. Anything else would break decorum and get them both thrown out, and that's unacceptable for certain. Also, leave it to Trevor to manage to get innuendo into the evening and leave Alucard without a way to fire back against it.
The only other thing that sounds is a huff from the dhampir, and that's as they walk back to the booth. He slides into his side, but catches Trevor's to force him to remain.]
One day, I'll have revence for all those little moments you know.
[Adrian had requested Trevor sit beside him for dessert, and Trevor doesn't assume Adrian intends that revenge on him now. So he carefully slides in beside the dhampir, and gives Adrian's wrist a gentle squeeze before waving their server down again.]
Dessert is entirely your choice. Call it recompense.
[Dessert ends up being an apple strudel because sometimes, a classic is a classic, even it is from further west. It's served quickly, still warm with melting cream atop it, and Alucard is so terribly content that he almost melts with it.
But dessert also means the end of at least this portion of the evening, and as they wait for the check, Alucard's hand closes around Trevor's and squeezes.]
Do you want to go home right away, or walk for a while?
[The pie is a surprise. Trevor would have pinned a chocolate preference on Adrian if he had to guess, but there are no complaints from him on the matter. He files it away, almost-beside-but-not-quite the rest of his encyclopedic monster knowledge, that dhampir -- or at the very least, this dhampir -- like apple pie. Trevor's still making an undignified attempt to scrape every last crumb off their plate while he ponders the question.]
Home, if I had to choose. But I'm not opposed to walking either if you'd rather.
[Home means the freedom to just lean into Trevor entirely and ask to just be held. That's all he wants. Just that. Just quiet, and to be alone with someone important.
He squeezes Trevor's hand again.]
Do you want me to get a car it's way while you take care of the check?
[Trevor leans over to press a kiss to Adrian's temple, soft and brief and sweet in spite of its brevity. And that -- despite Trevor being entirely responsible for it -- gives him pause for a moment. It was an entirely unconscious gesture, and he has to wonder if he's already getting too comfortable with this. Though if Adrian's not complaining...
Trevor comes back to himself, and slides out of the booth again to work out payment with the host. It's all typical tedium, yes everything was excellent, yes he'll make a donation with his purchase, yes credit please, and by the time he returns to offer his arm to Adrian, he's fully out of whatever almost-dwell he'd been nearing.]
[There's a very small, delighted smile in response to that kiss. He doesn't catch the pause, because the gesture's sweetness has simply blindsided the dhampir in the very best way possible. Tonight Trevor has been full of surprises, and more than that, given Alucard everything he's wanted in a relationship with either one of them but been terrified to pursue. Or even ask after, because Trevor is Trevor and he doesn't want to move into one territory with Sypha and leave Trevor behind.
In Trevor's absence, Alucard taps quickly at his phone. The car will be there shortly, and there's the helpful notification that it's here! when Trevor returns.]
Very. Car's waiting for us.
[Waiting, and Alucard's been waiting for something too. He slides in first, but once in, Alucard doesn't scoot all the way. He takes the middle seat instead, waits for Trevor to sit and buckle up. When that does happen, Alucard immediately leans against the Belmont. It's an odd sideways sit, not comfortable but making do, forcing Trevor's arm over his shoulder.
Perfect. It's all he wanted since they left the damn house.
[Trevor's barely gotten situated in the car when Adrian's pressing against his side. His arm winds willingly around the dhampir's shoulders, and despite the lovely effect, he's somewhat resentful of Adrian's up-do. It's preventing his fingers from curling through the man's hair, and his hand hangs awkwardly for want of something to touch.
Trevor confirms their destination to the driver. But Adrian's current position cannot possibly be comfortable. Cars aren't generally the most comfortable place to have a snuggle, but this is unacceptable, considering Trevor can actually do something about it. He shifts, carefully maneuvering to lean back against the door, slipping his thigh beneath Adrian's knees to create a cozy space for the dhampir between the seat and Trevor's chest. Now, with the new position of his arm, he can easily brush his fingertips over Adrian's cheek instead. It's almost as good as his hair.]
[He practical purrs the response, and it can doubtlessly be felt as Alucard has now nestled his head in the crook of Trevor's neck. He was already thinking the word perfect and yet somehow it got better.]
Thank you for tonight.
[It isn't over yet. Alucard knows that, but it is well worth articulating his gratitude now.]
[There's no doubt in Trevor's mind that Adrian's sincere in his gratitude. He's never seen the dhampir like this before, practically -- and almost aggressively -- melting against Trevor's chest. And it feels nice. There's an intimacy to it that Trevor can't put words to; not because he doesn't want to, for once. He simply doesn't have the words for it.
Perhaps part of him doesn't quite understand it yet, or why it feels so completely sublime. Waiting for the other shoe to drop has rarely been so enjoyable.
And sometimes if the shoe's not falling fast enough, Trevor has to hurl it himself.]
Any comments? Complaints? Recommendations for future outings?
[They have a few more minutes until they're home and Alucard can do this properly, all curled up and happy and stupid against Trevor like he wants to be. No seat belts in the way, nothing.
The part of Alucard, and it is a very tiny part, that isn't stupid and besotted and awash in affection realizes that Trevor's question is a self-sabotage attempt. And easy to avoid.]
Shhhh. [He squeezes Trevor's hand gently.] That's for tomorrow.
[All right... All right, that's fair enough. Trevor won't argue it when Adrian's looking so incredibly content, though he has his doubts that it will actually come up tomorrow. At least he tried, and trying to sabotage a perfect night is about all a man can do.
Except for petting. He can pet now that Adrian's tucked so tidily against him, and his hand wanders carefully so as not to disturb anything vital on the dhampir's suit. Idle fingertips drift over Adrian's hair, his forehead, down his jaw, along the side of his throat; anywhere they can feasibly stroke without upsetting a bead or accessory.]
[There's a soft, happy sigh that comes with Trevor's hand. This? This is all he wants for the rest of the night. To just be curled up, Trevor's hands moving over him, and the rest of the world gloriously ignored.]
I want more nights like this.
[He says it so very quietly, just as the car pulls up to the house. Just as it's time to exit.]
[Escorting Adrian from the car is old hat at this point, with the added task of carefully extricating himself from the melting dhampir. Inside the front door, however, is as far as they get before Adrian's set upon. Trevor's behaved all night, even with hands and mouth all hunger and wanting, he's been good. And if he slips momentarily? Well, who could blame him?
As far as slips go, it's not terrible. Trevor backs Adrian against the closed door, moving to cradle his jaw with both hands, to hold him fast as Trevor catches his lips and kisses him, deep and lingering. Trevor's not sure when the taste of his lips became comforting, but it serves to drive away his doubt for a few moments, get him out of his own head with pleasant sensory distraction. That's the best thing he can ask for right now.
But he's promised to be a gentleman, and after a few moments, Trevor releases him again, fingertips drifting back to massage idly at the back of Adrian's neck.]
Go get comfortable, will you? It's hard to hold you with all this beading.
[Alucard gets off of Trevor with great, great disappointment. As uncomfortable as the car has been, Trevor isn't, and the sudden tenderness has been a surprise and something he wants to do nothing but luxuriate in.
He's the one that opens the door (the house responds to him after all, and Alucard need only place his palm over the knob and everything unlocks.) But once it's closed, well, that's probably about all the control Alucard's going to exert for the next few minutes.
It's a lot, how Trevor kisses him. Intense in a way that Alucard might've expected, but is still taken aback by. Warm hands, impossibly warm hands, on his jaw. Lips that still taste a little of wine, a little of meat, a little of overly sweet dessert. Alucard's hands don't know where to go, but they settle on Trevor's hips, so very careful and almost terrified to exert any pressure.
He kisses back though, careful with his fangs and where they scrape. No drawing blood. Not romantic at all.]
That means you have to let go, Trevor. And move away from the door.
[Just give him a minute. Just-- Just a minute. To wind his arms around Adrian's waist and bury his face against the dhampir's neck. The gratitude -- and his need -- overwhelms him at times, but he doesn't have to pay mind to it. He's a dab hand at refusing to acknowledge all other emotions, after all; why should this be any different?
With a regretful parting squeeze, Trevor takes a step back. With a steadying breath, he motions for Adrian to be on his way if he so chooses. He'll be following the dhampir upstairs to change, in any case.]
[In the moment that Trevor's almost wrapped himself around Alucard entirely, Alucard has made a few choices about the rest of the evening. The first is that he is going to return the affection right here and now, and Alucard's arms move to just embrace Trevor entirely and hold him. Just until Trevor decides he ought to let go, and when he does, then Alucard pats his back gently.
He does move beyond Trevor, one perfectly manicured hand ghosting over the wall. It's a way of communicating with the house, and from one of the hidden speakers in the living room, something very soft and very classical starts to play. It isn't dancing music, it's relaxation music. Nothing loud. Nothing bold. Just a quiet comfort that seems to go well with that far too revealing squeeze of the dhampir.
Alucard doesn't go upstairs. He sheds his jacket and folds it carefully over the nearest armchair, before he goes over to the sofa. Shoes get slid off, and then the vampire just gets comfy. Resumes melting like he was in the cab, just without anyone to catch him.]
[Adrian's removed the jacket, at least. If that's as comfortable as he's willing to get at the moment, Trevor won't question it (tempting though it is to suggest the leggings again), and he won't allow Adrian to remain so lonely there on the couch either. The jacket was nice while it lasted, as was the bowtie, but Trevor makes quick work of them both, drapes them over the coffee table and toes his shoes off before flopping down beside Adrian.
Trevor has a tendency to do that. Flop. It's indelicate at best, but Adrian's never complained, so--
The current sprawl finds him cradled in the corner of the couch, looking every bit a big inviting pillow for Adrian to climb over. Though all the actual invitation he gets is an extended hand and a vague beckoning motion of Trevor's fingers.]
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What a sight they must be. Trevor wishes he could see them from the outside, observe this dichotomy of grace. Mostly he wishes he could see Adrian; just watch him dance, because he must be breathtaking. Maybe he can bring Sypha and Adrian back here before their opera date, hang behind while they conquer the dance floor together. Watch. That would be lovely.]
And you. When did you have formal training? [Trevor lifts his brow; he's impressed. Adrian is just full of surprises.]
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[Alucard never expected to actually use the skill. Dancing like this wasn't common in Romania, and no one his age was likely to have learned it unless the family was truly moneyed. So...of course it would be with Trevor. Of course.
It's easy like this. As well as Alucard knows the steps, there's a true joy in letting Trevor lead. That joy has come to be a truth for all of the evening, because precious few things have been in Alucard's control. It's a romantic surrender, and all he wants now is to return home and be on the sofa the two of them, the dhampir simply curled up against Trevor's side, being held.
More than that, he wants to kiss the Belmont. Stupidly, desperately, and with a gentle enthusiasm that's suitable for a spot like this. That's for after the dance is over though, and they're not close to that point yet.]
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You speak of her so often; you make her sound extraordinary.
[As dangerous as it should feel to take any manner of vested interest in Dracula's wife... Well. Trevor's already thoroughly defiled Dracula's son. Surely asking about his childhood was no sin at this point.]
What else did boredom teach you?
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[Lisa Tepes, as much as the years have been unkind to her lately, is a remarkable woman. Not because she's romanced a vampire that's 900 years old, not because of her son, but because of her scientific research and where it can lead medicine in the centuries to come. Alucard and his father have tried to champion her at every moment they've been granted, and it's come with humiliation of late.
But that doesn't exchange how extraordinary her mind is, nor how caring she is to her patients and to her family. There may be a day where it's safe to introduce his mother to both Trevor and Sypha.
It isn't tonight.
Alucard shakes his head a little at the question.]
So much anatomy. I don't advise being the child of doctors, you will have highly specific medical knowledge.
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[Not like vampire hunting. That's decidedly impractical in terms of the modern world, and all Trevor's varied -- near-encyclopedic -- knowledge of how to kill monsters is useless when it comes to actually living, let alone living with himself.
Trevor's grin goes positively vile for a moment.]
That highly specific anatomical knowledge seems to serve you well enough, doesn't it?
[Crude jokes during a waltz to a live string quartet in a five-star restaurant. If there were a more appropriate parallel to Trevor's entire damn personality...
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[Oh, Trevor.
It shouldn't be surprising that Alucard's nose wrinkles up in absolute disapproval at the sudden crudeness. You killed the moment, Trevor!
To Alucard's credit, he doesn't step on Trevor's foot (in spite of wanting to) or reprimand him with any more than a moment's disapproving glance. It is coupled with a soft sigh, and the whole of the dance slows considerably. The quartet is winding down for a few minutes at least, and that means this little adventure shall be ending in turn.]
You couldn't have waited until we were sitting, could you?
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[Trevor's grin would have given him away, if nothing else did. They slow to an eventual pause, and Trevor offers Adrian the most gallant bow he can manage while pressing a kiss to the dhampir's knuckles. Infuriating, perhaps, but at least he's sweet about it.]
Where has your mind gone? [Trevor asks as he leads them back to the booth.] I was referring to your uncanny ability to pick out weak points in a sword fight.
[The feigned innocence and wounded pride is really too much.]
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[It's all the insult and outrage that Alucard can manage in an establishment like they one they're in. Anything else would break decorum and get them both thrown out, and that's unacceptable for certain. Also, leave it to Trevor to manage to get innuendo into the evening and leave Alucard without a way to fire back against it.
The only other thing that sounds is a huff from the dhampir, and that's as they walk back to the booth. He slides into his side, but catches Trevor's to force him to remain.]
One day, I'll have revence for all those little moments you know.
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[Adrian had requested Trevor sit beside him for dessert, and Trevor doesn't assume Adrian intends that revenge on him now. So he carefully slides in beside the dhampir, and gives Adrian's wrist a gentle squeeze before waving their server down again.]
Dessert is entirely your choice. Call it recompense.
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[Dessert ends up being an apple strudel because sometimes, a classic is a classic, even it is from further west. It's served quickly, still warm with melting cream atop it, and Alucard is so terribly content that he almost melts with it.
But dessert also means the end of at least this portion of the evening, and as they wait for the check, Alucard's hand closes around Trevor's and squeezes.]
Do you want to go home right away, or walk for a while?
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Home, if I had to choose. But I'm not opposed to walking either if you'd rather.
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[Home means the freedom to just lean into Trevor entirely and ask to just be held. That's all he wants. Just that. Just quiet, and to be alone with someone important.
He squeezes Trevor's hand again.]
Do you want me to get a car it's way while you take care of the check?
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[Trevor leans over to press a kiss to Adrian's temple, soft and brief and sweet in spite of its brevity. And that -- despite Trevor being entirely responsible for it -- gives him pause for a moment. It was an entirely unconscious gesture, and he has to wonder if he's already getting too comfortable with this. Though if Adrian's not complaining...
Trevor comes back to himself, and slides out of the booth again to work out payment with the host. It's all typical tedium, yes everything was excellent, yes he'll make a donation with his purchase, yes credit please, and by the time he returns to offer his arm to Adrian, he's fully out of whatever almost-dwell he'd been nearing.]
Ready?
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[There's a very small, delighted smile in response to that kiss. He doesn't catch the pause, because the gesture's sweetness has simply blindsided the dhampir in the very best way possible. Tonight Trevor has been full of surprises, and more than that, given Alucard everything he's wanted in a relationship with either one of them but been terrified to pursue. Or even ask after, because Trevor is Trevor and he doesn't want to move into one territory with Sypha and leave Trevor behind.
In Trevor's absence, Alucard taps quickly at his phone. The car will be there shortly, and there's the helpful notification that it's here! when Trevor returns.]
Very. Car's waiting for us.
[Waiting, and Alucard's been waiting for something too. He slides in first, but once in, Alucard doesn't scoot all the way. He takes the middle seat instead, waits for Trevor to sit and buckle up. When that does happen, Alucard immediately leans against the Belmont. It's an odd sideways sit, not comfortable but making do, forcing Trevor's arm over his shoulder.
Perfect. It's all he wanted since they left the damn house.
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Trevor confirms their destination to the driver. But Adrian's current position cannot possibly be comfortable. Cars aren't generally the most comfortable place to have a snuggle, but this is unacceptable, considering Trevor can actually do something about it. He shifts, carefully maneuvering to lean back against the door, slipping his thigh beneath Adrian's knees to create a cozy space for the dhampir between the seat and Trevor's chest. Now, with the new position of his arm, he can easily brush his fingertips over Adrian's cheek instead. It's almost as good as his hair.]
Better?
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[He practical purrs the response, and it can doubtlessly be felt as Alucard has now nestled his head in the crook of Trevor's neck. He was already thinking the word perfect and yet somehow it got better.]
Thank you for tonight.
[It isn't over yet. Alucard knows that, but it is well worth articulating his gratitude now.]
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[There's no doubt in Trevor's mind that Adrian's sincere in his gratitude. He's never seen the dhampir like this before, practically -- and almost aggressively -- melting against Trevor's chest. And it feels nice. There's an intimacy to it that Trevor can't put words to; not because he doesn't want to, for once. He simply doesn't have the words for it.
Perhaps part of him doesn't quite understand it yet, or why it feels so completely sublime. Waiting for the other shoe to drop has rarely been so enjoyable.
And sometimes if the shoe's not falling fast enough, Trevor has to hurl it himself.]
Any comments? Complaints? Recommendations for future outings?
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The part of Alucard, and it is a very tiny part, that isn't stupid and besotted and awash in affection realizes that Trevor's question is a self-sabotage attempt. And easy to avoid.]
Shhhh. [He squeezes Trevor's hand gently.] That's for tomorrow.
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Except for petting. He can pet now that Adrian's tucked so tidily against him, and his hand wanders carefully so as not to disturb anything vital on the dhampir's suit. Idle fingertips drift over Adrian's hair, his forehead, down his jaw, along the side of his throat; anywhere they can feasibly stroke without upsetting a bead or accessory.]
Thank you for coming with me tonight.
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I want more nights like this.
[He says it so very quietly, just as the car pulls up to the house. Just as it's time to exit.]
Please.
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[Escorting Adrian from the car is old hat at this point, with the added task of carefully extricating himself from the melting dhampir. Inside the front door, however, is as far as they get before Adrian's set upon. Trevor's behaved all night, even with hands and mouth all hunger and wanting, he's been good. And if he slips momentarily? Well, who could blame him?
As far as slips go, it's not terrible. Trevor backs Adrian against the closed door, moving to cradle his jaw with both hands, to hold him fast as Trevor catches his lips and kisses him, deep and lingering. Trevor's not sure when the taste of his lips became comforting, but it serves to drive away his doubt for a few moments, get him out of his own head with pleasant sensory distraction. That's the best thing he can ask for right now.
But he's promised to be a gentleman, and after a few moments, Trevor releases him again, fingertips drifting back to massage idly at the back of Adrian's neck.]
Go get comfortable, will you? It's hard to hold you with all this beading.
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He's the one that opens the door (the house responds to him after all, and Alucard need only place his palm over the knob and everything unlocks.) But once it's closed, well, that's probably about all the control Alucard's going to exert for the next few minutes.
It's a lot, how Trevor kisses him. Intense in a way that Alucard might've expected, but is still taken aback by. Warm hands, impossibly warm hands, on his jaw. Lips that still taste a little of wine, a little of meat, a little of overly sweet dessert. Alucard's hands don't know where to go, but they settle on Trevor's hips, so very careful and almost terrified to exert any pressure.
He kisses back though, careful with his fangs and where they scrape. No drawing blood. Not romantic at all.]
That means you have to let go, Trevor. And move away from the door.
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[Just give him a minute. Just-- Just a minute. To wind his arms around Adrian's waist and bury his face against the dhampir's neck. The gratitude -- and his need -- overwhelms him at times, but he doesn't have to pay mind to it. He's a dab hand at refusing to acknowledge all other emotions, after all; why should this be any different?
With a regretful parting squeeze, Trevor takes a step back. With a steadying breath, he motions for Adrian to be on his way if he so chooses. He'll be following the dhampir upstairs to change, in any case.]
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He does move beyond Trevor, one perfectly manicured hand ghosting over the wall. It's a way of communicating with the house, and from one of the hidden speakers in the living room, something very soft and very classical starts to play. It isn't dancing music, it's relaxation music. Nothing loud. Nothing bold. Just a quiet comfort that seems to go well with that far too revealing squeeze of the dhampir.
Alucard doesn't go upstairs. He sheds his jacket and folds it carefully over the nearest armchair, before he goes over to the sofa. Shoes get slid off, and then the vampire just gets comfy. Resumes melting like he was in the cab, just without anyone to catch him.]
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Trevor has a tendency to do that. Flop. It's indelicate at best, but Adrian's never complained, so--
The current sprawl finds him cradled in the corner of the couch, looking every bit a big inviting pillow for Adrian to climb over. Though all the actual invitation he gets is an extended hand and a vague beckoning motion of Trevor's fingers.]
Come here.
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