[Alucard knew the moment that Trevor was in the house that the castle wasn't going to let the mud really get this far. It was perfectly fine, the mud wasn't the point anyway. Just an excuse to be indulgent in a new way, like when Trevor insists that Alucard is nothing but a prince and it all gets wonderfully out of hand.
But waiting is hard, and Alucard fidgets and grumbles with arranging himself just so until Trevor's scent announces his arrival. At that, Alucard goes still, the sheet covering almost nothing at all now. He's laying on his side, one hand supporting his head, the other lazily moving over the sheets and--
--oh, he doesn't have to tell Trevor to kneel. That's a lot.
Alucard reaches his free hand down, stroking Trevor's cheek and then gently, gently tilting his chin upwards.]
It is an insult, of course, but a modest one. We can't control the rain, after all.
[He leans in. Just a little. Just enough to brush his lips over Trevor's.]
[ This is probably about 12 different sorts of blasphemous. But it’s also fun. Loving. Harmful to no one. He leans into the touch, at first, and lets Alucard move his head back. He leans forward when Alucard’s lips brush his, chasing the kiss before remembering his role and sinking back. His eyes are meeting Alucard’s now. ]
I come to your alter to show contrition, your Divinity. What penance would you ask of me?
[ TELL HIM MORE ABOUT THESE CURSES. HE’S FASCINATED. ]
[ Oh, but his eyes follow that fabric as it falls and remain at it for a while. Standing is a slow process and his eyes take the entire time to finally return to Alucard’s face. He sits on the edge of the bed carefully. ]
It is an honour, to be invited into this holy place.
[ And he takes Alucard’s hand, slowly kissing the pad of each finger. ‘All that he sees’ is going to take a while at this rate. Not that he minds. ]
[ Hey, Alucard’s the one who said he wanted worship. Not Trevor’s fault he took that seriously. He kisses along each joint of Alucard’s fingers until he reaches his palm, bowing his head in reverence before kissing softly at its centre. It’s just before he reaches the wrist that he pauses to rearrange himself so he’s sitting in Alucard’s lap, warm against Alucard’s cooler body even through layers of clothes. ]
How lucky, then, that I bring offerings of warmth.
[ Okay, that’s stupid enough that he almost breaks character and laughs. But he manages, and it’s easy to fall back into his role when he takes Alucard’s hand again and continues, his lips finally brushing over the pulse at his wrist. ]
[The contrast of all the fabric on Trevor against Alucard's bare chest is everything. A content noise follows when Trevor moves onto the dhampir's lap, and then Alucard's arm wraps around Trevor's waist to hold him snug and secure. More than that, it lets Alucard stroke his fingers against the very base of Trevor's spine - something that's a teaser of where this is meant to end.
[ He shivers as Alucard's fingers brush over the small of his back, both because of the implications there and because everyone in this castle has long been aware that that sort of gentle touch over his spine is the single easiest way to reduce the Belmont to nothing.
But he will not be deterred. He has a holy mission, after all, and he lingers at Alucard's wrist for a few more kisses before threading their fingers together so he can move Alucard's arm outward little by little, kissing along the vein. ]
[A mission from god indeed, and Alucard realizes as Trevor kisses up his arm, there's a chance he may not be able to keep this act up. They've had moments like this before, Trevor calling Alucard a spoiled prince and then riding the vampire stupid, but there was always the hint of silliness in the air.
This? This is already more serious than the dhampir expected, and the sigh that sounds when Trevor reaches his shoulder almost comes with a shudder. Which brings in the other part of why it may not last as long as Alucard wants it to: there's never been a question of how Trevor's regarded his physical self, but this particular flavor of affection is a lot.
The hand on Trevor's waist squeezes, fingerpads digging into the Belmont's hips.]
[ He likes having the opportunity to do this. He isn’t exactly shy about expressing what he thinks of the others, but he’s careful when it comes to going too far with it, treating Alucard like something other than human. But then, the whole point of this is treating Alucard like something other than human. He’s free to go a little overboard, to let the affection really turn into something like worship.
The kisses trail over Alucard’s collarbone now, lips brushing only briefly at his throat before travelling downward instead. That’s a little difficult, he can only move downward so far without having to move out of Alucard’s lap (a crime against god, right now). ]
Your cleanliness. [ new title, right there. He murmurs it into the centre of Alucard’s chest. ] I can’t continue my worship without moving away.
[Oh, good title. Good a lot of things, because as Trevor kisses all over, a low, happy hum thrums through almost all of the vampire. It's mostly in his chest though, vibrating like a kitten being pet in exactly the right way. Oh, yes, his hand on Trevor's hip moves every so often, grabbing a little bit of ass or brushing over his spine again, but it's stunning to be the center of all this attention.]
Mmm, that is a small problem.
[One easily fixed, because of how they are sat now.
Alucard breaks the embrace of their other hands, and first he shifts the whole of Trevor over and fully onto his lap. Both hands remain on Trevor's hips, all fabric and confinement, and that's an on purpose decision.
Slowly, all too slowly, Alucard lies down on his back. It's a point of pride to make the motion look long and languid and just a hair too much. Just like that, the whole of the vampire is spread out before Trevor, pale and perfect against the sheets.]
[ Confinement is very quickly becoming an all too relevant term. It's not a problem yet. It's going to become one before long. But he doesn't complain, at least not for now. It's a part of the appeal of this for him, being able to trust Alucard to only let him suffer in fun ways. ]
I think I can continue my holy mission like this.
[ He does, however, make a point of very-not-accidentally grinding against Alucard as he bends to continue. He continues, kissing downward as far as he can manage without moving his hips out of range of Alucard's hands - almost to the edge of the sheet - and then, slowly, upward again. The scar gets no extra attention, but nor does he flinch away from it, brushing his lips against the skin there the same as anywhere else.
It's tempting to skip the other arm, knowing that once he gets to the neck he's not going to get a chance to go back to it. So he pauses once he reaches the collarbone again, waiting for instruction.
And maybe lets his teeth graze it very, very softly while he waits. He still has a curse or two to earn, after all. ]
[Alucard's always resonded to attention when lavished upon his neck. Here, now, with one hand threaded through Trevor's hair and the rest of the vampire so alert? He's learning that the way Trevor's kissing his chest at the moment is nothing short of electrifying.
The why isn't clear to Alucard. Perhaps because it is meant to be worship. Or maybe just how Trevor's lips graze against his skin just so. It could just be from sheer want. All Alucard knows is that breathy sighs and content, muted groans leave him, and he wants so much more.
Oh. Then the neck threatens, but Alucard? He tugs Trevor's hair, redirecting him downwards to his chest again, the rise and fall faster than when Trevor began.]
A job half done. Suppose that would be a terrible offence to you.
[ He lets Alucard guide him downward, trailing kisses down over his ribs as he does. He’s slower about it this time, and he wasn’t exactly hasty before. It takes a little while before he reaches Alucard’s hip, tracing across it with more kisses to reach his other side, dangerously close to the edge of the sheet ]
[ The sound that comes from Trevor’s throat when Alucard tugs his hair is- interesting. A little too growl-like to be a moan, a little too warm to be anything else.
So that’s a thing.
There’s a little resistance to being pulled upward, not because he’s reluctant but because he’s really quite enjoying being dragged around. But he does move, not letting it get to the point where Alucard might be tugging harder than he’s comfortable with. But making sure that his chin scrapes along Alucard’s chest.
And his eyes light up at the offer. Or instruction. A little of both, probably. ]
How lucky I am.
[ It doesn’t sound like part of the stupid play acting, not that part. He seems to have noticed that it came out sounding a little too embarrassingly sincere, because he says nothing more and leans in to run his lips over Alucard’s jaw. ]
[ Well that's nice, isn't it? One of them gives the other a compliment and the other just accepts it like a normal person. They're both so bad at that (he's worse, but never mind that). He kisses Alucard's lips as delicately as he's kissed anything else so far, just because he knows that's the wrong thing and he has to be a little bit of a shit.
And because there's something he'd quite like to take care of before this continues much more. ]
Your cleanliness- would you let me cleanse my body of these sinful- erm. Sinful trousers?
[ Yeah he didn't think that one through. Thinking is difficult right now. ]
[Trevor has mis-stepped, oh yes. That kiss was the wrong sort, but now? Now Alucard smiles, soft and gentle and very kind. The opposite of what he's about to do.]
I mentioned a curse, no?
[And here, Alucard takes advantage of Trevor's closeness. Both of his arms wrap around Trevor's waist, and in a moment, Trevor's turned over and their positions are reversed. It's Alucard who hovers over Trevor now, knees on either side of the Belmont's waist.
Worst of all, one hand goes down to Trevor's trousers, shamelessly stroking the Belmont through the fabric. Shamelessly flaunting his own nudity and arousal.]
[ His back hits the soft mattress, and then his mind registers it. Alucard is above him, resplendent and very, very naked. Somehow the fallen sheet pooled around his legs makes him seem more naked than if it weren’t there. ]
Oh. Shit.
[ He’d been intrigued by the curses, still very much is, but it’s hard not to complain anyway, especially when Alucard’s hand strokes over the fabric. It’s too much and too little at the same time, and when he breathes out it comes out as a long whine. ]
[The start of a low laugh escapes Alucard's throat, but it doesn't grow louder. There is only the vampire, only his hand, and only the vampire's face coming closer. Close enough to whisper into Trevor's ear, teeth grazing against the earlobe there.]
[ Oh. Oh shit. He shudders at the instruction alone, at the way he can feel it coming out as breath and brushing lightly at his hair. He hisses in air as Alucard's teeth graze against him and- shit, this is not helping with the sinful trousers situation.
When he breathes out, as Alucard's hand moves again, it comes out as a long whine. ]
Alucard- [ Wait no. ] Adrian- [ Wait, shit, no, he catches himself. One does not address goddesses by given name. ] -Your cleanliness.
[ And he shuffles, trying to turn onto his stomach without detaching himself from Alucard at all. ]
[Alucard knows that it's going to be hard for Trevor to do as instructed if they're still truly clinging to each other. So he sits up just enough to allow for movement, the look on his face clearly plotting something.]
I'll respond to all three. But only for you.
[And there it is. Trevor's managed, and so Alucard bends back down. Through the fabric of Trevor's shirt, there's a kiss right at the very top of his spine. Then another, just a little bit down.
[ A few times, he tries to turn back. He can’t look at Alucard like this, and he wants to. He always wants to. But then Alucard kisses at the back of his neck and whatever complaints he has die unspoken. Instead, he just gives a long moan, rather more dramatically than he had expected to.
It’s uncomfortable, being confined like this, his dick trapped between the mattress and his own weight and trying its damnedest to stir anyway. It doesn’t care that there’s no room for it. If anything, that idiot is encouraged by the way it grazes against cloth whenever Alucard’s weight shifts and moves him about a little. ]
Your cleanliness. [ He’s decided, it seems. That’s the name of choice for now until he breaks character. ]
[Cursed trousers are probably the best curse Alucard could think of on the fly. Mean to be certain, but not inclined to truly make Trevor suffer. Just heighten anticipation. That moan? That's proof that the idea's working exactly as Alucard meant for it to.
But he can make it better. By which he means worse. And also better, as Alucard's mouth begins to move down Trevor's spine, kiss by kiss. Oh, it's no fun having the fabric in the way, but for the sense of suffering and anticipation? Worth it.][He's halfway down Trevor's spine now, knees on either side of Trevor's hips, both hands supporting himself. It's at that moment though that one hand moves, making no secret of how roughly it's grabbing at Trevor's ass.]
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But waiting is hard, and Alucard fidgets and grumbles with arranging himself just so until Trevor's scent announces his arrival. At that, Alucard goes still, the sheet covering almost nothing at all now. He's laying on his side, one hand supporting his head, the other lazily moving over the sheets and--
--oh, he doesn't have to tell Trevor to kneel. That's a lot.
Alucard reaches his free hand down, stroking Trevor's cheek and then gently, gently tilting his chin upwards.]
It is an insult, of course, but a modest one. We can't control the rain, after all.
[He leans in. Just a little. Just enough to brush his lips over Trevor's.]
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I come to your alter to show contrition, your Divinity. What penance would you ask of me?
[ TELL HIM MORE ABOUT THESE CURSES. HE’S FASCINATED. ]
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Alucard sits up in bed slowly. Hair falling over his shoulder. Fabric following.]
Come up on the bed beside me, and kiss all that you see.
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It is an honour, to be invited into this holy place.
[ And he takes Alucard’s hand, slowly kissing the pad of each finger. ‘All that he sees’ is going to take a while at this rate. Not that he minds. ]
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A soft, breathy sigh leaves Alucard as Trevor takes his hand, the kisses soft and slow and fuck he might have signed up for too much.
His hand goes over to Trevor's hip, slowly angling so that he can sliiiide Trevor onto his lap.]
Over here. The only thing I cannot do is warm hearths.
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How lucky, then, that I bring offerings of warmth.
[ Okay, that’s stupid enough that he almost breaks character and laughs. But he manages, and it’s easy to fall back into his role when he takes Alucard’s hand again and continues, his lips finally brushing over the pulse at his wrist. ]
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He smiles as lips brush over his wrist.]
An offering happily accepted.
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[ He shivers as Alucard's fingers brush over the small of his back, both because of the implications there and because everyone in this castle has long been aware that that sort of gentle touch over his spine is the single easiest way to reduce the Belmont to nothing.
But he will not be deterred. He has a holy mission, after all, and he lingers at Alucard's wrist for a few more kisses before threading their fingers together so he can move Alucard's arm outward little by little, kissing along the vein. ]
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This? This is already more serious than the dhampir expected, and the sigh that sounds when Trevor reaches his shoulder almost comes with a shudder. Which brings in the other part of why it may not last as long as Alucard wants it to: there's never been a question of how Trevor's regarded his physical self, but this particular flavor of affection is a lot.
The hand on Trevor's waist squeezes, fingerpads digging into the Belmont's hips.]
Keep going.
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The kisses trail over Alucard’s collarbone now, lips brushing only briefly at his throat before travelling downward instead. That’s a little difficult, he can only move downward so far without having to move out of Alucard’s lap (a crime against god, right now). ]
Your cleanliness. [ new title, right there. He murmurs it into the centre of Alucard’s chest. ] I can’t continue my worship without moving away.
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Mmm, that is a small problem.
[One easily fixed, because of how they are sat now.
Alucard breaks the embrace of their other hands, and first he shifts the whole of Trevor over and fully onto his lap. Both hands remain on Trevor's hips, all fabric and confinement, and that's an on purpose decision.
Slowly, all too slowly, Alucard lies down on his back. It's a point of pride to make the motion look long and languid and just a hair too much. Just like that, the whole of the vampire is spread out before Trevor, pale and perfect against the sheets.]
I believe that should be enough room, yes?
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I think I can continue my holy mission like this.
[ He does, however, make a point of very-not-accidentally grinding against Alucard as he bends to continue. He continues, kissing downward as far as he can manage without moving his hips out of range of Alucard's hands - almost to the edge of the sheet - and then, slowly, upward again. The scar gets no extra attention, but nor does he flinch away from it, brushing his lips against the skin there the same as anywhere else.
It's tempting to skip the other arm, knowing that once he gets to the neck he's not going to get a chance to go back to it. So he pauses once he reaches the collarbone again, waiting for instruction.
And maybe lets his teeth graze it very, very softly while he waits. He still has a curse or two to earn, after all. ]
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The why isn't clear to Alucard. Perhaps because it is meant to be worship. Or maybe just how Trevor's lips graze against his skin just so. It could just be from sheer want. All Alucard knows is that breathy sighs and content, muted groans leave him, and he wants so much more.
Oh. Then the neck threatens, but Alucard? He tugs Trevor's hair, redirecting him downwards to his chest again, the rise and fall faster than when Trevor began.]
You missed several places, I'm afraid.
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[ He lets Alucard guide him downward, trailing kisses down over his ribs as he does. He’s slower about it this time, and he wasn’t exactly hasty before. It takes a little while before he reaches Alucard’s hip, tracing across it with more kisses to reach his other side, dangerously close to the edge of the sheet ]
Please forgive this humble sinner’s mistake.
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Forgiven, for you've done well to rectify the mistake.
[He's smiling though.]
You may kiss my face.
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So that’s a thing.
There’s a little resistance to being pulled upward, not because he’s reluctant but because he’s really quite enjoying being dragged around. But he does move, not letting it get to the point where Alucard might be tugging harder than he’s comfortable with. But making sure that his chin scrapes along Alucard’s chest.
And his eyes light up at the offer. Or instruction. A little of both, probably. ]
How lucky I am.
[ It doesn’t sound like part of the stupid play acting, not that part. He seems to have noticed that it came out sounding a little too embarrassingly sincere, because he says nothing more and leans in to run his lips over Alucard’s jaw. ]
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[Alucard's laugh is soft and impossibly warm, laying there happily as Trevor kisses his jaw.
But oh, impatience does rear it's head, and Alucard dips his head down. Snags his lips against Trevor's, making it so very clear what he wants
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[ Well that's nice, isn't it? One of them gives the other a compliment and the other just accepts it like a normal person. They're both so bad at that (he's worse, but never mind that). He kisses Alucard's lips as delicately as he's kissed anything else so far, just because he knows that's the wrong thing and he has to be a little bit of a shit.
And because there's something he'd quite like to take care of before this continues much more. ]
Your cleanliness- would you let me cleanse my body of these sinful- erm. Sinful trousers?
[ Yeah he didn't think that one through. Thinking is difficult right now. ]
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I mentioned a curse, no?
[And here, Alucard takes advantage of Trevor's closeness. Both of his arms wrap around Trevor's waist, and in a moment, Trevor's turned over and their positions are reversed. It's Alucard who hovers over Trevor now, knees on either side of the Belmont's waist.
Worst of all, one hand goes down to Trevor's trousers, shamelessly stroking the Belmont through the fabric. Shamelessly flaunting his own nudity and arousal.]
This is the curse.
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Oh. Shit.
[ He’d been intrigued by the curses, still very much is, but it’s hard not to complain anyway, especially when Alucard’s hand strokes over the fabric. It’s too much and too little at the same time, and when he breathes out it comes out as a long whine. ]
Sinful trousers. Good curse.
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Roll over onto your stomach.
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When he breathes out, as Alucard's hand moves again, it comes out as a long whine. ]
Alucard- [ Wait no. ] Adrian- [ Wait, shit, no, he catches himself. One does not address goddesses by given name. ] -Your cleanliness.
[ And he shuffles, trying to turn onto his stomach without detaching himself from Alucard at all. ]
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I'll respond to all three. But only for you.
[And there it is. Trevor's managed, and so Alucard bends back down. Through the fabric of Trevor's shirt, there's a kiss right at the very top of his spine. Then another, just a little bit down.
Oh yes. A trouser curse.]
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It’s uncomfortable, being confined like this, his dick trapped between the mattress and his own weight and trying its damnedest to stir anyway. It doesn’t care that there’s no room for it. If anything, that idiot is encouraged by the way it grazes against cloth whenever Alucard’s weight shifts and moves him about a little. ]
Your cleanliness. [ He’s decided, it seems. That’s the name of choice for now until he breaks character. ]
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But he can make it better. By which he means worse. And also better, as Alucard's mouth begins to move down Trevor's spine, kiss by kiss. Oh, it's no fun having the fabric in the way, but for the sense of suffering and anticipation? Worth it.][He's halfway down Trevor's spine now, knees on either side of Trevor's hips, both hands supporting himself. It's at that moment though that one hand moves, making no secret of how roughly it's grabbing at Trevor's ass.]
What is it?
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