[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.]
[ It’s not enough, is the problem. It’s far, far too much and yet it’s still not enough. He knows that most of what he’s feeling from the kisses is in his head - there’s no way he could feel Alucard’s lips against his spine that clearly through the thick tunic, and if even that is sending his head swimming-
He feels the hand on his ass - really feels it - and his body shifts forward, grinding into the mattress without even thinking about it. Whatever he was going to say is cut off by another moan. ]
Shit. Please. [ It’s awkward, while lying on his front, but he tugs at his tunic, trying to lift it. He manages about to his ribs before his arms can’t bend that way anymore. That’s the problem right now. Not the uncomfortable trouser situation - he can deal with discomfort. The problem is that Alucard’s kisses are happening over clothing and not on bare skin. ]
[That moan is absolute muse to Alucard's ears, but even he can admit when a goddess must give an inch.
What that means in practice is that Alucard is careful as he helps Trevor to sit up - arms around the man's waist, pulling him upright. Trevor's flush against him, and so the little bit of exposed skin is against all of Alucard.
So's the exact evidence of how aroused this has made the dhampir.]
Right. Of course not. [ That was probably intended to be sarcastic, but tone is a little difficult when every word comes out as the same all-too-aroused whine. Even just that exposed sliver of skin against the coolness of Alucard’s stomach is so much. Not to mention the- oh.
Oh. Alucard’s just as into this as he is. That’s good to know.
He’s slow as he undoes his tunic, because this whole thing has him so aroused that even the cloth brushing against his back is an almost unbearable amount of stimulation, stuck in that same area of too much but not enough that the kisses through the cloth were. Eventually, though, he shrugs the sleeves of it off his shoulders. It’s still there on his back, held in place by Alucard’s chest against him. But it’ll be gone the second one of them moves away from the other. ]
[Alucard finishes the rest of the matter at hand, gleefully tossing the shirt aside. It means Trevor's bare back is against his own bare chest, and fuck. He has to take a moment to breathe out and collect himself. Never mind that it means hot breath against Trevor's neck.
But as they were. Alucard's careful enough to guide Trevor back down, but after that he realizes that making his own composure stick is likely to be harder than expected. The first kiss to Trevor's back is fine. So are the next several. But the more Alucard kisses, the more he realizes that his own desire is threatening to outweigh the delight of drawing this all out.
It is at the halfway point that Alucard accepts that this was never going to last for as long as he really wanted. His kisses speed up and intensify as he reaches the waist of Trevor's trousers, and then?
Then he stops entirely, one hand moving to stroke Trevor's thigh through the cloth.]
Do you promise to never track that much mud into this house again?
[He isn't at a good spot to whisper in Trevor's ear. Alucard only hopes his touch makes up for it.]
[ He doesn't say much but leans backward into each kiss, forehead pressed into the cool sheets, breath coming as small noises and occasionally soft whines. By the time Alucard starts to speed up, he's shuddering and panting and so, so close, just from this. Just a little more. And then Alucard speeds up and shit, shit-
-he stops. Stops just a faction of a second too early, and Trevor makes a small noise of protest until Alucard's hand is against him again. ]
Promise. I- ah- I promise. He gulps down air, trying to figure out words again. Please. Please
[ This is how one tells how completely gone he is, he doesn't make any self-deprecating jokes about the laundry at all. ]
[This time Alucard's softer. Managing himself just a little bit better, having paid careful attention to all of Trevor's wonderful noises and knowing that if he did much more, well. Trevor would be quite done and Alucard would be stranded.
Rather than wait for Trevor to follow instructions, Alucard reaches over towards the nightstand. They've got the right equipment for this, but god, the angle he's on is weird. He's almost falling off the bed to get the damn lube, but--
[ One man's lube misadventure is another man's much needed moment to recover, and Trevor lies still for a while, just letting his breathing slow, before finally following the instruction. He's shaking, still, entirely overwhelmed in the best way possible. But he's at least not in danger of ending this significantly too early.
He's probably not going to be any use to anyone for a day or so after this, mind. Hopefully nothing important needs to get done.
He can't see Alucard, but he can feel his weight shifting about on the bed. He can tell he's leaning to get to the nightstand, and then the weight shifts the other way. He's back. That means a successful lube mission. With far more effort than this should usually take him, he raises his hips a little higher. ]
[Alucard whispers the word into Trevor's ear, kissing right below it.
Only after that moment does he sit up and actually free Trevor from the sinful trouser prison that has defined the past however long it's been, his hands moving as carefully as they can. The lube lies snug on the bed beside him and--
--oh goodness Alucard truly did make the trousers a prison, didn't he?]
There. That's much better but--
[The pause is long. Pointed. And maybe a little mean.]
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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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He feels the hand on his ass - really feels it - and his body shifts forward, grinding into the mattress without even thinking about it. Whatever he was going to say is cut off by another moan. ]
Shit. Please. [ It’s awkward, while lying on his front, but he tugs at his tunic, trying to lift it. He manages about to his ribs before his arms can’t bend that way anymore. That’s the problem right now. Not the uncomfortable trouser situation - he can deal with discomfort. The problem is that Alucard’s kisses are happening over clothing and not on bare skin. ]
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What that means in practice is that Alucard is careful as he helps Trevor to sit up - arms around the man's waist, pulling him upright. Trevor's flush against him, and so the little bit of exposed skin is against all of Alucard.
So's the exact evidence of how aroused this has made the dhampir.]
Go ahead. I'm not cruel.
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Oh. Alucard’s just as into this as he is. That’s good to know.
He’s slow as he undoes his tunic, because this whole thing has him so aroused that even the cloth brushing against his back is an almost unbearable amount of stimulation, stuck in that same area of too much but not enough that the kisses through the cloth were. Eventually, though, he shrugs the sleeves of it off his shoulders. It’s still there on his back, held in place by Alucard’s chest against him. But it’ll be gone the second one of them moves away from the other. ]
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But as they were. Alucard's careful enough to guide Trevor back down, but after that he realizes that making his own composure stick is likely to be harder than expected. The first kiss to Trevor's back is fine. So are the next several. But the more Alucard kisses, the more he realizes that his own desire is threatening to outweigh the delight of drawing this all out.
It is at the halfway point that Alucard accepts that this was never going to last for as long as he really wanted. His kisses speed up and intensify as he reaches the waist of Trevor's trousers, and then?
Then he stops entirely, one hand moving to stroke Trevor's thigh through the cloth.]
Do you promise to never track that much mud into this house again?
[He isn't at a good spot to whisper in Trevor's ear. Alucard only hopes his touch makes up for it.]
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-he stops. Stops just a faction of a second too early, and Trevor makes a small noise of protest until Alucard's hand is against him again. ]
Promise. I- ah- I promise. He gulps down air, trying to figure out words again. Please. Please
[ This is how one tells how completely gone he is, he doesn't make any self-deprecating jokes about the laundry at all. ]
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[This time Alucard's softer. Managing himself just a little bit better, having paid careful attention to all of Trevor's wonderful noises and knowing that if he did much more, well. Trevor would be quite done and Alucard would be stranded.
Rather than wait for Trevor to follow instructions, Alucard reaches over towards the nightstand. They've got the right equipment for this, but god, the angle he's on is weird. He's almost falling off the bed to get the damn lube, but--
--yes!]
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He's probably not going to be any use to anyone for a day or so after this, mind. Hopefully nothing important needs to get done.
He can't see Alucard, but he can feel his weight shifting about on the bed. He can tell he's leaning to get to the nightstand, and then the weight shifts the other way. He's back. That means a successful lube mission. With far more effort than this should usually take him, he raises his hips a little higher. ]
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[Alucard whispers the word into Trevor's ear, kissing right below it.
Only after that moment does he sit up and actually free Trevor from the sinful trouser prison that has defined the past however long it's been, his hands moving as carefully as they can. The lube lies snug on the bed beside him and--
--oh goodness Alucard truly did make the trousers a prison, didn't he?]
There. That's much better but--
[The pause is long. Pointed. And maybe a little mean.]
I can't see your face like this.
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