[ 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.]
[ He tenses as the fabric moves against him - it's unavoidable as things are, no matter how careful Alucard is. But then he's free, and that's- shit, that's a relief.
But he knows what's coming, and he can't see Alucard but he knows. He waits. And waits. And nothing happens. Alucard doesn't touch him again. He's about to whine in frustration when Alucard finally speaks. ]
-Let me turn over. [ He interrupts, he's so eager to solve the problem. Yes he should be patient, but also: very horny. He catches himself, at least, trying to make it a little more polite. ] Please, your cleanliness.
[Alucard nods, but...right. Trevor can't see that. So Alucard leans back a little, so that he's kneeling rather than hovering right over Trevor, and his legs are spread wider to afford the Belmont some movement.]
Do so. Quickly.
[That little note of desperation isn't intentional. It means the act is harder to keep up now.]
[ He does. It takes a little effort, his whole body so on edge that any sort of movement that doesn't bring him any closer is agonising, but- well. He's really, really determined to look at Alucard right now.
His back hits mattress again and he takes a moment to catch his breath before looking up blearily at Alucard. ]
[Looking at Trevor makes Alucard into a total mess. His hair, his cock just waiting, the way Trevor's chest rises and falls, everything. He's splayed out and beautiful and so fucking perfect that it hurts, and it leaves the vampire breathless.]
So're you.
[He murmurs it softly, wanting to just bend over and kiss Trevor entirely on the mouth. But that would mean Trevor's cock rubbing against Alucard, and while that's fine, it's too much to make Trevor bear now.
Fuck. Fuck.
Alucard reaches for the lube, and his movements are clumsier than he'd like them to be - he nearly drops the bottle twice as he pours out an overly generous amount. Then it nearly falls on the floor when Alucard tries to put it down, and fuck he still has to be careful about this.
He focuses on Trevor first. Easier to do that. Not easy to move slow and careful, trying to take all the precautions they usually have more of a mind to. Alucard can hear how his breath is coming harder and faster, and okay. Okay. That's good, he just can focus on himself.
So he does. Quickly, because the next part is the only part that matters.]
[ He bites his lip when Alucard starts his work, trying to focus on that instead of anything else. He won't last otherwise. It feels like an eternity before finally, finally, Alucard asks that question. ]
Kind of- kind of weird, right? That worshiping the cleanliness deity involves making such a fucking mess?
[ He's pushing his luck. Because he's pretty sure that nothing short of him actually demanding Alucard stop would stop him right now. He can be a little shit and only suffer the consequences later. ] That's a yes.
One that you'll be cleaning up if you're not careful.
[That's the only threat Alucard has at this point, because he's too horny to care for anything else. Or to wait, because the word yes already has him going. Careful and steady yes, but still pushing into Trevor and oh.
The noise that leaves him is a horribly loud groan of absolute relief. To finally be doing the thing he wanted to do the moment this silliness began, and the next noise is a moan that's even louder.
He's still upright. Remains upright until he's fully inside, but then Alucard leans down so he can be closer to Trevor properly. So he can finally kiss the Belmont, all fierceness and desire and wanting, unchecked and absolutely lost in his own enjoyment of the moment.]
[ He bites his lip again as Alucard enters him, not because he's concerned about making embarrassing noises (the ship has kind of sailed on not making embarrassing noises here) but because shit, shit, he needs to concentrate on that in order to not be immediately done.
He reaches up, though, when he hears Alucard. With shaking arms, to try to touch him. His arms fall around Alucard when he leans down, pulling him close as he kisses back. And no, even if he could bite his lip while kissing no amount of that would keep him present for that much longer. Instead, he pushes Alucard's head back, just a little. ]
Never got to finish my- [ He's interrupted by a sharp inhale and a slow, deliberate exhale. ] -Never got to finish my worship. Good a time as any, hmm?
[ He's not going to last much longer, so all he can really do is make sure Alucard doesn't last that much longer either. So he tilts his head, dragging his teeth from the side of Alucard's jaw down his neck. ]
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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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But he knows what's coming, and he can't see Alucard but he knows. He waits. And waits. And nothing happens. Alucard doesn't touch him again. He's about to whine in frustration when Alucard finally speaks. ]
-Let me turn over. [ He interrupts, he's so eager to solve the problem. Yes he should be patient, but also: very horny. He catches himself, at least, trying to make it a little more polite. ] Please, your cleanliness.
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Do so. Quickly.
[That little note of desperation isn't intentional. It means the act is harder to keep up now.]
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His back hits mattress again and he takes a moment to catch his breath before looking up blearily at Alucard. ]
Fuck, you're so beautiful right now.
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So're you.
[He murmurs it softly, wanting to just bend over and kiss Trevor entirely on the mouth. But that would mean Trevor's cock rubbing against Alucard, and while that's fine, it's too much to make Trevor bear now.
Fuck. Fuck.
Alucard reaches for the lube, and his movements are clumsier than he'd like them to be - he nearly drops the bottle twice as he pours out an overly generous amount. Then it nearly falls on the floor when Alucard tries to put it down, and fuck he still has to be careful about this.
He focuses on Trevor first. Easier to do that. Not easy to move slow and careful, trying to take all the precautions they usually have more of a mind to. Alucard can hear how his breath is coming harder and faster, and okay. Okay. That's good, he just can focus on himself.
So he does. Quickly, because the next part is the only part that matters.]
Ready?
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Kind of- kind of weird, right? That worshiping the cleanliness deity involves making such a fucking mess?
[ He's pushing his luck. Because he's pretty sure that nothing short of him actually demanding Alucard stop would stop him right now. He can be a little shit and only suffer the consequences later. ] That's a yes.
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[That's the only threat Alucard has at this point, because he's too horny to care for anything else. Or to wait, because the word yes already has him going. Careful and steady yes, but still pushing into Trevor and oh.
The noise that leaves him is a horribly loud groan of absolute relief. To finally be doing the thing he wanted to do the moment this silliness began, and the next noise is a moan that's even louder.
He's still upright. Remains upright until he's fully inside, but then Alucard leans down so he can be closer to Trevor properly. So he can finally kiss the Belmont, all fierceness and desire and wanting, unchecked and absolutely lost in his own enjoyment of the moment.]
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He reaches up, though, when he hears Alucard. With shaking arms, to try to touch him. His arms fall around Alucard when he leans down, pulling him close as he kisses back. And no, even if he could bite his lip while kissing no amount of that would keep him present for that much longer. Instead, he pushes Alucard's head back, just a little. ]
Never got to finish my- [ He's interrupted by a sharp inhale and a slow, deliberate exhale. ] -Never got to finish my worship. Good a time as any, hmm?
[ He's not going to last much longer, so all he can really do is make sure Alucard doesn't last that much longer either. So he tilts his head, dragging his teeth from the side of Alucard's jaw down his neck. ]
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