[Alucard smiles, inch by inch. Just as surely as the Belmont melts, the vampire beams down at him, soft and happy and so very, very pleased with the entire situation. They're both safe here. Happy. No Carmillas in sight.
The world is here. Just here. And at some point in the fuzzy way time works, Alucard nudges Trevor gently.]
[ It's amazing, how far Alucard's come. He remembers having to be careful not to brush against him, to not even make accidental contact. Now he can lean against his shoulder without much warning and the only possible complication is that he has to make sure he's leaning the good side of his head, not the bad one.
It means that he can just sink into all of this, just allow everything to happen, and not worry. Trust Alucard with himself, rather than fussing over every little thing, to not go further than he's able to. Means he doesn't have to think. It's- nice to have a break from thinking, once in a while. ]
More than- ah- [ okay, this time it is an actual moan. Not a loud one, but he must have moved a little, meaning Alucard's hand is slightly higher up on his back this time. It's not a big difference, but it's a difference and the slight contrast after he'd got used to the way things were suddenly seems massive. ] -More than okay.
[Alucard has heard the moan before, but never so soft. Yes, Alucard's hands have moved, but it's just a little.]
Good.
[He kisses Trevor's forehead, then begins to lean back. It's slow, bringing Trevor along with him, until the vampire is laying flat on the bed with Trevor still atop him.]
I'm going to fall asleep if I get any more comfortable.
[ The world shifts, slowly, until everything is sideways. Everything except Alucard, who is still exactly where he ought to be.
Alucard's legs are no longer structurally integral to this arrangement, and his own aren't bound. So it's probably okay to curl his legs around Alucard's now, right? ]
I'm fairly sure I can't let you sleep with your hands tied.
[Alucard lets one hand be trapped under Trevor, squished between the mattress and the Belmont. Those fingers? Those brush over his shoulder very softly.]
Especially if it's to be horny.
[He lets Trevor just move his legs as he likes. The hand that was on Trevor's lower back slides down, cradling his ass in the lightest way.]
[ He takes a moment, frowning in effort, because he's only good at this up until it involves trying to say what he wants. Articulating things he wants is hard. Made harder by the concern that he might voice something that's too much for Alucard right now and that he'll push himself too hard to try to manage it anyway. ]
[Like you're hungry Trevor says, and Alucard can catch a double meaning.
He'll explore it in a moment. He first focuses on catching Trevor's lips again, this time with more aggression. He's hungry yes, and his tongue begins to probe into the equation.
The hand on Trevor's ass slides down his under thigh, then up again. Keeps that motion up, just curious to see the effect it has on the Belmont.]
[ This. This is good. He returns the kiss an there's still a little caution to it but he's not still like he was the first time they did this. If he was in a mood to worry it would be a difficult balance, responding enough to return Alucard's affection but not so much as to overwhelm him. Right now, though, he's a little more content to play this by ear.
He has to trust Alucard. It's not difficult for Trevor to trust him with his own wellbeing, that doesn't mean all that much to him. It's difficult to trust Alucard with himself. But he has to try, because that's the only way they're going to be able to move forward.
It's only when Alucard's hand moves for a second or third time that he breaks the kiss to gasp sharply. ]
That. [ He says it against Alucard's lips, face a little more flushed now than it was before. ] More of that.
[Please is what he's looking for, and Alucard's hands both go still. It's probably as far as he should take it though. The Trevor in his arms? That Trevor is a total mess of soft, round, fuzziness and to do much more is to take advantage of an overly vulnerable state.
As if to emphasize the point, Alucard's next kiss is to Trevor's forehead, as soft as it's always been.]
[ At this point it's hard to tell if he's just being a shit or if he genuinely hasn't caught on. But the mystery doesn't last for long. He makes a soft whining noise, trying to wriggle closer to Alucard. ]
[And so he obliges. Hand stroking up and down that thigh, pausing to grab or pinch, putting just a little more pressure there. He doesn't return to Trevor's spine though, not yet. Better to kiss the Belmont with the hunger he wants, and to just be in this particular spot.]
[ The kisses are the kind of overwhelming that he likes, the kind that he first found out that he liked back when they first did this. Forceful and possessive and just a little bit toothy. Good for making him feel wanted and protected. There's a soft sigh between the kisses, breaking into a tiny delighted gasp when a stroke turns into a grab. ]
Trousers're- [ Another kiss, and he practically melts into it, so much that for a moment afterwards he seems to have forgotten what he was saying. Then Alucard's hand pinches again and he finds himself reminded. ] -Going to be a problem soon.
[ His hips twitch at that, and he has to try desperately not to roll them forward against Alucard's hand. He only mostly manages, with just a little pushing into the touch. ]
[Alucard says it like he's shooshing one of the horses. One whose trousers he's unbuttoning. Whose trousers also need to be tugged down just a little, along with the undergarments below.]
[ Wait, he says, and for a moment Trevor has to think and make sure that that's- right. a shooshing sort of wait, not a 'stop, this had got bad' sort of wait. But he does stop nonetheless, because- look, sometimes it feels right to do what you're told when shooshed. It's part of what makes this whole hands-behind-his-back nonsense appealing rather than just practical, the idea of someone else being in control.
He can feel his heart swelling with pride at being called good, even knough logically he knows he's done nothing to deserve it other than successfully have his trousers pulled down. ]
Am I a dog now?
[ He's laughing about the shooshing thing, but the warmth in his tone is unmistakable. As are the effects of everything so far. The trousers are out of the way before they became too uncomfortable, but not with a whole lot of time to spare. He's already well on the way to hardness. ]
[That warmth was the goal. For it, ALucard's next kiss is without the hunger of before. It's softer. More loving. His mouth opens wider, his tongue begs to explore more of Trevor's mouth.
His same hand doesn't return to stroke up and down Trevor's back thigh either. It now hovers right beside his groin, not wanting to press further but knowing how much Trevor's going to want that hand to remain there.]
[ He doesn't roll his hips into Alucard's hand. That would be a little too much to do without warning, and so he just waits. Behaves himself, tries to be patient.
It's easy, really, to be patient when Alucard kisses him like that. The softness of it makes it easier to return without risking fang disasters, and so he does. It's not as intense as the more possessive, hungry kisses before. But it's special in its own way to let his tongue stroke against Alucard's, coaxing him to explore further, deeper inside him.
-it's a good thing the trousers are already dealt with, because that thought is a lot to deal with. ]
[ The kiss fills up with the vibrations of some sound as Alucard’s tongue explores him. A groan, maybe, the sound of it muted by Alucard’s lips against his but the sensation of it plain as day. He chases the kiss as far as he can when Alucard pulls away and then when he can’t move further simply stares up. Eyes hazy and full of longing. ]
[Desperately he says. Alucard can't be cruel after that.
So he isn't. He reaches down and takes Trevor in hand, starting at the base of his cock and then dragging his hand up in one long slow, steady motion that's careful with how much pressure is applied. No kisses. Not until Alucard knows this is okay.]
He struggles not to buck his hips and mostly succeeds, The tension leaving him as noise instead of movement in a long, soft, pining sound. His arms tug against the ropes for a moment, he wants so much to curl them around Alucard and pull him closer.
But he can't, and his arms still again before they risk pulling the ropes tighter. He doesn't want to escape, he just wants more. Closer. ]
[Alucard obliges closer even if Trevor doesn't articulate the word. He keeps his hand moving at a steady pace, but the pressure changes with each stroke. Sometimes there's more. Other's he is feather light.
He steals a kiss each time he gets to the base of Trevor's dick. It's quick and fleeting, threatening to tease but never quite getting there. Just adoring. Letting Trevor make whatever noises he likes.]
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The world is here. Just here. And at some point in the fuzzy way time works, Alucard nudges Trevor gently.]
Doing okay?
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[ It's amazing, how far Alucard's come. He remembers having to be careful not to brush against him, to not even make accidental contact. Now he can lean against his shoulder without much warning and the only possible complication is that he has to make sure he's leaning the good side of his head, not the bad one.
It means that he can just sink into all of this, just allow everything to happen, and not worry. Trust Alucard with himself, rather than fussing over every little thing, to not go further than he's able to. Means he doesn't have to think. It's- nice to have a break from thinking, once in a while. ]
More than- ah- [ okay, this time it is an actual moan. Not a loud one, but he must have moved a little, meaning Alucard's hand is slightly higher up on his back this time. It's not a big difference, but it's a difference and the slight contrast after he'd got used to the way things were suddenly seems massive. ] -More than okay.
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Good.
[He kisses Trevor's forehead, then begins to lean back. It's slow, bringing Trevor along with him, until the vampire is laying flat on the bed with Trevor still atop him.]
I want you to be comfortable.
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[ The world shifts, slowly, until everything is sideways. Everything except Alucard, who is still exactly where he ought to be.
Alucard's legs are no longer structurally integral to this arrangement, and his own aren't bound. So it's probably okay to curl his legs around Alucard's now, right? ]
Really horny sleep, but point stands.
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[Alucard lets one hand be trapped under Trevor, squished between the mattress and the Belmont. Those fingers? Those brush over his shoulder very softly.]
Especially if it's to be horny.
[He lets Trevor just move his legs as he likes. The hand that was on Trevor's lower back slides down, cradling his ass in the lightest way.]
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[ He's trying to be a bit of a shit, but he's too adoring for it to really come through. Being able to do this is precious, so precious.
Then there's a hand on his arse and he smirks. ]
Good start.
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[He keeps his hand on Trevor's ass and squeezes it. That comes with a thoughtful sigh.]
How much do you want me to do?
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[ He takes a moment, frowning in effort, because he's only good at this up until it involves trying to say what he wants. Articulating things he wants is hard. Made harder by the concern that he might voice something that's too much for Alucard right now and that he'll push himself too hard to try to manage it anyway. ]
Kiss me. Like you're hungry.
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He'll explore it in a moment. He first focuses on catching Trevor's lips again, this time with more aggression. He's hungry yes, and his tongue begins to probe into the equation.
The hand on Trevor's ass slides down his under thigh, then up again. Keeps that motion up, just curious to see the effect it has on the Belmont.]
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He has to trust Alucard. It's not difficult for Trevor to trust him with his own wellbeing, that doesn't mean all that much to him. It's difficult to trust Alucard with himself. But he has to try, because that's the only way they're going to be able to move forward.
It's only when Alucard's hand moves for a second or third time that he breaks the kiss to gasp sharply. ]
That. [ He says it against Alucard's lips, face a little more flushed now than it was before. ] More of that.
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[Please is what he's looking for, and Alucard's hands both go still. It's probably as far as he should take it though. The Trevor in his arms? That Trevor is a total mess of soft, round, fuzziness and to do much more is to take advantage of an overly vulnerable state.
As if to emphasize the point, Alucard's next kiss is to Trevor's forehead, as soft as it's always been.]
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[ At this point it's hard to tell if he's just being a shit or if he genuinely hasn't caught on. But the mystery doesn't last for long. He makes a soft whining noise, trying to wriggle closer to Alucard. ]
Please. More, please.
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[And so he obliges. Hand stroking up and down that thigh, pausing to grab or pinch, putting just a little more pressure there. He doesn't return to Trevor's spine though, not yet. Better to kiss the Belmont with the hunger he wants, and to just be in this particular spot.]
Good Belmont.
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Trousers're- [ Another kiss, and he practically melts into it, so much that for a moment afterwards he seems to have forgotten what he was saying. Then Alucard's hand pinches again and he finds himself reminded. ] -Going to be a problem soon.
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[Alucard's hand doesn't go still. It just moves to the front of Trevor, moving from inside of his thigh up to his groin. No further.]
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[Alucard says it like he's shooshing one of the horses. One whose trousers he's unbuttoning. Whose trousers also need to be tugged down just a little, along with the undergarments below.]
There. That's a good Belmont.
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He can feel his heart swelling with pride at being called good, even knough logically he knows he's done nothing to deserve it other than successfully have his trousers pulled down. ]
Am I a dog now?
[ He's laughing about the shooshing thing, but the warmth in his tone is unmistakable. As are the effects of everything so far. The trousers are out of the way before they became too uncomfortable, but not with a whole lot of time to spare. He's already well on the way to hardness. ]
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[That warmth was the goal. For it, ALucard's next kiss is without the hunger of before. It's softer. More loving. His mouth opens wider, his tongue begs to explore more of Trevor's mouth.
His same hand doesn't return to stroke up and down Trevor's back thigh either. It now hovers right beside his groin, not wanting to press further but knowing how much Trevor's going to want that hand to remain there.]
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It's easy, really, to be patient when Alucard kisses him like that. The softness of it makes it easier to return without risking fang disasters, and so he does. It's not as intense as the more possessive, hungry kisses before. But it's special in its own way to let his tongue stroke against Alucard's, coaxing him to explore further, deeper inside him.
-it's a good thing the trousers are already dealt with, because that thought is a lot to deal with. ]
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He doesn't stroke Trevor's groin further though. Doesn't want to go further for now. Then he pulls away from the kiss.]
Do you want me to keep going?
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Yes. Desperately.
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So he isn't. He reaches down and takes Trevor in hand, starting at the base of his cock and then dragging his hand up in one long slow, steady motion that's careful with how much pressure is applied. No kisses. Not until Alucard knows this is okay.]
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He struggles not to buck his hips and mostly succeeds, The tension leaving him as noise instead of movement in a long, soft, pining sound. His arms tug against the ropes for a moment, he wants so much to curl them around Alucard and pull him closer.
But he can't, and his arms still again before they risk pulling the ropes tighter. He doesn't want to escape, he just wants more. Closer. ]
That. More- more that.
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He steals a kiss each time he gets to the base of Trevor's dick. It's quick and fleeting, threatening to tease but never quite getting there. Just adoring. Letting Trevor make whatever noises he likes.]
Tell me what you need.
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