[ 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.]
[ It’s helplessly predictable, that answer. And let it’s the truth. He extends his legs again, twisting them around Alucard’s, rubbing a thigh between his.
They’ve discussed the issue of penetration a little, before this. Enough to know that despite some of Trevor’s cruder jokes it’s not something that either of them has done or experienced before. Maybe this isn’t the right time, but he still rubs one leg between Alucard’s, trying to make it clear what he means even if he can’t quite summon the courage to outright say it. ]
[Now absolutely isn't the right time. It's too much too fast too soon. Alucard has suspected it might never come to pass, even if he wants to be able to reach that point. There's too much delicate work to be done first.]
I'm here. You have me.
[It's good, Trevor wrapped around him like this. That leg between both of his. Alucard can't help but grind, even if that isn't the goal here. Trevor is the goal, far more important than himself.
His other hand moves, stroking Trevor's cheek. His thumb traces over Trevor's lower lip before he kisses again, biting down just a little on that same lip moments later.]
[ There’s a soft whine, almost of frustration. He wants to be able to give back, to make Alucard feel good and safe and loved. Some part of him hates that he isn’t doing enough.
But not doing enough is kind of the point here. Prevent him from doing too much, from overwhelming Alucard. He grinds his leg against him as best he can, and that will have to be enough. He gives an unbelmontlike squeak at the bite, adding to the mess of little noises he’s already making. ]
Ag’gn? [ He says, asking for more bite before the first bite is over. Then he thinks better of it and shakes his head, extending his neck instead. He isn’t going to last much longer, and if this is going to happen he wants it to happen before he’s spent. ]
Alucard's hips grind downward again, but--this is more important, the request Trevor makes. There's a swift kiss, and then?
Then he covers Trevor's neck in a flurry of affection. Quick. Feather light. A butterfly landing, leaping up, then moving again. He does it as long as it feels right before one of those kisses stick, and something terribly sharp follows.]
[ His arms twitch again with each little kiss, wanting to pull Alucard closer for this but unable to do so. Instead, he has to trust him. Trust him to keep holding on to him, keep him grounded, not move away.
He knows he wouldn't. Not unless he needed to. ]
-Ah!
[ The second the skin breaks, he stops tugging against the ropes. Tries to fall still, even if he's still squirming about just a little. There's an inevitability to it, once the skin breaks. He doesn't need to try to pull Alucard closer, because he knows that he won't go now. He just needs to let Alucard be nice at him, let him stroke and drink and fuss over him until he's lying here drained and sated both in equal measure. ]
[Alucard's relieved when Trevor's fussing stops. It helps, because he's yet to withdraw his fangs.
He does that next, mouth going right to the wounds. The hand around Trevor's cock slows some for this part, but that's mostly because he has to pay such very careful attention now. He has to drink and make sure Trevor enjoys himself, and oh what a balance that is.
His own hips come to a stop. This is about Trevor. Not himself.]
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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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[ It’s helplessly predictable, that answer. And let it’s the truth. He extends his legs again, twisting them around Alucard’s, rubbing a thigh between his.
They’ve discussed the issue of penetration a little, before this. Enough to know that despite some of Trevor’s cruder jokes it’s not something that either of them has done or experienced before. Maybe this isn’t the right time, but he still rubs one leg between Alucard’s, trying to make it clear what he means even if he can’t quite summon the courage to outright say it. ]
You.
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I'm here. You have me.
[It's good, Trevor wrapped around him like this. That leg between both of his. Alucard can't help but grind, even if that isn't the goal here. Trevor is the goal, far more important than himself.
His other hand moves, stroking Trevor's cheek. His thumb traces over Trevor's lower lip before he kisses again, biting down just a little on that same lip moments later.]
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But not doing enough is kind of the point here. Prevent him from doing too much, from overwhelming Alucard. He grinds his leg against him as best he can, and that will have to be enough. He gives an unbelmontlike squeak at the bite, adding to the mess of little noises he’s already making. ]
Ag’gn? [ He says, asking for more bite before the first bite is over. Then he thinks better of it and shakes his head, extending his neck instead. He isn’t going to last much longer, and if this is going to happen he wants it to happen before he’s spent. ]
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Alucard's hips grind downward again, but--this is more important, the request Trevor makes. There's a swift kiss, and then?
Then he covers Trevor's neck in a flurry of affection. Quick. Feather light. A butterfly landing, leaping up, then moving again. He does it as long as it feels right before one of those kisses stick, and something terribly sharp follows.]
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He knows he wouldn't. Not unless he needed to. ]
-Ah!
[ The second the skin breaks, he stops tugging against the ropes. Tries to fall still, even if he's still squirming about just a little. There's an inevitability to it, once the skin breaks. He doesn't need to try to pull Alucard closer, because he knows that he won't go now. He just needs to let Alucard be nice at him, let him stroke and drink and fuss over him until he's lying here drained and sated both in equal measure. ]
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He does that next, mouth going right to the wounds. The hand around Trevor's cock slows some for this part, but that's mostly because he has to pay such very careful attention now. He has to drink and make sure Trevor enjoys himself, and oh what a balance that is.
His own hips come to a stop. This is about Trevor. Not himself.]
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