[ 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.]
[ The squirming intensifies once the fangs are out and it's safer. The hand on his cock or the mouth at his neck alone would each be overwhelming, together they're something else and he couldn't feel still or quiet if he tried.
He isn't trying, letting the air come out of him in small, gasping sounds. Letting his breath catch and his body twitch when Alucard's tongue drags over his neck. Rocking slowly into Alucard's hand when it slows. And he can feel everything so intensely, from Alucard's occasional breath against his neck to the disheveled sheets below them to the texture (soft, Alucard went out of his way to find something that didn't scratch) of the rope at his wrists. It's all so much. ]
Adrian-
[ His voice is soft, practically another sigh. He's so close. ]
[Alucard's words are pressed against Trevor's neck, sighed softly and with far too much longing. Oh, he's there, but not as there as Alucard wants to be.
One day, he'll be able to be there in full. But for now he has his hands and his lips, both pressing against Trevor's body. His own breath growing warmer. Pressing as close as he can.]
[ And let go he does. Legs curling around Alucard's, breath catching in his throat before tearing its way out in a long moan, lip drawn between his teeth, he lets go.
There's a mess, is the first thought that he manages to catch hold of long enough to properly think it. Then, it's how much everything seems. Like he can feel every induvidual thread of the sheets below them, every line of Alucard's palm. He stares at Alucard for a little while before realising that he can actually see him and smiling in a soft, slightly loopy way. ]
Alucard watches as Trevor's face releases everything. Notes how every inch of him moves, how the sound makes the motion even more wonderful.
It's so much to behold. So intimate. And that's the only thought Alucard can manage as Trevor relaxes. His hand leaves Trevor's cock, now sticky, and wipes it on the sheets for now.
His other hand moves so he can undo the rope around Trevor's wrists. It takes effort but...there. Done.]
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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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He isn't trying, letting the air come out of him in small, gasping sounds. Letting his breath catch and his body twitch when Alucard's tongue drags over his neck. Rocking slowly into Alucard's hand when it slows. And he can feel everything so intensely, from Alucard's occasional breath against his neck to the disheveled sheets below them to the texture (soft, Alucard went out of his way to find something that didn't scratch) of the rope at his wrists. It's all so much. ]
Adrian-
[ His voice is soft, practically another sigh. He's so close. ]
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[Alucard's words are pressed against Trevor's neck, sighed softly and with far too much longing. Oh, he's there, but not as there as Alucard wants to be.
One day, he'll be able to be there in full. But for now he has his hands and his lips, both pressing against Trevor's body. His own breath growing warmer. Pressing as close as he can.]
You can let go.
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There's a mess, is the first thought that he manages to catch hold of long enough to properly think it. Then, it's how much everything seems. Like he can feel every induvidual thread of the sheets below them, every line of Alucard's palm. He stares at Alucard for a little while before realising that he can actually see him and smiling in a soft, slightly loopy way. ]
Adrian.
[ He repeats it softly, adoring. ]
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Oh that face is a lot.
Alucard watches as Trevor's face releases everything. Notes how every inch of him moves, how the sound makes the motion even more wonderful.
It's so much to behold. So intimate. And that's the only thought Alucard can manage as Trevor relaxes. His hand leaves Trevor's cock, now sticky, and wipes it on the sheets for now.
His other hand moves so he can undo the rope around Trevor's wrists. It takes effort but...there. Done.]
Yes?
[He asks it softly and so full of love.]