[ Trevor may not always be one to take a hint right away, but when Alucard asks him to the bed for "killing time", he has a pretty good idea what that means and so, of course he comes to join him.
It takes him a bit to make his way there but, miraculously, he does show and no, not smelling of stink and sweat or covered in any sort of dirt from outside; he'd been doing a bit of clearing around the Hold... and castle. He's removing his gloves when he makes his way into the room and when he catches sight of the blond draped across the sofa in that... well, Trevor just can't help but stop and stare because... what else does one do when greeted like that?
He smiles, perhaps a it sheepishly and with a shake of his head and teeth dragging over his lower lip, he can't help but chuckle then as he makes his way into the room. ]
You know, when you said you wanted to kill some time together, I'm starting to wonder if you actually meant kill me.
[ Because with how Alucard is dressed? Might as well put a stake through his own heart. Jesus. ]
[A little of the self-consciousness slips away at that, replaced instead by a thin and knowing smile. This was a good idea.]
Well if that's going to happen, I'd rather you be on top of me for it instead of just standing there.
[Delicate vampire nostrils? Those detect no stink on Trevor which feels like a bit of a blessing in and of itself. Just some cleaner and his natural Belmont-y musk.]
[ He sees your cheeky little use of innuendo there, blondie, and no, he's not about to object to that. What a damn fool he'd be to do such a thing, honestly.
Gloves tossed aside, boots scuff themselves against the flooring of the room as he makes his way over to the couch and stops before it, a smile on his lips. ]
If I didn't know any better, I'd say you planned this.
No Belmont, I lounge around the castle all day dressed like this for my own pleasure and amusement.
[He wants to scowl, but the most he can manage is an eyeroll. One of Aluard's hands reaches over, and there's an absolute grab at the fabric of Trevor's shirt.]
[ Teasing, he lets himself get pulled by the shirt and drops himself down atop the dhampir, knee pressing into the cushion of the couch. A grin on his face, he lets the tips of his fingers roam over the front of this... contraption... clothing. ]
Where'd you get this anyway? You sure as hell weren't sleeping in it.
Well if that gives you something to think about when you're away next, I won't stop you.
[He's absolutely smug after saying that, which maybe he shouldn't be in this position. But there. Trevor is exactly where he should be, and Alucard's pleased enough.
It's all cool skin under Trevor's fingertips, interrupted by the black lace draped across Alucard's chest that mostly seems to exist to frame his chest. The blazer itself is an all too fine material (not silk, Alucard isn't that indulgent), soft and just a hair warmer than the dhampir.]</small
That's a secret for me to carry.
[ Sulky bastard, cheeky bastard. He's used to this by now but that doesn't mean he doesn't give a bit of a snort at that reply. ]
Or you could continue to be nice and just tell me...
[ But even as he asks, he expects no real reply and instead, leans himself in, tips of his fingers tugging at the front of it, slipping in close... and stealing a kiss from those lips. ]
What difference does it make? Looking for a version you can wear?
[This is in fact just about right for their level of normal. Why be romantic when you can lovingly jab at each other instead?
All the same, it's damn nice when Trevor finally kisses him. There's no hesitation in the fact Alucard makes damn sure he chases after those lips when Trevor pulls away, leaning up and further against his hand.]
I don't know whether to be worried or flattered that you'd think I would look good in something like this.
[ Because no, no. This definitely has Alucard written all over it and NOT Trevor Belmont. But the chase of those lips is appreciated and Trevor hums with a smile, fingers blindly running over the front of everything. ]
M'would be a shame to rip this off you.
[ And ruin such... fine needlework and all that. ]
[It's said with a smirk, one that remains there as Trevor's fingers start to feel at both the fabric and the skin underneath. The contrast is the point. How it frames Alucard's chest is also the point, and his smirk remains.]
You're supposed to enjoy it a little bit more before proceeding to that step.
I didn't know you wearing this came with a time limit.
[ Said with a bit of a huff albeit playful in nature before he leans in to press one, two, three slow kisses along the dhampir's neck, a hand allowing the tips of his fingers to still slowly roam over the front of it all. ]
Sounds like bullshit if you ask me.
[ And, pulling back a bit to look down to the blond. ]
Besides, I think you look better with nothing at all on.
[He laughs softly, angling his neck so that there's more of it to kiss. If nothing else is true about Alucard, he adores attention to his neck to a ridiculous degree. All those kisses come with a soft, pleased hum.]
I could turn that statement right around at you in return.
[ So he might not have skin so pale it sparkles in the moonlight like blondie here has, but he's glad to know that his rugged sort of appeal is both adored and desired by the dhampir since, let's be real here, Alucard is probably the better one between them to get away with wearing something like that. Not to say that Trevor himself can't wear leathers and chains and let his own tiddies show, just, you know, he likes how Alucard looks in all that sort of stuff. Or this. This is pretty nice, too.
So those words, much as they get a chuckle out of him, have Trevor hum along the expanse of Alucard's neck as he makes his way up to nip at his jaw. ]
I could turn something else around, too.
[ That something being you, Alucard, which he teases the thought of doing with hands coming down to firmly grip those slender hips. ]
You've never seen yourself taking it from behind, so how would you know?
[ Not at all ashamed to put that out there, he turns his head just enough to let lips brush over those fingers at his jaw... while fingers gingerly work their way on helping Alucard out of all of that that he's got on. ]
But you do strike me as the romantic type.
[ Words he mumbles as he begins to undo the front of that... jacket. ]
My face just that handsome you can't get enough of it?
Because I get to see you in that position, and I know it's much better.
[He laughs, a little smug. A smugness that fades when Trevor's lips touch his fingers. He does keep the tips of his fingers against Trevor's lips. Hoping he'll take the hint.]
Correct on both accounts, you'll find.
[The jacket fastens with only a button, but it just reveals the path of the lace that traces over Alucard's chest. It's a simple enough configuration, framing more of Alucard's torso.]
[ He lets those fingers linger near his lips and even comes to kiss them a few more times before gently nibbling at the tips of them, letting his tongue brush over cool flesh that cheekily dips between his lips. ]
Well, that depends.
[ To which he gives pause long enough to begin helping the dhampir out of those pants. ]
Did you want something nice and sweet or want to be bent over and fucked like an animal? [ Which- ] And don't make some jackass remark about me fucking animals. Asshole.
[ Yet he still wears a smile even as he says that. ]
You know, a comment like that makes me want to just flip you over and take care of any animal commentary myself.
[It's said with a laugh, impossibly soft as Alucard's other hand moves down, resting atop Trevor's. It's all well and good to focus on getting rid of the trousers, but it's more important to just take advantage of holding onto the Belmont. Feeling warm skin against cool. Basking in the moment.]
But I'd rather something romantic. And without having to take my eyes off you.
[ Yep. He's not the least bit surprised that's what Alucard wants. Not that he's COMPLAINING or anything. It's fine and, truth be told, it's... nice. To be slow and gentle. To take his time and drink up every last drop of the blond on his tongue. Just, you know, always putting that offer out there for something a little more... adventurous.
God, he's been around Sypha too long, hasn't he? ]
We both know that wouldn't happen since my reflexes are that of a cat.
[ So there, basically.
But the trousers come off and Trevor lets a hand smooth along the inside of a pale thigh, ducking down just enough to press an open-mouthed kiss or two along the blond's neck. ]
[There is time for adventurous it just isn't tonight. Or this round at least, because there's always time for that later. For now there is just an honest to God wistful sigh as lips meet Alucard's neck, and his hands reach up to tangle in Trevor's hair.]
Bed. More room to move.
[He grins, tugging at Trevor's hair a little. All the better to catch his lips again and try to hold him there for a longer kiss.]
[ Especially if he wants it slow and sweet. The couch is better for... you know, animal fucking. Not... actual animal fucking but fucking like animals and... yeah, he's just going to stop thinking right there.
So, pulling back after stealing a quick kiss from those lips, he wobbles off both the blond and the couch, catches his footing, and leans down to scoop up Alucard into his arms... which ensures a bit more wobbling and eventually just sort of spinning onto the bed once he get them there. Dropping Alucard down to it. Boots are kicked off, the front of his own pants unfastened and all, and he crawls his way up onto the bed to slowly and happily steal a kiss from the blond's lips. ]
I'm not a Belmont, but sometimes I have a head for strategy.
[And this? This is exactly what he wanted. To wear something far too revealing and ridiculous, and to be scooped right off that sofa and taken to bed. Clumsy was fine. Far more endearing if he's to be honest, and he knows that that's important too. That they just wobble and flop and Trevor take his boots off and then they're just there.
His one hand goes to Trevor's hips, using that as leverage to pull himself in close. The other rests on to of Trevor's chest, thumb stroking in the spot where Trevor's chest muscles meet.]
[ The sound that leaves his lips at Alucard's words is that of amusement spilling through a chuckle and he breaks the kiss to instead let lips lazily trail across the blond's jaw, humming as he does so. ]
Mmmm guess not. Was just curious, really.
[ And he's also curious about just how much the dhampir wants this right now. So, slotting himself nice and tight between those slender legs Alucard's got, he hums as he grinds against him, head burying into the crook of his neck as his own arousal brushes over Alucard's. ]
You're not going to end up clawing my back this time, are you?
[That's all the reason Trevor's getting. It's the honest truth anyway. He hasn't snatched much alone time with either of them lately, and that is a matter that ought to be fixed. Is easily fixed with just a little effort, and so here they are. Exactly where Alucard wanted to be.
There's a lot more Alucard wants though. The hand against Trevor's chest flattens into a palm, ready to push just a moment. Roll them over so that Alucard can properly kiss at Trevor's chest. Over every scar there, taking the time and consideration for every movement.
But for now it's enough to tangle their legs further, and for Alucard to angle his head just so, allowing Trevor to put as much face to the dhampir's neck as he likes.]
[ This happens with them usually. The moving about. Especially when Trevor falls into the blond so effortlessly without even realizing it. Perhaps the enthrall of a vampire's charms? Or just the fact that it's Alucard and despite his being an annoying little shit at times, he cares for him. A great deal. Just as he does Sypha.
So when they end up moving and Trevor rolls onto his back, he hums with a grin on his lips, hands stroking along the blond's arms as he tilts his head back a bit then and looks up to him with those blue eyes of his ]
You want to be on top?
[ He cocks his head, letting his eyes roam over pale skin and the tips of his fingers trace along the lace of Alucard's attire. ]
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It takes him a bit to make his way there but, miraculously, he does show and no, not smelling of stink and sweat or covered in any sort of dirt from outside; he'd been doing a bit of clearing around the Hold... and castle. He's removing his gloves when he makes his way into the room and when he catches sight of the blond draped across the sofa in that... well, Trevor just can't help but stop and stare because... what else does one do when greeted like that?
He smiles, perhaps a it sheepishly and with a shake of his head and teeth dragging over his lower lip, he can't help but chuckle then as he makes his way into the room. ]
You know, when you said you wanted to kill some time together, I'm starting to wonder if you actually meant kill me.
[ Because with how Alucard is dressed? Might as well put a stake through his own heart. Jesus. ]
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[A little of the self-consciousness slips away at that, replaced instead by a thin and knowing smile. This was a good idea.]
Well if that's going to happen, I'd rather you be on top of me for it instead of just standing there.
[Delicate vampire nostrils? Those detect no stink on Trevor which feels like a bit of a blessing in and of itself. Just some cleaner and his natural Belmont-y musk.]
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[ He sees your cheeky little use of innuendo there, blondie, and no, he's not about to object to that. What a damn fool he'd be to do such a thing, honestly.
Gloves tossed aside, boots scuff themselves against the flooring of the room as he makes his way over to the couch and stops before it, a smile on his lips. ]
If I didn't know any better, I'd say you planned this.
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[He wants to scowl, but the most he can manage is an eyeroll. One of Aluard's hands reaches over, and there's an absolute grab at the fabric of Trevor's shirt.]
Don't be rude when I'm trying to be nice.
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[ Teasing, he lets himself get pulled by the shirt and drops himself down atop the dhampir, knee pressing into the cushion of the couch. A grin on his face, he lets the tips of his fingers roam over the front of this... contraption... clothing. ]
Where'd you get this anyway? You sure as hell weren't sleeping in it.
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[He's absolutely smug after saying that, which maybe he shouldn't be in this position. But there. Trevor is exactly where he should be, and Alucard's pleased enough.
It's all cool skin under Trevor's fingertips, interrupted by the black lace draped across Alucard's chest that mostly seems to exist to frame his chest. The blazer itself is an all too fine material (not silk, Alucard isn't that indulgent), soft and just a hair warmer than the dhampir.]</small That's a secret for me to carry.
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Or you could continue to be nice and just tell me...
[ But even as he asks, he expects no real reply and instead, leans himself in, tips of his fingers tugging at the front of it, slipping in close... and stealing a kiss from those lips. ]
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[This is in fact just about right for their level of normal. Why be romantic when you can lovingly jab at each other instead?
All the same, it's damn nice when Trevor finally kisses him. There's no hesitation in the fact Alucard makes damn sure he chases after those lips when Trevor pulls away, leaning up and further against his hand.]
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[ Because no, no. This definitely has Alucard written all over it and NOT Trevor Belmont. But the chase of those lips is appreciated and Trevor hums with a smile, fingers blindly running over the front of everything. ]
M'would be a shame to rip this off you.
[ And ruin such... fine needlework and all that. ]
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[It's said with a smirk, one that remains there as Trevor's fingers start to feel at both the fabric and the skin underneath. The contrast is the point. How it frames Alucard's chest is also the point, and his smirk remains.]
You're supposed to enjoy it a little bit more before proceeding to that step.
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[ Said with a bit of a huff albeit playful in nature before he leans in to press one, two, three slow kisses along the dhampir's neck, a hand allowing the tips of his fingers to still slowly roam over the front of it all. ]
Sounds like bullshit if you ask me.
[ And, pulling back a bit to look down to the blond. ]
Besides, I think you look better with nothing at all on.
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[He laughs softly, angling his neck so that there's more of it to kiss. If nothing else is true about Alucard, he adores attention to his neck to a ridiculous degree. All those kisses come with a soft, pleased hum.]
I could turn that statement right around at you in return.
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So those words, much as they get a chuckle out of him, have Trevor hum along the expanse of Alucard's neck as he makes his way up to nip at his jaw. ]
I could turn something else around, too.
[ That something being you, Alucard, which he teases the thought of doing with hands coming down to firmly grip those slender hips. ]
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[Is he smirking? About that specific joke? He seems to be, and for all the world, Alucard looks rather proud for making it too.
He reaches out one hand, placing it along side Trevor's jaw. Fingers stroking along it, enjoying being able to just touch.]
Plus the view isn't as nice.
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[ Not at all ashamed to put that out there, he turns his head just enough to let lips brush over those fingers at his jaw... while fingers gingerly work their way on helping Alucard out of all of that that he's got on. ]
But you do strike me as the romantic type.
[ Words he mumbles as he begins to undo the front of that... jacket. ]
My face just that handsome you can't get enough of it?
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[He laughs, a little smug. A smugness that fades when Trevor's lips touch his fingers. He does keep the tips of his fingers against Trevor's lips. Hoping he'll take the hint.]
Correct on both accounts, you'll find.
[The jacket fastens with only a button, but it just reveals the path of the lace that traces over Alucard's chest. It's a simple enough configuration, framing more of Alucard's torso.]
What are you going to do about it?
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Well, that depends.
[ To which he gives pause long enough to begin helping the dhampir out of those pants. ]
Did you want something nice and sweet or want to be bent over and fucked like an animal? [ Which- ] And don't make some jackass remark about me fucking animals. Asshole.
[ Yet he still wears a smile even as he says that. ]
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[It's said with a laugh, impossibly soft as Alucard's other hand moves down, resting atop Trevor's. It's all well and good to focus on getting rid of the trousers, but it's more important to just take advantage of holding onto the Belmont. Feeling warm skin against cool. Basking in the moment.]
But I'd rather something romantic. And without having to take my eyes off you.
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God, he's been around Sypha too long, hasn't he? ]
We both know that wouldn't happen since my reflexes are that of a cat.
[ So there, basically.
But the trousers come off and Trevor lets a hand smooth along the inside of a pale thigh, ducking down just enough to press an open-mouthed kiss or two along the blond's neck. ]
You want it right here on the couch?
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Bed. More room to move.
[He grins, tugging at Trevor's hair a little. All the better to catch his lips again and try to hold him there for a longer kiss.]
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[ Especially if he wants it slow and sweet. The couch is better for... you know, animal fucking. Not... actual animal fucking but fucking like animals and... yeah, he's just going to stop thinking right there.
So, pulling back after stealing a quick kiss from those lips, he wobbles off both the blond and the couch, catches his footing, and leans down to scoop up Alucard into his arms... which ensures a bit more wobbling and eventually just sort of spinning onto the bed once he get them there. Dropping Alucard down to it. Boots are kicked off, the front of his own pants unfastened and all, and he crawls his way up onto the bed to slowly and happily steal a kiss from the blond's lips. ]
What's got you in such a mood for this?
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[And this? This is exactly what he wanted. To wear something far too revealing and ridiculous, and to be scooped right off that sofa and taken to bed. Clumsy was fine. Far more endearing if he's to be honest, and he knows that that's important too. That they just wobble and flop and Trevor take his boots off and then they're just there.
His one hand goes to Trevor's hips, using that as leverage to pull himself in close. The other rests on to of Trevor's chest, thumb stroking in the spot where Trevor's chest muscles meet.]
I need a reason?
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Mmmm guess not. Was just curious, really.
[ And he's also curious about just how much the dhampir wants this right now. So, slotting himself nice and tight between those slender legs Alucard's got, he hums as he grinds against him, head burying into the crook of his neck as his own arousal brushes over Alucard's. ]
You're not going to end up clawing my back this time, are you?
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[That's all the reason Trevor's getting. It's the honest truth anyway. He hasn't snatched much alone time with either of them lately, and that is a matter that ought to be fixed. Is easily fixed with just a little effort, and so here they are. Exactly where Alucard wanted to be.
There's a lot more Alucard wants though. The hand against Trevor's chest flattens into a palm, ready to push just a moment. Roll them over so that Alucard can properly kiss at Trevor's chest. Over every scar there, taking the time and consideration for every movement.
But for now it's enough to tangle their legs further, and for Alucard to angle his head just so, allowing Trevor to put as much face to the dhampir's neck as he likes.]
No promises. But I'll try.
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So when they end up moving and Trevor rolls onto his back, he hums with a grin on his lips, hands stroking along the blond's arms as he tilts his head back a bit then and looks up to him with those blue eyes of his ]
You want to be on top?
[ He cocks his head, letting his eyes roam over pale skin and the tips of his fingers trace along the lace of Alucard's attire. ]
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