[ Yes. Yes, it was. Alucard's just more perceptive than Trevor is, at least when properly motivated. He lifts Alucard's hand up to his face, holding it against his cheek, kissing at the base of his palm. ]
I do. More than anything but her.
[ He leans into Alucard's hand, cool to the touch but all warmth. ]
[Trevor's affection is through action most days, not words. It is a language Alucard has become fluent in, just as he speaks a bastard mix of Ottoman, Greek, and sometimes Latin in order to survive outside of Wallachia. A language with a high entry level, but so easy to comprehend once you're immersed in it.
Cool skin against warm hand, Alucard sighs.]
You've planned. And it is taking so much self control not to tug at your hair and demand you get up here and embrace me fully.
I have. And hate to inform you, but that plan doesn't involve being in any kind of fucking hurry.
[ He holds his face there for a few seconds against Alucard's hand. Lets its warmth sink in to him. And then he moves again, nudging the sleeve up with his lips to kiss at his wrist. He can feel Alucard's pulse on his lips.
It's tempting. Maybe as recently as a few months ago he wouldn't have trusted himself with it. Been determined that he needed to avoid things like this, to keep himself from being a monster. He does now. It's a slower process than learning to trust the two of them, trusting himself, but he's slowly managing it. ]
Maybe you ought to practice that 'patience' you keep telling us about.
[Alucard's words are impossibly warm, even if this is a soft prodding at well. All of this, along with and especially including his own density and inability to pick up on what Trevor had planned.
The kiss to his wrist gets a swept up sigh. This is romantic in a very very old fashioned feeling of the word.]
Smartass. If I was truly impatient I'd just rub my fingers down your spine.
[ He starts trying to trail kisses up Alucard's arm, but there's a shirt in the way and he can only push the sleeve up so far. Sypha's looser sleeves were far more compatible with this. He kisses over it instead, and the texture of cloth between his lips and Alucard's warm skin is new and not unpleasant. He gets to the inside of his elbow before he reaches the point at which he actually needs to move a little closer ]
You can, if you like. But you won't find out what I was going to do.
[He was kidding? But joke's on him, now Alucard is red faced and a little bit more delighted by the prospect of what's transpiring here and now.
ANd oh. Oh it's so much with the movement of fabric. It's kissing through the veil, rubbing soft circles over his skin and making him want more than he can possibly have.]
[ Possessiveness is- fraught, sometimes. Much as he would like to graze his teeth over Alucard's neck and whisper mine into his ear, it's something he's careful with. Possessiveness turns him into a thing to be possessed, after all.
But if Alucard is the one saying it? The least he can do is agree. He moves forward slowly on his knees, crawling closer until he's nestled between Alucard's legs at the edge of the bed, close enough to kiss the rest of the way up his arm. If he stretches as tall as he can without floating, knelt down by this, his mouth can just about reach collarbone. So he kisses along that once he gets high enough. One hand still holds the one that he drank from, thumb now stroking over the wrist where his mouth was a moment ago. The other comes to rest against Alucard's hip, mostly to keep his balance without needing to float.
But also to slowly sneak his fingertips under his shirt, until they settle against bare skin just above the waistline of his trousers. ]
[It's warm and teasing, but mostly warm. Alucard was the easier one to romance, but the harder to truly embrace romantically. To actually lose himself in a moment of passion or affection? It was a struggle. He was always too alert. Too tense. Finding it impossible to relax because for so long every fiber of his being knew that the other shoe would drop. Something would be stolen or demanded or else, and his vulnerability would be a wonderful weakness to exploit.
But this is home. This is his boyfriend, who has proven time and again that won't happen. This is a moment that he's planned to remind Alucard of that fact, and what else can the alchemist do but let him?
It's unfair that he can't truly indulge Trevor's spine. But he can run his hand up and down Trevor's shoulder to his neck and down again, murmuring soft noises of happiness the whole while. With Trevor as close as he is, Alucard's legs wrap around him, holding the Belmont fast.]
[ There was less teasing with Sypha. Less of this sort of teasing, anyway. More of a mutual discovery of fondness for very specific things, followed by both of them indulging the other entirely and an unspoken vow that neither of them could use this as ammunition in their squabbles. It had been more passionate and less careful.
This was never going to go the same as that. They’re different. The both of them are perfect but they’re different sorts of perfect.
He chuckles when Alucard’s legs wrap around him, letting him pull their bodies together. ]
[Silences unnerve Alucard in these moments, and that's because his brain is still searching for things to do to Trevor. It isn't the point this time, Trevor isn't the point. Being the focus of so much affection is overwhelming, and Alucard? He's still not the best at sitting and just taking it.]
Exactly this. I wouldn’t have you change a single fucking thing.
[ He makes no effort to move the skirt, not yet, instead kissing over it once he runs out of exposed skin as he moves downward. There’s maybe less flesh here, at Alucard’s chest, than there had been before they left to go be hungry for a few months.
Ah well. ]
This - you - is what I want. Exactly as you are. Overeager and in a hurry and bad at catching hints and all.
What part of vanishing into the bedroom for an entire day was a bad hint?
[ He moves to one side, leaving a trail of tiny kisses over Alucard’s chest. ]
Right now? Right now I’m thinking here.
[ And he presses his lips against a nipple, squeezing it softly between them as he kisses and lapping at it with his tongue, leaving a tiny patch of dampness on Alucard’s shirt. ]
The part where I had books to read and you know how I get?
[Chest. The chest is an interesting place on Alucard, often the best indicator of his health. He's a naturally skinny thing, and his health shows most clearly there. It's combined with scars earned over the years, some from random attacks, others the times he had to be a vet for pay and not all patients were the best behaved.
Alucard leans over again so he can at least plant a few more kisses to the top of Trevor's head. They're well timed with the sudden dampness to Alucard's shirt, and oOh yes. Those are nipples quickly hardening.]
[ The texture of cloth is an interesting thing in itself, all nicely arranged fibres where there should be a mess of lines over skin. Just slightly rough. It makes a quiet noise against his front teeth when he very carefully scrapes them against the raised nipple. Feels still-dry and a little scratchy when he draws his tongue over it again. ]
Maybe next time, we can just tell you how many times she made that cute little squeaking noise and let you know that you’re next. Would that be clear enough?
[Alucard can bear that. What he can't bear is how he shudders when Trevor's tongue returns to his nipple, cool to the touch and making the thing perk just a little bit more. He likes that, and he tugs at Trevor's hair to try and ensure the other nipple gets the same treatment.]
So that’s how obvious we need to make it to get you to pay attention.
[ Which is a no, he doesn’t get to live this down.
He takes his time moving between the nipples. Kisses slowly across Alucard’s chest. He can feel most of those scars through the cloth of the shirt with his senses sharpened by the blood, and he traces over them instead of making any attempt to be anything but slow and deliberate. ]
The thing where her feet curl up, too. She does that if you-
[ He takes the other nipple between his lips, firmly enough to squeeze it just a little, and rolls it between them.
And yes, he is attempting to do dirty talk about how cute their girlfriend is. ]
[He's doomed. Doomed to never live this down, and doomed to let out a soft, sharp little gasp as Trevor takes his time. Alucard has never quite asked what it's like having Trevor's senses. In point of fact, he'd probably recoil from thinking about the kind of sensory overload that it involves.
But here and now, with Trevor's hands moving over all that scar tissue? He feels lulled and softened into not thinking about that. Into focusing only on sensation, and then whimpering just a little at the sheer thrill of it all. His legs squeeze tighter around Trevor.]
[ Oh, that soft little whimper. He’s not always lucky enough to hear it, but it’s always so delightful. He can feel the sound of it inside him, when he’s like this. Can feel his own heart beat twice as hard with pride. He did this. He dragged Alucard out of his own head and into his own body.
He kisses back upward. Back to the collarbone. And then, straining his neck and taking advantage of Alucard being bent slightly, just a little further. ]
Mmn. I think I want to kiss here now. [ He brushes his lips against Alucard’s throat. It’s a place where he tends to be careful, but he managed before with Sypha. Maybe he can manage again. His hand, he uses to give one last soft pinch to a nipple before returning it to Alucard’s hip and moving it downward this time to stroke against the back of his leg. ]
[She is. Sypha doesn't like letting that side show much, which makes it so much more precious in the moments that she does. But right now isn't about Sypha, and Alucard knows it. Knows it as he feels his own heartbeat start to speed.
He's less edgy about the neck than Sypha is. If Trevor was ever going to take advantage of feeding from there, he'd had done it by now with one or both of them. A kiss is a kiss, and it's so impossibly tender.
With a hand moving to his leg, Alucard extends the one being stroked, uncoiling slowly from around Trevor.]
Yes.
[He nearly whispers it. He could be in a confession booth for how soft and delicate the word is, like it's a profane thing for him to have and he relishes it.]
[ There’s no need to continue that. Alucard knows. One kiss, quick and light. Then another, no more than the first. A soft bite, only with his blunter front teeth, and then kisses and licks to soothe it. He continues to stroke the back of his leg. ]
[Alucard's breathless when blunt teeth graze his neck. There's no tension at the pressure, and a low, happy hum as an all too talented tongue soothes over the spot. Alucard knows Trevor can track his heartbeat like this. That it's all too obvious that every inch of Alucard is lost in this moment.]
[ Maybe later, he'll ask Alucard what they can use to make caps or some sort to put over his fangs, to blunt them in moments like these so that he has to be less aware of their position at all times. So he can poke them harmlessly against his neck to tease. Right now, he knows that that would be a little much even if he's careful.
He can feel Alucard's heart racing, feel it speed and slow with his actions, and that's enchanting. He takes his time, spoiling the side of his neck with attention, never quite letting it get to be truly overwhelming, and until he squeezes the back of his thigh. ]
[There's a low and happy hum that vibrates against Alucard's throat the more and more Trevor's teeth graze against his neck. It's nearly cat-like, and it comes with Alucard's fingers moving up and down his shoulders. All solid muscle and non-scarred skin.]
You have to come with me.
[He's a little dazed. In a good way, and enough to realize he hasn't made the best bad joke.
[ He stands, guiding Alucard back, then follows him to lie down next to him on the bed. Being fully dressed probably isn't sustainable for much longer for either of them, but he likes it for now. ]
Now. What should I do with you?
[ A kiss might be a good start. It's what he does, quick enough to make it clear that the question wasn't rhetorical. ]
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[ Yes. Yes, it was. Alucard's just more perceptive than Trevor is, at least when properly motivated. He lifts Alucard's hand up to his face, holding it against his cheek, kissing at the base of his palm. ]
I do. More than anything but her.
[ He leans into Alucard's hand, cool to the touch but all warmth. ]
I've been looking forward to this for so long.
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[Trevor's affection is through action most days, not words. It is a language Alucard has become fluent in, just as he speaks a bastard mix of Ottoman, Greek, and sometimes Latin in order to survive outside of Wallachia. A language with a high entry level, but so easy to comprehend once you're immersed in it.
Cool skin against warm hand, Alucard sighs.]
You've planned. And it is taking so much self control not to tug at your hair and demand you get up here and embrace me fully.
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[ He holds his face there for a few seconds against Alucard's hand. Lets its warmth sink in to him. And then he moves again, nudging the sleeve up with his lips to kiss at his wrist. He can feel Alucard's pulse on his lips.
It's tempting. Maybe as recently as a few months ago he wouldn't have trusted himself with it. Been determined that he needed to avoid things like this, to keep himself from being a monster. He does now. It's a slower process than learning to trust the two of them, trusting himself, but he's slowly managing it. ]
Maybe you ought to practice that 'patience' you keep telling us about.
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[Alucard's words are impossibly warm, even if this is a soft prodding at well. All of this, along with and especially including his own density and inability to pick up on what Trevor had planned.
The kiss to his wrist gets a swept up sigh. This is romantic in a very very old fashioned feeling of the word.]
Smartass. If I was truly impatient I'd just rub my fingers down your spine.
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[ He starts trying to trail kisses up Alucard's arm, but there's a shirt in the way and he can only push the sleeve up so far. Sypha's looser sleeves were far more compatible with this. He kisses over it instead, and the texture of cloth between his lips and Alucard's warm skin is new and not unpleasant. He gets to the inside of his elbow before he reaches the point at which he actually needs to move a little closer ]
You can, if you like. But you won't find out what I was going to do.
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[He was kidding? But joke's on him, now Alucard is red faced and a little bit more delighted by the prospect of what's transpiring here and now.
ANd oh. Oh it's so much with the movement of fabric. It's kissing through the veil, rubbing soft circles over his skin and making him want more than he can possibly have.]
Then I'm utterly yours.
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[ Possessiveness is- fraught, sometimes. Much as he would like to graze his teeth over Alucard's neck and whisper mine into his ear, it's something he's careful with. Possessiveness turns him into a thing to be possessed, after all.
But if Alucard is the one saying it? The least he can do is agree. He moves forward slowly on his knees, crawling closer until he's nestled between Alucard's legs at the edge of the bed, close enough to kiss the rest of the way up his arm. If he stretches as tall as he can without floating, knelt down by this, his mouth can just about reach collarbone. So he kisses along that once he gets high enough. One hand still holds the one that he drank from, thumb now stroking over the wrist where his mouth was a moment ago. The other comes to rest against Alucard's hip, mostly to keep his balance without needing to float.
But also to slowly sneak his fingertips under his shirt, until they settle against bare skin just above the waistline of his trousers. ]
And I? Am so very fortunate for it.
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[It's warm and teasing, but mostly warm. Alucard was the easier one to romance, but the harder to truly embrace romantically. To actually lose himself in a moment of passion or affection? It was a struggle. He was always too alert. Too tense. Finding it impossible to relax because for so long every fiber of his being knew that the other shoe would drop. Something would be stolen or demanded or else, and his vulnerability would be a wonderful weakness to exploit.
But this is home. This is his boyfriend, who has proven time and again that won't happen. This is a moment that he's planned to remind Alucard of that fact, and what else can the alchemist do but let him?
It's unfair that he can't truly indulge Trevor's spine. But he can run his hand up and down Trevor's shoulder to his neck and down again, murmuring soft noises of happiness the whole while. With Trevor as close as he is, Alucard's legs wrap around him, holding the Belmont fast.]
You're very pretty tonight.
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[ There was less teasing with Sypha. Less of this sort of teasing, anyway. More of a mutual discovery of fondness for very specific things, followed by both of them indulging the other entirely and an unspoken vow that neither of them could use this as ammunition in their squabbles. It had been more passionate and less careful.
This was never going to go the same as that. They’re different. The both of them are perfect but they’re different sorts of perfect.
He chuckles when Alucard’s legs wrap around him, letting him pull their bodies together. ]
Eager, aren’t you?
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[Silences unnerve Alucard in these moments, and that's because his brain is still searching for things to do to Trevor. It isn't the point this time, Trevor isn't the point. Being the focus of so much affection is overwhelming, and Alucard? He's still not the best at sitting and just taking it.]
What else would you have me do?
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[ He makes no effort to move the skirt, not yet, instead kissing over it once he runs out of exposed skin as he moves downward. There’s maybe less flesh here, at Alucard’s chest, than there had been before they left to go be hungry for a few months.
Ah well. ]
This - you - is what I want. Exactly as you are. Overeager and in a hurry and bad at catching hints and all.
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[He'd pout under normal circumstances, but it's impossible. Not with the way Trevor is looking at him. Not with where Trevor is kissing.]
What part of me do you want to kiss the most?
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[ He moves to one side, leaving a trail of tiny kisses over Alucard’s chest. ]
Right now? Right now I’m thinking here.
[ And he presses his lips against a nipple, squeezing it softly between them as he kisses and lapping at it with his tongue, leaving a tiny patch of dampness on Alucard’s shirt. ]
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[Chest. The chest is an interesting place on Alucard, often the best indicator of his health. He's a naturally skinny thing, and his health shows most clearly there. It's combined with scars earned over the years, some from random attacks, others the times he had to be a vet for pay and not all patients were the best behaved.
Alucard leans over again so he can at least plant a few more kisses to the top of Trevor's head. They're well timed with the sudden dampness to Alucard's shirt, and oOh yes. Those are nipples quickly hardening.]
Again.
[That felt good.]
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[ The texture of cloth is an interesting thing in itself, all nicely arranged fibres where there should be a mess of lines over skin. Just slightly rough. It makes a quiet noise against his front teeth when he very carefully scrapes them against the raised nipple. Feels still-dry and a little scratchy when he draws his tongue over it again. ]
Maybe next time, we can just tell you how many times she made that cute little squeaking noise and let you know that you’re next. Would that be clear enough?
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[Alucard can bear that. What he can't bear is how he shudders when Trevor's tongue returns to his nipple, cool to the touch and making the thing perk just a little bit more. He likes that, and he tugs at Trevor's hair to try and ensure the other nipple gets the same treatment.]
That would be. Those are the cutest squeaks.
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[ Which is a no, he doesn’t get to live this down.
He takes his time moving between the nipples. Kisses slowly across Alucard’s chest. He can feel most of those scars through the cloth of the shirt with his senses sharpened by the blood, and he traces over them instead of making any attempt to be anything but slow and deliberate. ]
The thing where her feet curl up, too. She does that if you-
[ He takes the other nipple between his lips, firmly enough to squeeze it just a little, and rolls it between them.
And yes, he is attempting to do dirty talk about how cute their girlfriend is. ]
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But here and now, with Trevor's hands moving over all that scar tissue? He feels lulled and softened into not thinking about that. Into focusing only on sensation, and then whimpering just a little at the sheer thrill of it all. His legs squeeze tighter around Trevor.]
Not unlike that?
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[ Oh, that soft little whimper. He’s not always lucky enough to hear it, but it’s always so delightful. He can feel the sound of it inside him, when he’s like this. Can feel his own heart beat twice as hard with pride. He did this. He dragged Alucard out of his own head and into his own body.
He kisses back upward. Back to the collarbone. And then, straining his neck and taking advantage of Alucard being bent slightly, just a little further. ]
Mmn. I think I want to kiss here now. [ He brushes his lips against Alucard’s throat. It’s a place where he tends to be careful, but he managed before with Sypha. Maybe he can manage again. His hand, he uses to give one last soft pinch to a nipple before returning it to Alucard’s hip and moving it downward this time to stroke against the back of his leg. ]
Doyou trust me?
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[She is. Sypha doesn't like letting that side show much, which makes it so much more precious in the moments that she does. But right now isn't about Sypha, and Alucard knows it. Knows it as he feels his own heartbeat start to speed.
He's less edgy about the neck than Sypha is. If Trevor was ever going to take advantage of feeding from there, he'd had done it by now with one or both of them. A kiss is a kiss, and it's so impossibly tender.
With a hand moving to his leg, Alucard extends the one being stroked, uncoiling slowly from around Trevor.]
Yes.
[He nearly whispers it. He could be in a confession booth for how soft and delicate the word is, like it's a profane thing for him to have and he relishes it.]
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[ There’s no need to continue that. Alucard knows. One kiss, quick and light. Then another, no more than the first. A soft bite, only with his blunter front teeth, and then kisses and licks to soothe it. He continues to stroke the back of his leg. ]
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[Alucard's breathless when blunt teeth graze his neck. There's no tension at the pressure, and a low, happy hum as an all too talented tongue soothes over the spot. Alucard knows Trevor can track his heartbeat like this. That it's all too obvious that every inch of Alucard is lost in this moment.]
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He can feel Alucard's heart racing, feel it speed and slow with his actions, and that's enchanting. He takes his time, spoiling the side of his neck with attention, never quite letting it get to be truly overwhelming, and until he squeezes the back of his thigh. ]
Lie back for me?
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You have to come with me.
[He's a little dazed. In a good way, and enough to realize he hasn't made the best bad joke.
Slowly, so slowly, Alucard starts to lie back.]
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[ He stands, guiding Alucard back, then follows him to lie down next to him on the bed. Being fully dressed probably isn't sustainable for much longer for either of them, but he likes it for now. ]
Now. What should I do with you?
[ A kiss might be a good start. It's what he does, quick enough to make it clear that the question wasn't rhetorical. ]
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