[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. ]
[Alucard's hair fans out behind him, a wave of glorious gold that stands in contrast against the sheets. His face is flushed, and oh, there are such wonderful bruises starting to form on his neck from all of Trevor's hard work.
That kiss? That isn't enough. Alucard's hand grabs onto the fabric of Trevor's shirt, tugging with more than just a little neediness.]
Kiss me.
[He had been hesitant with kissing for a very long time. It was a potential distraction in his experience.]
[ He's gentle at first, letting Alucard dictate the force of the kiss by pulling him in. He has to be careful with the humans, lest the phrase i>crushing intensity become a little more literal than is ideal. But by the time he breaks the kiss it is still a very apt phrase. They've done this enough now for him to know that with this much pressure, Alucard's lips will be just slightly swollen when he pulls away. A little more sensitive, probably, to even smaller, softer kisses.
It's hard not to appreciate the way that their bodies are never static. They flush more easily than him. They bruise. It's terrifying sometimes, but there's a thrill to it as well. If he's careful, it can be just another way of responding to touch.
His tongue touches Alucard's softly, even as his lips press hard against his. Asking permission. ]
[He does. And for all that Trevor clearly has plans for the evening, it is so very nice to have a few moments of control. Both of his arms wrap around Trevor, making sure he's close. Sharing his warmth with the dhampir, because he always runs so cold.
Somewhere in all of this, Alucard's legs entangle with Trevors to hold him closer. Then Trevor's tongue brushes over his, and the question becomes obvious.
The yes is whispered against Trevor's lips, and Alucard's mouth opens with a practiced slowness to make everything just that much more. It's probably no secret that he could just be like this forever. The two of them, soft and tangled up, kissing and content.]
[ His tongue strokes over Alucard's, exploring just a little. Mapping out a warm mouth and blunt teeth. His hands do likewise, stroking over Alucard's body. Up his sides, along his back, over his hips and thighs. ]
Every last fucking part of you is so lovely. How am I meant to choose?
[ The breathlessness when he breaks away from the kiss lends his voice a new quality, low and conspiratorial. The kind of thing that he might attempt to imitate if he were deliberately trying to be sultry and fail. It's a rhetorical question. Because he isn't meant to choose. Alucard is. ]
Tell me where I should touch, to make you feel good.
[Alucard's tongue responds in kind, moving no faster than Trevor's. Letting it explore, wanting it to. All of it is want right now, with no fear hiding behind it. The feeling is divine, and already his body is singing because of it.
He should make some kind of remark about how Trevor had this all planned, didn't he? But Alucard doesn't. There's nothing more than a sigh of contentment as his hands come to rest on either side of Trevor's neck, then down his shoulders.]
My chest. You can always lean up and kiss my lips if you're there.
That? [ He kisses Alucard. It's quick, experimental, trying to get a sense for how much the previous kiss has bruised his lips. How sensitive they'll be to more. ] Is an excellent point.
[ And then, he moves downward.
He doesn't remove Alucard's shirt, just pulls it upward. Just enough to reveal the lower few far-too-visible ribs at first, so that he can kiss each one. Nudging the shirt up further with his lips as he goes. With it gone, there's nothing keeping his stubble from grazing over Alucard's ribs. ]
You got bony again, didn't you? [ It's the wrong time to be critical, though, and so instead he moves back down for a moment. Another kiss over each rib. A short pause to bury his face in Alucard's torso, chuckling in delight. ] Still lovely. Just wish there were more of you.
I know. [He's soft instead of smug when he says it. That and the little hiss shows how far gone and how gently bruised he is. He's not overloaded. Just sensitive enough. Just delighted enough.
His hands go for Trevor's hair automatically once he moves downward. Instinct. Needing to hold onto something and knowing the sheets are a poor substitute. As warm and lovely as they are, Trevor's fine hair and slowly warming body are much more important.
Early on, he'd go still when Trevor kissed at his lower chest. It was a reminder of circumstances, and Alucard was certain that it made Trevor worry and killed the mood. Now? Now they can comment on it and nothing more, and--
--Oh. The moment Trevor's face just mushes into him, Alucard's gone. He doesn't know why beyond how affectionate Trevor's words are. How wonderful they are to hear. How it's just another version of I love you from the dhampir's lips.]
Easier for you to envelope.
[Because he loves that too. Trevor wrapped around him entirely, holding him. Saying stupid shit like this and meaning every word.
[ The words are muffled slightly by Alucard’s skin. Slowly, he raises his head, leaving a trail of kisses and stubble-scratching as he does. It’s taking him a while to reach his destination, with him letting himself get distracted like this along the way.
But that’s fine. Slow and meandering and adoring is the point of this. And so when he finally pulls the shirt up as far as he can, so it’s bunched up at his collarbone, the first thing he does it bury his face in his chest again. Maybe there’ll never be as much give there as there ought to be. Maybe it’ll always be all hard bone and sharp angles. It’s still the most comfortable place in the world. ]
Mmph.
[ He’ll go back to words in a moment or so. For now, just muffled sounds of joy and the occasional tiny kiss. ]
[There's a soft laugh, and oh. It's really the chin stubble that makes it. Adds texture to kiss after kiss, and all Alucard can do is lie back and take in every wonderful moment. That he can? That there's no paranoia to go with it?
That's an awful lot, and he starts to drift, awash in affection. Even when fabric gets all bunched up in one spot. Even when there's a face against all that hard bone.
Nimble fingers thread through Trevor's hair. Trevor can't see it at the moment, but there is such a happy smile on Alucard's face. Small and thin but radiating.
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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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That kiss? That isn't enough. Alucard's hand grabs onto the fabric of Trevor's shirt, tugging with more than just a little neediness.]
Kiss me.
[He had been hesitant with kissing for a very long time. It was a potential distraction in his experience.]
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[ He's gentle at first, letting Alucard dictate the force of the kiss by pulling him in. He has to be careful with the humans, lest the phrase i>crushing intensity become a little more literal than is ideal. But by the time he breaks the kiss it is still a very apt phrase. They've done this enough now for him to know that with this much pressure, Alucard's lips will be just slightly swollen when he pulls away. A little more sensitive, probably, to even smaller, softer kisses.
It's hard not to appreciate the way that their bodies are never static. They flush more easily than him. They bruise. It's terrifying sometimes, but there's a thrill to it as well. If he's careful, it can be just another way of responding to touch.
His tongue touches Alucard's softly, even as his lips press hard against his. Asking permission. ]
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Somewhere in all of this, Alucard's legs entangle with Trevors to hold him closer. Then Trevor's tongue brushes over his, and the question becomes obvious.
The yes is whispered against Trevor's lips, and Alucard's mouth opens with a practiced slowness to make everything just that much more. It's probably no secret that he could just be like this forever. The two of them, soft and tangled up, kissing and content.]
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Every last fucking part of you is so lovely. How am I meant to choose?
[ The breathlessness when he breaks away from the kiss lends his voice a new quality, low and conspiratorial. The kind of thing that he might attempt to imitate if he were deliberately trying to be sultry and fail. It's a rhetorical question. Because he isn't meant to choose. Alucard is. ]
Tell me where I should touch, to make you feel good.
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He should make some kind of remark about how Trevor had this all planned, didn't he? But Alucard doesn't. There's nothing more than a sigh of contentment as his hands come to rest on either side of Trevor's neck, then down his shoulders.]
My chest. You can always lean up and kiss my lips if you're there.
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[ And then, he moves downward.
He doesn't remove Alucard's shirt, just pulls it upward. Just enough to reveal the lower few far-too-visible ribs at first, so that he can kiss each one. Nudging the shirt up further with his lips as he goes. With it gone, there's nothing keeping his stubble from grazing over Alucard's ribs. ]
You got bony again, didn't you? [ It's the wrong time to be critical, though, and so instead he moves back down for a moment. Another kiss over each rib. A short pause to bury his face in Alucard's torso, chuckling in delight. ] Still lovely. Just wish there were more of you.
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His hands go for Trevor's hair automatically once he moves downward. Instinct. Needing to hold onto something and knowing the sheets are a poor substitute. As warm and lovely as they are, Trevor's fine hair and slowly warming body are much more important.
Early on, he'd go still when Trevor kissed at his lower chest. It was a reminder of circumstances, and Alucard was certain that it made Trevor worry and killed the mood. Now? Now they can comment on it and nothing more, and--
--Oh. The moment Trevor's face just mushes into him, Alucard's gone. He doesn't know why beyond how affectionate Trevor's words are. How wonderful they are to hear. How it's just another version of I love you from the dhampir's lips.]
Easier for you to envelope.
[Because he loves that too. Trevor wrapped around him entirely, holding him. Saying stupid shit like this and meaning every word.
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[ The words are muffled slightly by Alucard’s skin. Slowly, he raises his head, leaving a trail of kisses and stubble-scratching as he does. It’s taking him a while to reach his destination, with him letting himself get distracted like this along the way.
But that’s fine. Slow and meandering and adoring is the point of this. And so when he finally pulls the shirt up as far as he can, so it’s bunched up at his collarbone, the first thing he does it bury his face in his chest again. Maybe there’ll never be as much give there as there ought to be. Maybe it’ll always be all hard bone and sharp angles. It’s still the most comfortable place in the world. ]
Mmph.
[ He’ll go back to words in a moment or so. For now, just muffled sounds of joy and the occasional tiny kiss. ]
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[There's a soft laugh, and oh. It's really the chin stubble that makes it. Adds texture to kiss after kiss, and all Alucard can do is lie back and take in every wonderful moment. That he can? That there's no paranoia to go with it?
That's an awful lot, and he starts to drift, awash in affection. Even when fabric gets all bunched up in one spot. Even when there's a face against all that hard bone.
Nimble fingers thread through Trevor's hair. Trevor can't see it at the moment, but there is such a happy smile on Alucard's face. Small and thin but radiating.
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