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.
[ It's a little funny, now Alucard's hands always find their way back to his hair. How it always feels correct when they do, as if they're always meant to be there and things have just been temporarily wrong. There wasn't really any particular tension in his body in the first place, but he still relaxes visibly when fingertips brush over his scalp. ]
Never really thought I was lucky before, but here we are. [ He brushes his lips over a nipple, with no shirt in the way this time, rolling the other softly between a finger and thumb. ] Here you are, with me.
[ Is he going a little over the top with being sappy? Absolutely. Does he mean every word? Also absolutely. ]
[He doesn't like sitting idle. It's a truth that has long since been born out with how he fidgets in seats if there's nothing else happening. How he has to look around a room they're in twice when they're beyond the estate. All these little things that are born of instinct and too many years alone. So his hands in Trevor's hair? It's the kindest, softest way to avoid being idle.
There's a little noise of agreement with luck, and Alucard angles his head down just in time to watch Trevor kiss that nipple. The mmmmm that comes out is halfway between whimper and nose of delight, and he really, really can't help that his hips threaten to roll forward.]
You always were. [He survived being turned into a dhampir, after all.] It's just a different manifestation.
[ He stops talking for a little while, all the better to lavish attention on Alucard’s chest. Kisses and licks, because he has to hear more of that wonderful, wonderful noise. And the occasional little pinch or brush of teeth, probably not an effective deterrent, when Alucard’s hips threaten to move. ]
I’m so glad that you found me. That you chose me. That you come back here, every time. [ He says eventually, lifting his head to kiss Alucard’s mouth before lowering it to his chest again. ] That you let me try to make it worth your while.
[I do too. But it's a sentiment better expressed with all the soft noises Trevor's intent on hearing, and oh. It's there, intermitten and mixed with sighs that would be better off coming from a swooning maiden, not a scrawny alchemist being kissed stupid by (in his estimation) a far more attractive dhampir.
His hips threaten only at the pressure. They're good and still and patient otherwise, knowing that there's a time for them and it isn't yet.
Alucard's return kiss involved nipping just a little at Trevor's lips. Enough to try and keep him there for just a moment more.]
I do. [ And it feels a little silly to say it in so many words, but- ] I love you.
[ He brings his hand downward again. Over ribs and hips, catching the waistband of Alucard’s trousers with his fingertips. He licks his lips absentmindedly as he does, being about as subtle about his plans for the near future as he has been about anything else so far. ]
[He's smiling already, but it grows so much warmer for those words. They could end here and now, and he'd be the happiest creature in the house for a month.
His hips wiggle a little as Trevor's hand winds it's way down.]
I'm wonderful. But could we get rid of my shirt now, please?
[ He peels himself away from Alucard only a little reluctantly, pushing himself up from the bed so he can sit down on it instead of flopping forward over it. It's only a little awkward to pull Alucard's shirt out from underneath him without lifting him, with most of the work going into making sure not to catch his hair.
And then he just stares for a while. Stares at Alucard, his hair fanned out around him. At the little bruises and flushes that his attention has left him with. At the map of bones and scars and a thousand individual things that he hates that Alucard has had to endure, but that somehow lead to a whole that he adores. ]
Have I told you how lovely you are lately? [ Literally like five minutes ago, Trevor. There's a laugh in his voice. He knows how silly and repetitive he's being. ] Going to have to learn a new language. I've run out of words for it in this one.
[Alucard makes every effort to help with removing his shirt. He arcs and twists and then laughs when it seems like Trevor's attempts are failing but...there. They've figured it out, and his hair is as perfect as it could ever be.
When Trevor stares, Alucard reaches out. Puts one hand on Trevor's forearm and strokes up and down. It's there. He's being gentle. And Alucard doesn't know how else to make it clear how happy he is.]
[ He will. Forever. He’ll be old and grey and Trevor will still be here, hair still dark and beard still not grown. Still telling him. He just keeps staring down, smiling. ]
I’ll keep telling you, you know. Until it’s the only thing you know. Until you hear it in your dreams every night. Until even when you leave you can’t forget it for a moment, and you can’t think of anything else but what I’ll do to you when you come home.
[Alucard's hands slide out of Trevor's hair. Settle on either side of his face and just holds him there. Memorizing every inch of Trevor's face, and in turn, letting something blossom on his own. It's happiness, real and true and unadulterated, beaming out of every inch of the alchemist.]
I want it to be the only thing I know.
[He'd sooner forget life before this. Truly he would. And all of Trevor's words? Those feel like a promise. One that Alucard seals by bringing Trevor's face closer to his, and kissing the dhampir.]
[ When they were travelling together, they had a covered wagon. The cloth of it tore in a storm while they were asleep, and he woke to a tiny sliver of sunlight above him shining through the torn roof.
He thinks of that, seeing happiness gleaming through Alucard. Shining out of the cracks, beautiful in a way that it would never be were those broken places simply not there.
And he kisses him. There’s no insistent tongue poking around in his mouth this time. No exploration. Just a kiss, his lips on Alucard’s, until he can feel him tremble just slightly for want of air. He pulls away, breathless and adoring. ]
So- [ He pauses for a moment, takes a few breaths and continues. ] -you didn’t have any pressing plans to continue wearing trousers for the rest of the day, did you?
It's not deep or overly involved. It just is, and for that it is wonderful. The only reason it ends is because air is important, maybe, and Alucard wants more immediately.]
No.
[They undercut themselves all the time. Why would this be different?]
[ The kiss that follows is quick, and when he pulls away it’s to leave the bed, settling back on the floor between Alucard’s legs again. The next kiss is to the inside of his thigh, and he presses his face there for a moment to feel his pulse before he sets to work on unlacing Alucard’s boots. ]
[He knows why Trevor's withdrawn. But Alucard hates that he can't see the Belmont, so he sits up very slowly. The whole of him feels heavier now, drenched with affection and wanting and knowing that there's only one source to satisfied both needs.
It's a little shaky, doing that, but once Alucard is upright? Well he can at least watch.]
[ If Alucard’s going to watch him? The least he can do is put on a performance. He twists a boot lace lazily around one finger, kissing again and staring up at him as he chuckles. ]
Probably the first time anyone’s ever accused something like me of that.
[ Another kiss, and he manages to be rid of those boots. Which means he can reach up, hooking his fingers into the waistband of Alucard’s trousers again. ]
Afraid I’m not intending to stop it any time soon.
[Of course he is. Alucard's bad at laying back and letting things happen. He has to be alert and involved. It's why he took forever to let the other two put him in the middle of the bed, surrounding him on both sides.
But this alertness is lovely. Warm. He shudders just a little from the kiss, then laughs softly when Trevor's hand reaches his trousers.]
I don't want you to.
[He can't help but pet at the top of Trevor's hair.] Tell me how it'll be for the rest of the day.
[ He starts to tug at Alucard’s trousers, pulling them down slowly over his hips while he pretends to think about this. ]
I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful at least three more times before my mouth finds itself otherwise occupied. Then you’ll just have to remember it for a little while. And then I’ll try to kiss you, and you’ll probably complain about it being unsanitary. But when I try to go for a glass of water, you’ll like that even less. So I’ll stay. And I’ll wrap myself all around you. And you’ll fall asleep for a few hours and when you wake up she’ll be here, too.
We’ll have been talking about you. But once you wake up we’ll pretend we were arguing the whole time, and you’ll never know what we were saying. And if you’re ready again by then, she’ll be in front of you and I’ll be behind you. I’m sure we can work with that sort of arrangement.
[All while Trevor speaks, Alucard's hands search for things to grab onto. Trevor's hair. The cloth of his shirt. Sometimes his neck, thumb running in soft little circles every time. It keeps him centered. It lets him feel like he's doing something as well, even though the whole point of this is to spoil the alchemist.
The more the Belmont talks, the more Alucard smiles. Some of it is how obvious they all are (the unsanitary thing is a particular call out) and the rest is just the sheer pleasure of knowing about the future. A very amorous one that is no softer for it.]
What if I want you wrapped around me right now?
[It's good, Trevor's head between his thighs, but not as good as having the whole of the dhampir around him in whatever configuration that might be.]
[ He doesn’t sound like he minds, though, just being petulant for it’s own sake as he starts to try and get trousers down without making Alucard stand. ]
If you’re worried about the teeth, you can just say.
You get like this, and somehow I’m still the spoiled one.
[ He sighs happily, finally managing to get the trousers free on one side and then the other. It means he can start to lay kisses against Alucard’s bare thighs. ]
Wrapped around you it is, then. Just a little longer.
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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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Never really thought I was lucky before, but here we are. [ He brushes his lips over a nipple, with no shirt in the way this time, rolling the other softly between a finger and thumb. ] Here you are, with me.
[ Is he going a little over the top with being sappy? Absolutely. Does he mean every word? Also absolutely. ]
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There's a little noise of agreement with luck, and Alucard angles his head down just in time to watch Trevor kiss that nipple. The mmmmm that comes out is halfway between whimper and nose of delight, and he really, really can't help that his hips threaten to roll forward.]
You always were. [He survived being turned into a dhampir, after all.] It's just a different manifestation.
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[ He stops talking for a little while, all the better to lavish attention on Alucard’s chest. Kisses and licks, because he has to hear more of that wonderful, wonderful noise. And the occasional little pinch or brush of teeth, probably not an effective deterrent, when Alucard’s hips threaten to move. ]
I’m so glad that you found me. That you chose me. That you come back here, every time. [ He says eventually, lifting his head to kiss Alucard’s mouth before lowering it to his chest again. ] That you let me try to make it worth your while.
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His hips threaten only at the pressure. They're good and still and patient otherwise, knowing that there's a time for them and it isn't yet.
Alucard's return kiss involved nipping just a little at Trevor's lips. Enough to try and keep him there for just a moment more.]
You do. Every time. Because you love me.
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[ He brings his hand downward again. Over ribs and hips, catching the waistband of Alucard’s trousers with his fingertips. He licks his lips absentmindedly as he does, being about as subtle about his plans for the near future as he has been about anything else so far. ]
You’re doing okay? Not too much teasing?
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His hips wiggle a little as Trevor's hand winds it's way down.]
I'm wonderful. But could we get rid of my shirt now, please?
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[ He peels himself away from Alucard only a little reluctantly, pushing himself up from the bed so he can sit down on it instead of flopping forward over it. It's only a little awkward to pull Alucard's shirt out from underneath him without lifting him, with most of the work going into making sure not to catch his hair.
And then he just stares for a while. Stares at Alucard, his hair fanned out around him. At the little bruises and flushes that his attention has left him with. At the map of bones and scars and a thousand individual things that he hates that Alucard has had to endure, but that somehow lead to a whole that he adores. ]
Have I told you how lovely you are lately? [ Literally like five minutes ago, Trevor. There's a laugh in his voice. He knows how silly and repetitive he's being. ] Going to have to learn a new language. I've run out of words for it in this one.
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When Trevor stares, Alucard reaches out. Puts one hand on Trevor's forearm and strokes up and down. It's there. He's being gentle. And Alucard doesn't know how else to make it clear how happy he is.]
I could stand to hear it a few more times.
[it's nice, being told it.]
I could listen to it forever.
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[ He will. Forever. He’ll be old and grey and Trevor will still be here, hair still dark and beard still not grown. Still telling him. He just keeps staring down, smiling. ]
I’ll keep telling you, you know. Until it’s the only thing you know. Until you hear it in your dreams every night. Until even when you leave you can’t forget it for a moment, and you can’t think of anything else but what I’ll do to you when you come home.
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I want it to be the only thing I know.
[He'd sooner forget life before this. Truly he would. And all of Trevor's words? Those feel like a promise. One that Alucard seals by bringing Trevor's face closer to his, and kissing the dhampir.]
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He thinks of that, seeing happiness gleaming through Alucard. Shining out of the cracks, beautiful in a way that it would never be were those broken places simply not there.
And he kisses him. There’s no insistent tongue poking around in his mouth this time. No exploration. Just a kiss, his lips on Alucard’s, until he can feel him tremble just slightly for want of air. He pulls away, breathless and adoring. ]
So- [ He pauses for a moment, takes a few breaths and continues. ] -you didn’t have any pressing plans to continue wearing trousers for the rest of the day, did you?
[ Not the most romantic thing he’s said today. ]
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It's not deep or overly involved. It just is, and for that it is wonderful. The only reason it ends is because air is important, maybe, and Alucard wants more immediately.]
No.
[They undercut themselves all the time. Why would this be different?]
I just want you.
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[ The kiss that follows is quick, and when he pulls away it’s to leave the bed, settling back on the floor between Alucard’s legs again. The next kiss is to the inside of his thigh, and he presses his face there for a moment to feel his pulse before he sets to work on unlacing Alucard’s boots. ]
You’re so warm.
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It's a little shaky, doing that, but once Alucard is upright? Well he can at least watch.]
You're making me warmer.
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Probably the first time anyone’s ever accused something like me of that.
[ Another kiss, and he manages to be rid of those boots. Which means he can reach up, hooking his fingers into the waistband of Alucard’s trousers again. ]
Afraid I’m not intending to stop it any time soon.
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But this alertness is lovely. Warm. He shudders just a little from the kiss, then laughs softly when Trevor's hand reaches his trousers.]
I don't want you to.
[He can't help but pet at the top of Trevor's hair.] Tell me how it'll be for the rest of the day.
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[ He starts to tug at Alucard’s trousers, pulling them down slowly over his hips while he pretends to think about this. ]
I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful at least three more times before my mouth finds itself otherwise occupied. Then you’ll just have to remember it for a little while. And then I’ll try to kiss you, and you’ll probably complain about it being unsanitary. But when I try to go for a glass of water, you’ll like that even less. So I’ll stay. And I’ll wrap myself all around you. And you’ll fall asleep for a few hours and when you wake up she’ll be here, too.
We’ll have been talking about you. But once you wake up we’ll pretend we were arguing the whole time, and you’ll never know what we were saying. And if you’re ready again by then, she’ll be in front of you and I’ll be behind you. I’m sure we can work with that sort of arrangement.
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The more the Belmont talks, the more Alucard smiles. Some of it is how obvious they all are (the unsanitary thing is a particular call out) and the rest is just the sheer pleasure of knowing about the future. A very amorous one that is no softer for it.]
What if I want you wrapped around me right now?
[It's good, Trevor's head between his thighs, but not as good as having the whole of the dhampir around him in whatever configuration that might be.]
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[ He doesn’t sound like he minds, though, just being petulant for it’s own sake as he starts to try and get trousers down without making Alucard stand. ]
If you’re worried about the teeth, you can just say.
[ That was a joke. He’s joking. ]
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[Alucard extends one leg for de-panting first.]
But I want you to be warm.
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[ He sighs happily, finally managing to get the trousers free on one side and then the other. It means he can start to lay kisses against Alucard’s bare thighs. ]
Wrapped around you it is, then. Just a little longer.
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