[ 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.
[There's an immediate twitch at the thigh. No surprise, the alchemist is already awash in affection and far too adrift in it to even think about regulating his responses.]
[ He can say it right now without even a hint of anything other than adoration. Even knowing that they’ll leave again before long. Even knowing that forever is a real thing for him but not for them. He pulls trousers and smallclothes away, tilting his face to one side to rest it against Alucard’s thigh. ]
Fucking sublime.
[ That’s a perfectly normal think to say about a dick. He’s still getting his head around how to dirty talk. ]
[It's a heck of a thing to be looking down at right now. Trevor just there, beautiful and perfect and sculpted for the gods with that jawline. Head against his thigh. Dick starting to show it's arousal. It's so much and Alucard's hand trembles from the overwhelming nature of it all just to brush back a few stray strands of Trevor's hair.]
You should see this from my angle.
[He'd live in this moment forever, if he could.]
But it's so difficult, with you far away down there. I can only touch so much.
[ He sighs contentedly, kissing along Alucard's thigh again. This time, the trail of kisses doesn't end so soon, instead moving from thigh to the underside of his dick. The kisses themselves are soft little things, the kind that wouldn't seem at all improper in any other context. ]
I'll just be a moment, then.
[ And with one last kiss, he pulls back so he can actually undress. ]
[There are soft noises at every kiss. There's the threat of overstimulation, especially with the growing arousal. That last kiss? Oh. There's no whimper there, just a genuine moan.]
Stay in sight....
[Alucard knows Trevor won't disappear. But he says it all the same, with growing neediness in his voice.]
[ This? This is exactly what he wanted when he started this. To slowly unravel Alucard, making sure that every thread knew how loved it was. Those noises, every sigh and whimper and moan confirming that here, at least here, Alucard feels safe to make them. Safe to be nothing but sensation and adoration.
He extends a hand as he stands, reaching to stroke Alucard's hair the same way Alucard was stroking his. The mess and tangles of the road are already long gone, but he combs his fingers through softly anyway. Works out whatever little knots have developed from his time lying underneath him. ]
I will, so long as you keep looking.
[ And because the idea of him being in sight has come up? It occurs to him that he should maybe at least try to be appealing about this. He's not quite sure how one goes about this short of just undressing normally but tortuously slowly, but he's willing to give it a shot. In the estate, there's little need for all the straps he uses to carry weapons. His clothes are simple enough to remove. ]
[Alucard's hair is fine for now. A little messy from lying down on the bed, but otherwise wonderful and soft and unharmed. The luxury of keeping it neat means the world to him, and returning to the estate is an excuse to indulge in all it's finer hair care options. He's been threatening a beard too. Just to see what it looks like.]
Always.
[He does watch. Drinks it all in, because the anticipation is also a huge part of this. Trevor's beautiful. He's a dhampir, it's natural. But there's still something about the vulnerability undressing requires, and the trust inherit in it.]
[ Eventually, he's done. Bare. And he only needs to be away from Alucard for long enough to take a bottle from the bedside table's drawers and set it on top.
And then? He's back. He sits on the bed next to Alucard, extending his arms outward in invitation. ]
[That's about all Alucard can stand. He manages no sad noises or wanting looks, but he's so happy when Trevor's sat down beside him. Within moments, the dhampir has a whole alchemist latched onto him, face buried in the dhampir's neck and arms so firm around his shoulders and chest.
It's all he wants. All he cares about, being here. Here, specifically, half hard and drenched in affection, wanting nothing more than to be held and know how important he is just from how hands embrace him.]
[ He lies back, pulling Alucard with him, arms around him and hands testing on the small of his back. There are still things he'd quite like to do, but they can wait. For now, this is more important. ]
So, I'm sure you want to get back to your books-
[ The chuckle that interrupts that is thick and warm. He can't even finish the teasing, not when Alucard's like this. He's supposed to be being nice to him anyway. He bows his head to kiss the top of Alucard's. ]
How do you want to do this? Or- do you want to do this? We can just stay like this, if you like.
[In truth, Alucard could probably settle here and be happy the rest of the night. Nude and cared for and safe in the arms of someone who could wreck the world to keep the alchemist safe if it was thought to be required. It's a lot to take in. Thrilling in so many ways. He loves that Trevor can provide that, and that he himself can saturate in it.
Alucard nuzzles against Trevor's neck. His own voice, when he does ifnd words, is just as thick and no less warm.]
[He's sure about that much, based on the way Alucard grinds right back against Trevor. It's a little unsteady but the wanting? Is probably a little too obvious.]
[ He strokes his hand over Alucard’s back a few times. It’s warm, steady. Hopefully calming, so far as Alucard needs calming right now. Each stroke goes a little lower, until he’s finally rubbing at buttocks instead of back. ]
Think I figured something out.
[ with a gentle pinch, his hands leave Alucard just long enough to take the bottle he left beside them, emptying a little of the contents into one hand. ]
[New plans are good. New plans mean that Alucard inches closer into Trevor's arms if it's even possible, somehow both deeply turned on and peaceful. There's just a mush of adoration in Trevor's arms, one growing softer and softer with every passing moment.
Well, all part of him except one. That one's acting rather inversely.]
Good plan.
[He murmurs it into whatever part of him is against Trevor right now. Alucard isn't exactly sure himself.]
[ It's the crook of his neck, still. Which is a little disappointing, because he'd like to see Alucard's face right now, but he can imagine. It can't be much softer, warmer, more adoring than it has been already. Few things could be.
He's always careful with this part. Careful because humans are so fragile, in part. Mostly careful because Alucard has lived for so long surrounded by people who havn't cared whether they hurt him or not. He doesn't want to be one of those people. Not even for a moment. ]
Tell me, if it's too much.
[ With that, he presses an oiled finger against Alucard's entrance. It presses, then strokes as it moves away. Then presses again. Not seeking to enter, not yet, just exerting a little pressure before retreating. ]
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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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[There's an immediate twitch at the thigh. No surprise, the alchemist is already awash in affection and far too adrift in it to even think about regulating his responses.]
Forever, if I could have it that way.
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[ He can say it right now without even a hint of anything other than adoration. Even knowing that they’ll leave again before long. Even knowing that forever is a real thing for him but not for them. He pulls trousers and smallclothes away, tilting his face to one side to rest it against Alucard’s thigh. ]
Fucking sublime.
[ That’s a perfectly normal think to say about a dick. He’s still getting his head around how to dirty talk. ]
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You should see this from my angle.
[He'd live in this moment forever, if he could.]
But it's so difficult, with you far away down there. I can only touch so much.
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[ He's pretty sure he ought to undress for that, at least. But he leans into Alucard's hand, smiling. ]
But I'll come back. I'll always come back.
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[He's going to be a little too stupid with delight soon. But for the remaining minutes he isn't, oh. This is going to kill him.]
I know. I know.
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I'll just be a moment, then.
[ And with one last kiss, he pulls back so he can actually undress. ]
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Stay in sight....
[Alucard knows Trevor won't disappear. But he says it all the same, with growing neediness in his voice.]
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He extends a hand as he stands, reaching to stroke Alucard's hair the same way Alucard was stroking his. The mess and tangles of the road are already long gone, but he combs his fingers through softly anyway. Works out whatever little knots have developed from his time lying underneath him. ]
I will, so long as you keep looking.
[ And because the idea of him being in sight has come up? It occurs to him that he should maybe at least try to be appealing about this. He's not quite sure how one goes about this short of just undressing normally but tortuously slowly, but he's willing to give it a shot. In the estate, there's little need for all the straps he uses to carry weapons. His clothes are simple enough to remove. ]
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Always.
[He does watch. Drinks it all in, because the anticipation is also a huge part of this. Trevor's beautiful. He's a dhampir, it's natural. But there's still something about the vulnerability undressing requires, and the trust inherit in it.]
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And then? He's back. He sits on the bed next to Alucard, extending his arms outward in invitation. ]
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It's all he wants. All he cares about, being here. Here, specifically, half hard and drenched in affection, wanting nothing more than to be held and know how important he is just from how hands embrace him.]
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So, I'm sure you want to get back to your books-
[ The chuckle that interrupts that is thick and warm. He can't even finish the teasing, not when Alucard's like this. He's supposed to be being nice to him anyway. He bows his head to kiss the top of Alucard's. ]
How do you want to do this? Or- do you want to do this? We can just stay like this, if you like.
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Alucard nuzzles against Trevor's neck. His own voice, when he does ifnd words, is just as thick and no less warm.]
Thought you had plans.
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[ He rubs his thigh lazily between Alucard’s legs as he speaks, grinding against him. ]
I can make new plans, if you like. Or we can just stay here and have no plans at all until she barges in to arrange the both of us how she wants.
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[He's sure about that much, based on the way Alucard grinds right back against Trevor. It's a little unsteady but the wanting? Is probably a little too obvious.]
Just us first. Please.
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[ He strokes his hand over Alucard’s back a few times. It’s warm, steady. Hopefully calming, so far as Alucard needs calming right now. Each stroke goes a little lower, until he’s finally rubbing at buttocks instead of back. ]
Think I figured something out.
[ with a gentle pinch, his hands leave Alucard just long enough to take the bottle he left beside them, emptying a little of the contents into one hand. ]
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Well, all part of him except one. That one's acting rather inversely.]
Good plan.
[He murmurs it into whatever part of him is against Trevor right now. Alucard isn't exactly sure himself.]
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He's always careful with this part. Careful because humans are so fragile, in part. Mostly careful because Alucard has lived for so long surrounded by people who havn't cared whether they hurt him or not. He doesn't want to be one of those people. Not even for a moment. ]
Tell me, if it's too much.
[ With that, he presses an oiled finger against Alucard's entrance. It presses, then strokes as it moves away. Then presses again. Not seeking to enter, not yet, just exerting a little pressure before retreating. ]
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