[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. ]
[What a good imagination Trevor has. It is entirely accurate, save for the detail of Alucard's eyes debating between closing to focus on the sheer pleasure of everything versus staying open so he can all that's happening in the moment.
He doesn't mind that Trevor treats him like a fragile thing in these moments. Or others. It's one of the signs of love between them, and the understanding that the alchemist needs the kind of reassurances that being treated like a precious sack of spices or sugar comes with. He's so safe and loved. He's worth all the care in the world.]
Of course.
[He whispers the words before finally pulling away from Trevor's neck. Trevor has to see how much Alucard knows what this really means. How his face melts in pleasure and arousal. How much he knows he's loved.]
[ Pulling back doesn’t just mean that Trevor can see Alucard. It also means Alucard can see Trevor in turn, looking at him like someone who knows they’re witnessing a miracle. Committing every last detail to memory.
And it means Trevor can kiss him on those lovely, swollen lips. Can bring his free hand up to Alucard’s cheek and cup it softly as he does. ]
Beautiful. [ He whispers it against Alucard’s lips, finger finally pushing inward. Not far, just to the first knuckle before withdrawing again, stroking inside him carefully. ] Every last part of you. So, so beautiful.
[What is the next step beyond being a puddle of goo, exactly? Alucard isn't sure, but his body seems to understand that the step exists and that it's where he ought to be. There's warmth and affection and a total lack of tension in him at every touch. That kiss. All of it.
A soft whimper of delight passes through Alucard's lips and against Trevor's when that finger pushes inward. He can't grind down, not truly, but the way Alucard's legs try to tangle up further with Trevor's? That's probably enough.]
You make me feel that way.
[He does. Alucard, undressed and exposed, is a collection of scars and marks from a decade of hard times. He can be pretty at a distance. But up close? Near him? He has a differeing opinion.]
[ It's true, that the both of the humans are littered with imperfections. Sypha with burns and lightning scars from failed spells and gouges from monster claws and teeth. Alucard with the marks of struggle and starvation. Few things have ever really managed to leave marks on Trevor, save for his own father and the army of demons that tore his sisters apart.
But there's a paradox. Those marks are part of them. Part of the story, Sypha would put it. Stones on the path that led the both of them to him. And that means that they can't truly be imperfections, because they're part of a perfect whole.
His free hand moves downward, fingers trailing across Alucard's cheek and neck and collar. He can't touch his chest with them pressed against each other like this, but he can trail that hand down his side until he comes across one of those scars, brushing his fingers over it. ]
Good thing I'm here, then, to let you see things how they are.
[ Another kiss, and by the time it ends he's pushed in to the second knuckle. It's still slow and careful, but this time instead of withdrawing he curls his finger slowly. ]
[This is so much better than Trevor's original plan, in Alucard's opinion. If he's going to be spoiled for attention, let it be like this. Let it be this all consuming, let it render him unable to say Trevor's name much more than Tr-- before a loud groan eats all the other syllables. Because that's exactly what happens when Trevor curls his finger, coupled with Alucard's erection rubbing right up against the Belmont.
When he does catch his breath, it's a barely there thing. Unsteady and flushed and so, so delighted.]
[ Oh. So that’s nice, the way that one tiny movement can render Alucard near-incoherent. He resists the temptation to immediately repeat the motion, because right now most of his thoughts have turned from how to most completely overwhelm the alchemist to how to avoid overwhelming him too much.
Which probably rules out penetration. Much more than fingers is probably going to be overwhelming as is. More than that, he knows Alucard. He suspects that if Alucard gets off and he doesn’t, then Alucard will keep going long after it’s ceased to be pleasant or comfortable to avoid being selfish. That’s much easier to avoid if no body parts get stuck in any other body parts.
He gives Alucard time to catch himself and recover before speaking. ]
I’m going to touch myself, after this. Because you’ve been so, so lovely for me. [ And he curls that finger again. This time, after he’s given Alucard time to calm down, a second finger presses against him. ] Promise me that you’ll watch.
--Bold to assume that you're not going to finish by accident.
[That's what giving him a little bit of time buys you, Trevor. A smart remark that's still drenched in the heaviness and pleasure of the moment. Coherence is only important in these moments after all, and oh, this moment matters so damn much.]
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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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He doesn't mind that Trevor treats him like a fragile thing in these moments. Or others. It's one of the signs of love between them, and the understanding that the alchemist needs the kind of reassurances that being treated like a precious sack of spices or sugar comes with. He's so safe and loved. He's worth all the care in the world.]
Of course.
[He whispers the words before finally pulling away from Trevor's neck. Trevor has to see how much Alucard knows what this really means. How his face melts in pleasure and arousal. How much he knows he's loved.]
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And it means Trevor can kiss him on those lovely, swollen lips. Can bring his free hand up to Alucard’s cheek and cup it softly as he does. ]
Beautiful. [ He whispers it against Alucard’s lips, finger finally pushing inward. Not far, just to the first knuckle before withdrawing again, stroking inside him carefully. ] Every last part of you. So, so beautiful.
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A soft whimper of delight passes through Alucard's lips and against Trevor's when that finger pushes inward. He can't grind down, not truly, but the way Alucard's legs try to tangle up further with Trevor's? That's probably enough.]
You make me feel that way.
[He does. Alucard, undressed and exposed, is a collection of scars and marks from a decade of hard times. He can be pretty at a distance. But up close? Near him? He has a differeing opinion.]
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But there's a paradox. Those marks are part of them. Part of the story, Sypha would put it. Stones on the path that led the both of them to him. And that means that they can't truly be imperfections, because they're part of a perfect whole.
His free hand moves downward, fingers trailing across Alucard's cheek and neck and collar. He can't touch his chest with them pressed against each other like this, but he can trail that hand down his side until he comes across one of those scars, brushing his fingers over it. ]
Good thing I'm here, then, to let you see things how they are.
[ Another kiss, and by the time it ends he's pushed in to the second knuckle. It's still slow and careful, but this time instead of withdrawing he curls his finger slowly. ]
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When he does catch his breath, it's a barely there thing. Unsteady and flushed and so, so delighted.]
Beyond good. [He can words. Probably.]
Best.
[Nailed it!]
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Which probably rules out penetration. Much more than fingers is probably going to be overwhelming as is. More than that, he knows Alucard. He suspects that if Alucard gets off and he doesn’t, then Alucard will keep going long after it’s ceased to be pleasant or comfortable to avoid being selfish. That’s much easier to avoid if no body parts get stuck in any other body parts.
He gives Alucard time to catch himself and recover before speaking. ]
I’m going to touch myself, after this. Because you’ve been so, so lovely for me. [ And he curls that finger again. This time, after he’s given Alucard time to calm down, a second finger presses against him. ] Promise me that you’ll watch.
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[That's what giving him a little bit of time buys you, Trevor. A smart remark that's still drenched in the heaviness and pleasure of the moment. Coherence is only important in these moments after all, and oh, this moment matters so damn much.]
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