[ 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.]
Also an excellent point, between Alucard’s grinding against him and the sheer power of those noises he’s making. He’s not going to be far off by the end of this, at the very least. ]
You’re making it sound like you don’t want me to jack off for you. [ As slowly as the first, a second finger pushes into Alucard. ] Do you not want to see what it does to me, seeing you like this? Hearing you make these beautiful noises?
!!!! [You wanted another noise, Trevor? There it is. Alucard's next noise starts stupidly loud, but then winds down into a whimper that goes with Alucard trying to grind down against Trevor. He needs more. Now.]
Yes.
[It's soft and breathless and Alucard has to readjust his grip on Trevor, fingers brushing over the back of the dhampir's spine. It's an accident, all messy and fleeting.]
Please.
[He's not sure where the word came from, but it feels correct for the moment, stupid with wanting and desire.]
[ His back arches up off the bad, lifting Alucard with him, and that extra movement - specifically, the way if results in him grinding himself against Alucard’s body - means the noise that leaves him lasts as long as he has air for it. Just the touch would be a lot, but it’s magnified by the recent feeding. Every nerve is sending him so much more information and every bit of it is about Alucard’s skin against his.
He’d been doing a half decent job of not being needy until that. ]
Shit, you’re going to make yourself right if you keep doing that.
[ He takes a moment to calm himself down before curling both fingers this time. ]
I can- [ He’s trying to achieve dirty talk again. Not that he was doing great before he got sidetracked. ] -I can feel it, you know. Your voice, echoing off me.
[That grind gets a response in kind. Harder, more aggressive, needing friction or at least something. It's ridiculous, being this wonderfully heavy save for the part that wants so badly. Needs. Yes, that's the better word.
That need manifests itself with the sharp intake of breath that follows. Trevor's dirty talk is, indeed, not amazing, but that's what those wonderful fingers are for. Fingers that drive Alucard's hips forward, begging for Trevor's other hand to touch him already.]
How much can you--?
[He knows Trevor's abilities are sharper after he feeds. That's what he's trying to ask.]
So much. Every last little twitch, or breath. Every time you make- [ An illustrative movement of his fingers follows, along with an attempt to get his second hand between their bodies. His fingers graze over Alucard’s dick. ] -that noise? I could map your whole body with it. Hear it echoing over every beautiful bony part of you.
[ He takes both of them in hand together, stroking slowly and drawing in air through his teeth as he does. ]
This? All of this? None of it even comes close to what you do for me, Adrian.
[It's a breathless sigh, full of genuine wonder and surprise, rather than instruction on what to do. Another manifestation of being overwhelmed, because equally overwhelming? Is hearing what you're doing being verbally explained.
Or at least that's what does it for Alucard. Either way, this much too soft dirty talk is working something wonderful on him. Almost as much as Trevor taking them both in hand. At that, he has to stop and readjust his grip because oh, oh he's going to be clinging in a moment. One hand wraps around Trevor's shoulder, the other around his middle. Both hands threaten to rub against his spine, but they never quite do. It isn't meant to tease. He can't be cruel.
There's no words in Alucard's response either. There is only a kiss, one that tries to say all of those things back. It's deep with tongue brushing against fang, all the want and love in Alucard mixed in.]
[ He moans into the kiss as Alucard's hands grip him tighter. Threaten to bring him undone right now, even if they never do. He's worlds more sensitive than Alucard is with his senses so enhanced, enough that just his own touch and the contact with Alucard is bringing him dangerously close. In a few hours, things will balance at the point where he can manage doing this more traditionally. But by then, maybe they'll just be here, asleep and content in each other's arms. Sypha attached to Alucard's front to remind him that he'll never be cold again in his life. And that? That will be just as good. Better.
Tongue touches fang, and for a moment he wants to move just slightly. Just enough to catch it and taste blood. He doesn't. Alucard trusts him, and he wouldn't break that trust for the world. But the thought of it pushes him to move his hand faster.
This time, when he breaks the kiss, he kisses Alucard's forehead softly. ]
Let me see you, for this?
[ And he spreads his fingers inside Alucard, rubbing his thumb over the heads of their dicks. ]
[Alucard wants it to be like this all the time. Safe and satisfied and so, so loved. A part of him has always wanted to remain at the estate, for those very reasons. He doesn't owe the world anything, except that he owes his parents their own dreams that couldn't be fulfilled. And Sypha. He owes her so much too.
But what he owes right now is to Trevor, letting himself be a cared for and loved partner. Person. One whose breath is growing shorter and sharper.]
Y-yes.
[Trevor can likely hear how Alucard's heart thunders at the moment. He's heard it before, can tell that Alucard's close better than the alchemist himself can. He can hear and feel every inch of the toe curling groan that comes along with Trevor spreading his fingers. How Alucard's erection brushes over Trevor's, how all of the alchemist's nerves are absolutely alight.]
More.
[He manages to choke the word out, knowing there's only a moment or so left.]
[ He curls his legs more tightly around Alucard's. There's nothing else he can really do to pull him closer, not with both hands occupied. Not that there really is a closer than this. The only real space between them is the one his hand is occupying.
It's tempting to kiss Alucard again. But he knows they're both close. He wants to watch Alucard's face through this. He wants Alucard to see his face right now, with the rare flush to it that indicates he's fed recently, with his lower lip pinched between his front teeth, with his eyes heavy and dark and focused only on the alchemist above him.
He put some thought into what he'd say here. What should be the last thing Alucard hears before he lets go. Something about giving him permission to let the two of them take the weight of the world from his shoulders. Maybe another 'I love you'. Something about how beautiful he is, or something else about what his presence does to him and Sypha. Something practiced and rehearsed. But Alucard says more, and all of that goes out of the window. There's only one response he can make to that, as he curls both fingers one last time and tightens his grip on them both, moving his hand faster. ]
He's gone in what starts as a loud, thundering groan, hands struggling and clinging and trying to hold on but tighter. It ends as a keening noise, high pitched, and through it all, so, so happy. His face flushed red, eyes wanting to stay open and focus on Trevor, but eventually closing to ride out every last moment of pleasure. There's no attempt at forming words, none of that. Just Alucard, moving through every state of pleasure.
When Alucard does finish, it feels as if he's hit a pool of warm water. One to sink and luxuriate in. One where he can at least get out one word and drench it in happiness.]
[ He lets go of the both of them to use that hand to pull Alucard close, stilling his fingers as that long, beautiful noise comes to an end before withdrawing them completely.
He's still close, in truth, but this is more important. One hand settles on the small of Alucard's back, rubbing softly. Another - the less sticky one - goes to his hair, combing through it slowly. Everything else can wait until Alucard is grounded properly. ]
Look at you. [ He whispers it between thick, heavy breaths. ] Look how lovely you are like this.
[Everything is sensation. It must be how Trevor feels after feeding, he thinks vaguely, but without the heaviness. Without being close to enveloped by those overwhelming sensations. Trevor's hyper alert. Alucard's...the opposite.
His breath takes time to slow. Every gesture is melted into, still a soft pile of goo rather than an alchemist.]
[ Slowly, holding Alucard tightly to him, he rolls them both onto their sides. For a little while he stays like that, just holding him tightly. But slowly he lets his grip loosen, returns to stroking Alucard's hair. ]
Let me show you what it does to me, seeing you like this.
[ He lets go, moving back a little so that Alucard can see him in full. Unlike Alucard, life has never really managed to leave a mark upon Trevor. He's never starved, and if he had it wouldn't touch him. The only scar on his body is the long, ugly one down his chest. Even that's worlds better than it was when they first found him, ribcage still wrenched open like the doors of a stable. If Alucard is beautiful despite what life's done to him, Trevor is beautiful in a way that makes him seem largely untouched by life.
Slowly, he draws a hand down himself to indicate where Alucard ought to be looking. From the slight flush of his cheeks and down his neck. Over his chest and the mess smeared across his stomach, taking care to coat his hand in the stuff as he moves it down further. He's hard - heck, he's not far off coming himself - and he draws in breath slowly as he takes himself in hand. ]
Look. Look what you do to me. How it makes me, knowing you love me.
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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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Also an excellent point, between Alucard’s grinding against him and the sheer power of those noises he’s making. He’s not going to be far off by the end of this, at the very least. ]
You’re making it sound like you don’t want me to jack off for you. [ As slowly as the first, a second finger pushes into Alucard. ] Do you not want to see what it does to me, seeing you like this? Hearing you make these beautiful noises?
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!!!! [You wanted another noise, Trevor? There it is. Alucard's next noise starts stupidly loud, but then winds down into a whimper that goes with Alucard trying to grind down against Trevor. He needs more. Now.]
Yes.
[It's soft and breathless and Alucard has to readjust his grip on Trevor, fingers brushing over the back of the dhampir's spine. It's an accident, all messy and fleeting.]
Please.
[He's not sure where the word came from, but it feels correct for the moment, stupid with wanting and desire.]
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He’d been doing a half decent job of not being needy until that. ]
Shit, you’re going to make yourself right if you keep doing that.
[ He takes a moment to calm himself down before curling both fingers this time. ]
I can- [ He’s trying to achieve dirty talk again. Not that he was doing great before he got sidetracked. ] -I can feel it, you know. Your voice, echoing off me.
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That need manifests itself with the sharp intake of breath that follows. Trevor's dirty talk is, indeed, not amazing, but that's what those wonderful fingers are for. Fingers that drive Alucard's hips forward, begging for Trevor's other hand to touch him already.]
How much can you--?
[He knows Trevor's abilities are sharper after he feeds. That's what he's trying to ask.]
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[ He takes both of them in hand together, stroking slowly and drawing in air through his teeth as he does. ]
This? All of this? None of it even comes close to what you do for me, Adrian.
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[It's a breathless sigh, full of genuine wonder and surprise, rather than instruction on what to do. Another manifestation of being overwhelmed, because equally overwhelming? Is hearing what you're doing being verbally explained.
Or at least that's what does it for Alucard. Either way, this much too soft dirty talk is working something wonderful on him. Almost as much as Trevor taking them both in hand. At that, he has to stop and readjust his grip because oh, oh he's going to be clinging in a moment. One hand wraps around Trevor's shoulder, the other around his middle. Both hands threaten to rub against his spine, but they never quite do. It isn't meant to tease. He can't be cruel.
There's no words in Alucard's response either. There is only a kiss, one that tries to say all of those things back. It's deep with tongue brushing against fang, all the want and love in Alucard mixed in.]
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[ He moans into the kiss as Alucard's hands grip him tighter. Threaten to bring him undone right now, even if they never do. He's worlds more sensitive than Alucard is with his senses so enhanced, enough that just his own touch and the contact with Alucard is bringing him dangerously close. In a few hours, things will balance at the point where he can manage doing this more traditionally. But by then, maybe they'll just be here, asleep and content in each other's arms. Sypha attached to Alucard's front to remind him that he'll never be cold again in his life. And that? That will be just as good. Better.
Tongue touches fang, and for a moment he wants to move just slightly. Just enough to catch it and taste blood. He doesn't. Alucard trusts him, and he wouldn't break that trust for the world. But the thought of it pushes him to move his hand faster.
This time, when he breaks the kiss, he kisses Alucard's forehead softly. ]
Let me see you, for this?
[ And he spreads his fingers inside Alucard, rubbing his thumb over the heads of their dicks. ]
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But what he owes right now is to Trevor, letting himself be a cared for and loved partner. Person. One whose breath is growing shorter and sharper.]
Y-yes.
[Trevor can likely hear how Alucard's heart thunders at the moment. He's heard it before, can tell that Alucard's close better than the alchemist himself can. He can hear and feel every inch of the toe curling groan that comes along with Trevor spreading his fingers. How Alucard's erection brushes over Trevor's, how all of the alchemist's nerves are absolutely alight.]
More.
[He manages to choke the word out, knowing there's only a moment or so left.]
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It's tempting to kiss Alucard again. But he knows they're both close. He wants to watch Alucard's face through this. He wants Alucard to see his face right now, with the rare flush to it that indicates he's fed recently, with his lower lip pinched between his front teeth, with his eyes heavy and dark and focused only on the alchemist above him.
He put some thought into what he'd say here. What should be the last thing Alucard hears before he lets go. Something about giving him permission to let the two of them take the weight of the world from his shoulders. Maybe another 'I love you'. Something about how beautiful he is, or something else about what his presence does to him and Sypha. Something practiced and rehearsed. But Alucard says more, and all of that goes out of the window. There's only one response he can make to that, as he curls both fingers one last time and tightens his grip on them both, moving his hand faster. ]
Everything.
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He's gone in what starts as a loud, thundering groan, hands struggling and clinging and trying to hold on but tighter. It ends as a keening noise, high pitched, and through it all, so, so happy. His face flushed red, eyes wanting to stay open and focus on Trevor, but eventually closing to ride out every last moment of pleasure. There's no attempt at forming words, none of that. Just Alucard, moving through every state of pleasure.
When Alucard does finish, it feels as if he's hit a pool of warm water. One to sink and luxuriate in. One where he can at least get out one word and drench it in happiness.]
Trevor.
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[ He lets go of the both of them to use that hand to pull Alucard close, stilling his fingers as that long, beautiful noise comes to an end before withdrawing them completely.
He's still close, in truth, but this is more important. One hand settles on the small of Alucard's back, rubbing softly. Another - the less sticky one - goes to his hair, combing through it slowly. Everything else can wait until Alucard is grounded properly. ]
Look at you. [ He whispers it between thick, heavy breaths. ] Look how lovely you are like this.
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His breath takes time to slow. Every gesture is melted into, still a soft pile of goo rather than an alchemist.]
Mmmm.
[The rumble is soft, lacking any real words.]
You too.
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[ Slowly, holding Alucard tightly to him, he rolls them both onto their sides. For a little while he stays like that, just holding him tightly. But slowly he lets his grip loosen, returns to stroking Alucard's hair. ]
Let me show you what it does to me, seeing you like this.
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Please. I want to see.
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Slowly, he draws a hand down himself to indicate where Alucard ought to be looking. From the slight flush of his cheeks and down his neck. Over his chest and the mess smeared across his stomach, taking care to coat his hand in the stuff as he moves it down further. He's hard - heck, he's not far off coming himself - and he draws in breath slowly as he takes himself in hand. ]
Look. Look what you do to me. How it makes me, knowing you love me.
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