[ 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.
[The contrast is always the most clear in moments like this. It is also one of the few times that Alucard doesn't hyper focus on those very same differences, because his mind makes it impossible to do so. There is only Trevor's current state and his own, and both of them so very, very wrapped up in it.
Seeing Trevor this undone is an awful lot, and a shame that Alucard's already spent. Oh, there will be other moments. Other times when Trevor's this hard with so much of Alucard already smeared over him, sweaty and beautiful and so, so perfect.]
[ He's slow as he moves his hand. Partly to put on a show, mostly because he needs to pace himself at least a little. He wants to cherish this. Cherish the sensation of stroking himself with a hand slick with Alucard. Of being able to feel every last detail impossibly sharply. To cherish the way it feels to have Alucard watch him, enchanted. He wants to burn it all into his memory so he can pull it back in perfect detail while they're gone. ]
[Stop watching, he means. Alucard's hand shakily reaches out, coming to lazily and tiredly rest on Trevor's hip. For this, he wants at least a little contact. Trevor should have that, after all he's done.
And all he's doing. Because it is a lot to watch Trevor stroke himself, a little part of the alchemist still clinging to his hand. To know all of this is because of him, and feel not one ounce of shame or guilt because of it.]
[ It's the smallest contact, but it's what pushes him over the edge. Alucard reaching out for him. Closing the space between them. His back arches again as he lets go with a long moan that ends as just breath. Too-heavy breath, and a heart thumping like a drum.
It takes him a moment to come down, and he spends the time staring over at Alucard through glazed eyes. ]
So that- [ He manages eventually, his voice still a little too breathy. ] -that's how things are going to be. Whenever I need blood, with your leave.
[Alucard's thumb rubs small circles over Trevor's hip when the Belmont finishes. It's so careful. So much not wanting to overwhelm him, but needing to touch him again. Trevor's one of the best things that's happened to him. He needs to know that.]
We're agreed.
[That's an excuse to inch closer to him. To snug himself close to Trevor again, and to make the agreement something closer to a promise. Alucard kisses Trevor slowly and carefully. He can't overwhelm this perfect dhampir.]
[ He doesn't deepen the kiss but instead murmurs something against it. Something overly sappy, if the look on his face is any indication. His arms coil around Alucard, pulling him close. ]
Thank you. [ It's still against his lips, soft and a little worn. ] For coming back.
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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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Seeing Trevor this undone is an awful lot, and a shame that Alucard's already spent. Oh, there will be other moments. Other times when Trevor's this hard with so much of Alucard already smeared over him, sweaty and beautiful and so, so perfect.]
What does the end result look like?
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[ He's slow as he moves his hand. Partly to put on a show, mostly because he needs to pace himself at least a little. He wants to cherish this. Cherish the sensation of stroking himself with a hand slick with Alucard. Of being able to feel every last detail impossibly sharply. To cherish the way it feels to have Alucard watch him, enchanted. He wants to burn it all into his memory so he can pull it back in perfect detail while they're gone. ]
Shit. I'm close. Don't stop watching.
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[Stop watching, he means. Alucard's hand shakily reaches out, coming to lazily and tiredly rest on Trevor's hip. For this, he wants at least a little contact. Trevor should have that, after all he's done.
And all he's doing. Because it is a lot to watch Trevor stroke himself, a little part of the alchemist still clinging to his hand. To know all of this is because of him, and feel not one ounce of shame or guilt because of it.]
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It takes him a moment to come down, and he spends the time staring over at Alucard through glazed eyes. ]
So that- [ He manages eventually, his voice still a little too breathy. ] -that's how things are going to be. Whenever I need blood, with your leave.
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We're agreed.
[That's an excuse to inch closer to him. To snug himself close to Trevor again, and to make the agreement something closer to a promise. Alucard kisses Trevor slowly and carefully. He can't overwhelm this perfect dhampir.]
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Thank you. [ It's still against his lips, soft and a little worn. ] For coming back.
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I'll always come back.
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And whatever I did to deserve you, I’ll keep on doing it as long as I can.