[ 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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[ 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.