[Oh. Oh those jaw kisses are everything right now. The way Trevor's face and stubble brushes so close to his mouth, but Alucard can't catch him in a kiss. The fact he's finally hard, thanks to all of Trevor's efforts. The overwhelming wonderfulness of it all.
He sighs around those wonderful fingers, so content. Closes his eyes, and--
--and then there's Trevor's question. The response comes, but it's muffled around Trevor's fingers.]
[ That's what he likes to hear and he pulls Alucard a little closer with a grin on his lips as he keeps touching him. Keeps stroking him. Keeps kissing and nipping and showering him in affection however he can. Because for as rough of a guy as he is, he has his moments. Moments like these between them. ]
God, I hope so.
[ He breathes that out with a moan against Alucard's chin before he comes to pull the dhampir closer and he straightens up himself. Hand curving under a pale calf, he pushes that leg up and lets his lips brush over pale soft skin, pressing one open-mouthed kiss after another along the inside of Alucard's thigh, humming to himself as he does so. ]
[ A teasing poke at himself as he ghosts the tips of his fingers along the inside of that thigh, lips brushing a few more open-mouthed kisses to soft, pale skin. ]
You want a little more or just want me to get right to it?
Something like tha--[The word is swallowed up in a loud moan.
Trevor's good at pinging what makes the dhampir weakest at any given moment. It makes sense, given that he's a Belmont and all, but still. It leaves him like this. A glorious mess of hair and noise, full of want.]
As you like...
[If he wants to tease just a little more, Alucard ain't gonna stop him.]
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He sighs around those wonderful fingers, so content. Closes his eyes, and--
--and then there's Trevor's question. The response comes, but it's muffled around Trevor's fingers.]
Yes.
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God, I hope so.
[ He breathes that out with a moan against Alucard's chin before he comes to pull the dhampir closer and he straightens up himself. Hand curving under a pale calf, he pushes that leg up and lets his lips brush over pale soft skin, pressing one open-mouthed kiss after another along the inside of Alucard's thigh, humming to himself as he does so. ]
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[It's a breathy little whine of anticipation. One that grows louder when Trevor straightens up.]
Fuck, you should see what you look like from this angle.
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[ A teasing poke at himself as he ghosts the tips of his fingers along the inside of that thigh, lips brushing a few more open-mouthed kisses to soft, pale skin. ]
You want a little more or just want me to get right to it?
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Trevor's good at pinging what makes the dhampir weakest at any given moment. It makes sense, given that he's a Belmont and all, but still. It leaves him like this. A glorious mess of hair and noise, full of want.]
As you like...
[If he wants to tease just a little more, Alucard ain't gonna stop him.]