[Alucard doesn't flop on the mattress, nor does he exactly stay still. Trevor's free to keep towering over him, but the dhampir's going to prop himself up on his forearms, aware that he looks like a display like this. Especially when his trousers are finally gone, showing his half-hardness and keen eyes that want to fix that soon thank you.
But oh. The minute Trevor's shirt is off? That's the moment where Alucard sits up more. Where Alucard leans in as much as he can, just to press his lips to that perfect chest.]
Mmmm.
[It's a noise pressed right up against Trevor's chest, warm and wanting.]
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But oh. The minute Trevor's shirt is off? That's the moment where Alucard sits up more. Where Alucard leans in as much as he can, just to press his lips to that perfect chest.]
Mmmm.
[It's a noise pressed right up against Trevor's chest, warm and wanting.]