[In the end, it is easy to reduce Alucard to a puddle of sensation and adoration. Just be gentle and show affection, and he pays it back in kind. Oh, there's a million reasons for it - the relationship he grew up watching and how it modeled what he thinks love looks like, the fact he is far more sensitive than he lets on, the Sypha shaped hole between the two of them - but it manifests the same. A dhampir who wants to be held and hold onto in equal measure.
So the speed that Trevor moves at is perfection. It draws a loud, happy groan from that dhampir that is pressed against Trevor's shoulder, reverberating as much as it possibly can against cold skin. There's a little bit of greed with Alucard's hips bucking up as well, but fuck.
Fingers move up and down Trevor's spine, brushing against his hair but never pulling.]
Yes.
[Not that he probably needs to confirm that this is the exact kind of boning he wanted.]
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So the speed that Trevor moves at is perfection. It draws a loud, happy groan from that dhampir that is pressed against Trevor's shoulder, reverberating as much as it possibly can against cold skin. There's a little bit of greed with Alucard's hips bucking up as well, but fuck.
Fingers move up and down Trevor's spine, brushing against his hair but never pulling.]
Yes.
[Not that he probably needs to confirm that this is the exact kind of boning he wanted.]