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Reconnecting, I'd say.

[Time apart is still time apart, and the changes on Trevor's end are far worse when coupled with the loss of Sypha. They probably should have done this a while ago.

Alucard keeps up the barage of kisses to Trevor's neck, matching the nips Trevor leaves with his own. The dhampir still has his fangs, and he has no reason not to use them in this moment. Except for when the softer noises become big groans pressed against Trevor's skin, hot breath and hard cock both up against the vampire.]

How much looser do you need me to be?

[Alucard resents himself sometimes for taking so long to be ready for these things. He wants to move on but now, although rushing is the worst possible idea.]

It's called being considerate for your ass.

[ JUST TELLING IT LIKE IT IS?? But he only lets his fingers brush within him for a little longer before he comes to slip them out, lips latching onto a patch of pale skin, mindful of fangs as he sucks, a mark left behind as he pulls back. ]

It's a very nice ass and I would hate to wreck it or you.

[ Wearing a bit of a grin on his lips, he pushes the blond back and presses the tip of his slicked cock against that hole he so desperately wants to be in. But, patience... patience. Alucard wants this sweet and slow, not quick and dirty. So, with lips lingering near the shell of an ear, he hums as he smooths a hand along a pale leg and hikes it up around him a bit. Just to make this a little easier. ]

If I get too into it, I'll bite the pillow.

[ And with that given in terms of his assuring him he'll do his best to keep this sweet and gentle, he's careful in the way he nudges himself at first, before finally easing himself inside the blond with a groan. ]

[The mark left is puckered and red against Alucard's pale skin, and there's no instant healing as there might be back home. Hickies actually take, and that feels like a small wonder in and of itself some days.

But there's no time to focus on that. As Trevor makes his way in, Alucard spreads everything he can to make that easier. When Trevor hikes his leg up, Alucard makes sure he goes the extra mile, all but attaching to Trevor's hip. It is a movement that comes with a lower groan than before, because fuck. The anticipation as it blossoms into Trevor entering him is overwhelming.]

Shame it has no nutritional value.

[He says it with a bright laugh, before he wiggles just a little to help Trevor in.]

[ No matter how hard (heh) he tries, he can't bite back the breathless Fuck- that spills from his lips at how nice and good it feels to be wrapped up in Alucard like this again. His mind swims and he can feel the pinpricks of the blond's own emotions ghosting along his skin and soul as he presses himself against him and just holds there for a moment, savoring it and him.

Despite whoever else he ends up sleeping with (which is like two people really), they never feel as inviting or welcoming as Alucard somehow always seems to and he has to wonder if it's, in part, due to what they feel for and have with each other. You know... love and all that. At least he can feel it again now. Whereas before, it had been so dulled with the separation from one another. Almost as if it were a small flickering flame fighting tiredly to not go out.

But now he feels the blond in so many different ways and it takes everything within him to not let his more carnal desires take over in this moment and, instead, remain in what control he can muster with his dick inside the blond. Which, speaking of, he wastes no time then in starting up a rhythm between them, careful in the way he pulls himself out just enough to make the blond think he will... only to ease himself back in in one, hard stroke of his cock. Just nice and slow. Like Alucard wanted. ]

[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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