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[quickwhip]

[ 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. ]

[cryptsleeper]

[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.]