[Alucard's weight in his lap is barely anything, if he's being honest, but it's just enough for Trevor to appreciate. He isn't thinking about things like where and when to grind against Alucard or what he'd look like bare, pale skin lit only by a dying fire and the moonlight. He's thought about that kind of thing plenty of times already-- more than a handful of nights spent staring at the sky instead of sleeping, mind stuck on a loop of Sypha and Alucard and all manner of things to do with them concurrent and consecutive, over and over--
But this is not that; this is something different, maybe a prelude or maybe not, Alucard in his arms and not giving him attitude for once. Trevor kisses him slowly, chest tightening from the same abrupt awareness of just how lonely they both are. Neither of them have anyone left, not really, and the feeling is so oppressive Trevor feels like they might just sink into the earth from the weight of their combined solitude.
Not a great emotion for kissing, he thinks. His shoulders shake with a silent laugh, sick of his own self-deprecating for once, and he tugs Alucard closer in his lap.
When the kiss reaches its natural end he murmurs, still close to Alucard's lips,] Now how's my pulse?
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But this is not that; this is something different, maybe a prelude or maybe not, Alucard in his arms and not giving him attitude for once. Trevor kisses him slowly, chest tightening from the same abrupt awareness of just how lonely they both are. Neither of them have anyone left, not really, and the feeling is so oppressive Trevor feels like they might just sink into the earth from the weight of their combined solitude.
Not a great emotion for kissing, he thinks. His shoulders shake with a silent laugh, sick of his own self-deprecating for once, and he tugs Alucard closer in his lap.
When the kiss reaches its natural end he murmurs, still close to Alucard's lips,] Now how's my pulse?
[wreck him]