[He grins against his lips, amused in the best possible way. Perhaps he guesses where Trevor's thoughts lie. Certainly he's forcibly preventing his own thoughts from flitting in that direction; this trip is depressing enough as it is without thoughts of grief and patricide to color his makeout session with a fucking Belmont.
But thank god, Trevor says something.]
Not as high as it could be.
[He grinds down pointedly, rocking himself against Trevor's thigh with a disgusting amount of grace. No one should be able to fuck themselves on someone else with that amount of grace, but here they are, and Alucard is a flashy bastard at the worst of times. His eyes snap up, and he nips at his bottom lip as he adds:]
Or maybe you need more direct inspiration?
[One hand flits down, and-- ah, hello, there's the front of his trousers. He isn't hard yet, but he will be. And maybe they'll fuck and maybe they won't, but there's no harm in teasing, right?]
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But thank god, Trevor says something.]
Not as high as it could be.
[He grinds down pointedly, rocking himself against Trevor's thigh with a disgusting amount of grace. No one should be able to fuck themselves on someone else with that amount of grace, but here they are, and Alucard is a flashy bastard at the worst of times. His eyes snap up, and he nips at his bottom lip as he adds:]
Or maybe you need more direct inspiration?
[One hand flits down, and-- ah, hello, there's the front of his trousers. He isn't hard yet, but he will be. And maybe they'll fuck and maybe they won't, but there's no harm in teasing, right?]