[Well, it may be the most obvious way to take both their minds off how miserable they are, but that doesn't mean it isn't working when Alucard grinds down against him. He's infuriating, Trevor thinks, all lean muscle and built like he's been carved out of fucking marble. It is actually quite annoying how good he looks like that, grinding against Trevor's thigh like it was put on this godforsaken earth solely for Alucard to make use of it, Jesus Christ--]
Is that what we're calling it now? Inspiration, he says...
[He lets go of Alucard's waist to trace fingers down his arm, closing around his wrist, but he isn't pulling his hand away in the slightest. The opposite, in fact, as he presses himself against Alucard's hand with a slow exhale. Even if they go no further than even this, it feels good just to be touched by someone else.
'Someone else' being his egregiously attractive jerkass vampire companion is immaterial, for now.]
Alright then, big shot. Inspire me, why don't you.
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Is that what we're calling it now? Inspiration, he says...
[He lets go of Alucard's waist to trace fingers down his arm, closing around his wrist, but he isn't pulling his hand away in the slightest. The opposite, in fact, as he presses himself against Alucard's hand with a slow exhale. Even if they go no further than even this, it feels good just to be touched by someone else.
'Someone else' being his egregiously attractive jerkass vampire companion is immaterial, for now.]
Alright then, big shot. Inspire me, why don't you.