[He's infuriating, Alucard— intelligent and attractive and arrogant, obnoxious, smug, take your pick. All of them rolled into one even now, softened around the edges only by the surprisingly gentle way he leans into Trevor. He notices, of course, and notices much more the insistent pressure of Alucard's hand against him. A sharp intake of breath betrays just how long it's been since someone's touched him like this, let alone someone he's had more than a three-minute conversation with.
He lets go of Alucard's wrist to squeeze his hip again, harder, digging in with his fingertips to stop himself making too much noise over such a simple touch. And Sypha is just nearby, close enough to still be visible in the fading firelight, and he'd rather explain this to her when she inevitably finds out later, not during.]
Alucard— [he speaks in a low voice, not quite a warning. At this point he has to honestly admit that he trusts Alucard not to snap and rip both his and Sypha's throats out, but every Belmont nerve in his body screams in protest the moment he feels teeth. The rest of his nerves are pretty damn on board with all of it if the speed he's starting to get hard is any indication, but...
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He lets go of Alucard's wrist to squeeze his hip again, harder, digging in with his fingertips to stop himself making too much noise over such a simple touch. And Sypha is just nearby, close enough to still be visible in the fading firelight, and he'd rather explain this to her when she inevitably finds out later, not during.]
Alucard— [he speaks in a low voice, not quite a warning. At this point he has to honestly admit that he trusts Alucard not to snap and rip both his and Sypha's throats out, but every Belmont nerve in his body screams in protest the moment he feels teeth. The rest of his nerves are pretty damn on board with all of it if the speed he's starting to get hard is any indication, but...
Well take it slow, tiger.]