[What the fuck, Alucard? Trevor gives him another long look, disbelieving, but after a moment he lets go his iron grip on Alucard's ass and rests his hand on his waist more... calmly, as it were. This is a pretty clear no, at least for the time being, and while he is going to be awkwardly hard until he deals with it himself or rolls into an icy lake, that is apparently that.
Alucard is the worst. Trevor sighs, glancing over at Sypha himself before he plunks his head uselessly on Alucard's shoulder. Shut the fuck up, he gets to do this since he's being blueballed mercilessly.]
Remember when I said you were the worst? I meant it, really and truly.
[No. Kind of. He'll tell himself to be content with the implication that there's a next time on the table. You know what will make him feel less cruelly cockblocked? Virgin gossip.]
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Alucard is the worst. Trevor sighs, glancing over at Sypha himself before he plunks his head uselessly on Alucard's shoulder. Shut the fuck up, he gets to do this since he's being blueballed mercilessly.]
Remember when I said you were the worst? I meant it, really and truly.
[No. Kind of. He'll tell himself to be content with the implication that there's a next time on the table. You know what will make him feel less cruelly cockblocked? Virgin gossip.]
Are you going to tell me now?