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☆ caught in the rain meme ☆ little steps meme ☆ affectionate physical contact meme ☆ picture prompt also acceptable but link them so it's tidy ☆ AU ideas: soulmates AU, reincarnation AU, Bad End AU, canon divergent/roleswap AU, dorky college AU, crossover AU, super indulgent high fantasy AU ☆ melodrama is ultimate tier ★ SHIPPING AND FILTHY THINGS: ☆ non-fluffy relationship types I'm down for: codependent, master/servant power imbalance type ships, "we're bad for each other but worse for anyone else," other things I am failing to think of tbh ☆ things I won't rp: noncon (includes "dubcon"), incest, tsundere shit if your tsundere is just verbally abusive, gratuitous torture porn, you'll probably have to ask me about harder kinks and they will vary by character ☆ I don't have a kink list so pitch me an idea if u thirsty ☆ if you would prefer a locked post I can also make that happen

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[pratfall]

[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...

Well take it slow, tiger.]

[dhamphirs]

[The instant his name slips past Trevor's lips, his lips replace his teeth. He doesn't stop, but there's no hint of sharpness anymore-- though his tongue darts out, sliding lightly against his pulsepoint. His fingers keep moving, languid in their ministrations, content to sate him without actually satisfying him.]

How long has it been, hm?

[Focus on that, instead. The iron grip he has on Alucard's hip, the stutter of his heated breath . . . oh, it's been a long while.]

[pratfall]

[It's been long enough, and Trevor grinds his teeth in frustration for it. Alucard has given no sign that he'll go further than groping him through his trousers, and that's good, god is that good, it's embarrassing how eager he finds himself, ready to rock his hips against Alucard's hand until he's satisfied himself--]

Too long, [is what he says, and that's honest, so please appreciate it. He slides his other hand around Alucard's waist to his back, then down to grope his ass and press up with the thigh Alucard is still straddling. Something occurs to him then, so naturally he has to run his mouth about it:]

You've been asleep for a year, and living at home with dear old dad before that... Have you ever--?

[dhamphirs]

[Um.

There's just a moment of hesitation, a half-second's pause that lasts too long. Um, interrupted by the filthy (literally, god, has he even washed that hand) hand that snakes down and grabs at him. It's a hell of a feeling, more than enough to leave him squirming; he grinds back down, rocking his hips.

He's unfairly graceful about it, but he's unfairly graceful about everything. The fluidity with which he moves is no indicator of experience-- and confidence is easy to fake, especially with Trevor, especially when you can smell someone's attraction towards you.]

Do you want an itemized list?

[pratfall]

[He brushed his hands off on his pants which is the most Alucard is getting out of him while he's still dressed, thanks much. Trevor grins, unreasonably pleased by the way Alucard squirms in his lap, as if this is a competition and he's finally made it into the running.

Still, this other thing-- he really, really wants to know it now. He can focus on several things at once; Alucard's hand on him and the needy rock of his hips and whether or not Alucard, son of Dracula, is a goddamned virgin. Please, he has to know--]

Yes, actually. That would be great.

[dhamphirs]

[He's not embarrassed, all right? It's nothing to be ashamed about. He's twenty, that's plenty of time to find a wife (or husband). No one is married at their age, despite what modern scholars seem to think of this time period. Sure, most men have fucked one or two people by now, but just because he hasn't doesn't mean anything's wrong.

Anyway, it's not as if he had a booming social life. Sometimes he'd go with his mother and visit the peasants, but he'd never made friends. And taking a girl out behind a bar seemed so . . . impersonal.

Look, the point is . . . the point is, there's nothing to be embarrassed about, but nor does he want to say it, because Trevor will make it into a Thing. So. Shut up.]

Later.

[It's a low growl, a rumble felt against Trevor's throat as much as it's heard. Not influential, not magic, but a predator's growl, warning of danger at worst and mild irritation at best. It reaches into most human hindbrains and sends them running.

Trevor isn't most humans.

He sighs pointedly and rocks his hips down again, his palm pressing harder. Trevor isn't the only one stiff and eager; each slow grind of his hips leaves him biting back shudders, and he thinks he could honestly get off just from this, heat and pressure and a hard leg between his.]

[pratfall]

[Oh-- oh, he is a virgin, how delightful. Sure, there's nothing innately wrong with that, and Trevor's storied past of a few ruinous mistakes in cheap inns is objectively more embarrassing, if they're being honest, but sometimes he has the maturity of a teenager and this is definitely one of those times. It's going to be such a Thing.

But later, like Alucard insists, low and animal against his skin, and there's a definite danger there that Trevor knows like the back of his hand. The danger his family wrote about and told stories about, a reminder that Alucard is a fucking vampire and really-- well, being the last Belmont means no one is going to catch him at a family gathering and berate him for the way that almost bestial growl goes straight to his groin.

Goddamn it, Alucard.]

Alright, [he says, and squeezes Alucard closer. The still rather gaping wound on his chest, while neatly wrapped, stops him from doing much besides pressing up into Alucard's hand, but it doesn't matter. It's been so long and he's spent half this trip thinking up ways to fuck Alucard against the nearest available surface, he's a spring of sexual tension wound far too tightly.]

Try not to make a mess.

[dhamphirs]

[At least he can feel Trevor's cock actually twitch beneath his hand as he growls; that's something to hold on to later, when the man is merciless in his teasing. It's as pleasing as it is amusing, and he wishes they had the proper space to do this-- in a bed, with warmth and lights and not in front of their beloved third companion, who will assuredly be upset if she wakes up. ]

You're one to talk.

[It's just as low, though there's no accompanying growl. Possibly because it's not entirely inaccurate; he's outright straining against his leather trousers, each buck of his hips more intense than the last, needy for the pressure he provides.

He wants to stop, sort of-- not because he's not enjoying this, but because he is, and he's either going to lose his good sense and ride Belmont for all he's worth or just come in his pants, and either scenario isn't great. But there's also the added pressure of not coming in second, the virgin stopping before the experienced one does, so--

He jerks back, staring down at Trevor, as his hand slows.]

You're going to open your wound.

[pratfall]

[This is not another ruinous mistake, Trevor thinks, at least not yet-- there's always the chance of something going horribly wrong, but at the moment it's going rather well. Maybe well enough for him to admit that, yes, he gives a shit about Alucard and did even before he was rocking desperately against his thigh and looking far too pretty about it.

Maybe. If he comes in his pants he knows he'll never live it down, but the steadily mounting need to feel as much of Alucard as he can puts all other thoughts of the sort-of-immediate future out of his mind. He has half a mind to hook an arm under him and get up, find a tree to pin Alucard against, assuming he can lift him the first place (probably, Alucard might be strong but that doesn't mean he's considerably slimmer than Trevor himself--)]

Christ— What?

[The sudden- not stop, but drop in intensity makes him blink stupidly at Alucard for a moment, mouth open like he doesn't even know what those words mean in that order. He looks down. Interesting concern, but consider this instead: he's really hot and bothered now.]

No, I'm... not?

[dhamphirs]

You're going to.

[That's more insistent than he ever normally gets, but he's still straddling Trevor's thigh and that's a very distracting fact. He shifts a little and doesn't regret it in the least, though he probably shouldn't have.]

I didn't bandage you just so you could undo all my work.

[But this isn't working, and Trevor might take this as an abrupt rejection. So he glances over towards where Sypha sleeps, and adds meaningfully:]

And this isn't an ideal circumstance.

[pratfall]

[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.]

Are you going to tell me now?

[dhamphirs]

[He feels a little bad, but not very. He's just as hard, after all; they're both suffering right now. But the way Trevor leans against him is rather nice, even if he sorely misses his hand on his ass.

Ah, well. Some other time. For the moment, he stares at nothing, content to sit like this.

Until Trevor speaks, and he exhales impatiently.]

Are you so obsessed with knowing I haven't bedded anyone yet?

[That's a nice way to put it.]

[pratfall]

I'm just making conversation.

[Now that they're cruelly depriving themselves, and so on. The grin is audible in his voice despite having his face hidden from view, because he is terrible and immature and goddamn loves that the virgin Alucard crawled into his lap to fumble around his first time, even if they didn't finish what they started.

So yes, yes he is very invested in this, which is an even nicer way of putting it. Now that he's just holding Alucard close without trying to get him off, it's bordering too much on soft and affectionate, so he's compelled to be more of an asshole. Funny how that works.]

Don't get sore about it, Alucard.

[dhamphirs]

I'm not sore.

[Yes he is. Sulky is another good word for it, though he's noticeably not pulling away in the least. He even shifts, settling in more, resting his own chin on Trevor's shoulder, matching him lazily.]

I just don't see why it matters.

[pratfall]

[This is more comfortable than he imagined it'd be, considering the perfect storm of injury and lingering arousal and Alucard being a prick going on right now. Trevor doesn't complain, though, simply sighs and winds his other arm around Alucard's waist as well.]

It doesn't. But I wanted to know.

[That's the truth of it, in the end. He'll still be a jerk about it whenever it suits him, but never mind that.]

You did seem to know what you were doing, though.

[dhamphirs]

It wasn't as if I was acting on a random whim. I have thought about this.

[He lifts the other shoulder, a half-shrug.]

And vampires are naturally graceful. A little grinding in your lap wasn't difficult.

[Even if his ears are a little red. Not a lot, he's not outright stammering or anything like that, but this isn't nearly as easy or effortless as he's trying to make it sound.]

[pratfall]

[Oh my god, shut up about how hot vampires are, he's noticed. It's his own personal curse.]

Hold on, go back. You've thought about this? You've been thinking about me? This whole time!

[Could've been a little nicer to him, then!! There's a light tease in how he says it, but not as much as the virgin thing-- mostly because there's a little shitty Belmont self-esteem in there, too.]

[dhamphirs]

Not the entire time. Around as long as you've been looking at me, Trevor.

[Don't pin this all on him . . . he tips his head, nipping lightly at his jaw again, teasing and admonishing. A beat, and with a grin he slips his hand down, rubbing pointedly against his cock, amused despite himself at how hard he is.]

So . . . perhaps about the time I pinned you to the floor.

[pratfall]

[Trevor tenses just slightly when Alucard touches him again, if only because this is starting to count as mixed messages. Of course he's still hard, he still has Alucard in his lap, for starters--]

Oh, so the whole time minus ten minutes, give or take.

[So the whole time, and he's not going to confirm or deny how long he's wanted Alucard like this, if only because it's probably an embarrassing amount of time and... he doesn't remember consciously thinking about it, really. More like it blindsided him one day and suddenly several errant thoughts made a lot more sense, and shut up, Alucard, the end.

He will, however, squeeze his ass again, although not as desperately as he was doing before. This is a flirtatious ass-squeeze.]

[dhamphirs]

[So the whole time, yeah, pretty much. He arches his back, pushing back into his hand-- yes, he definitely likes that, keep doing that, though he pulls his hand away once more, resting it against Trevor's shoulder.]

And yourself?

[pratfall]

[How many mixed messages can one man take... It's alright; Trevor still enjoys the way Alucard responds to something as base and simple as hands on his ass- and it is a nice ass- so, sure. He'll do this.]

You really want to know? [Fair's fair, not that Trevor particularly believes in that in this exact moment--] Fine, fine. The same, more or less.

[Ugh... sexy vampires, the bane of his existence.]

[dhamphirs]

[Just because he wants Trevor's hands on his ass doesn't mean he wants to have sex, god, let him enjoy it for what it is.

Anyway. Time for some revenge of his own. Or re-revenge, or whatever.]

So you like being pinned down and made helpless. Is that right?

[pratfall]

[Now hold on, hold on— he makes a face, indignant, like he somehow didn't see this coming, and can't stop the blush creeping up over his face. Stop. Shut up.]

When you put it like that, no, definitely not. [....] I could have gutted you, that's not helpless.

[dhamphirs]

So that's a yes.

[His grin sharpens, and he pulls back, smirking down at him. Forget all that virginity talk; he's got the upper hand again, even if he's still perched in his lap.]

You should have said, Trevor. Shall I yank your hair again?

[pratfall]

Bastard. That wasn't even close to a yes.

[Oh, it was. Trevor doesn't want to stop and get into the psychology of it- the guy who subjugates monsters with whips wanting to be a little subjugated himself, no thank you, he doesn't need that personal reflection right now. It's much easier to just make faces at Alucard, embarrassed but still not shoving him away. Like the sexier version of all the times Sypha teases him.]

Don't pull my hair.