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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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[dhamphirs]

I like pulling your hair.

[He likes baring Trevor's throat, actually, in part because it's attractive and in part because-- well. He's hungry. He's a vampire. It's not complex. But though he runs his fingers through Trevor's hair, he doesn't yank, not yet. The touch is almost sweet, honestly.]

But I'd settle for washing it, if it meant you'd take a bath.

[pratfall]

For a moment there you were almost charming.

[The hand in his hair is nice, however. Keep doing that. He has to look up a little at Alucard anyway, at this angle, so the whole throat-baring thing is almost there just by design. He isn't thinking about it, really.]

It's not my fault we keep camping out in these horrible shitholes.

[dhamphirs]

[Would Trevor ever let him feed off him? Probably not, he thinks, but there's a part that remains hopeful. It would be . . . it would be something, hot and interesting and fascinating, the greatest show of trust, and he's fantasized about it more than once.

But not tonight. Instead: he indulges his oral fetish by diving down, kissing him abruptly, swiftly, fingers tightening in his hair. It's not a sudden prelude to sex, but it is hungry, and it's up for debate what exactly he's hungry for. Only once he's temporarily sated does he murmur against his lips:]

So take a bath with me at the next half-decent inn.

[pratfall]

[Oh, and that's dangerous— not in the literal way, the way Alucard's teeth and his vampiric strength are dangerous, no. Not like that. Kissing him like that is a danger to Trevor's good sense, what little is left of it; it's hot and sudden and overwhelming, leaving him gaping dumbly at him for a couple heartbeats when their lips break apart. A few more kisses like that and Alucard could persuade Trevor to do... well, a lot of things, not anything-- but close.

To wit, he's nodding before he fully comes back to the conversation. Er-]

Alright. [hah... okay, now he can Smirk again,] Whatever you want, little prince.

[ooh, scathing!!]

[dhamphirs]

[He lets out a soft noise, and it's anyone's guess if it's pleased or irritated. Both, maybe, grumbly in a pleased sort of way-- less because of the nickname and more because he likes the way Trevor drawling out such a thing makes him feel. But he covers for it with another kiss, and another, searing things that take and take, his fingers knotting in his shirt, tongue (tentatively, though Trevor might not realize it) sweeping forward, hard pushes and eager pulls.

He has no need to breathe, after all. And god knows when they'll be able to do this again, so best to glutton himself while he still can.

And when he's sated, his voice is low and he murmurs:]

Is that right. Anything I want? You're going to serve me, Belmont?

[pratfall]

[For his part, Trevor is delighted about Alucard's grumbling, grinning at him even more before their mouths connect again. He's ready for this kind of kiss this time, at least more than a moment ago, so the way he kisses back like a man drowning whose only air is Alucard is likely just the best he can do on short notice. Surely. He's not invested in things like little grumbles, in Alucard's actual satisfaction with this thing they've started.

Totally not. Does not even like him. Kisses him like he'll never kiss another person again because that's just how people kiss, certainly.]

No, but you could ask nicely and I'll think about it when we get there.

[dhamphirs]

[He laughs softly, and it's not the derisive, nasty thing it might have been before. Just pleased; giddily amused because his lips ache and his mouth tastes good and for just this moment, he's happy.]

Please, Trevor.

[His voice is pitched low, a teasing vibration rumbling in his chest. He's teasing, though he also squirms a little against his thigh, so like . . . what is the truth, Adrian.]

[pratfall]

[What is the truth, you beautiful bastard?? What is it? Trevor makes a face, one that would accompany a scolding finger wag if he was willing to take his hands off Alucard's ass right now, which-- he isn't! So that's how that's going.

But seriously, his definitely iron will is being tested here, thanks to this squirming menace.]

I think you can be nicer than that.

[dhamphirs]

[Maybe he likes testing Trevor's will. Or maybe-- and this is more likely the truth-- maybe he's flying by the seat of his leather pants right now, wildly fumbling, pushing an arrogant facade because it's easier than admitting he doesn't know what he's doing and that he isn't sure how to get what he wants. Maybe he's just alternating between good sense and heady lust, desperate for things whose shape he only barely grasps.

He's a teenager, after all. Not bodily, but at least a little mentally. Sypha hadn't been wrong there.]

What would you prefer, hm? Please is fairly polite as it is.

[pratfall]

[Sooner or later they may have to stop posturing like this, all the time. The back-and-forth is... well it's often very annoying, but when it isn't, like now, Trevor does enjoy it. But sooner or later they'll have to admit that they're both lonely, and despite themselves and their moody, bullshit attitudes, there is something between them besides only lust.

But that's hard. Trevor hums and gives Alucard's ass a nice, fond pat. Back to the other thing.]

That's just a word. You really have to sell it, Alucard.

[dhamphirs]

[Christ. His cock jerks, his hips rocking down instinctively. He liked that, clearly, though his expression doesn't change a bit. His mouth opens--

--and then all at once he exhales harshly, sitting back, releasing him.]

If you can earn it in the bath, Belmont, perhaps you'll hear me really sell it.

[pratfall]

[Hold on, don't go so soon. Trevor can't help but be disappointed when Alucard puts distance between them, even with his hands still firmly planted on his ass. Don't be sour...]

Is this before or after you act like I've never bathed in my life?

[He wants to be ready for it.]

I do, you know. Bathe.

[dhamphirs]

I wouldn't be sitting in your lap if I truly thought you never had.

[It's undeniable that it's been a decent while, though. As much as he . . . very much likes Trevor, and he can admit that much in the safety of his own mind, the man needs a bath.

It's something he's thought about a lot, honestly. If asked, he'll claim it's just because he wants to be rid of that smell-- but honestly, how could anyone resist the thought? Trevor Belmont, stripped out of that ridiculous cloak, all hard muscle and scars, skin slick with water, hair sticking to his neck . . . and then of course Alucard, climbing in atop him, sitting just like this with far less between them.

Yes, he's thought about this a lot. He's honestly half-tempted to drag him to a stream, but the fantasy really only works in a tub full of hot water, so he stays put instead.

But he's going to want to fuck again if he keeps sitting here. With a reluctant sort of sigh he twitches his hips, a nonverbal little indication for Trevor to release him that, coincidentally, sort of pushes his ass back up into his hand.]

Go dream of my fingers in your hair, Belmont.

[He flashes him a grin. He quite likes saying double-entendres, thanks. But before Trevor can sulk, she leans in, kissing his cheek. It's almost sweet; it's also immediately followed by him rapidly standing, heading for his spot by the wagon.]