[With a sigh, he relaxes against Trevor all the more easily with the fingers roaming through his hair. He smiles to himself, then chuckles softly.]
I don't think you can manage with me, but it is poor Sypha's stomach that I would be concerned about. Perhaps it would be a nice way to surprise her, your sudden ability to properly roast meat.
On top of my sudden ability to communicate my feelings, you mean?
[He's -- teasing, mostly. He still doesn't think he's all that good at it, but at least he's trying, not just blindly fumbling through like he would've done if it had just been the three of them in Wallachia, existing in the strange vacuum of intimacy that was their life.]
[He pushes aside the desire to say he's sure grown men don't just wake up in the middle of the night breathless with nightmare, still, and instead lets his head tip back as Alucard nuzzles him.
He sighs, his other hand coming to fiddle with the collar of Alucard's shirt. It's absent play, mostly distraction. He doesn't want to leave here for a while, now that the near-silence between them isn't so tense as it once was.]
[He hums, allowing him to touch as he'd like. It doesn't have to become anything radically intimate; any attention that Trevor gives him is deeply welcome, after all.]
[There are few things in his life left for Trevor Belmont to cry over.
Feeling accepted, though, really accepted, the way that Alucard is saying -- it makes the corners of his eyes burn, and he buries his face in the dhampir's hair to mask it.]
Then I'll always be a happy man. And you have my word of the same.
It does truly warm his heart to hear that. Alucard shuts his eyes, squeezing Trevor's hand gently, as if determined to ground himself.]
All right.
[And he smiles, content to himself. It was one thing to have Father's blessing, more or less. It's another to know and actually hear Trevor's words as well.
[Trevor's glad for the hand squeezing his, for the presence of everything they have here right now.
He knows it might not last here, might not even carry over to their home, but -- the fact that he has it, at least he knows it's possible.]
Let me take you to bed.
[He shifts, leans in to press a kiss to Alucard's temple. He does just mean 'to the bed', this time -- as much as he enjoys being intimate with the dhampir, right now he just wants to keep holding him.]
[Much the same for Alucard, he will always be glad to steal intimate moments with Trevor and relish how to make him feel pleasured. However, at the moment, he knows he just wants Trevor in his arms.]
Please do.
[Alucard rises when Trevor does, even if he just wants to remain draped on him. He goes easily enough, glad for the idea of bed with the man he loves.]
[He's not going to try and princess carry Alucard, as much as he thinks he could probably manage it -- instead, he takes the dhampir's hand and guides him down the hall to the bedroom, turning to Alucard once they're inside.
He leans forward to kiss him briefly, gently, and brings his hands to the dhampir's shirt collar so he can start divesting him of his clothes -- at least some layers.]
[The tender attention is deeply welcomed, Alucard sighing softly as he leans in and presses against Trevor's lips. He doesn't fight off his hands, instead content to help and relieve some of his clothing.
In turn, he does the same for Trevor, briefly caressing his cheek before setting to unbutton his shirt.]
[It's nice not to have to rush things for any sort of reason. He runs his hands over the dhampir's skin as he exposes each new bit of it, following the touches with his lips.]
[Alucard sighs, settling down against Trevor, loving his warmth in all regards. How he touches Alucard, holds him, and his body heat. He closes his eyes and rests against him.
Quietly grateful to have the hunter here with him.]
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I don't think you can manage with me, but it is poor Sypha's stomach that I would be concerned about. Perhaps it would be a nice way to surprise her, your sudden ability to properly roast meat.
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[He's -- teasing, mostly. He still doesn't think he's all that good at it, but at least he's trying, not just blindly fumbling through like he would've done if it had just been the three of them in Wallachia, existing in the strange vacuum of intimacy that was their life.]
She might faint from the shock.
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My my. Look at how our Belmont has grown. You're almost a functioning adult man now.
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[He pushes aside the desire to say he's sure grown men don't just wake up in the middle of the night breathless with nightmare, still, and instead lets his head tip back as Alucard nuzzles him.
He sighs, his other hand coming to fiddle with the collar of Alucard's shirt. It's absent play, mostly distraction. He doesn't want to leave here for a while, now that the near-silence between them isn't so tense as it once was.]
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[He hums, allowing him to touch as he'd like. It doesn't have to become anything radically intimate; any attention that Trevor gives him is deeply welcome, after all.]
But you do-- you do make me happy, Trevor.
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He settles closer, urging Alucard to lean against him. The weight has become familiar, comforting.]
...I'm glad. I'm always sure I'm going to fuck something up.
[Suddenly. Completely. Just like he's always done.]
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I'm sure either of us will manage to fuck up somehow.
But that's normal. Surprisingly normal, even for people like us. And at the end of it, you will still have my love, Trevor.
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Feeling accepted, though, really accepted, the way that Alucard is saying -- it makes the corners of his eyes burn, and he buries his face in the dhampir's hair to mask it.]
Then I'll always be a happy man. And you have my word of the same.
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It does truly warm his heart to hear that. Alucard shuts his eyes, squeezing Trevor's hand gently, as if determined to ground himself.]
All right.
[And he smiles, content to himself. It was one thing to have Father's blessing, more or less. It's another to know and actually hear Trevor's words as well.
He isn't sure when he'd been so happy last.]
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He knows it might not last here, might not even carry over to their home, but -- the fact that he has it, at least he knows it's possible.]
Let me take you to bed.
[He shifts, leans in to press a kiss to Alucard's temple. He does just mean 'to the bed', this time -- as much as he enjoys being intimate with the dhampir, right now he just wants to keep holding him.]
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Please do.
[Alucard rises when Trevor does, even if he just wants to remain draped on him. He goes easily enough, glad for the idea of bed with the man he loves.]
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He leans forward to kiss him briefly, gently, and brings his hands to the dhampir's shirt collar so he can start divesting him of his clothes -- at least some layers.]
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In turn, he does the same for Trevor, briefly caressing his cheek before setting to unbutton his shirt.]
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You're so handsome.
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You aren't so bad yourself, Trevor Belmont.
[He kisses the hunter tenderly before moving to his jaw.]
I love every part of your body. Truly. And naturally, the man that goes with it.
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[He chuckles, though, slipping down onto the bed and guiding Alucard to settle against him.]
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[Alucard sighs, settling down against Trevor, loving his warmth in all regards. How he touches Alucard, holds him, and his body heat. He closes his eyes and rests against him.
Quietly grateful to have the hunter here with him.]
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He nuzzles his face against the curve of Alucard's throat, inhaling deeply.
This is still one of those things he hadn't been sure he'd ever have.]</small Mm. You want to rest a bit?