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open-ish

Who: Trevor Belmont and others
When: first half of the month prior to the event
Where: various places
What: mostly planned things with cr but also an open prompt concerning the doll quest
Warnings: Trevor being Trevor, blood drinking, monster fighting, other things tbd

dolly mine quest

[ Early in the evening on this particular night, if you happen to be taking a stroll nearby a certain toy store, you might happen to spot a little set-up that's been done some ways from the store on the cobblestone path. There's a table, four chairs, small little cups with saucers, and a teapot placed in the center of the table. All miniatures. If you're thinking tea party? You'd be thinking right. And who loves tea parties? Dolls love tea parties. It's a cute little set-up. How could any doll resist coming over to have some tea?

But near that little set-up is also a box. Yeah. A really BIG BOX that's tilted on an angle with a stick propping it up... angled to drop down over the little tea party and catch some dolls. How? With the near invisible string that's tied around the stick propping the up the box and runs up up up all the way to the building beside the toy store with a head peeking over the side. No, not a doll head. A vampire's head. Who, just so happens to spot someone strolling by his trap. ]

Psst! Get away from that! You'll scare the dolls off!

[ That sure is Trevor now-a-vampire-but-still-a Belmont shouting in a whisper at you. ]

other things?
(( if you'd like to do something specific with Trevor, feel free to shoot me a PM or a PP at escaflownes on plurk and we can work something out! o/ ))

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[ Fingers dig into Hector's side as he drinks, taking just a little more of that deep red warmth into his mouth before he finally pulls back and with a heavy sound of being so very pleased. Blood drips from his mouth, eyes shining bright and red and he hovers there over the faun, licking over his lips as he grins down to the second mark added below the first. ]

Much better now?

[ He chuckles a bit, feeling happy with what he's been given and with a pleased little hum spilling from those bloody lips of his, he leans in to Hector's neck again and drags his tongue along the bite marks there, lapping up the excess blood so as not to waste a single drop. Slowly. Humming as he does so. Clearly enjoying himself and the blood he's been treated to. ]

[Hector looks up at Trevor with heavy-lidded eyes, and brushes a thumb along his bloody lips. There's probably a limit to how much he can convince the vampire to glut himself.]

Mmmm. It's nice.

[It's even nicer when Trevor licks him clean, looking like the cat that caught the canary. Hector's breath hitches. Well, fuck. Has Trevor always been this hot?]

...you should stay for a while.

[ The thumb brushing over his still bloody lips gets Trevor to blink those bright red eyes of his for a moment... before he lets a soft sound of amusement spill from them and gently comes to nip at the tip of that thumb with a fang. ]

Should I?

[ Still leaning over the faun, hair fall in front of his face as he tilts his head, gaze fixated on the fresh marks to Hector's neck before they fall back onto his face. ]

Going to offer me another type of drink?

[WELP, Trevor's fang teasingly touches Hector's thumb, and Hector's brain is officially not working anymore. He gulps.]

You're still thirsty?

[Belmont better not think he's going to get off of this couch for more beer. Hector grasps his arm just to make sure he doesn't try.]

...you sucked on me. I could return the favor....

[Or his offer may send Trevor running home to his assorted bondmates, but Hector's not really thinking through the disastrous possibilities.]

[ ~~hector has a vampire fetish confirmed??~~

But the question- offer, really, has Trevor slowly blink those bright red eyes of his in slight confusion before he lets his gaze drift off to the side for a moment. ]

Fauns... don't drink blood?

[ He phrases that as a question because... maybe he's wrong about that?? ]

[Hector blinks too. What?]

No, of course not. Belmont, I'm not offering to suck your neck.

[Their minds are obviously in two different places, though. Trevor is still focused on drinking, and Hector's at the tail end of a sort-of date where he's been given a weird but thoughtful gift and pleasurably indulged, ready to put out.

He shifts self-consciously, aware now that he's pinned beneath Trevor.]

Forget it. Corrupting a Belmont'll put me on a special circle of hell. We should...we should bandage me up.

[ Suspicious.

Trevor places a hand right in the center of Hector's chest and presses down gently (vampire strength and all) as a means to keep him there. ]

Then what do you mean?

[ Sometimes you just need to literally spell it out for him or, you know, just do it for Trevor to get it. Even when he's feeling happy and pleased with having blood in his mouth and colour back to his pale skin. But he also catches sight of those bite marks again and he smiles as he leans his way in to lick up just a little more from Hector's neck. ]

[Hector shudders as Belmont holds him down and keeps licking him. How is he not doing this on purpose? Hector is suffering.

He narrows his eyes at Trevor in pure exasperation as he looks up at his red eyes and blood-flushed face.]

Trevor Belmont, you have three goddamn bonded. Have none of them ever sucked your cock?

[ That would be about as blunt as it gets?? So much, in fact, that Trevor blinks down to Hector before he lets his gaze drift upwards and off to the side. ]

Nnnnnnooooo?

[ With a lazy chuckle, he looks back down to the faun then. ]

I don't... sleep with all of them. Just one. [ A tilt of his head then ] Is that what you want to suck?

[Those red eyes are too intense to look into, especially when Hector is coloring with embarrassment. He ends up looking at Trevor's shoulder rather than his face. He had meant that, before Trevor started chuckling about it.]

It was just a thought I had. Makes more sense than what you assumed.

[He's found he likes doing it, most people like receiving it, so it's a reasonable offer to make, isn't it? Fuck if he knows anymore, the full moon skews everyone's thinking.]

[ Oh. Oh. So that's what he was referring to. Well then. Ordinarily, Trevor might blink again in confusion. Raise a brow. Stare to Hector and not understand WHY he would offer such a thing. But being the eve before the full moon and the fact that he's just fed and can still smell that blood on Hector's neck, Trevor instead just chuckles with a lazy grin and leans himself down to nose at the faun's jaw. ]

Are you sure it's not because I'm a vampire that you want to? You... like me better this way?

[ Lips trail their way down Hector's neck with open-mouthed and lazy kisses as he travels back to those bite marks and drags his tongue over them again. Deliberately slow. Letting himself fall into the urges and playful desires that his being vampire seems to come with whenever he drinks blood. ]

[BELMONT, you are making it very hard to concentrate.]

I didn’t know you before you were s vampire. [Maybe he hadn’t been a full vamp yet, but Trevor’d had one foot in the grave by the time Hector arrived.]

You’re not so different, just paler and fuck, if you’re not gonna let me, you’ve got to stop doing that.

[He can’t give Trevor a break down of vampire/human pros and cons while his neck is getting mauled, it’s just not happening.]

[ Wasn't Hector the one to say he didn't like humans?? So why wouldn't Trevor assume he likes him more now that he's a vampire? He could be onto something. But with another pleased little sound leaving those bloody lips of his, Trevor takes one last greedy little lick of Hector's open wounds before he pulls back with a deep hum rumbling in the back of his throat. Smiling down to the faun, he tugs his shirt off over his shoulders and lets it drop down to the floor beside the couch, pale skin with a few scars littered across his chest and sides exposed. At least he looks rather fit still? There's that.

But he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, rubbing the blood off his lips, and dives down in to steal a kiss from Hector then. Not entirely mindful of his fangs because he absolutely gives a playful nip to the faun's bottom lip with one of them and grins. ]

What did you want to do again?

[Trevor kisses him, and Hector can taste his own blood on Trevor's lips, hot and coppery. It's...not a dealbreaker, but Belmont can was that smug look off of his face. If they've found a mutually-beneficial arrangement, what's the problem?

His lip gets nipped, and there's another droplet of blood between them. Hector doesn't like the taste of blood, but it doesn't bother him, and...he likes pleasing the people he kisses. If it doesn't harm him and it's good for Trevor, that's a kind of symbiosis, too.

When Trevor pulls away, Hector runs a hand up his chest, feeling the raised skin of those old scars.]

Hmmm? I was going to put your cock in my mouth, but if you have other suggestions, I can be flexible.

[He lifts his head to bring his mouth back to Trevor's.]

[ Trevor finds those lips brushed against his own again and he smiles as he returns the kiss. Bright red eyes fall shut and cool fingertips press against the back of the faun's neck, keeping him close as he tries to be mindful this time about his fangs and how he needs to not, you know, nip and bite like Hector's a sweet pastry or something that he's been given to nibble on. ]

Mmmmmmnope. I like that one for the moment.

[ He mutters the words against the faun's neck with a devilish grin hanging on his lips before he comes to pull back and drapes himself against the couch, a brow raised as he hums while looking to him. ]

Makes it easier for me to not want to keep biting you all over.

[ Sexy? Maybe. But also? Vampire. ]

[Hector snorts out a huff of agreement. Of course Belmont likes the idea, because it's a fucking great idea.

Trevor's the vampire, but Hector's eyes rake over Trevor's body with at least an equivalent hunger. Big, pale, and strong. The body of a hunte. Hector's going to eat him up.

He crawls along the couch, rather than getting down on the floor. He's still a little woozy and the couch is more comfortable, if a little awkward with the angle of approach. He reaches for the fastenings of Trevor's pants.]

Lift your hips. Gotta get these off.

[ With his head knocking back against the arm of the couch, his back arches and hips lift to help Hector make this all a little more easy. Of course, as he does so, he lolls his head to the side and red eyes catch sight of the beer he had set down earlier. Pale fingers wrap around the neck of the bottle and he leans up enough to take a swig of it with a hum before he shifts a bit to have his shoulders pressed against the arm of the couch, red eyes watching Hector with a fierceness to them. He's not exactly hard yet but that can always be fixed and something he's sure Hector won't waste much time in helping him with. ]

Someone's done this before I'm guessing.

[Hector tugs Trevor's pants down to his knees. Trevor will have to deal with it from there.

He looks up at Trevor, eyebrow raised at his...question? Observation?. Is it judgment or small talk? Hector's cock-sucking resume is none of his business.]

You're in good hands, Belmont. That's all you need to worry about.

[He wraps a hand around Trevor's cock and gives it a stroke. His first goal is to see if he can't get Trevor worked up enough to put the damned beer down.]

[ There's no shame in it! And not like Trevor would really CARE to be honest. He fucking bites people and drinks their blood and likes it. Who the hell is he to judge what people like to do around here?

But when that warm hand comes to wrap around him, the difference in temperature has the vampire's breath hitch in a way that shows delight, not apprehension, and he hums as he lolls his head to the side, red eyes so very fixated on those fingers working him over. ]

Not worried one bit.

[ He takes another swig of beer, licking over his lips as he swallows and he begins to feel everything rush down to the part of him being stroked by those fingers, a pleased little hum of approval spilling from his lips as he watches. ]

[Hector relaxes as Trevor starts warming up to his touch. Good. He wants Trevor to enjoy this. He keeps waiting for the other shoe to drop with the Belmont, but it keeps not happening. They seem to be well and truly allies.

He keeps rubbing Trevor to wake him up, and when his shaft starts perking up, he leans in and licks the tip. Hector likes doing this, and he hasn't had any complaints from any of the recipients so far. If he's the only damn person in the city who's going to suck Belmont cock, he plans on making it count.

He lifts his head again and uses his uses his unoccupied hand to take Trevor's wrist and guide his hand to rest on Hector's head.]

Stop me if I do anything you don't like.

[And with that, he ducks his head back down and wraps his lips around the head of Trevor's cock.]

[ Cool fingers gently card their way through Hector's hair when his hand is guided there and he lets the tips of his nails give a careful scratch to the faun's scalp as a means to show encouragement. ]

Hard to imagine what's not to li-

[ But that last worth is cut short as a "breath" becomes caught in the back of his throat the second Hector's lips slide down around him and he damn near drops the bottle of beer all over himself and the couch. Son of a bitch that... is nice. Real nice. So nice, in fact, that Trevor finds his head knocking back against the arm of the couch he's lounging against. Yeah, no. Can't say he's had the pleasure of this while here before and damn, is it about time he did.

Bringing his head back up, he swallows thickly and watches Hector give his cock such attention with his lips and mouth, red eyes fixated on him as he takes another swig of beer. ]

[The petting and scratching earns Trevor a pleased hum. Keep doing that.

Making Trevor choke on his words is also very nice, and Hector sucks harder to see what other reactions he can get out of the vampire. A quick glance up confirms he's still holding tight to that beer bottle. That just means Hector needs to try harder.

He bobs his head and takes more of the shaft into his mouth. His hand sneaks down to caress Trevor's balls, teasingly light while he feels out the other man's response.]

[ Hector... is good at this. This could also be due to the fact that he's just never had his dick sucked here but even so, Hector is still really good with this. The warmth of those lips wrapped around his cock and the teasing caress of his fingers against places that can't fit in his mouth... yes, please, he'd like more. Sign him up, thank you very much.

His head presses back against the arm of couch, strands of hair falling in front of his pale face. ]

Ah- fuck. That's good. Really good.

[ He gives him the encouragement he needs to keep going with it all through soft words and pale fingers twisting within strands of hair they find themselves buried in, Trevor even going so far as to give a gentle rock of his hips up into that eager mouth. ]

Keep taking that cock, Hector. Just like that.

[To the surprise of no one ever, Hector likes being told what to do. He also eats up the praise, humming with satisfaction. Being told he's good isn't such a rarity in Aefenglom as it was back on Earth, but he's still starved for it. He'll definitely keep taking that cock if Trevor keeps taking like that.

Hector alternates between licking the shaft and sucking as much of it as he can fit in his mouth. It's easy to accommodate Trevor's careful movements into his rhythm, and Hector rubs a hand up his thigh, a signal not to stop. The fingers teasing Trevor's balls increase their pressure, not meant to be painful, but no longer teasing.]

[ He hates this but loves it at the same time. The way Hector touches and fondles him as if he knows exactly what he likes... it's maddening and so fucking good at the same time. He pushes Hector's down with a roll of his hips up, forcing him to take a little more of that cock he seems so eager to please with his mouth and a groan spills from Trevor's lips aa he finally comes to drop the bottle down to the floor, somehow managing to NOT spill beer all over the place in doing so. ]

Fuck, look at you.

[ He breathes the words out with a heaviness to his voice, filled with nothing but desire and want and need for this faun and his dirty little mouth and fingers all over him like they are. ]

You love this, don't you? [ Fingers card through Hector's hair, guiding him down more onto his cock. ] Love having that vampire cock in your mouth.

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def nsfw onwards

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