middaeg | open-ish

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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. ]

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(( 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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[ 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.

[Trevor's the one who keeps bringing up the vampire thing. Hector wonders if Trevor's into it, the idea of being a sensual creature of the night who can fuck a monster's face and have them begging for the privilege.

He lets Trevor push him down, yielding to the command the vampire is seizing. The sound of the bottle dropping is like a victory bell, confirming that Hector's on the right path. Ha.

He groans as Trevor keeps up the dirty talk, and finally, he pulls back long enough to reply.]

Not just my mouth. You can put that cock wherever you want, Trevor.

[And if Trevor somehow manages to interpret that as Hector wanting to drink his blood, Hector's giving up. He returns to Trevor's cock, because yes, he does love this. It's so fucking heady to to able to drive a lover wild like this. Hector's cock is throbbing between his legs as he listens to those groans he's forcing from the Belmont.]

[ Not Belmont but Trevor, huh? Mentally noted and filed away for later. Because right now? Right now he just wants that lewd mouth to keep sucking on his cock. But, thankfully for Hector, he gets what he means by that and no further clarification is needed really. Red eyes are blown dark and glassy, nails gently scratching along the faun's scalp as he grins. ]

That- an invitation?

[ He swallows down a moan as he watches the way his cock disappears into that eager mouth and after a moment forcing Hector to be fed his cock with a few hard thrusts, he finally decides to just fuck it all. Gripping at a fistful of hair, he pulls Hector's head back, eyes red and crazed as he looks down to him. ]

Turn around. I want to fuck you.

[Hector nods, as much and as eagerly as he can while Trevor's cock is shoved in his mouth. Yes, fuck yes, he needs it.

He watches Trevor's control crumbling, and a shiver runs down his spine. Trevor's a full vampire now, and he's dangerous. He jerks Hector off of his cock, and Hector rushes to comply with his orders.]

Yes, do it, I need it.

[He turns, getting on his knees with his back to Trevor. A shaking hand tugs down his pants. Hector has a short little tail now, which is twitching with nervous anticipation.]

[ When Hector eagerly complies with what it is that's asked of him, Trevor can't help but groan at the sight of that little tail twitching when pants are haphazardly pushed down. He strokes himself over with a hand, fang grazing across his own lower lip and he hums as he brings himself up onto his knees behind Hector, grabbing a handful of that faun ass.

But even with his cock having been sucked and his mind spinning with carnal desire of fucking this desperate little faun into the couch here, he maintains a sense of clarity amazingly and presses a thumb over Hector's eager hole. ]

You need something here or you just want to take it all?

[Hector shudders as Trevor grasps his ass. Fuck. He wants to say 'fuck it', but Trevor's got a point. No matter how damn ready he feels in this moment, he needs to be able to walk tomorrow.

Luckily, he's a faun, and in a faun's house, some sort of lube is never far out of reach. It's not like Trevor hasn't already realized how horny he is. That cat is well out of the bag by now.]

Fuck. Gimme a second... [He crawls to the end of the couch and rifles through the end table drawer. He comes back with an ointment that will do. He glances back at Trevor to check- human-like nails or vampire claws?]

[ Better safe than sorry?? Or something like that.

However, when Hector passes him the ointment, he tilts his head and allows his glassy red eyes to trail their gaze along the thing... before a rather fang-y smile is given and he pops the thing open. ]

This'll do.

[ And he drops a generous amount onto the tips of his fingers with HUMAN-LIKE nails. Lucky for you, Hector. The pad of his thumb brushes over that tight little hole of his, slathering it in the ointment given before he spreads him open with the help of his other hand and lets a finger work its way in with that grin still on his lips. ]

Oh, you're going to be nice and tight, aren't you? Lucky me. Getting your blood and your ass.

[Trevor's finger slips inside him, colder than what Hector's used to, and he hisses and rocks back on it.]

Yes, fuck, I'll be tight for you.

[He wants to be filled, and he groans with impatience as Trevor probes with just a finger when he could be using so much more. Hector's so hard it aches.]

Do it, Belmont. Use me.

[ Red eyes watch the way that tail twitches as he strokes him from the inside with a finger. It's sort of cute, in a way. Even the animal part of him is so eager to be fucked face down into the couch like this. Maybe he needs to have sex with fauns more often or something. Something to chew on later.

Right now, he has Hector here to chew on.

He slips that finger out of the faun and curls a cool hand around the front of Hector's neck, leaning in against him, pulling him up just enough to press his lips over the curve of his jaw. ]

Those are very dangerous words to say, Hector. Especially to a vampire who likes how you taste.

[ And to convey that just a little more, he drags his tongue over the faun's cheek with a deep and needy hum in the back of his throat, lips curling into a grin. But he lets go of the faun's neck and pushes him back down against the couch. His blood may taste nice but he wants to taste another part of him with his cock. ]

Let's see if I like you here, too.

[ He rubs the fat head of his cock over that eager hole just waiting to be taken and with a hand gripping tight at a hip, he guides himself to push apart that hole with a bit of a nudge before he finally just thrusts himself in. Nice and hard. Pulling Hector back onto him as he does so. ]

[The Trevor whispering warnings into his skin is so different from the Trevor who gave Hector a silver ax so the faun could protect himself. The vampire at his back could snap his spine like a twig. And fuck if Hector isn't rock hard and panting like there's no air left in the room. Hector suddenly understands all those illogical idiot peasants that surrendered to vampire capture back in Wallachia.]

...want you, Trevor, please...

[Fuck, he's being manhandled and taken and it's just what he needs to finally sate the hunger that the near-full moon has awakened. When Trevor pushes in, he cries out and claws at the couch cushions.]

Fuck, yes, like that!

[It burns so right. Hector rocks back, needing to seek out more, needing Trevor to give him more.]

[ Oh, when he rocks back like that... fuck if that just doesn't encourage Trevor to give it to him hard.

Hands grasp those slender hips of his and he pulls Hector back onto his cock with every thrust he gives him. Deep. Hard. Lost in the way the faun holds tight to his cock every time he pulls a bit out and how eagerly he swallows it back up when he plunges back in. It's nice. It's tight. It's warm and Trevor just moans as he tosses his head back, eyes shut tight in the bliss of fucking Hector from behind like this and practically feeling his blood pumping through his veins beneath the tips of his fingers. ]

That's it, keep taking it. This is all yours tonight, Hector.

[ His voice is laced with a smooth yet heavy desire and the grip of his fingers on those slender hips is practically bruising. He smacks against Hector from behind with heavy thrusts, pushing him into the cushions of the couch and he lolls his head back down with a smile, letting a hand smooth over the small of his back. ]

Show me how much you love it.

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