[closed] oh he hates him so much

[quickwhip]

Who: Trevor Belmont and Hector
When: early part of the month
Where: The Coven and wherever else
What: Bonding things
Warnings: Trevor being Trevor, swearing, possible blood drinking, nsfw shenanigans


[ The sun is coming to set when Trevor makes his way to The Coven and it's a little strange to find himself here again. He's only ever been here a grand total of three times and all for Bond purposes but... that's pretty much why anyone comes here, right? Unless you're a witch, he supposes, but. Who knows there. Does Alucard even do spell stuff?? He feels like he should know the answer to that but, then again, the blond still seems to have some hang ups on being the very thing his mother was accused of being and paid the ultimate price for at the hands of the fucking Church which is full of shit as far as he's concerned. So, he gets it. But it's also almost been a year since they've both found themselves here and so, you know, he just figures the blond would have moved on by now. But it's different for everyone.

And why is he even thinking of this in the first place??

Right. The Coven. For witches and Bonds and things.

He's set to meet Hector here and he knows the faun won't keep him waiting since he figures Hector probably has some THOUGHTS about the witches and all here himself; just look how long it took him to be willing to Bond after all. So, with cloak wrapped around him to look like a bad vampire bitch (or something...) he arrives with a short wave to the faun when he spots him and no, he didn't dress up for this or anything. This is Trevor Belmont ok? But at least he doesn't look like a damn mess?? There's that. For now. ]

Just so you know, I didn't prepare any sort of speech or anything for this because it's fucking weird no matter how many times I do it.

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[petcromancer]

Yes, that's it.

[Hector teases, as if Trevor can't feel the warm, fluttery feelings Hector has through their bond. He runs his fingers through Trevor's hair while Trevor kisses his collar bone.]

I think you earned yourself a drink, Belmont. Go ahead.

[quickwhip]

[ Not one to dilly dally when he's invited to that blood, Trevor shows his appreciation with a gentle nosing of the faun's neck before fangs find themselves grazing over warm flesh and, slowly, sinking their way in as they have a number of times by now.

The warmth of Hector's blood spills into his mouth and Trevor can't help the groan that presses against that flushed neck as he drinks. Fingers hold tight to his bonded's sides yet are gentle and almost affectionate in the way they brush along skin and fur. There's nothing possessive or greedy in the way he drinks from Hector, even with the blood warmly sliding down his throat. Instead, it's almost as if... making love... in some strange way. Sweet and slow and mindful of how he cradles the faun against him. It's... intimate, in a way he hasn't exactly been with Hector when drinking his blood.

But he doesn't let it draw out for too long, never wanting to drain either of the two who offer up their blood to him (both his bonded at that) and so he slowly pulls his mouth away from the crook of that neck, eyes shining with a crimson red as he lazily licks at the puncture marks left behind like a pleased little vampire cat. ]

[petcromancer]

[Trevor always makes it feel good when he bites Hector, but this time isn't the usual frenzy of blood and sex. Hector wraps his arms around Trevor and holds him as he drinks. This time, he can feel Trevor in body and mind, and it is like coming in from a cold winter night and curling up under warm blankets. Hector hums in pleasure and pulls Trevor in tighter.

It's over too soon, even though Trevor is moving more slowly than usual. Hector could stay like this forever, he thinks, warm and secure in Trevor's embrace.

The licking draws a little gasp out of him, somewhere between ticklish and pleasured.]

Mmmm, do I taste as good as I smell?

[Fishing for compliments? Yes, yes he is. He wants to be delicious for Trevor, who deserves some nice things.]

[quickwhip]

[ Eyes warmly shining with that red, he laps at Hector's neck a little longer before he comes to pull back just enough to look down to him, blood dripping from his mouth. He licks over his lips, a pleased little hum deep in the back of his throat before he comes to affectionately nuzzle at the faun's shoulder with coming down close to him again, seeming to almost crave that closeness and warmth that the faun offers him.

Part of him thinks this has to be his picking up on everything that Hector is feeling through their bond and another part... well, he doesn't know. Not really. Can't be bothered to figure all that shit out when he feels nice and full and pleased with everything that's happened in this bed. ]

You always taste good.

[ He murmurs against the tip of a shoulder, lips - not as bloody as before - pressing another open-mouthed kiss to warm skin. ]

I'd hate to have go without your blood.

[petcromancer]

[It's such simple praise, but internally, it makes Hector glow with pride. A lifetime of deprivation has left him so susceptible to any sort of compliment, and his faun instincts are to indulge in whatever good things come his way.

He tilts his head up, pressing kisses into Trevor's hair, ears, wherever he can reach while Trevor's down there lavishing attention on his shoulder.]

You won't ever have to. My neck's yours whenever you want it.

[Which is a rash thing to promise a vampire, but Hector's feeling so charitable right now.

So very, very charitable. His dear blue-eyed Trevor has had his fill, but red eyes has been waiting so patiently. Hector slides his leg up between Trevor's thighs, rubbing against his groin.]

Well, not just my neck....