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“We’ve got you,” she murmurs softly.
One by one, the bonds are released and he sags sharply with the loss of support. He breathes in deep, deeper than he’d been able to before, and doesn’t open his eyes.
The leather peels away to reveal red lines indented into his skin and two pairs of lips kiss away any lingering soreness. They check in on him with each strip removed; the soft brush of a thumb to his cheek, a brief circle of pressure to massage back the blood, fingers combing his hair back into something resembling order.
The bed shifts; one of them is leaving him. Unwillingly, a whine forms in his throat.
“Trevor. We’ve talked about this. Stay.”
“I was just-”
“No, you’re staying here . With us. Come on, come back to bed,” Sypha presses him, one arm lifting up towards him. “You were so good and you deserve to enjoy this as well.”
“But-”
“The only butt I’m interested in right now is yours . Bring it back over here and cuddle me.”
He gives in; neither of them can stand up to that tone of voice, the affectionately exasperated warmth ringing clear. When he rejoins them both, Sypha’s hand slips down his back and lightly pats his rear.
“Good boy,” she coos, more playful and teasing than before.
His arm folds instinctively around him, pulling him close. Sypha drapes herself on top of them and nestles her fluffy head under Alucard’s chin with a contented sigh. Her fingers loosely weave in between Trevor’s. Their legs are a senseless tangle. The remnants of their pleasure are rapidly cooling and drying between their bodies.
After a moment, she rolls onto her back and lifts her arms up. “I’ve been working on something.”
“I recognise that tone of voice,” Trevor comments warily. Still, he does nothing to intervene.
“The one she used right before dropping a castle on top of us?” Alucard, despite how drained he feels - in the best way, yes, but still drained - draws together the energy to tease her. He still has his eyes closed, but he doesn’t need to open them to know how her pout looks.
“You’re both blessed to have me and you know it.” The glow of magic fills the air and she frowns deeply as she weaves together fire and water in just the right balance to make…
“Sypha, what the fuck?”
Warm water washes over their skin, cleansing at least the surface of their bodies. Trevor jolts upright, jostling her and breaking her concentration; it drops to the floor with a splash.
“You’re cleaning that later.” She pulls him back down, settling on Alucard’s chest again.
It’s shaking with soft laughter.
Sypha’s answering smile is hidden underneath Alucard’s chin. Trevor rolls onto his side to embrace them both, for once asserting himself as the bigger spoon. He kisses Alucard’s cheek and the top of Sypha’s head. A tired satisfaction settles in his bones and drags him down into a doze.
The three of them lie there in a contented heap, all tangled up in one another, and none of them have any desire to leave.