🌊 le déluge

[familycrest]

● WHO: trevor belmont (familycrest), bobbi morse (covertness) + various
● WHAT: june catch all + event
● WHEN: june
● WHERE: all over
● WARNINGS: sex, aphro, love darts, possibly consentacles, cuddles, will add more as needed

[ fake cut is fake, starters in the comments. hit me up @ abiosis / tona#8599 or via plotting comment if you'd like to do anything with trevor and/or bobbi! ]

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[decoctions]

[ While the sight of Trevor doing as he's told and baring his throat in the process is tempting, Geralt manages to keep his goal in mind. It helps that this goal is relatively simple, and involves getting both of them undressed as soon as possible. This is easy enough to do for himself, all quick efficient movements as he loosens his laces and pushes his trousers and the simple undergarments beneath off his hips and down over his thighs, stepping out of them as soon as they're loose enough.

To do the same for Trevor will take a little more finesse, and Geralt is feeling increasingly impatient as the aphrodisiac in his system makes him crave tactile contact. His scarred body is now entirely bared as he shifts back onto the bed, nudging his way between Trevor's still clothed thighs.

Leaning over him, Geralt busies his hands with opening his pants while his mouth is drawn to the vulnerable stretch of his neck. He noses beneath Trevor's jaw again with a sigh before he presses another nipping kiss to the same spot. From there he works his way down, tugging at the waist of Trevor's pants as soon as they're loose enough to budge. ]

C'mon, [ he urges, breath hot. Another scrape of teeth follows. ] Let's get these off. I'll suck your cock.

[familycrest]

God, fuck, yes. [ he's an eloquent man, really. (no, he's not. he's never had use for it, never needed to be. he isn't learned or sophisticated, isn't a scholalr. trevor's native language is the physical.)

there are scars on geralt's body; the same holds true for trevor, although there are perhaps not quite as many scars. either way, he finds himself appreciating the reminder that their lives cannot have been all that different, that there are some shared truths between them, even as he finds it increasingly difficult to form thoughts at all, to think of anything but touching geralt. so he does: running his hands over all that skin geralt's bared for him, trailing his fingers over scars and muscle, down geralt's spine.

he's got enough presence of mind still, at least, to lift his hips when geralt starts tugging at his trousers. ]

[decoctions]

[ Luckily, fuck yes is all Geralt needs to hear. His lips don't shy from Trevor's scars as he works his way down his body, but neither does he focus on them in particular. A pleased hum rumbles up in his chest when he reaches Trevor's sternum, as the other man's hands explore his body, rough and curious.

With a joint effort they manage to peel Trevor's trousers and what's beneath down and off, baring the remainder of his body. He's built thickly with muscles that testify to the strength Geralt had felt when sparring with him. It's an easy body to appreciate, and Geralt does so without hesitation, nipping a hip bone as he leans down over him, a hand sliding between thick thighs to wrap around his cock.

Rather than getting immediately to what he'd promised, Geralt takes a little time to appreciate the newly bared skin spread out for him. He mouths along the inside of a thigh with kisses edged with teeth, all the way up to the crux of his hip. His hand, rough and dry, pumps slow over Trevor's cock from balls to tip and down again as his mouth sucks a mark into the skin just where thigh and groin meet. ]