The thing about this walking enigma is that Trevor just. Cannot. Read him. Oh, D was expressive as he felt he needed to be (his words) but it just wasn't enough. Not even in the slightest! But this time, the brunette has a very interesting way to get the man to crack. After losing yet another drinking contest with him, maybe liquid courage isn't needed at all. And D can definitely drink a lot while showing zero signs of being inebriated. That man is something else. But what he is not is completely immune.
Especially to something like this.
"What are you doing?"
As if D needed to ask, he should know by now what his partner is up to. As if Trevor laying it on thick with the flirting wasn't enough, the way he would do just enough for the taller man to get him going, and he knows it's working. If D didn't want it, then he would have turned on the cold front and pushed him away. Physically if he needed to. Trevor cares about him too much to just drive a proverbial stake in the relationship by pushing him too far. But up until now? There was no boundaries stomped all over. Everything that the Belmont did was received and very much appreciated.
His hands rest upon D's waist, having removed his cape long ago so he may see everything that he’s doing. His lips hover near his partner’s, their noses almost touch while they just stand and stare. Waiting. A small smile cracks onto Belmont’s face as he sinks down to a knee, just where he needs to be. The man above him refused to take off any more clothing, just what is necessary - most of his weapons are part of this, he has no need to use them here. The fingers along that waist press and knead into his armor, which may well not be there given how tight it is. It’s almost painted onto his body, leaving nothing to the imagination about how well built D always is. Those bright blue eyes keep staring up as the owner’s lips meet with the belt making an obvious mark where his hips are. It’s unceremoniously dropped to the floor once it’s unclasped and leaving little more than the black material of the suit from his lips and D’s skin. His kiss in a herald for something more and it couldn’t be any more obvious when the kisses to the hips became kisses to the pelvis and further down. But it wouldn’t be true Trevor fashion if he didn’t tease the man about it! After all, he started this to see his reaction.
He’s watching D now, watching the change if ever, grasping onto his hips in anticipation and noting the hand - the right as the left rests limp to the side - brushes the fallen fringe from his eyes.
“You want more?” Trevor asks softly, his lips still so close yet return to worry along the lines of his hips again.
I guess after twice playing someone participating in a hostile takeover of a Starfleet facility, Tim Russ decided he'd try playing a character in Starfleet security instead.
