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Trevor was not having any qualms about it. Just like this. Coming up to Adrian and kissing him, while the village folk was going about their day around them. He just pulled him close and into one long and passionate kiss. When they broke apart, that idiot was grinning at him happily and somehow Adrian could not help to do the same in return.
“Get out of here,” he whispered, their lips still close.
Trevor shrugged, pecking him once more against the lips, before breaking apar from him. “I need at least one more for the road.”
“What road?”
Trevor really had no qualms about doing anything in public and admittedly Sypha was no different. One moment she been sitting there with Simon on her arm, the next moment he had grabbed her from behind to kiss her neck and then her collarbone, so clearly aiming to earn himself a little moan, but what he got instead was an annoyed groan.
“You are impossible, Trevor Belmont.”
Now his tongue darted over that little spot of hers, making her shiver, as she turned her head. “You are an impossible man.”
He just grinned, now kissing her lips. “For you? Always.”
These days Trevor had really few qualms about anything. Once upon a time he had not wanted to kiss Greta, to not mix those different things that were similar but not quite the same. Now he just spotted her in the entrance hall and came over to her, pulling her into a deep kiss. He was a darn good kisser, that Belmont.
“Oh, don’t tell me, you are horny again,” she breathed against his lips.
“You know me,” he replied.
“Oh, I do know you, Belmont.”
“But actually, I just wanted a little kiss.”
“That was no little kiss, you idiot.”