East

The east side of the city is the very heart of Sacrosanct - it's unique skyline is a clash between modern sky rises and small Victorian-inspired storefronts. In the heart of downtown, the sleek colored glass buildings reign supreme though their old-world roots can be seen in the most peculiar places from the lamp post styled electric street light to the stone sidewalks. The old world architecture slowly returns the further from downtown you travel, however. It's here that magic thrives, it hums in every stone and can be felt in every breath. Often, newcomers to the city may become overwhelmed by such sensations but, eventually, it becomes an ever-present feeling that's hardly noticed.

What You'll Find Here

City Creek Center
Dark Hunter Department
Inner Sanctum
Red on the Water
Starlight Tower

;; the fantasy on your mind


Posted on May 18, 2016 by SEBASTIAN ELLINGTON
East

Sebastian EllingtonI need to feel you again, feel my lips on your skin
for one night I could be him, no, I could be better
Sebastian was hardly oblivious to the simple fact that this was the first time his fingers were allowed to linger upon the warmth of the fairy's skin, the man all too easily giving into even the smallest of requests, entirely submitting to Sebastian's whim as the vampire's lips gingerly caressed the nape of the fae's neck. The simple gesture was perhaps far more arousing to the vampire himself then it was meant for his companion. It was within that tender nook of flesh that Sebastian so often preferred to sink his veins. He could feel the blood pulsating just below the fairy's fair flesh and it called to him. His breath was surely hot against the man's neck and yet, he restrained himself from that plunge of teeth that would surely come later. A small simper crossed Sebastian's features at the soft muttering of contentment.that left the lips of his companion. Sebastian's interest within his own sort of self-teasing, however, was interrupted only by the sound of a singular name, one that he suspected was entirely authentic. "Dorian." His voice whispered in an entirely sensuous fashion, enjoying the roll of those syllables upon his tongue. He would have contented himself the genteel caresses he might have afforded his companion if not for the way that Dorian had then decided to pull away from him - only to offer him a far more appreciated present.

Without hesitation or reservations, his fingers reached out to gingerly touch Dorian's chest. His fingers were nearly cold compared to the heat that radiated from the man's flesh. Sebastian's hands slowly moved down towards the fairy's abdomen, his touch was feather light as his fingertips moved towards Dorian's hips fully allowing the fae to lean down and into his own naked flesh. His crystalline gaze remained steadfast upon Dorian as the man leaned down over him, his eyes flickering closed only at the feverish sensation of the man's lips against his. All too eagerly did Sebastian return the gesture, his lips pressed against the fae -tasting him, wanting him. His hand rose from Dorian's hip in a habitual fashion, this time, however, his fingertips actually found their way to the back of Dorian's neck, his fingers entwining themselves in the fairy's brunette locks as he stole kiss after kiss till Dorian pulled away from his grasp.And yet,the vampire hardly complained, instead freely giving his companion free range to explore his own chilled physic.

Instead, Sebastian's head tilted upwards and to the side, giving Dorian unrestricted access as the fairy's mouth teasingly made it's way up the vampire's jaw line. His lips parted, his cerulean gaze closing if only to relish in the slow, methodical touch against his skin. A soft groan left his lips at the genteel nip against his earlobe and yet, he hardly rushed the man, instead his hands made their own exploration as he allowed Dorian to continue his trail down his neck and towards his shoulders. The hand not already entangled in Dorian's locks made it's way around the smooth skin of Dorian's waist, his fingertips trailing in a painfully slow fashion along Dorian's waistline, teasing the skin there with the edge of his short manicured nail. For a while, he simply traced that line before, abruptly, his hand flattened, effortlessly drifting under that physical barrier to further down below. His hand cupped Dorian's butt, pushing down ever so slightly if only to press the man's body further against his own, clearly intending to use the barrier of clothing to further tantalize those urges.

Innately, he was aware of that desire that flickered through his fairy friend but it was not enough for him, not yet, not if he was going to deliver upon that promise. He wanted Dorian to need him, to find himself unable to withstand the absence of Sebastian's touch. He wanted to bring the fae to the brink of pleasure and then deny him until he begged for the vampire. He was surely capable of it - after all, it was this singular moment that finally made the vampire feel even remotely alive.

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