His chest so rapidly rose and fell with that sheer closeness Dorian had so brought him to the precipice of satisfaction before so blatantly denying Sebastian any kind of release. His whole body felt entirely awake, aware of the man's even slightest movement against his form if only for the overwhelming desires to feel that which Dorian was capable of bringing him. He needed this, this release, those sensations and yet, even that left him wholly unprepared for the way his lover's fingertips were smeared with that very color of crimson that so called to him. He watched with such intensity as Dorian's tongue lapped at that blood that he so wanted, that singular action so pushing the boundaries of his fraying control, the vampire tugging lightly on that silken tie. A soft whimper left the lips of the usually so meticulously restrained vampire, Dorian surely pushing the boundaries of how much Sebastian was so willing to withstand. He leaned forward ever so slightly and yet, the fae still so defiantly remained out of his limited reach, that silken tie reminding him of those limitations he had so agreed to. His own breath still came ragged from his lips as he so intently observed his lovers just as abrupt stillness, the monarch's silver gaze meeting his own darkened hue. In that singular moment, Sebastian was so aptly ensnared by the actions of the fae King, observing the way in which he suddenly saw fit to move.

His nose twitched ever so slightly as that fresh wave of blood spilled in Dorian's mouth, the vampire only half listening to the words offered to him. Instead, he watched as Dorian slowly positioned to straddle those intimate areas that so yearned for his continued affection, all the while failing to brush against him entirely. It was....frustrating...to say the least. Still, his own physical wants were somehow distracted by a far more pressing desire. He was aware of that fresh blood upon his lover's lips and fingertips, his gaze following Dorian's finger as that smear of red was brushed across his neck, trailing only further downward to leave more blood within its way down the man's collarbone and chest. He watched as Dorian renewed that blood upon his fingertips before brushing it along his hip bones and then, further down to indeed touch the man himself. Sebastian was so intently aware of Dorian's hips grinding against him, just as he could entirely imagine exactly where Dorian's fingers had drifted to in those precarious moments, albeit hidden from his view.

Sebastian hardly truly gave the monarch time to finish those whispered words of want. It was true that he so often restrained those more vampiric capabilities - rarely commenting on the things he could hear, smell, see, and certainly not the speed he was capable of when the desire struck him, as it so rarely did. Tonight though, with this blood smeared across Dorian's body and his own physique overwhelmed with that lustful need, it was those very vampiric skills that he so relied upon. Within seconds he had pulled himself free from the navy tie, toppling both himself and Dorian in such a fashion as to pin the fae beneath him. His own mouth went immediately towards Dorian's neck and the first touch of blood upon the man's flesh. His lips pressed together in that kiss Dorian had so requested of him, before his tongue gingerly caressed that crimson blood, cleaning it entirely from Dorian's skin. His own hands, meanwhile, encircled Dorian's wrists, slowly bringing them upwards and together above the man's head. It was only then he called upon his own affinity, those bright red ribbons that so fell under his dominion blossoming to life at his very whim. They encircled the fae King's wrist of their own accord, attaching the other end of themselves around the closest bedpost if only to put Dorian with the exact same position Sebastian himself had been but moments ago. Unlike himself, however, Sebastian's ribbons fit all too snuggly around his lover, hardly providing even the slightest of movement, the vampire for once holding little care for comfort if only due to those needs that so clamored for fulfillment.

It was only once he was sure Dorian's hands were out of his way that the vampire moved, hardly bothering to even glance up at his companion as his lips trailed down the very same path Dorian had so crafted for him. His lips pressed against the man's collarbone, only to part his mouth against Dorian's skin, allowing his top two fangs to grace the flesh just enough to bring blood to the surface and too mix his own venom within his lover's blood stream. His tongue licked at the wound he created and the blood Dorian had smeared, cleaning it of his lover before his lips moved further down towards the man's chest, his body sliding against his lover with every further downward motion he made. His lips graced his companion's chest, his fangs biting but shallowly before his tongue licked that wound close and cleaned the mess Dorian had so purposefully left upon his skin. His lips continued to kiss slowly down the planes of Dorian's chest, those dark navy irises finally glancing up at the monarch as kissed his way closer towards the next line of blood around the man's waist. His tongue trailed slowly around that sensitive skin there, pausing just beneath Dorian's belly for his lips to part, his fangs too carefully piercing that skin just above the man's waistline. His tongue so carefully toyed with those delicate holes, enjoying those few tendrils of blood he was afforded before Sebastian finally allowed his attention to drift to the place he could feel Dorian wanted his attention.

His fingers slowly pulled back the fabric around Dorian's waist to reveal exactly those spots he had bloodied in his efforts to so earn Sebastian's dutiful touch. The vampire pulled Dorian's boxers further down, providing him unrestricted access to all of the more sensitive parts of his lover. His tongue ran down the length of his lover, simply contenting himself with paying meticulous attention to cleaning his companion from that quickly drying substance and yet, Sebastian lavished his affections upon Dorian's form. His tongue continued to pay attention to all those places that so coaxed a reaction from his lover even long after that blood had long since vanished.

Sebastian Ellington