It was utterly maddening. In a blissful and glorious way and yet maddening all the same. Dorian no longer entirely sure what he wanted in that wash of sensation his lover so bestowed upon him and with that venom coursing through his system more thickly then it ever had before. He simply finds he wants the man any and every where all at once- his bound hands making the entire thing wholly more frustrating to him if only for his inability to touch Sebastian else guide him further down to that place he seems to be taking far too long to get too in Dorian's over-excited opinion. It is these frustrations, as superb and exciting and wonderful though they were that so lead to the King declaring his partner wholly wretched in his endeavours. Sebastian so having turned his own game upon himself, the vampire a distinctly fast and astute learner and yet truly Dorian can hardly say he minds. The vampires hands so work to remove those boxer shorts, the Fae King shifting just so in an effort to assist such a task, those softly uttered words that leave Sebastian's lips momentarily seeing Dorian head lift ever so slightly, a note of inquiry upon his lips at the use of one very word within that sentence before Sebastian's tongue brushing against him seems to derail any truly logic thought. There are precious few within the world skilled at this and yet his vampire lover was most assuredly one of them, Dorian utterly unable to prevent the sounds that so rise to his lips in response to those caresses. Sebastian so managing to offer all of him attention.

It takes barely a moment to so encourage Dorian's hips to roll more eagerly, attempting to coax Sebastian into making his touch only faster and firmer to increase that all-too pleasing friction that brought pleasure with every wave and yet was just not enough to truly give the Monarch that release he so desired. It is his desire for that very satisfaction that he has been so denied for nearly two weeks that surely sees those words leave his own lips. Dorian so attempting to prevent the man from stopping as his own breath comes only faster and that all-too gratifying peak is within reach until he finds himself upon the precipice of it- only to have Sebastian stop. A groan of both delight and utter frustration so falls from his lips as he head falls back upon the bed and his chest rises in those rapid short breaths. Sebastian far, far better at tis game then he had anticipated , his affection for the man blossoming all the more within his chest in that moment and yet the denial of that all-too sweet release makes him only further aware of his own hands in that moment. Dorian utterly unable to get to the man and keep him against him as he so desires, his tugs against those restraints so utterly futile and yet the Fae King hardly finds himself opposed to those red ribbons. It was so decidedly rare for Dorian to relinquish control in anything, his very position in life so demanded leadership of him- a part of the man quite content to relish in affording that control to another and so allowing Sebastian to do just as he might please.

He can feel Sebastian's nose brushing against his entirely sensitive inner thigh, Dorian squirming against him again in a manner he knew the vampire enjoyed- such a thing so ardently attempting to have the man return his hands or lips to him. That unmistakable brush of those pointed fang tips however sees the Fae King still if only for that glorious sensation he knew existed at such a promise of that bite. This single vein so far untouched by the vampire, that thin flesh of his groin a decidedly sensual place and one the man is more than willing to allow the vampire to take. Sebastian's very words so blossoming that want for his bite before the vampire yet again moves away upon the premise he was hardly done. How maddening! His own words are utterly breathless when they come, his voice so entirely filled with want as the vampires lips brushed his own in a kiss far, far too fleeting.

"I will give you Sicily if you go back down there."

The note of amusement within his voice, ragged though his breathing was, surely remained clear all the same. Dorian apparently so entirely content to give Sebastian his own nation if it might only inspire the man to use his lips or hands or teeth just as he had so promised. Such words however, seem only to inspire the vampire to lean away, his gaze so roving over Dorians form in evident pleasure, it would seem- at the sight of the bound King. Dorian unable, truly, to deny even the pleasure he took from that heated look that so adorned his lovers features before those whispered words so found his ears. Ah, but how such words only aroused him all the more! Dorian shifting with want upon the bed, the use of his title hardly missed, those teasing words seeming all the more salacious in a moment such as this.

"It is only you who is allowed to see me like this."

There is something so wholly satisfying about the way the vampire moves then to gently position him upon his own side, to lie behind and against him, Dorian pressing back near instantly to so feel his lover's chest upon his back and the full length of his form against his own. His own heated skin relishing the cooler touch of his companions. The press of Sebastian's arousal is hardly missed, Dorian entirely content in so being the cause of such a thing as the vampires hand so brushes along his chest, his belly, his hips before at last taking him in his own hand again and so stirring a groan of satisfaction from him. It is all-too easy to so find that rhythm with the press of Sebastian's own hips against him. His breathing so quickly rises once more, Dorian so adoring the feeling of Sebastian pressed against him even if he cannot reach the man with his own hands. Yet that want for more exists still. Dorian pressing his backside far more purposefully into Sebastian now to so hint at those desires of what they had spoken off once before with a promise to try. Dorian so desiring in that moment to allow Sebastian to take all of him and so bring about that glorious closeness they had achieved but once before within the heat of the bath. It is truly a first for Dorian himself, the Fae never before having held such wants and yet he had never been in love before- Dorian desperately craving every part of his lover in every way. The current state of his own arousal and that touch of Sebastian's all-too practised hand so assured to limit any even momentary discomfort of such a thing and yet here and now the Fae hardly cares- his wants wholly singular in this. Dorian so seeking to have Sebastian within him as he presses again back against the man.

"I want you to take me entirely."

His voice remains wholly thick with that need, Dorian holding no hesitation in this- the man assured that this action alone would, finally, afford them both that release they so desperately needed and too- give him that closeness he so craved with the man he loved so undeniably.

Dorian Aragona