There was decidedly little difficulty in so enticing Sebastian to meet those new wants that Dorian found so building within him. His form pressed all-too readily back against the length of his companions own body, relishing that feel of skin on skin it so provided him with. He desires to be as entirely close as possible, craving that contact with the man he so adored and had surely been denied far too long. He desires all of Sebastian in every way he might have him, those rhythmic, genteel strokes the vampires hands so afford him nothing short of glorious and so wholly capable of satisfying his needs and yet in those moments Dorian simply desires more of his lover in the most intimate of ways. He presses only further back into the man behind, adoring that soft moan he so managed to coax from him with even this most simple of actions. The warmth of Sebastian's breath near tickling the skin of his shoulder as the vampire exhaled softly against it in response to those sensations he was so assaulted with at that brush of Dorian's own form upon those far too-tender areas. Such a gesture from the Fae King surely making those desires all the more clear before he manages to find clarity enough between those all-too sensual touches to so voice his wants in this. Dorian does, within that moment, so appreciate his companion all the more for the manner in which the vampire moves near instantly to comply with such desires, hardly seeking to question the Fae's need for them now.

He already exists so precariously upon the very precipice of his own control, Sebastian's hand continuing to stroke at those desires within that rhythm they had found. Dorian's breathing was decidedly laboured now, his near pounding heart surely so abundantly clear to his lover and yet truly the Fae King hardly minded his companion's awareness of it now. He is conscious on some level of Sebastian shifting but briefly behind him, the vampire so positioning himself in that moment and yet the man's hand hardly faltered in those touches. Sebastian's efforts to so distract his thoughts perhaps, hardly failing to do just that. Dorian remaining decidedly relaxed against his companion before the vampire's hips roll so suddenly forward to enter him in that single motion, Sebastian's hand upon his hip so guiding him back until he is flush against the man once more. He simply cannot prevent that sudden, sharp intake of breath that follows that single action. Dorian's form tensing if only briefly to this decidedly new sensation that, in all his centuries of life, he had never explored before. That groan that leaves Sebastian's lips in the wake of that tightness he is surely afforded is hardly missed, the husky words that follow so sees Dorian's own form begin to relax to this distinctly new feeling, the breath brought back into his lungs once more- aided to by Sebastian's hand still upon him.

It is that first, slow, gentle movement of Sebastian's own hips that draws a distinct sound of pleasure from within Dorian's throat. Such a feeling as this was decidedly powerful, that initial discomfort quickly becoming so utterly irrelevant in the wake of the veritable wave of sensation he finds himself within. Dorian needed truly little guidance to so find and match that rhythm the vampire had set. That combination of his lovers hands and hips an utterly glorious feeling of the sort the Fae has never truly had before and yet too, it is this very closeness with Sebastian he so adores, affording all the more pleasure into each action. He is finally close enough, finally loving the man as he so desires to do, this level of intimacy an exquisite thing and one Dorian is all-too willing to engage within in every way. In all the years he might still be given to live he is assured so entirely he would never forget this first, nor the man whom had so given it to him. The Fae King hardly caring to stop those moans of satisfaction that so parted his lips to punctuate Sebastian's own. Dorian no longer capable of maintaining that control he had held for so long this evening as his breathing quickens all the more, his own rhythm so increasing for just those few moments to assure that Sebastian too found that release he so craved before that wealth of sensation sees the Fae King finally reach that all too pleasurable peak within his lovers embrace, eyes fluttering briefly closed in the wake of it as he finds Sebastian's name upon his lips as he does each and every time. God how he had needed this.

His breathing is left entirely ragged, his body at last so sated of those desires and wants that had built within Sebastian's absence. Dorian so enjoying that feeling of Sebastian's own chest rising and falling against his back in those moments that followed. This....love emotion was far, far more potent than he had perhaps ever truly realised. How glorious it was and yet how terrifying all at once for the mere strength of it! A simper he cannot prevent so dances upon his features now. It is only after some moments of catching his breath that Dorian shifts, as much as he is able with his hands still bound, to roll upon his back and so allow him to see Sebastian's face once more. The Fae King leans upward, lips pressing against Sebastian's own in a lazy, wholly satisfied kiss before he simply collapses back upon the bed, breathing still utterly ragged. His words slightly fractured by his still steadying breaths.

"That...I think.....is the best I...have ever had."

It is quite the compliment to afford his lover and yet it is hardly untrue, Dorian having no need to deny such a thing, the man hardly given to merely say such things. Within his near six hundred years of life truly exceptional moments between the sheets were decidedly rare and yet this is most assuredly one of them. He shifts only slightly once more, merely allowing one leg to fall slightly to the side exposing that vein and so inviting the vampire to take his meal when he was ready. Dorian hardly inclined to forget his lovers wants in that regard. Those final words so offered with that all-too familiar tease.

"Though what....might I ask.....is wrong with Sicily?"

Dorian Aragona