The Sun Also Rises

It is a rare thing, truly, to so bear witness to those more vulnerable emotions of the vampiric man. They existed, of this Dorian was entirely assured, the man knowing well of those more delicate feelings that turned beneath the surface of his lover just as they did himself. Those soft, finely crafted, even gentle desires so often unmentioned beneath their usual and perhaps equally bold touches and words and yet such was the art of love itself. Dorian so equally treasuring those moments of lust or desire just as much as those far more tender embraces of whispered words. His own features softening entirely as Sebastian so examined those marks upon his wrist, Dorian hardly denying the pleasure he took from such a thing- aged though the idea of possession surely was. The Fae King finding a ready flutter of sorts within himself that Sebastian too might find some delight in so being labelled his as no other had ever been before. After all, until here and now, until Sebastian himself Dorian had never found nearly enough favour in another to so desire to have them entirely to himself. His need for Sebastian so seemingly utterly unending in its passion and fervour as if he never could get quite enough of the man he so adored- the only being he had ever admitted to loving in all those long years and yet- if ever love was to be so admitted to, who better to hear it then his very soulmate? The one so designed for him to love. Ah, and how he loved him.

Even if he might so pronounce all those names so purposefully incorrectly. It is within this stolen moment of amusement between the pair that Sebastian's fingers work with diligent ease to unbutton that pristine white shirt. He can hardly prevent that heated look that begins to stir at even this chaste activity, each faint brush of Sebastian's fingers upon his chest so teasing at those wants. His own unknown powers so continue to embrace the vampire, stoking gently at those feelings of possession though any need to do such a thing has surely passed, Dorian simply incapable of drawing away the effects of an affinity he does not know he wields. His powers in that moment responding, it would seem, entirely to his own desires to have the vampire closer, against him and within his arms. Those very desires so parting his lips the moment his lovers kiss might allow him to do so- Dorian hardly caring for the unsophisticated request that tumbles within his accented lyrics and so demands that Sebastian, please, attend to those needs that seemed to coarse within his very veins. The simper that adorns his consorts features is hardly missed, the vampire too seeming to find some amusement in this momentary, if not subtle break, from their usual choice of words and yet Dorian so entirely desires exactly what he has requested tonight. The Fae seeing little need in this moment for that delicate embrace of foreplay and those teasing touches he so often indulges expertly within. Such things are surely glorious indeed, Sebastian decidedly grand at their production and yet tonight the Monarch is determined to have his companion in an entirely different fashion. Those teasing words upon Sebastian's lips so stirring that sound of amusement within him before he moves to embrace the man completely.

It is hardly difficult to so coax his boyfriend to part his lips- affording Dorian that far more intimate of kisses as his fingers so rake though Sebastian's dirty blonde locks- streaking them within a myriad of blues and greens as his lips press ardently to the man's own. He cares little to so prevent that sound of satisfaction that rises within his throat, his chest so rapidly becoming streaked in that same plethora of colours before he finally parts from the man. The silver of his gaze lingers briefly upon his own painted chest before he so seeks to have Sebastian upon his feet- entirely content to make good on those very promises before and so afford his lovers imagination its own satisfying reality. The vampire hardly hesitating in this instance to do as asked, Dorian so easily removing those dress pants- find them a significantly easier task then the jeans the man usually adorned himself in. The Fae King so entirely satisfied at what lingered beneath. How pleasing it was to see just how much his lover might desire him before even a touch upon those more sensitive parts had stirred them into wakefulness. Sebastian it seemed, entirely ready for what Dorian had to offer in this moment.

It is a decidedly simply thing, to so take his lover between his lips- allowing his lips and tongue to so provide that sensation of heated pleasure upon the entirety of the man in that moment. That soft groan within Sebastian's throat, that hitch of breath, merely sees Dorian so adjust to find just the right way to so begin to sever those threads of control. Dorian swifter and far more ardent then he has ever been in so bringing Sebastian ever closer to that precipice. He is aware of those fingers gracing his chest, smearing that paint up and across his collarbone before that trail continues up his neck- Sebastian's hand pressing against the back of his neck but a moment later- the man's hips shifting in that instinctive response to those sensations Dorian layered upon him. Quite content to bring his lover to that very point of aching before abruptly removing his lips from upon him. Dorian wholly oblivious to that other power at play now, one that so ensnared him entirely and with an intensity almost shocking in its potency. He had needed the man before, desired him absolutely and yet in that single moment the Fae was assured he utterly craved him. Nothing in that world existing outside of Sebastian and his want for him. God, it was almost painful. These emotions already in existence, the vampires own power merely seeming to inflame them all the more.

It is with a ready assurance then that Dorian so pulls himself to his own feet, content to leave Sebastian aching in that moment- this for a wholly singular purpose the Fae wastes no time in acting upon. One hand so trails along his lovers painted chest as Dorian moves to step behind him, his own chest pressed against the man's back, relishing that skin on skin. His hands run down the man's arms from behind to so encircles his wrists on either side in almost an embrace of sorts- before Dorian so guides Sebastian's hands forward to rest upon the edge of that desk, leaving his lovers form leaning forward ever so slightly in this position. One hand returns then, resting upon Sebastian's hip to keep the man just as he wants, his other hand momentarily reaching between them to tug at his own dress pants, freeing himself from both the pants and the boxer shorts beneath before Dorian abruptly rolls his hips forward- entering his companion in that single stroke and with no tease or foreplay to so precede it. Dorian entirely content to simply take what he desires tonight. This need for Sebastian so entirely encompassing him- this, finally, so affording him some relief of those wants in this achievement of that blissful closeness. His fingers tighten upon the man's hips, a groan echoing within his own throat in the simple sensation this affords him, being within Sebastian, having the man so entirely, an utterly exquisite feeling. His hips roll again and again, encompassing himself entirely within his companion, so finding that rhythm, unable to stop those sounds of satisfaction that punctuate each movement. Yet he is not quite done, not just yet, his free hand so tangling within Sebastian's hair once more, guiding the man upward now until his back is once again flush against Dorian's chest- that hand on his hip moving across his lover's stomach until his arm wraps around the man's waist- holding him against him. It is easy then to so guide Sebastian's head back against his shoulder, turning it slightly, exposing the man's neck entirely to him as the vampire so often did to him- their roles entirely reversed this evening.

His lips press to the man's neck, that hot breath brushing against his cool skin, Dorians own breathing decidedly unbalanced in that wealth of sensation his lovers body provides, allowing his lips to part all the same- letting his tongue run along the man's neck and very near to his ear in that stroke before nuzzling into his neck. Dorian so utterly lost in that want and need and lust and love he so has for this man- teeth biting down but a moment later on the man's neck. So turning those tables upon the vampire within the heat of that embrace. Dorian wholly content to fulfil his needs tonight in a far rawer fashion, one lacking that foreplay and teasing, the man simply taking what he so desperately craved.

Dorian Aragona