The Sun Also Rises

There is something almost pleasing in that frustrated groan that so manages to leave his lovers lips in those moments in which Dorian leaves the man so purposefully unfulfilled if only to further heighten that pleasure in the moments soon to come. Dorian stepping so effortlessly around the vampire to position himself behind the man- that rapid sound of Sebastian's breathing so wholly pleasing if only because it is by Dorian's actions alone that had so brought about that nearly delicious sound and that look of carnal want that so afflicted his lovers features. How glorious it was to be so wanted, so needed and to so feel those very desires in turn. How much he adored that look of focus and lust and love that so radiated from Sebastian now as the vampire looked upon his own frame. Ah, how he delighted in this, all of it, every part of the Fae King so entirely fixated upon Sebastian alone in that moment and the sensations he might afford and too- take from the man for his own pleasure. He had never before wanted another with surely as much potency as he seemed to want Sebastian over and over again. He had too- never needed another in the same fashion as he needed Sebastian in the way he needed air itself. It was ridiculous, scandalous and surely utterly dangerous to feel so strongly for a single individual and yet in those all-too precarious of moments Dorian understands so readily why kingdoms had fallen or armies had fought- all in the name of love. There is nothing, surely, he would not do for this man.

Yet here and now it is those more primal, more carnal wants for satisfaction and that blissful closeness that so drives his actions and stokes at the fire of need. Dorian so allowing his hands to guide Sebastian's own from behind in this moment, feeling the man's fingers so interlace with his own, stirring the softest of simpers to his lips at even this gentle gesture before he encourages Sebastian to take hold of the edge of that mahogany desk with little but this to so indicate his intentions- that paint so seeming to have spread across the both of them in every direction. The vampire's hands upon that polished desk so sure to leave painted prints and yet in this moment Dorian hardly cares for the sanctity of the furniture or those meticulously neat papers atop it. His hand rests firmly upon the vampires hip, the other moving to free himself from that tangle of clothing, letting his own pants and undergarments fall to the floor as he positions himself as he desires to be. This time, Dorian affords his lover truly little warning before he enters the man, the Fae King allowing his hips to thrust with a measure of confidence he had so lacked their first time- this but the second in which he had taken the man in such a fashion and too without that wetness and weightlessness of the water to so facilitate his actions. Yet, in this, Dorian was nothing if not a decidedly swift learner. Those groans of satisfaction rolling so audible from his lips as he so relishes that sensation Sebastian alone can provide him.

It is, after all, only Sebastian he has ever performed such couplings with and indeed only Sebastian in turn he had ever allowed to offer him the same. In all his years of life he had perhaps been presented with endless opportunities for just this sort of act and yet he had refused it each and every time until that night within the heated water of the vampire's bath. Dorian holding no refusal at all, having simply given in to those wants as he had failed to do in several centuries and without even a hint of hesitation. Souls, it would seem, are perhaps entirely destined to find one another and know too perhaps, well before the minds that command them, just when something is so fated to be. Those sounds he might steal from his lover in turn are nothing short of exquisite to his own ears, little about his actions tonight holding that gentleness of their times before, offering Sebastian but moments alone to adjust to that fleeting discomfort before Dorian can simply no longer prevent that roll of his own hips that encompasses him only further within his companion as he so desires to be. Sebastian hardly taking long to share in that rhythm. The vampire's initial gasp of surprise is rapidly lost within those groans Dorian worked to draw from him. The Monarch so at last beginning to find that closeness he utterly craved now- Dorian vaguely aware of his companions hands so tightening in their grip of the desk edge he clutched. The man almost satisfied in this response.

It is only then, with his breathing as entirely unsteady as Sebastian's own that he moves to adjust their position if only slightly, guiding the man to stand, adoring in that touch of skin on skin and too the feel of the man against him and around him in every sense of the word. Dorian entirely content to hold the vampire to him as his free hand so guides the man's head to the side and against his shoulder, exposing that pale flesh of his neck. Ah, but how he delighted in that shudder that so seemed to run through his companions form at the touch of heated breath upon his neck and that sound of rapid breathing that seemed to become only more unsteady with each passing moment! That steady ascent of pleasure so eclipsed him with each stroke as Sebastian pressed back against him. Dorian allowing his tongue to brush along that sweet flesh of his lover before nuzzling into his neck, a simper adorning his features at that moan his consort so released in response before Dorian allowed his own teeth to find Sebastian's flesh as the vampire had done to himself countless times in that way he so loved. Each coupling they share is perhaps an experiment within itself, a chance for the Monarch to both lavish affection upon the man in every way he should so please and yet too- a chance to so discover just when and how Sebastian best liked to be appreciated. Dorian entirely content to discover every hidden pleasure or unspoken want within the man. Immortality once more, surely a perk in this side of eternal existence.

Dorian so refuses to break that ardent motion of his own hips, continuing to hold Sebastian against him all the same though whether to truly prevent the man from shifting else entirely an attempt to satisfy his need to be as close as physically possible he hardly knew nor cared to consider. His teeth bite into that cool flesh, seeming to draw a second gasp of surprise from the man- Dorian so attuned to every reaction before that gasp seemed to melt into a moan of pleasure. The vampires entire form seemed to relax against him as Dorian so allows his teeth to brush across that cool flesh before slipping back behind his lips- kissing that skin now in a trail towards his lovers shoulder as his own tempo only increases all the more. Dorian finding himself entirely upon that edge of his own control. Those whispered words however are hardly missed, Dorian grinning against the man's skin and within that tangle of sensation that seems to assault him. Such words- even spoken within that moment of passion are exquisite to him, perfect, glorious in every fashion as his lips press back beneath Sebastian's ear now. His own words entirely ragged between those fractured breaths and yet so irrevocably true.

"I fucking love you too. Only you."

Yet it was more then that. Somehow. Sebastian his entire world in that moment. His lips part once more, teeth biting down again slightly lower than the last time now, Dorian's fingers raking through those blue green locks of his lovers hair all the same as yet another groan is drawn from his lips and released onto that pale flesh. The Fae King so incapable of holding back that wave of pleasure any longer, his grasp upon Sebastian tightening once more as his thrusts increase until they both find that pleasurable peak at last- Dorian moaning entirely into Sebastian's shoulder as he does. It is only now that his own motion slows, breathing completely ragged against the man's back before Dorian gently pulls himself from his companion now. His head rests upon his lovers shoulder still, the fine layer of sweat upon his frame so mingling with the paint that seemed to have gotten itself everywhere- his arms, both now, wrapped around the man as he leans upon him in that glorious exhaustion. Unwilling even now to be parted from him.

"That, I think, was fucking."

The amusement within his words is laced with affection, lips pressing to kiss against Sebastian's neck, noting for the first time that he had managed to leave faint marks from his own teeth upon the man. They were hardly akin to the puncture wounds Sebastian's own feeding left upon his flesh and yet in that moment Dorian finds himself almost satisfied with the effort- the tip of his tongue so brushing against those shallow marks as he simply allows himself to breath. How he relished those sounds and sensations and scents that seemed so potent in the wake of such things! That love he had for the man within his arms seeming, somehow, impossibly, all the more ardent in the wake of that shared union and those feelings of closeness they had so finally achieved. Dorian at last finding his words once more, uttered softly between those ragged breaths.

"Bastien, do you feel thoroughly 'dated' now?"

Whether this was, or was not, how most 'dates' went was entirely unknown to the Fae. Dorian assured he had done an exemplary job all the same in so crafting this evening- even if it had ended up with far more of the pair painted then he ad truly intended. Dorian becoming aware for the first time of how.....green his own hair appeared to be from those places Sebastian's fingers had brushed. His own locks surely not so painted as Sebastian's all the same.

"I think when we are ready- if you are not opposed Mon Amour. That we should find our way to your bath, enjoy that heated water together and wash away what remains of my kingdoms from the both of us....."

Dorian Aragona