Dorian AragonaHis Royal Highness

It was wondrous thing, truly, that ever-delicate trust Sebastian bestowed upon him so readily and so easily. How precious such a thing was in so many ways and too- how determined he was to protect it from even the faintest touch of harm. It spoke volumes of their relationship, that Sebastian was so entirely willing to merely subject himself to whatever new fancy or idle thought that crossed the Fae's mind was a desperately glorious thing and yet how Dorian knew too that this newest 'idea' might so test the very depths of that trust well beyond what the vampire so anticipated. It would be entirely worth it however, in more ways than one, should such an idea prove to be as successful as he knew it could. How much easier it might prove to be with a subject as willing as his lover! Sebastian's assurance that he was but there to use as Dorian saw fit brought another ready grin to his lips, that rich chuckle so rolling from within his throat before he drew his companion towards him. How easily his lips found his lovers own and yet for all those nights of practice, for all those countless kisses they had shared there was no lack of passion to such a gesture. It hardly seemed to matter how many times or in how many ways he had taken in his lover before, his appetite for Sebastian was entirely endless as it had never been for any other. How quickly he had once tossed being upon being from his sheets often mere moments after he had so achieved what he desired from them with precious few over the centuries ever earning a second thought from the Monarch, let alone a second night. Sebastian the first whom had so managed, somehow, to steal night after night from him until he had come to relish sleeping beside the man. His bed empty without him. Dorian so unsure as to how he had ever managed to exist without the man at all.

A soft sound of appreciation stirs from within the depths of his throat at that far more intimate kiss he is rewarded with. It was a truly simple gesture and yet how he relished those kisses, his own heart rate already beginning to increase at the mere touch of his companion and that unspoken promise of pleasure he knew was so assuredly within their reach. It was with so small measure of reluctance that Dorian so at last allowed himself to pull but slightly away, silver gaze readily finding that deep indigo of Sebastian's own, that request of sorts upon his lips. After all, he needed his lovers heart to beat, he needed that blood to run through his veins even if only a small amount. Dorian assured to, that for this, it was his blood the other man would so require alone. The Monarch never before so openly requesting the vampire bite even despite that truly blissful state it so provided him and the manner in which he had very near come to crave it in those more intimate moments they shared. Dorian more often than not simply allowing his lover to take from him whenever the desire should strike him to do so. Tonight however, he merely needed that assurance he would. That soft chuckle that parts the vampire's lips saw his own soft simper return, Dorian leaning forward to steal but another kiss from him. The husky lilt to Sebastian's voice was hardly lost upon him as the man so assured him such taking could be arranged. His own lyrics laced with the faintest of teases.

"I suspected you could."

Ah, but how hungry he must be! It had been hours, perhaps even days, Dorian entirely incapable of truly piecing together just how they had shifted time zones, since his consort had last fed. The Fae King so incapable of denying that worry that afflicted him on occasion when it came to his lover, Dorian forever concerned for Sebastian's comfort, the idea that he might be hungry at any time so truly displeasing to him even despite the vampires assurances he hardly required such blood every day. It was perhaps that undeniable Italian within himself that seemed to see the man prone to worry over the hunger of the vampire, even if he so strove to prevent himself inquiring upon it in most instances. His own form reclines in an almost laconic position beside Sebastian now, his gaze moving across the pale, moon-touched skin of the other man, Dorian unable to prevent those wants that stirred to life at the sight of such perfection as that. That artistic part within himself assured even he might fail to capture such a thing with his paint, those words of appreciation for his lovers form and too for so allowing him now to recline upon that bed within his childhood home so stirred softly from his lips now.

Such a moment of peace however, seemed destined to come undone, Dorian making no effort to stop that chuckle that stirred from his lips as the vampire so effortlessly positioned him upon his back, that glorious feeling of skin on skin but a moment later as Sebastian's chest pressed against him so readily seeing his thoughts fixate upon the other man alone. His fingers so effortlessly intertwine with his companions, allowing the vampire to lift his arm, that touch of those pointed fangs against the delicate skin upon the inside of his wrist however readily seeing a single, sharp intake of breath. God how he wanted that bite! A groan he is entirely incapable of preventing so easily parts his lips before Sebastian merely, frustratingly, kisses that skin. Dorians gaze followed his lover almost intently now before the vampire leaned suddenly forward to nuzzle against that crook of his neck, his tongue brushing against the vein nestled there as the King so bit down upon his own lip in an effort to stop that whine of utter want that threatened to betray him now.

"You are a wretched creature."

That distinct hitch to his breathing is so impossible to deny with those words and yet it would seem the vampire was hardly done, that soft touch of fingers against his waist seeing both eyes widen slightly before the man's hand slid lower and lower still. Dorian shamelessly squirming beneath him now, his body betraying him entirely in responding to even that genteel touch before the vampire's fingers pressed against his inner thigh and the spot the Fae King so knew the man favoured even if he rarely partook from it. Dorian assured Sebastian was capable of bringing him to that point of satisfaction with those bites alone, the vampire very nearly having achieved it once before. God this man would be the death of him, of that he was sure, Sebastian's weight pressed against him so tauntingly preventing too much of his own movement as his own hands lifted to nestle within those dirty blonde locks all the same, seeking to draw Sebastian's gaze to his own.

"You are the most taunting, teasing, tempting man I know and yet for some inexplicable and ridiculous reason I love you all the same."

Each word is laced with good humour and too that undeniably note of arousal, his lips pressing again to the vampires own with a blissful sweetness and yet too- a determined want now. His own hands slide down the smooth skin of his lovers sides to settle but briefly on his waist. It was all-too easy then to merely allow his warm hands to slide beneath, following the hemline of his companion's pants, flicking loose that button and zip before flattening his hands to slip them beneath that loosened waistband and around- so purposely avoiding those more sensitive areas- to merely cup his lovers butt. Attempting now to encourage Sebastian to press all the more against him and provide that glorious friction. His own lips move softly from his lovers now, pressing against his jaw, nipping at that skin there before moving lower, kissing that trail over the man's neck and throat as far as he was able- so seeking to draw the vampires attention to just what his lips were doing. It is only then, when he is sure that trail of kisses he so captivated the vampires thoughts that he allows his hands to move once more, fingers slipping down to brush against the man's inner thighs from behind, drawing ever closer to those more intimate areas. A soft chuckle is released as little more than warm breath against his lover's neck in that unspoken promise of all manner of terrible things his hands might do in a further effort to coax that vampire into that state of arousal so often needed to bring about that bite (perhaps several if he was lucky). Dorian so having noted that it seemed to be within those final few moments of such couplings his lover so seemed to enjoy the taste of blood best- Dorian content enough to attempt to meet the man's preferences. After all, when had this room, let alone this exquisite bed, last been afforded the true appreciation it surely deserved?