Dorian AragonaHis Royal Highness

The warm palms of his hands had barely graced his lover before the vampire responded near immediately, his hips rolling forward to brush so tauntingly against those areas of Dorian himself that so simply craved him in every sense, another groan stirred to his lips in satisfaction even if that fabric still prevented him from enjoying his lover to the fullest. The Monarchs form so readily responded to such teasing until his very jeans proved to be a source of utter discomfort if only for how restrictive they were proving to be, a sensation both frustrating and yet almost tantalizing all at once. His own hips press all-too eagerly forward in response, pressing back against his lover with a decided need that was becoming wholly difficult to subdue. Sebastian so obediently turning his head to the side, allowing Dorian access to the smooth skin of his neck as his lips so afforded it a teasing trail of kisses that caressed that skin from chin, to neck and throat. His teeth nipped almost playfully at that flesh in turn, so seeking to draw the vampire's attention to him entierly. Ah, but those sounds he might draw from his consort were delightful! Dorian so relishing in each and every reaction he might stir to life in the man pressed against him, the Fae King so entierly content to subject his lover to any and every pleasurable sensation he was capable of providing. It is that momentary distraction of the vampires thoughts however, that so sees the Fae abruptly move his hands, dropping them lower, teasing ever closer to those far more sensitive parts of his companion- a sound of amusement at Sebastian's near instant response resounding softly from between parted lips and against his lovers neck.

Such a moment however, is inevitably short lived, Sebastian shifting abruptly to reach down to Dorians own jeans, that button and zipper easily loosened, Dorian so relishing even that momentary relief from that all to constricting denim only to result in Sebastian shifting them down just enough to allow him to press all the more teasingly against him without affording him any true release. Such a wretched thing he was! Dorian too, surely equally as guilty of such a thing and yet here and now he found himself craving those far firmer caresses his lover so denied him. A sound of undeniable want stirs readily within his throat once more, Dorian so protesting what he was denied, his own breathing becoming distinctly unsettled now as his hips so instinctively roll back against his companion all the same - grinding against the man in turn. Such a position as this afforded Sebastian far more control, a role Dorian so often found himself performing and yet he could hardly deny that enjoyment he took, too, from so yielding to his companions own wants in this. Those truly British lyrics are hardly missed, Sebastian's accent holding that eternal habit of strengthening insurmountably when the man became excited in any sense, Dorian so delighting in those distinctly arousing English lyrics before his lovers hips rolled forward again. Yet another groan stirs from between his lips before Sebastian leans so abruptly forward, those canines piercing suddenly and unexpectedly into the flesh at the base of his neck. Dorian wincing but slightly at that sudden flare of pain at those fangs breaking the skin before he finds himself struck with the utter potency of that venom.

"Bloody hell.....that's....good"

Such a distinctly English phrase is perhaps the first he has ever truly uttered, those words barely above a whisper and lost perhaps somewhere within that moan he simply cannot hold back, his head falling softly back upon that pillow behind in the wake of that utterly glorious sensation that afflicted him. Dorian was almost oblivious to the manner in which Sebastian's hunger had, perhaps, gotten the better off him even if only for a moment, the vampire effectively pinning him down beneath him as he so drew that blood from his veins. The venom was, perhaps, the most exquisite thing the Fae King had ever been subject too, the man almost inclined to forget each time how truly blissful it was, Dorian utterly lost in that haze for several moments, the man very nearly forgetting his own desires in this until that very first, faint beat of his lovers heart became apparent to him as it thrummed against his own chest. Good. Now he need only have it beat more strongly to ensure that blood spread throughout his lover's body entierly. The Monarch so seeming to note for the first time that Sebastian was still feeding, this perhaps....longer than he ever recalled his lover doing as such and yet no true sensation of concern managed to afflict him, his faith in the man steadfast. Dorian wholly oblivious, as always, to that soft extension of his own affinity so softly beginning to tug at the vampire, so coaxing those feeling of protectiveness to the surface and above that hunger. A failsafe of sorts perhaps, even if neither man were truly aware of it. That ever present possessiveness so stirred into life right along with it. Dorian aware of his companions tongue closing those wounds now.

He waits only so long as it takes his lovers weight to shift but slightly, Dorian leaning upward to capture Sebastian's lips with his own, hardly minding that taste of blood that so tainted this kiss. The Fae King hardly allowing his companion any moment to so consider he had, perhaps, feed just slightly longer than normal. Dorian so truly aware of Sebastian's ability to worry, the Monarch utterly unwilling to have the man afflicted with such now over his own health. The venom still so potent within his own system and too, so driving him to seek that further pleasure Sebastian alone might provide him and too that closeness he craved. Ah, how those bites had a way of so ending his desire to tease! Dorian so hardly afflicted by those few extra mouthfuls of blood his lover had taken. Indeed he sought only more of him.

"J'ai peur, mon amour, j'ai besoin de votre coeur battre plus vite que cela."
(I am afraid, my love, I need your heart to beat faster than this. Let me see what I might do.)

Such words were very near whispered against his lovers lips, an impish simper tracing his own, his hands shifting downward now to catch the hem of the vampires jeans, encouraging him to kneel now before pushing them down and over the man's hips to so finally free him entierly. His lips return with ardent fervour to the man's own, hands softly sliding now to take Sebastian within them and so subject him to those firmer caresses. How glorious that warmth that so radiated from his companion now! Ah, but how easy it was to so encourage his lovers heart into that more pleasing, lively rhythm. Dorian entierly content to continue, shifting and changing that pace or pressure just so until it was he so seemed to find just how Sebastian responded best. It is only when he can so feel the vampires inevitable approach to that release that Dorian so halts in his caresses. The Fae turning now upon his own knees to rest his back against his lovers chest, arms reaching back and up to encircle Sebastian's neck, adoring this closeness, lips pressing to the man's ear as he pressed too, more firmly back against his companions groin in clear want and undeniable desire for what Sebastian alone could give him. Those heated, whispered words so tainted with those husky notes and too that unsteady breath.

"I think, Mon Cher, consorts are allowed to indulge in all of me."