you were the answer to my dreams

The vampire was all too aware of those desires that stirred within his companion beneath him, he could feel Dorian so pressing against him, quite literally allowing his own hips to so grind against his companion's hips in an entirely teasing fashion as his own carnal needs were so readily coaxed to the surface. His own breath so hitched softly as Dorian's lips pressed against his skin, and yet, he found himself momentarily holding back. There was no denying that he enjoyed the fashion in which he was so capable of making the italian fae squirm beneath him, that simple action entirely a weakness that was so capable of arousing him. His own husky lyrics were entirely distinct, that English accent so effortlessly invading his words in that moment as he shifted forward, his hips once again pressing into the figure of his lover before those fangs so bit into that flesh without a moment's hesitation. His hunger, it would seem, far outweighed even that never ending lust for his companion within that moment. He was all too aware of the way his lover winced against him at that unexpected sensation of pain and yet, his venom was all too quick to so remedy that feeling.

He was aware, vaguely, of Dorian's voice so uttering that phrase Sebastian himself muttered more often than once and yet, such words were entirely lost upon him the moment that hot red liquid so hit his tongue. It took a bit of sucking at those two symmetrical marks to so coax that blood to flow as freely as he yearned for it too and yet, the moment it so started, Sebastian found himself lapping at it as if his very life somehow depended on this very moment - which, in a way, it very much did. That sound of that groan only caused the vampire to so innately press his hips and growing arousal into the form of his lover's body once again, the vampire shifting ever so slightly as Dorian's head leaned back against that bed to only find a better position to so coax that blood from the King's veins. God how utterly delectable the taste of his lover was. He was a specific kind of utterly untainted sweetness, one that Sebastian wanted very much to protect in more way than one. He wanted to so keep Dorian untainted by those chemicals of this world and yet, as he so greedily drank every drop he could coax from his lover's artery, there was a different kind of desire to protect that so saw him loosen his grasp upon the fae King beneath him.

After all, the fae King was, irrevocably and unashamedly, his. Fate had so predestined them and this was not a relationship he would so lose simply because he was incapable of so keeping those feral desires in check. God, he couldn't live through another situation like that. Even just the thought of it was enough to send a small shudder down his spine, his tongue so immediately licking at that wound to encourage that blood to clot. He shifted ever so slightly, leaning upwards only to find in that instant that Dorian so eagerly pressed his lips against his own, regardless of that blood that still lingered there. He found himself so eagerly pressing his lips against those of his lover's, entirely willing to let Dorian alone push away those thoughts that so momentarily tugged at him. A soft breath left his lips as Dorian pulled away, those French lyrics so breathly brushing across his own lips and yet, he was all too aware of what that faster beat of his heart might so entail. Slowly, the vampire shifted off of his lover with the King's careful guiding, allowing his companion to so tug at the hem of his jeans to free his own body from the constraints of that fabric.

He glanced downwards for but one fleeting moment before Dorian so captured his lips once again, the undead creature returning each kiss with a unyielding ardor. He inhaled softly as the fae King's touch so encompassed him, that moan so immediately coaxed from the vampire at those gentle touches that he had so longed for. Those steady caresses entirely furthered the vampire's arousal, those kisses returned slower and with some measure of distraction as Dorian so coaxed those soft sounds of satisfaction from his lips. Somehow, without even the slightest bit of effort, Dorian so managed to somehow master his own body, so touching him exactly in the fashion he not only yearned for but so enjoyed. His breath came faster with each passing moment, and too, in turn, that heart began to beat with a steady tempo and yet, in that moment, such a minute detail was entirely irrelevant to the vampire. Rather, it was those sensations that assaulted him that gained all of his attention as Sebastian found himself creeping ever closer towards that moment of euphoria.

As much as he despised it, he was hardly surprised when but moments before that inevitable release, he found the King's hands so entirely absent from his figure. Those blue eyes so immediately fluttered towards the fae King as the man shifted, only to nestle against the bareness of his own chest. He felt Dorian's hands encircle around his neck, his azure gaze nearly instantly met those silver irises in that moment as one hand rose to so shift Dorian's chin upwards. He was well aware of Dorian's body pressed against him, so encouraging him with what he too knew his companion so desired - it was something in which Sebastian was all too willing to offer and yet, first, he found himself stealing yet another kiss from his lover's lips. Slowly, he reached up to Dorian's hand momentarily holding them within his own before he leaned forward to reposition the King as he so wanted him, with his hands upon the bed beneath them. His own fingertips found the King's waist, wasting no time in so fulfilling those very desires.

His hips rolled forward after a moment of careful repositioning, so eagerly entering his lover in a smooth movement that came only with that practice they so readily engaged in. He allowed Dorian the slightest moment to so reposition before Sebastian so set that pace, his own breath remaining all too quick, his moan soft and low. And yet, despite that satisfaction he himself was able to find within Dorian, the vampire was hardly ignorant to the King's needs. After all, he had so veritably teased the man, ignored those areas he knew Dorian so desired his touch and now, the vampire was all too willing to provide it. His fingers moved slowly against Dorian's skin, around his hip and towards that inner thigh before brushing upwards and to that very place in which he was so particularly wanted. It took thought, and a great deal of effort to not only keep up that pace of their hips so pressing against one another but too those firm touches in which he so provided his lover in those moment's all the while remaining entirely attentive to the fae King's own breath and beat of his heart. After all, he was determined to take exactly what he had promised Dorian - only when the time was so right.

Sebastian Ellington