Dorian AragonaHis Royal Highness

How easy it was to become so utterly lost in that wealth of sensation that bite might afford him! A sound of pure satisfaction so stirred from his lips in the wake of those teeth piercing into his flesh, chasing away that fleeting pain to replace it with that intoxicating substance that seemed to alight each and every nerve within his form to experience that distinctly unique pleasure Sebastian alone was so capable of providing him. Dorian assured he would never tire of the taste of the man, his hands, his body nor his fangs in any sense. It was a sheer and utter bliss, Dorian so hardly finding he cared in any sense that the true use for the venom was, perhaps, to so render the vampires victims into an agreeable state of sorts to better facilitate his feeding. The Fae King so having come to find such venom was an almost addictive sensation. Sebastian himself a decided addiction in more then one sense of the word and yet one he had little desire to separate from. He finds himself pressing against his lover with an almost renewed ardency, his hips grinding against the vampires own to further whatever sensation that friction might so rewarded him, the vampires own arousal so distinctly clear- increasing his own all the more in the desperate bid for further closeness before he finds himself near entirely pinned beneath the other man. Dorian merely allows his head to fall softly back upon that bed, allowing Sebastian to feed at will, his own unsteady breath and thumping heart joined soon enough by his consorts own. Something almost akin to satisfaction at having afforded his lover that very life settling within himself.

That Sebastian had, this time, fed for perhaps a moment longer then he so normally did so hardly seemed to render any concern within the King in any sense. He had, time and time again so trusted the vampire to stop at whatever moment was right and before any lasting damage might be done. Dorian so placing his very life within the vampires hands each and every time and yet his faith within his companion was steadfast. Dorian never once so considering the man might not stop. Indeed, given the state of his pale skin and those hours spent upon that plane the intensity of his Consorts hunger was hardly surprising in any sense. Dorian wholly capable of affording him more than he ever truly took and yet it is his own hidden affinity that so seeks to stroke ever so faintly at Sebastian now, if only to assure those protective instincts were indeed the most dominant of his desires in that moment. Dorian so entirely unaware of that possessiveness too that was so often coaxed to the forefront of his companions emotions. The Monarch far more taken in that moment with relishing that sensation of having his blood drawn from his veins, that warm feeling of his companions lips and tongue and too that every present venom a veritable cocktail of pleasure that so stoked an utter desire for more within the Monarch. Dorian needing his lovers touch in those moments that followed. The man hardly willing to allow Sebastian but even a moment to so consider that he had fed but a little longer then normal. Dorian assured he was no worse for it, shifting beneath the man as soon as he was able to find his companions lips with a truly determined fervour.

Ah, how pleasing the beat of his heart and too- that heated skin! The taste of his own blood upon his companions lips was all but ignored, Dorian so having tasted it countless times before, the man hardly opposed in any true sense to that taste- his lips pulling back just so to utter those French lyrics. The man wholly determined to finish what he had started and bring his lover to a state of being as close to life as he was able before he was capable of so attempting this newest of ideas. It was easy then, to so guide Sebastian into a more upright and kneeling position upon that bed before him, fingers reaching to catch upon the hem of those already loosened pants to work them down over the mans hips and allow him access to those most intimate, sensitive areas. Each kiss he afforded his lover was so eagerly returned, the utter bliss of moments just as this hardly lost upon him before he moved to take the man within his hands. It was practice alone perhaps, that had so afforded the Fae King with that intimate knowledge of the man before him, Dorian so eternally devoted to understanding just how and where Sebastian might enjoy such caresses to the fullest capacity. The man so coaxing his lover closer and closer to that inevitable release with every stroke from tip to base and back once more. After all, if there was but one way to stir that undead heart into a veritable orchestra of beats it was surely this. That moan he is rewarded with a truly glorious sound, each kiss becoming slower, deeper and yet that distinct heaviness to the vampires breathing was hardly missed. Dorian so wholly aware of his lovers body and too just when to cease his caresses if only to afford them both that final, blissful closeness.

He turned easily then, pressing his back against the toned, hard plains of Sebastian's chest, delighting in that heat and warmth that so radiated from the man now before his arms reached upward to encircle his neck, softly pulling the vampire against him now to press his lips to his lovers ear- uttering but a simple hint towards those final wants. Dorian pressing more fully against his consort now. That hand that so reached to tilt his chin upward was hardly unwelcome, the man so affording his lover that kiss he seemed to desire before Sebastian's hands encircled his own, a momentary inquisitiveness seeming to exist somewhere between that haze of want that afflicted his thoughts, allowing Sebastian to guide his hands as he so desired- leaning forward to rest them on the bed. Sebastian's hands resting upon his hips is the only true indication of what Dorian so knew would follow, the vampire re-positioning for but a moment before his hips rolled forward in a single, smooth action. Another groan forced from his own lips in response. The discomfort that followed was but momentary, those nights of practice so having come to see Dorian relax far more readily then he once did, the Fae shifting but slightly before Sebastian's hips so encouraged his own to meet that pace. Such discomfort gave way to that ever glorious pleasure of so having Sebastian within him entirely. That soft, low moan from the vampire was lost somewhere within the sound of his own, Dorian so dimly aware of his consort's hands moving downward between his own thighs before his fingers moved to caresses those remaining parts of himself that craved that touch.

How glorious it was to have a lover so attentive, Sebastian endlessly capable of simply understanding just when and how he so desired those strokes. Dorian momentarily unable to decide whether he desired to press forward into those firm caresses or back against that ardent movement of his lovers hips, the King awash with those sensations from each direction, fingers so tightening upon those bed sheets in response to that utterly undeniable pleasure that had so rapidly begun to build. His own breathing had become distinctly heavier, his heart rate near racing now as he so approached that inevitable peak, Sebastian maintaining that flawless rhythm between his hands and hips in a way even Dorian himself had not yet mastered- that pace increasing now before he finds himself upon that very brink of control. His own form presses more fully back into Sebastian now if only to assure the other man too was poised upon that very edge, seeking to have his lover afford him just that bit more pace and firm touch- perhaps even to see if he might encourage yet another bite from the vampire. Dorian was so often the first of that pair to reach that pleasurable high, the Fae King determined to be otherwise tonight, so offering his lover that rarely seen display of added and unexpected endurance that might so take the vampire momentarily off guard. Each roll of his own hips so sought to encourage just that bit more from Sebastian as he hadn't before, curious perhaps to see if the vampire might have that bit extra to give him still. Ah, but all the ways he might surprise his lover!