you were the answer to my dreams

Despite the evenings that Sebastian had spent simply entangled in the arms of his lover, there was a simple enjoyment to be found at the occasional sharing of such experience he had so gained between those sheets with the numerous men and women that had come before the King, even with something as small as that change in position. He had, after all, once informed his lover that he was all too eager to share the multitude of other places they were so capable of copulation beyond the bedroom and the bed within it. Was it not equally as pleasing to too share the multitude of positions they were so capable of indulging in when they returned to that mattress? This one, in itself, was hardly unique in any fashion, truly, and yet, he had never quite taken his lover like this. The vampire was all too pleased when the fae King failed to inquire after the perhaps unusual position he'd so placed his lover within - upon his hands and knees. His own fingers gripped at that skin upon Dorian's waist, so pausing behind the man to position himself exactly as necessary before he slid forward to so fulfil the King's unspoken desires. Sebastian was hardly oblivious to that moan that so left his lover's lips in response to that sudden closeness that was afforded, so bring a ghost of a simper to the vampire's own lips. There was nothing quite like the intimacy of such sweet encounters such as this when it was with one you loved, and how Sebastian loved Dorian.

It was only after he was assured Dorian was ready, quite literally feeling the man relaxing around him and scooting into his hips, that the vampire so began to move at a rhythmic pace, entirely ignoring the way the mattress shifted slightly beneath them. It was only once they had established that pace that Sebastian leaned forward, his fingertips so brushing against his lovers skin in a tantalizingly teasing trail before taking the man firmly within his grasp. He could sense that momentary indecision as he so assaulted his lover with those sensations and yet he so relished in the man's reactions - so capable of feeling that pleasure he so willingly beset his lover with as the man's body so responded innately to those sensitive touches and consisting thrusting of his hips. His own heart was thudding with renewed vigor within his chest, his breath entirely quicker with each forward movement and yet, Sebastian himself was entirely unable to suppress those moans that so left his lips with an ever increasing occurrence.

His eyelashes fluttered close in that moment as Dorian so pressed firmly into him and against him, a sound of satisfaction so falling from his lips as he tipped ever closer towards that edge of endurance. He was hardly oblivious to the simple fact that tonight alone his over had so managed to perhaps thwart him, pushing the vampire ever closer towards that moment of ecstasy before he had even so haphazardly thrown his lover over that very edge. His pace increased ever so slightly at that wordless encouragement, his breath came quicker and yet, Sebastian was hardly one to be so outdone at this art he so excelled at. Every fiber within his being from his body to that venom his saliva produced and those affinities he held made him all the more a master at this decidedly simple action and yet, all of that mastery was now solely reserved for the fae King alone. He leaned forward with his free hand to so take Dorian's within his own, pulling his lover upwards ever so slightly with the gesture and flush against his form, all the while, attempting to keep those steady paces of not only his hips but too his fingers to the best of his capabilities.

Regardless of whether or not the vampire was aware of those multiple bites the fae King had so desired of him, he found himself all too willing to give them, his own taste for the King's blood hardly sedated by his first feeding. Although he was placated, Sebastian was hardly satisfied in that sense. His lips brushed against Dorian's neck, his breath still hot and quick as he brought his mouth slowly to the King's ear, whispering softly three simple words. "Je t'aime aussi, Dorian." (I love you too, Dorian). Although the feeling of adoration was certainly ever present within the vampire, it wasn't often he felt the need to voice his unrivaled affections for his companion. After all, many of their evenings together often ended wound up entangled within each other in a fashion quite similar to this, if that alone did not express his feelings, he hardly anticipated any words might. Still, he was hardly oblivious to the simple fact that Dorian had so voiced those very same three words, words in which Sebastian himself had yet to return. It was a silly thing, insignificant perhaps, and yet, the vampire felt it entirely necessary to ensure that heartfelt sentiment was returned every single time it was voiced.

However, the vampire hardly waited for any sort of response from his companion before he brought he fae King's wrist to his lips, so biting into that flesh and too that vein that ran beneath his lover's skin. The vampire himself was so lingering upon that brink of control, so attempting to fight off that sensation of pleasure that so threatened to overwhelm him with each movement of his body against his lover's and yet, if he was so going to so find himself finishing, he had every intention of taking his lover with him to that temporary completion. After all, he had so promised his lover three bites tonight and presently, the vampire was quite assured he was only at two. Although his intentions were left decidedly unvoiced, tonight, Dorian was hardly the only one with such ideas. He was fairly certain that he was entirely due for so surprising his companion in the fashion in which Dorian so often did himself.

Sebastian Ellington