Dorian AragonaHis Royal Highness

He was so entirely sure that for however long he might live he would never get tired of those breathy moans or soft sounds of satisfaction he so adored being able to draw from his companion in those all-too heated moments. So many of those sounds were surely lost amongst his own in those final few seconds before they both found that inevitable pinnacle of pleasure, Dorian so pushed over that final edge by the touch of that venom within his bloodstream and yet no part of the Fae King could bring himself to find any disdain in something so blissful as that. He had bedded more beings then he truly cared to count within that near-six hundred expanse of his life and yet they existed as little more than nameless faces, as forgettable and unremarkable as his own palace had often become in those never-ending years of his own unfortunate imprisonment. Dorian so having forgotten how truly good sex could be when shared with someone he craved so eternally, whom he desired so endlessly and indeed whom he loved so truly beyond words that this was, perhaps, but one of the few ways he might express such things without the eyes of the world upon either of them. Here, within this estate and this country, they were truly and desperately far from so much of that expectation that so eternally plagued the Monarch and how he adored to be free of it! It was within these stolen moments after all, that he might show Sebastian entirely and trulyexactly how he felt. There were no airs and graces between those sheets, no limits nor ties or binds of society. Sebastian was so entirely his to love in any fashion he liked and truly he relished in just that. How utterly empty his life had been without this man.

A contented sigh of sorts finds its way between his lips as Dorian so at last collapses against Sebastian, leaning easily into the hard plains of his lover's chest in some foolhardy effort to recover his breath and regain some control of his hammering heart. The rhythmic thrum of his consorts own heart was readily observed behind him, Dorian truly satisfied in that moment, assured that with Sebastian as close to life as any vampire could be that his next idea might not yet prove to be so unobtainable as he had once believed. How Sebastian might receive such an idea remained to be seen and yet here and now Dorian hardly concerns himself with that, his mind and body so wholly spent he is content to merely bask in that afterglow. He manages to utter that sentence all the same in between his attempts to catch his breath, Sebastian's breathing just as ragged as the vampire so released a chuckle of sorts, shifting slightly behind him to leave Dorian resting upon the bed alone. Those teasing words see the softest roll of his own slate-hued gaze, a simper finding its way to his features all the same, Dorian more than willing to admit his defeat at the hands of his lover this night and yet there was surely next time to so rectify his loss. The manner in which Sebastian so positioned himself between his legs was curious perhaps and yet Dorian so mistakenly believes the vampire to be simply seeking that closeness they so often shared in the wake of such things, one hand reaching idly forward to nestle in those golden brown locks with a playful gentleness before the vampire so assures him they are not yet done- one eye arching upward in clear surprise. Dorian had not yet even managed to catch his breath, surely Sebastian did not intend to do as such with him all over again with but a mere minute in between! Dorian assured he would need, well, five minutes at least before even Sebastian might be capable of coaxing his form into that response once more. Dorian too, so equally assured he had felt his consort find that release but moments ago. Surely even the vampire needed but a moments pause before he might rise to that occasion again? Dorian so oblivious to his lover's true intention in this.

He allows himself to be pressed back onto those soft sheets all the same, a clear inquisitiveness upon his features now, Dorian working still to calm his breathing, an effort so terribly hindered by Sebastian's touch upon his inner thigh. His already spent form, it would seem, holding at least some response to his lovers touch all the same as the sensation of the man's tongue so coaxed a simper to his lips. Even if they had reached the veritable high of their coupling but mere moments ago there was still a distinct pleasure to be found in the touch of his lovers tongue, Dorian so wrongly anticipating the vampire to so see about arousing him once more with just that touch of his lips and tongue alone. He rests upon his elbows now as the silver hue of his gaze met that bright blue of his companions own with a clear curiosity still, a simper tugging once more at his lips, his lover's true intent still so having failed to occur to him. How bold Sebastian was to so desire to take him a second time so soon!

"I think, Mon Cher, I might need a moment to- "

His words are cut off the mere moment those fangs- all four of them- bite into the flesh of his inner thigh, delivering a far higher dose of that venom then Dorian had ever been exposed to before. The pain of that bite is utterly unfelt if only for the speed at which that venom seemed to accost his system, a rather loud gasp forced from his lungs in the wake of it before that next breath he draws becomes nothing short of a moan as Sebastian feeds. He was used to that single bite, to so being left to enjoy that wave of pleasure as the vampire fed, Sebastian so often closing that wound as those chemical effects begun to weaken and yet, this time, the mere moment that venom begun to ease from that immediate rush he feels his lovers fangs bite again.

"Good god."

The words are very near breathed through his teeth, fingers clutching at the sheets beneath him as another groan vibrates within him, his form rapidly beginning to respond now, those nerve endings so incapable of ignoring that command of that venom that was now flooding his system with little chance for recovery in any sense. Dorian becoming distinctly aware of Sebastian's goal in this, that third bite so seeing his back arch in response to the sheer pleasure that had so overtaken him. Dorian losing count entirely somewhere after that, aware so vaguely of those teeth nipping at his flesh and yet every part of his form had so simply become enslaved to that venom alone, responding to it entirely now. Dorian finding himself so headed towards that pleasurable high once more, for a second time in but the one coupling, such a thing near unheard off. The Fae King so never having been subject to anything such as this before, Dorian hardly caring any longer if anyone else should hear those moans or ragged breaths. The man so squirming against his companion in those final few moments, a series of Italian curses upon his lips before he somehow so inexplicably finds that release for a second time.

He is left utterly breathless in the wake of it, Dorian incapable of nothing but so attempting to breathe. Dorian so assured in that moment that Sebastian was, by far, the most skilful being upon this very earth, surpassing even himself, after all, for all his six hundred years of life even he could not bring about such a thing a second time and so quickly after the first. His venom surely a method of cheating in a fashion and yet one Dorian so relishes in all the same. The Monarch simply laying upon those sheets for several moments longer with ragged breath and thundering heart, Dorian nothing short of utterly astounded, any words to so describe that failing to come to him before he manages at last to pull himself to his elbows once more and allow his gaze to meet Sebastians own once more. His words a breathless tumble all the same and yet that grin upon his features cannot be denied.

"I think that you have won- entirely. That was.....entirely unbelievable. In six hundred years I have never had that happen."

It is not without a distinct effort that Dorian so manages to seat himself more upright now, shifting to lean forward and capture his lover's lips with his own in a distinctly affectionate kiss. Dorian pulling away just so, his thoughts only now seeming to regain any sense of logic, Dorian so attempting to consider whether or not his legs might hold him should he choose to walk- deciding against it within nearly the same moment. His lips pressed now to Sebastian's cheek before gesturing to his bag within the corner of the room.

"I think perhaps you might be deserving of your birthday present now, Bastian, while I so catch my breath perhaps you might fetch it? It is wrapped up in the front of my luggage."

He waits only so long as it takes Sebastian to do just that. Dorian shifting upon the bed to make room for his lover to sit beside him once more before gesturing for the man to open that package, an impish simper of sorts upon his features and yet it is this moment of distraction that Dorian so chooses to, at last, put to the test his newest of affinities. He reaches so effortlessly for that life that coursed now so thickly through the vampires veins. His own blood and as such his own life in a sense was far easier to manipulate then that of another- this the reason for so encouraging the man to take his blood. Dorian so activating it now. One day, surely, he would be strong enough to bring the vampire to life without needing such extra assistance as that pounding heart and yet for now this was the only way he knew how, infusing every cell within his lovers body with life far greater and far more potent than that borrowed blood might ever do, a feeling of warmth so surely encompassing his lover entirely in those moments. Dorian uttering no words as he did. Merely watching his own affinity so take hold, adding perhaps a little more here and there from himself and his own life force until he could see that vampire glow.

"They are for the morning- you shall need them."

Whether or not Sebastian had so realised why he had been gifted a pair of navy blue sunglasses Dorian hardly knew. His gaze moving briefly then to eye that window, dawn less than an hour away. His words were truly soft now, one hand resting on his lovers own, squeezing it gently.

"I know it breaks your heart, Bastian, to not show me your home in the daylight I....cannot give you more than an hour, maybe two, I am not strong enough yet but....Happy Birthday, Mon Cher."