The Sun Also Rises

The manner in which his lovers eyes so readily rose upward in clear surprise at the near expert manner in which he downed that singular shot was hardly missed by that ever-observant Fae. That simper tugging at his lips as the glass was handed to the vampire in turn. There was still, it seemed, those few little things his Consort did not know about him and yet for tonight at least Dorian was wholly content to allow that mystery to continue to linger. It had, in truth, been quite a few years since he had last partaken of enough of the drink to send him into that oblivion in which nothing mattered and he hardly cared what became of him. It had been something of a poor habit he had developed two hundred years ago in simple response to how utterly dismal his imprisonment had become. Alcohol had been a relief of sorts, a manner of escape even if his physical form could not and while he had hardly ever shared such dismal things with his lover, for truly it made poor conversation he was sure, there had been times in his younger days in which he could well have given Sebastian a veritable run for his money in just how much of that substance he could down and remain standing. A part of him hardly unopposed to challenging his lover to just that sort of competition one day and yet his tolerance for modern alcohols was something he need re-learn well before he made any such attempts as that. Those modern spirits after all, tended to hold a strength quite unlike those wines of old. Yet still- the Fae was hardly unopposed to a night or two of just that sort of fun in time. His gaze returned in inquisitively to Sebastian then, the vampire allowing his tongue to caress the bottom of that glass if only to taste at the Grappa within, declaring it akin to Absinthe as Dorian's own head tilted but slightly.

"I fear I have never tried Absinthe but yes, Grappa has a fruity taste to it. It can be pleasant with morning coffee."

That entirely knowing smile had so readily returned to his lips, Dorian moving to lean back upon that carpet now, his bare skin relishing the warmth of that fire and too that look of want he had so at las managed to stir within his companion. The Fae King taking a certain amount of pleasure from having Sebastian's gaze upon him in such a fashion. His thoughts distracted only by the next number to be pulled- one that assured him yet another victory as he leaned forward to claim Sebastian's shirt for his own. The particular scent of the man's cologne was heavy about the neck of that garment, Dorian inclined to that observance as it was placed within his hand, a part of him almost relishing that scent if only because he had come to associate it entirely with the being he loved. The Monarch curious to find that the mere scent of him was...wholly arousing, the glorious sight of those hard plains of his chest so combined with just that odour resulting in the beginnings of that more physical response- and yet for now, Dorian was wholly committed to finishing that game before seeing to any of his other needs. Indeed, he was wholly committed to winning it. The man unable to recall the last time he had lost and yet his previous partners had so been required by their mere positons in like to allow him to win. That a King should lose to a servant was unacceptable even despite his efforts to assure then he would rather delight in the challenge of someone trying to beat him. Sebastian so finally affording him that challenge he desired.

His sock was the next article of clothing to fall, Dorian almost boyishly presenting his feet to Sebastian to allow the vampire to choose which of his socks to take as a trophy, his gaze rolling lightly as the man seemed to contemplate the decision as if it were truly important before pilfering that left one. It was the eventual appearance of the number ten however that so returned that look of delight to his features, a soft sound of curiosity parting his lips as he moved to flip his second red tile. This one a decidedly pleasing treat that was passed to his lover in turn if only to prove its validity before it was tossed back towards him. Such a tile affording him those two minutes of his lovers attention anywhere he should require it. Dorian entirely content to keep such a prize for the most opportunistic moment. Sebastian so often inclined to ignore those parts of himself he was often the most desperate to have his attention lavished upon. Wretched creature he was! The vampire's chuckle met with that somewhat coy shrug of his own shoulders, a grin dancing upon his lips all the same. Dorian holding every intention of so using that prize tonight.

"I suppose you shall have to wait and see."

He was all-too close then to winning that game. Dorian but one number away while Sebastian might yet prove to need two before he could secure that victory. He reached easily forward then to take that final number from the bag, eyeing it momentarily before peering down at his own board and across to Sebastian, his features scowling slightly. Dorian glancing now back towards the vampire before declaring it to be a bad number and one they simply did not need. Sebastian's own observation of the game board was hardly missed, the vampire declaring a moment later that it surely had to be the number forty-five. Dorian glancing down at that disc in his hands as if it required further checking before abruptly shaking his head.

"It isn't."

Such words were nothing short of a lie entirely, the Fae so sliding his hand away from his lover's pre-emptive reach. Dorian content then to keep that hand away from Sebastian, as if concealing that disc might somehow return victory to him and so coax the vampire to retrieve it. He had not perhaps, fully anticipated his companions efforts to catch him instead of the hand in which that prize was held. Dorian momentarily surprised to find himself pushed firmly back upon the rug, Sebastian over him well before he could make any attempt to rise to his feet, the weight of the man pinning him down. The moment those lips brushed against his own however, any attempt to so escape was all but forgotten, Dorian unable to prevent that soft sound of desire that stirred within his throat- that kiss eagerly returned. It was almost instinctive, the way the fingers of his free hand interlaced with Sebastian own. He knew that mans body near as well as he knew his own, some movements having become wholly habitual to the point they required near no thought. That glorious feeling of skin on skin so interrupting his thoughts further, Dorian becoming aware far too late of those fingers that gently pried that disc from his hand. The Fae attempting to grasp back onto it far too late as Sebastian so suddenly lent away. Dorian collapsing back onto the rug beneath him in clear defeat, arms folding across his chest in a manner almost comical given his position as Sebastian looked positively gleeful above him. How rare it was to out-fox a Fae! Sebastian having cheated he was sure.

"Yes, yes, very clever of you. I suppose you ought to let me up if you want my jeans."

He waited only so long as it took the vampire to shift from atop him, a part of the man loath to have him move at all and yet Sebastian had so won those pants from him. Dorian nothing if not good to his word as he stood. It was with a deliberate slowness however, that he moved to undo his belt, sliding it slowly free before letting it fall to the floor- his fingers lifting with that same lack of haste to undo the button and fly of those jeans. His thumbs hooked within that loosened waist band, sliding them slowly down his figure- no more than the tops of those undergarments being displayed before the man moved to shuck his jeans from him entirely, grasping them with one hand as he stepped aside to toss them at the vampire now. Finally affording Sebastian a view of that underwear. They were a truly far cry from those normally loose boxer shorts the man wore. The pair of briefs Dorian had donned were fitted, tight and left truly little to the imagination as they clung to every curve and swell. Those few moments upon the floor having resulted only in certain parts of his anatomy becoming all the more accentuated still. They were strikingly bright even in the semi-dark of his bedroom. That underwear decorated entirely in a blood red roses print, touches of white or black used to better show each blooming flower. Calvin Klein's no less. Dorian's gaze glancing upward to meet the navy of his lovers own now, his shoulders lifting in a teasing shrug.

"I think we are beyond carnations now. I thought it time to give you roses."

He shifted then, turning to let his lover admire them from behind. Dorian entirely aware of how pleasing certain assets tended to look from that angle and in that tight fabric. The man peering back over his own shoulder with that warm simper now before turning back around. It was easy then, to close that small distance between them, one hand reaching up to run through those dirty blonde locks, settling upon the back of Sebastian's head to guide the vampires lips back to his own. Dorian relishing in that taste all over again before pulling back just so. His words entirely soft then, a certain thickness having overtaken them with that simple want he hardly cared to hide.

"You did win our game, Mon Cher. That means you get to choose just how you might like to have me. You have a promise to keep though and I have a prize to use too."

That simper danced upon his lips a final time, one finger lifting to tease but briefly at the hem of Sebastian's jeans. Dorian entirely curious as to what lay beneath. His lips pressing once more to his lovers own in a brief stolen kiss. Dorian wholly content to ask that question Sebastian had perhaps spent the better part of his existence asking others. There was, after all, a plethora of options to utilise. Dorian entirely sure each of them was glorious. Bed, couch, floor, wall.....table. The Fae content in any choice the vampire might make.

"What do you want tonight?"

Dorian Aragona