The Sun Also Rises

He could hardly deny the pleasure he took from stirring that desire within his lover. Sebastian, like any mortal man, held those places upon his form that were decidedly sensitive to Dorian's touch. Some of those places were the same upon any man, some uniquely Sebastian's own preference. Dorian so assured he would find them all in time. That sensitive skin of his inner thigh so proving to be just one such places the Fae was wholly determined to lavish his attention upon if only for the sensations it might provide. Sebastian proving gloriously responsive to it. That sigh that fell from the vampire's lips was wholly rewarding as Dorian's fingers brushed both against that inner thigh and too those more intimate parts of the man to finally afford him that touch. His finger wound within the red strap of those delightful underwear to tug the vampire forward and to- hold him in place. His lips pressing to that attentive skin a moment later to allow his lips and tongue to work a path upward. Subjecting his lover to that same, slow path the vampire so often performed upon Dorian himself in pursuit of that softened inner flesh and the veins that ran beneath. His tongue ran softly upon that smooth skin so nestled between thig and groin, Dorian perhaps readily understanding just the intimacy of this very place now even if he hardly lusted after the blood beneath his lover did. His on head tilted slightly, teeth grazing that skin as he drew it between his lips before affording it a distinctly playful bite in imitation of the vampire himself. That groan so erupting from within his Consort was wholly satisfying as Dorian moved to lean away, that whine of regret and too the pout upon Sebastian's lips hardly missed and yet the Monarch was assured he might return to just that place before the night was over. The man hardly finished with him yet and yet distinctly content in that clear arousal he had created. How desperately he so loved to be the one who might coax Sebastian's body into such a state!

His fingers hooked beneath those red undergarments now, sliding them gently down his lovers figured and freeing him off that all-too restrictive fabric, his silver gazing lingering so unashamedly upon just that part of his Consort with a clear desire before moving to reach for his hand and guide him back to that couch. Dorian simply unable to be without that sensation of skin on skin any longer and the taste of Sebastian lips as they eagerly found his own in that fevered, ardent embrace. His own hips shifted forward again, momentarily grinding against Sebastian's own newly freed form, delighting in that friction and too- affording them both that desperately craved sensation of touch. His fingers remained nestled within Sebastian's own, guiding the man's hand downward and towards that clear arousal that so dearly desired the vampire's attention. Dorian content in that moment to call upon his prize for the evening, his voice unsteady and thick with that want Sebastian alone seemed to stir within him. The vampires query as to time was met with a ready nod of assurance. A simper tugging upon the Fae's lips at so having his lovers attention upon him for those whole two minutes before this notion of counting saw that look of inquisitiveness return.

"I need count? Very well."

How curious this was and yet there was little the monarch would not permit too between those sheets. For all his years within those castle walls the King had so gained his own reputation for being distinctly adventurous in such exploits when the mood should strike him. The man readily intrigued by this counting notion. Sebastian so declaring that no counting surely meant no prize, one silver eye arching upwards at this challenge of sorts as Dorian nodded his understanding and yet...one hundred and twenty was a distinctly large number. One that Dorian had, only now, so considered the difficulties off as the vampire slid lower down his form, hooking his fingers within those undergarments before so finally sliding them from his figure and freeing him from that restrictive fabric he had been all but straining against. A sigh of satisfaction falling from his lips. One hundred and twenty. This was perhaps not as easy as he had anticipated. Sebastian's mere presence lower upon his figure tonight already drawing some reaction from him without even but a touch!

Dorian shifted but slightly, pulling himself upward to rest upon his elbows as Sebastian's lips but barely grazed that part of himself, the Fae Kings attempt to steady his breath all but lost in that moment as the silver of his gaze met the blue of his lovers own. Sebastian holding him firmly within his hand before that soft, heated whisper against his flesh so declared he might start counting. The vampire's mouth embraced him in that same moment, the mere sight of it alone almost enough to bring him undone. Dorian assured he should remember that sight for as long as he lived before the brush of Sebastian tongue and too that glorious warmth forced a wholly appreciative groan from his lips. The Fae King so attempting a steadying breath if only to meet Sebastian's criteria for counting that he had nearly forgotten already.

"Uno, due, tre, quattro, cinque.....sei......sette, otto....nove....."

Those Italian numbers fell readily from his lips, Dorian forced to pause between several off them in an effort to maintain himself, a moan stirred from his lips, fingers tightening into the fabric of the couch as he continued counting. His breath was becoming distinctly more rapid, those numbers becoming breathless utterances, his heart quickening within his chest. God the feeling of it was glorious. Dorian so caught between that desire to have Sebastian keep going for all eternity and yet desperately craving that release in turn. One hand reached forward, nestling within Sebastian's hair, seeking to encourage the man to take only more of him and so desperately desiring to touch some part of him all the same.

"Quaranta, quarantuno......good god."

His own head fell back with a groan, fingers tightening within Sebastian's hair, Dorian hardly concerned in that moment that he might well have pulled it a little as his eyes fluttered closed in response to that sheer wealth of pleasurable sensation washing over him. Wretched creature! He could prevent that movement of his hips no longer, Dorian squirming beneath his lover now. The Fae King wholly aware of just how much Sebastian so seemed to enjoy stirring that response from him, Dorian having held out as entirely long as he could until remaining entirely still was simply no longer possible.

"Settantotto.....settantotto....settant.....settant....settant....fuck....."

He could no longer remember just what number he was at, his mind entirely clouded by that sensation alone as his words so shifted from Italian counting to English cussing, his breath so having become those short, breathless moans of desire. Dorian no longer caring for properness of decorum or the correctness of language. That façade of royalty dropped from him entirely. His thoughts fixated upon Sebastian alone and everything that man could offer him with those gloriously talented strokes of his tongue. Dorian's hand released from Sebastian's hair now as he fell back upon that couch entirely, hips rolling forward in an effort to find that rhythm with Sebastian's lips and further bring himself towards that inevitable peak. The Fae having lost any ability to count at all as he so rapidly begun to reach for that ultimate satisfaction though whether his lover would allow him to reach it remained to be seen. Sebastian name so forming upon his lips now. These moments the only time he ever used the entirety of the man's moniker and not that favoured nickname as his hips so slightly increased that motion, willing the vampire to continue those glorious touches he so masterfully performed- another moan drawn from within him, his entire body so enslaved to Sebastian alone in those exquisite moments....

Dorian Aragona