The Sun Also Rises

It was one of the perks of dating another man, surely, that when it so came to just this sort of activity, men seemed to possess a distinctly superior knowledge to women as to just how to perform it in the most effective fashion. Each movement of Sebastian's lips and tongue was distinctly precise, firm, confident and wholly sensual. The wet warmth of that embrace so utterly glorious that it took barely a moment to stir those sounds of want from within the depths of the Fae's throat. He had, somehow, found himself distinctly sensitive this evening to each and every touch and press of his lovers figure against his own. Dorian wholly craving the man whom rested against him with a truly potent desire. The idea that he might be required to count down each of those seconds which made up the two minutes of his prize had hardly occurred to him, nor had the true difficulty of the task made itself apparent until his lover took him between his lips to lavish that affection upon him. With each passing number Sebastian seemed to work diligently to find just how or where the Monarch responded best, focusing his efforts upon just that place until Dorian felt his fingers grasping at the fabric of that lounge in response to that ever mounting pleasure that seized within him. He could hardly contain those sounds that fell from his lips or rose readily within his throat. Those numbers steadily becoming a breathless utterance as he struggled to even remember which number came next. The man missing several while repeating others time and again as his thoughts struggled to find any sense between that all-too delightful haze of desire that had settled upon him.

His hand reached easily for Sebastian's hair, nestling within those locks in some effort to satisfy that desire to touch the man, seeking to encourage him with that touch to take only more of him between his lips and further increase that embrace- Sebastian so readily complying. Dorian's fingers tightening within those locks in response as another groan erupted from within him at this new depth he was afforded. That desire to move however could no longer be held back, those profanities falling from his lips as he lay back against that couch once more, eyes closing in some desperate bid for control as he stuttered over several numbers. His hips rocked forward then, Dorian so at last giving in to that instinctive response, seeking to find that rhythm his lover had set with his lips. His hips rolled with an ever-increasing frequency, Dorian attempting to be gentle all the same and yet how glorious that feeling! The Fae King seeming to forget his numbers entirely then somewhere within the seventies. Those numbers replaced with Sebastian's name as it so often was in those last few moments. Dorian so desperately close. The vampire suddenly pulling softly away from him- a groan of disbelief falling heavily from him as his silver gaze fluttered open once more to regard the man whom rested against him. His breath was wholly ragged, the ache in his loins all-consuming still and desperate for the man to return. Sebastian requesting the continuation of those numbers. How much he relished his lovers creativity and yet how much he loathed it in that moment all the same!

"You impossible man! Settantanove."

He repeated at last. Those few precarious seconds having afforded him perhaps a little of that control back, that grin dancing across his features all the same, a short brush of laughter tumbling from him. The vampires tongue swept back across him once more, that rush of feeling suddenly returned as Sebastian further demanded those numbers, Dorian so beginning to count once more if only to return himself to that embrace. This time, however, his Consort took only that head of him between his lips. Such a part so arguably the most sensitive and so instantly stirring a moan from within him. Dorian so believing the man to be starting again. The Fae assured he could not survive a second assault in the same fashion and yet seeking it all the same as he felt Sebastian's fingers grace his hip and inner thigh before suddenly trailing upward to afford his touch to an area previously ignored and untouched. The vampire's hand moving to message them then- Dorian's response near instantaneous. A single, sharp intake of breath resounded from within him, his back arching slightly as his hips bucked so involuntarily forward. The Monarch assured he could not recall his name in that moment let alone those numbers.

"You are so.....fucking good......ottantacinque, ottantasei....."

It was surely a noble counting effort on his part. That new touch rapidly bringing him undone with each stroke. Dorian entirely unsure as to which feeling was more eclipsing in those exquisite moments. The Fae forgetting several numbers once more before managing to pick them up again somewhere after one hundred. This by far the most diligent attempt he had ever made to hold back from that inevitable high. The man finally, finally reaching that one hundred and twenty, the word breathlessly leaving his lips as he felt his lover lean gently away in turn. Dorian assured but one single touch more would be the end of him entirely as he struggled to regain his breath, his entire frame feeling overly blissfully hot, those more intimate parts of himself so fully aroused and very near aching from that pleasurable assault. The Fae King desperate for that release and yet.....he was not quite done with Sebastian yet. That desire so having been fully stoked within the Fae now as he shifted his position, leaning up and forward, drawing Sebastian to him to let his lips crush against his boyfriends own with a truly hungry force. The man pulling away just enough to afford him those words.

"That, I think, is the best 'prize' anyone has ever given me. In five centuries."

His lips returned to the man's own once more in that ardent kiss. Dorian content now to shift their positions entirely, so seeking to move Sebastian onto his back now, allowing Dorian to straddle him turn. The Fae entirely assured if he was to be left aching then Sebastian should surely join him. It was easy then to merely lean forward, Dorian near lying atop his lovers chest now, keeping that feeling of skin on skin as one hand reached forward, fingers resting beneath Sebastian's chin as his thumb moved upward to brush across that bottom lip in that first gesture he had ever afforded the man so many months ago outside a burning bar. His thumb brushing then across those lower teeth and smaller, bottom fangs, that impish grin so adoring his features now.

"You know, until your bed in Belton I never knew these did anything. I thought them just for show. How wrong I was. I remember you enjoying at least three places on me that night, plus a little more at the end with these. I wonder....how many places can I find on you that you like? Shall we see?"

His thumb so easily released the man now, that warm simper in place. Dorian pressing but a final kiss to his lips before that same hand dropped, gently turning the vampires head to the side to so afford the Fae King access to his neck, lips pressing just below his ear. It was an easy, steady path downward, Dorian allowing his tongue to brush several times against that sensitive flesh, teeth grazing along it in turn before he so reached that place Sebastian so seemed to enjoy biting. Dorian so having come to learn the vampires preferred feeding locations after all this time. He was merely content to make use of it now in his own unique way. His teeth biting just firmly enough for the vampire to feel it once more before continuing that trail downward.

"Hmm, I think that was one."

The words were little more than warm murmur against his skin. That trail of sensual kisses brushing across the vampire's collarbone and down to his chest. Dorian so abruptly allowing his tongue to brush over but one of those small peaks of his lover chest, drawing it between his lips a moment to tease at that sensitive part before biting again just below it in the second location- his hips grinding now against Sebastian's own if only to further those sensations and so put to use that clear state of arousal Sebastian had coaxed from him. How he adored the taste of his lover's skin and any sounds he might draw from him in turn! Dorian hardly done yet as he continued still lower, lips brushing over that hip bone and sensitive lower flesh before pressing them against that inner thigh as he had done earlier. His teeth grazed that same place as he had done before, working that flesh to sensitivity as if he so fully intended to do as he had done earlier. His teeth pressing down on that flesh again and yet, this time, his hand so moved to encircle the length of the man in the same moment. At last affording him that touch. His embrace entirely firm, encompassing him fully to stroke him from tip to base to afford him the entirety of that pleasure. His words a soft murmur, that warm simper still wholly in place. Sebastian did seem to enjoy numbers this evening, after all.

"Three and four. I think."

Dorian Aragona