The Sun Also Rises

How he might relish in those sounds he stole from his lovers throat! Each stroke of his hand or brush of his lips seeming to quicken Sebastian's breath before those moans begun to fall from his lips in response to his own practiced touch. Dorian determined to offer his boyfriend each and every sensation in return for those Sebastian had lavished upon him in those two minutes of bliss that served to arouse them both all the more. That utter want within the Fae himself was so channelled now into adoring his lovers form in the same fashion as had been done to him. Each and every soft breath and moan or groan of desire that ravaged the vampires form an utter delight to Dorians own ears. He adored this intimacy, this closeness and those moments of being allowed to love Sebastian to the fullest extent of his capabilities so hidden away from the world and its ever prying eyes. How ridiculous it was that he could never quite seem to get enough of him. Even after all those nights and all those couplings they had shared since that first night, the Monarch found himself eternally desiring the man still. He lusted after him like a mere teenage boy and so allowed himself, willingly, to be caught in those love-struck wants for the simple presence of his Consort. The world somehow having come to feel utterly misplaced when Sebastian was away. How he dreaded that return to their city if only for the knowledge he need return to his own cold, empty bed.

His hands shifted upon his lover then, altering that speed and firmness before moving to lower his head and allow the warmth of his tongue to caress that cool flesh into only a further state of satisfaction, those subtle changes and increases so felt within his hands before Dorian at last moved to take Sebastian within his mouth entirely. That decidedly British phrase that fell from the vampires lips in the moment that followed was hardly missed. Dorian so enjoying being the very one to stir them from the man even though he hardly understood the vast majority of them. Sebastian's fingers tightening within the couch only further spurred the Fae King onward in that pleasurable assault. The man entirely determined to work the vampire into that wholly wanting state as he himself had been left within. That decidedly heavy breathing seeming to at last be that signal for the man to stop as Dorian so gently slipped Sebastian from his lips, his hands pulling softly away in the same moment as Sebastian sat up upon his elbows to afford a momentarily inquisitive look. Dorian so uttering an entirely request this time for the vampire to turn to his side. The Monarch assured he could simply wait not longer. How he craved his lover in that moment! Dorian entirely determined to take just what was his to take.

Sebastian moved to comply readily with that request, a heated simper so tracing his lips in response before Dorian moved to lay himself down beside and behind his lover. His chest so readily pressed to the vampires back, affording it every bit of heat it so naturally lacked and yet delighting in the cool it provided in turn. One hand lifted to rest but briefly on his lovers hip, encouraging him to still before that same hand reached down to position his own aching arousal just as it needed to be. Dorian wasting no time in rolling his hips forward to enter his lover in that single, practised stroke. That groan of satisfaction at the simple sensation of this fell readily from his lips, mingling with that grunt and too that moan that so befell his lover. Those simple sounds alone seemed to spur the Fae King further onward, his hips rolling forward again in the same moment Sebastian pressed further back. Dorian so sheathing himself entirely within his lover then, that gasp that parted his consorts lips a truly pleasurable sound. The feel of him was entirely eclipsing, glorious, beyond what hands or lips might ever provide. Dorian utterly unable to remain still for long as his hips simply begun to find that rhythm and set that pace they both so desperately craved. Sebastian so easily taking it up. Those strokes were utter heaven. Those soft moans of satisfaction falling readily from his lips now with each action, his breath rapidly increasing.

For the first time however, the man was entirely willing to explore just those methods Sebastian himself had taught him. The hand that had come to rest upon his hip trailed readily down to grasp that length of his companion once more, encircling him firmly now, readily working to find that pattern between his own thrusts and hand now. He knew the sensations of that- of so being taken from both sides, Dorian affording Sebastian that same pleasure now as the vampires head fell back against his shoulder with that all-too satisfying moan. The mere sight of it, let alone those sensations he too was afford near enough to undo Dorian entirely. How he adored having Sebastian rest against his shoulder while he moved within the man himself! So finally affording them that closeness and intimacy they strove for. Yet too, somehow, that knowledge that this would surely be the man he married one day made this all the better. As if they had somehow, impossibly, become but closer still and all the more significant to one another.

Sebastian back arched as Dorians hand explored higher upon his figure, offering those unexplored parts those moments of his attention before shifting back downward to continue to stroke at the man. Those breathless words that managed, somehow, to fall from his lovers lips stirring a simper to Dorians own somewhere in between those heavy breaths, the Monarch affording him a somewhat more ardent roll of his hips in response before Sebastian shifted. That rhythm broke if only for a moment as Sebastian's hand so found his face, this position so affording him the ability to see his lover in a fashion he adored. Dorian believing the vampire to be aiming to claim his neck with those fangs only to find his lips meeting his own in a breathless kiss. It took barely a moment for Dorian to respond to that, his form shifting to pick up that new rhythm before returning that kiss readily. Those moans that reverberated within his lover's throat in those breathless moments were undeniably sensual. Dorians own surely joining him a moment later, each stolen kiss only pressing him further and further towards that pleasurable high. Dorian so struggling to maintain control now as his hips increased that rhythm, his hands following suit, entirely determined, for once, to send Sebastian over that edge first. With the vampires lips so otherwise occupied those fangs could hardly assist him in cheating. Dorian increasing that pace but a final time until that feeling off his lover so tightening around him assured him of the inevitable release. His hand so aware too, of that pulsating within it in the same moment. Dorian entirely content to follow him off that proverbial edge barely a second later, his name upon his lips as it was every time in those breathless final moans.

He was left, as always, utterly breathless in the wake of it. Dorian holding no desire to move, relishing in the heat and sweat that coated their toned figures and those uneven, ragged breaths. The utter glory of that release surrounding him with a blissful perfection. He shifted but enough to withdraw carefully from Sebastian, that hand that had been so occupied before lifting upward to let his arm wrap about the man's waist, tugging his consort more firmly against him in a desired embrace before leaving that arm to simply drape over him, his legs somehow having become tangled in Sebastian own and yet he hardly cared here and now. The Fae King simply breathing for several moments. Dorian considering for the first time that Sebastian had taken no blood from him throughout tonight despite him being surely hungry. It was only that sudden toll of a clock tower that seemed to rouse him, head lifting slightly before the â€"boom- of fireworks released from his own garden illuminated that single window nearby that so assured him of the time. A soft simper tugged at his lips now as he sifted just enough to find Sebastian's lips again. This kiss entirely passionate and so encompassing every bit of adoration and love for the man against him. Dorian pulling away with that brilliant grin so in place, nothing save affection upon his features.

"Happy New Year, love."

Dorian Aragona