The Sun Also Rises

There was nothing in this world, Dorian was sure, that was near as exceptional as those sensations he danced upon the very edge off. The unsteadiness of his breath and rapid beat of his heart in those final moments were made all the more potent by Sebastian's own wavering control. Sheathed within the man as he was, he could feel each and every glorious wave of pleasure that so rolled within his lover. Those moans were felt against his own chest as his hand so continued to work upon the length of him, caressing from tip to base with a firmness he knew the vampires desired. Content to take the man from both sides in this fashion and subject him to that same plethora of sensation Sebastian had given him several times over. Dorian so finally having learned to achieve that rhythm between his hip and hand. His own groans of satisfaction punctuated each roll of his hips now, his body feeling desperately hot against the cool of Sebastian's own before the vampires hand lifted to guide his head, allowing Sebastian's lips to find his own. Dorian all-too eagerly meeting that embrace to steal kiss after kiss and somehow further that closeness between them, that brief break in his rhythm easily returned once more, Dorian so readily increasing that tempo now as Sebastian's hand dropped to his hip as if trying to bring him closer still before the vampire fingers begun to dig into his thigh.

Those kisses ceased a moment later, neither man wholly capable of continuing them then, both of them entirely lost in that moment as he felt Sebastian tighten around him, reaching that pleasurable high a moment later. Dorian entirely content to join him mere seconds afterwards. God, Sebastian felt incredible! The man's name falling from his lips before being lost to those groans that fell from them both in the wake of that ultimate satisfaction and desperately desired release. His own movements so steadily begun to slow until he was left merely resting pressed against his lover, the both of them sweating and struggling for air and yet Dorian would have it no other way. How he relished moments such as this when little but the sound of breathing filled the air and nothing but blissful satisfaction and love existed within him. He shifted just so, allowing himself then to carefully withdraw from his lover, the final groan from within then vampire at just that action stirring a simper to his lips all the same before Sebastian near collapsed back against him. Dorians own hand sifted then, lifting upward to wrap his arm about the man's waist and pull him closer and more firmly against his chest in that desire for closeness still. Sebastian hardly seeing fit to argue, that adoring look he was offered seeing his own heart swell once more before he simply nestled back against him. Entirely content to simply rest for a few moments.

It was only that bell toll and moments later- those soft booms of exploding lights- that drew his attention. Dorian lifting his head to peer towards that single window and the colours that illuminated his room as thy exploded outside. He moved to draw himself upward as Sebastian rose to his elbows in turn, that arrival of the New Year seeing the Fae lean eagerly forward to steal his lovers lips a final time in a truly passionate kiss. The Monarch leaning away only to afford the vampire those age old words of celebration that so marked this very evening. Dorian finding himself entirely more excited than he had perhaps ever been for a new year to begun. The prospect of what it might yet hold utterly thrilling to consider. Dorian assured he had, somehow, this very night, become all the closer to his boyfriend, that activity they had just shared seeming to cement that very thing all at once. Dorian finding himself....blissfully happy this evening and yet not a mention of it left his lips as Sebastian returned those words and he simply moved to take the offered hand that guided him to his feet.

He allowed himself to be led to that window then, Dorian peering upward at the sky and those colours that fountained against the dark backdrop of the night, a grin tugging at his lips before he moved to glance out and across his truly expansive gardens- a soft sound of surprise falling from his lips a moment later- so many people! Concealed within the darkness and a little away from them still Dorian was assured both Sebastian and himself remained hidden from view of those within the gardens and yet it had hardly occurred to him that so many of his people might have taken up that offer to enjoy the near year within his own palace grounds. Those fireworks so evidently the work of the public within the grounds rather than his own palace staff whom surely new little of those sky fires Dorian had seen for the first time with Sebastian in that park back within the city he had come to call home. How curious a thing fate was to find him standing beside that same man still and after all this time. An entirely warm simper settled upon his features at the mere thought before another so suddenly seemed to settle within his mind. Dorian frowning but slightly now as he lent away from the window.

"We best finish conclude out celebrations properly, Mon Cher. If it is so we desire luck for the next year. I shall find the box."

Dorian turned from that window then to stride back into his bedroom, offering no further explanation to the vampire then. The Monarch so apparently having failed to consider that the actions about to follow may be something of an oddity to his English lover. The Fae King returned but a moment later with a rather large wooden box so filled with all manner of curiosities, most of them no long useful in some fashion or simply disliked enough by Dorian himself to have found their way into that box at all. The man paused a moment before reaching into that collection to produce a truly old bronze drinking cup that had become scratched from use, passing it to Sebastian now before Dorian himself moved to select a truly ugly clay vase that was already chipped. The King moved to peer out of that window but a final time, assuring himself no unfortunate patrolling guard was below, the public kept firmly within the gardens and away from his immediate palace and as such safe from what was surely about to occur. Those bright silver eyes glanced briefly back at Sebastian before Dorian so abruptly threw that vase right out the window with a clear measure of delight, the sound of it shattering on the stone path below echoing a moment later as the Fae turned back to his companion now- noting that look of utter confusion adorning his lovers features. His own shifting into a frown.

"Do the English not partake of this tradition? In Italia we throw aged objects we do not wish to carry with us into the New Year out of our windows so that we might welcome in new experiences and good luck for the year to come. It is quite alright to throw it, Bastian."

It was, perhaps, the only time of year in which it became acceptable for people of their position to throw anything at all. Dorian wholly curious as to whether or not Sebastian could so break from that decorum he held perhaps as fiercely as Dorian himself to do something so scandalous as throw things out of a window. A soft series of thuds outside assured the Monarch then that several other members of his household staff had taken to throwing those unwanted objects as well. A soft simper of amusement tugging at his features now as his gaze remained steadfast upon his lover. Dorian looking away only long enough to reach back into that box and produce a small stack of small portraits. Each one of them displaying the image of a woman, though none of them were painted by anyone of distinction. Dorian holding this out to Sebastian now.

"Perhaps you might prefer to throw these? They are the portraits of those women whom wished to marry me several hundred years ago, sent by their fathers to mine for me to examine. I was the fifth born son, the last to be given a choice of potential bride and as you surely can see many of them are aged over thirty, not terribly pretty and I had never met a single one."

Such portraits, the type so commonly sent within Dorians time, should have been thrown out years ago and yet with all that had occurred in that time the Monarch had given it little thought until now. Dorian quite assured he no longer desired such things. Not that he had ever desired them at all. Not one had even been painted by an artist of merit assuring they held next to no true value at all. Dorian himself so reached back into the box again, this time selecting a plate he had long disliked the colour of- tossing it right out the window a moment later- a truly impish, playful grin lingering upon his features now. This, he was sure, would be quite a grand year.

Dorian Aragona