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It was that rain of confetti that so seemed to stir that look of bemusement onto the Monarchs features, Dorian blinking in surprise at that coloured paper that now adorned not only himself but most off his previously neat bed. Sebastian's momentary mutter of disdain serving only to widen that simper upon his own lips, a chuckle rising from within his throat as Sebastian so begun to read that letter. Dorian momentarily fearing that this one, too, might be from another female fan determined to inform them both of her undying affections or indeed her threesome-based fantasies. Threesomes, in his own experience, while entirely intriguing were not always so easily carried out. One being was so often given less attention than the others, Dorian wholly assured this might be the case for any woman so bold enough to even offer such a suggestion as joining them in those more intimate moments. The Monarch too- entirely assured he was not near so willing to share his lover in such a fashion as that, even if those fanciful desires off others so wholly amused him. The vampires mention of a 'wild party' saw one silver eye raise in silent intrigue, his previous thoughts forgotten as his Consort so listed that good time they were promised with all the alcohol and women that they might ever desire! How curious it was that no one ever seemed to promise them men, Dorian's lip quirking in amusement at such a consideration and yet any true desire to attend such a party was wholly non-existent. Why anyone so seemed to feel their presence at said event would at all improve it in any fashion he hardly knew. 'Wild' parties were hardly his own forte and while surely Sebastian might better be able to handle such a thing he knew well his lovers thoughts on modern dancing. Dorian too half inclined to wonder if, with that overly sensitive vampiric hearing, such loud music ever truly bothered the man.

That invitation was plucked easily from his fingers, Dorian content to toss it upon the floor in turn to join that plethora of other letters and Polariods he no longer cared to see in any fashion. That tug upon the bottom of his shirt so readily drawing his gaze downward as Sebastian declared he intended to remove that confetti. Dorian's own form shifted, attempting to assist his lover in removing his shirt, that garment peeled smoothly from him before being tossed upon the floor in turn. The cool air of the room so readily nipped at his newly bare chest and yet such a sensation only increased that desire to feel Sebastian's chest against his own in that glorious touch of skin on skin. His lovers lips pressed readily to his chest, gliding smoothly downward and across his stomach, Dorian's breath readily hitching in response to even that flutter of gentle kisses. How much such a simple touch might increase his desire! Dorian's frame arching slightly upward if only to attempt to encourage Sebastian to offer him all the more. The vampire so infuriatingly halting his advances to rest impishly upon his stomach- Dorian sighing in playful disdain at that denial he had been sure would come all the same. Wretched man. Sebastian assuring him that he was, indeed, content to stop, leaving Dorian desperately wanting. His frame far too warm and so wholly aware of the vampire resting upon him in every sense. His silver gaze entirely content to admire the man with that ready lust before yet another envelope was handed to him. Dorian holding it above himself to read- the Monarch entirely thankful for it's briefness before his gaze settled upon that phone number at the end.

It was entirely a moment of impulsiveness that saw the man shift, handing that letter to Sebastian in turn before moving to fish his phone from his pocket and dial the number upon the letter. His companion's mouthed words met with a ready nod. Dorian entirely assured there was little harm to be found in ringing a mere girl and too- that such an idea held far more enjoyable implications. The young woman was entirely prompt in answering her phone, Dorian so introducing himself a moment later to that veritable chorus of girlish screams of delight. The Fae speaking to her for but a few moments before abruptly declaring Sebastian wished to say hello, that phone thrust at his companion before the vampire might be able to avoid it. That entirely impish look returned to his own features now that his hands had been freed. Dorian sat smoothly upward, Sebastian straddling his lap now, in a fashion, his fingers reaching all-too eagerly for that button and zip of his boyfriend jeans. Sebastian's eternal lack of underwear so working within his favour now as his hands slid readily about the man to cup at his butt- a part of his anatomy Dorian was in so eternal admiration off.

That gentle and yet affectionate touch however was hardly the extent of his desires this evening. Dorian so listening to that conversation the vampire carried out before he moved to lean forward, pressing his lips salaciously to his companions collarbone, teasing at pattern across and down as Sebastian words begun to falter but slightly. Dorian grinning against his skin. The Fae wholly determined that this was hardly enough however. The Monarch allowing his hands to slide from behind his lover to trail over his thighs and to that ready arousal- his hands cupping Sebastian entirely now as the man struggled to remember his sentence. Dorian chuckling deviously against him in clear enjoyment of this moment. That desperateness to his Consorts voice and too- the manner in which he bit against his lower lip was hardly missed. Dorian glancing briefly upward to enjoy the simple sight of that man he adored attempting to hold back that inevitable pleasure. The Fae King content to continue to stroke those intimate parts with a methodical, unhurried ease if only to watch Sebastian's façade so steadily crumble beneath his practised touch.

The sudden declaration that Dorian wished to speak to the girl again was met with surprise. His lips lifting from the vampire's chest only to have that phone thrust back towards him, Dorian so required to remove one of his hands from their task in an effort to grasp that cellular device. The phone no sooner lifted to his ear then that groan finally fell from Sebastian in turn, the vampire grinding readily against his hand. Dorian so relishing that sensation in turn as he made some effort to focus upon that poor girl on the phone whom so diligently begun to explain her admiration for the beauty of Italy. Sebastian leant down a moment later, Dorian so suddenly aware of those fang tips grazing across the skin of his neck as if in warning. It was, perhaps, no less then he deserved for that teasing he had subject him too moments ago. The Monarch so hurriedly attempting to finish his conversation with the woman- aware that Sebastian would hardly give him more than a moment- the mere anticipation of that bite seeming to fluster him entirely.

"Yes well....I....we....we have to go now. It was lovely to talk to you. Italyisunderattack, bye."

Those last few words were a mere blur, Dorian barely aware of anything he had said, his finger no sooner having ended the call then then he felt his lovers fangs bite into the flesh of his neck- that intoxicating venom flooding his system within mere seconds- a moan of utter pleasure falling from his lips. There was nothing to compare to that sensation he was sure. Nothing within this world was near so blissful as that! Dorian attempted to draw Sebastian ever closer, the Fae suddenly desperate for his hands, his lips and his body in every sense of the word. That venom was still dancing within his system as he shifted, barely giving Sebastian a chance to even close those small wounds before his hands pressed against the vampires chest, pushing him back down onto the bed with a force Dorian so rarely displayed before leaning over him, his lips pressing hungrily to Sebastian's own. Those kisses so eagerly betrayed that utter want within him. That bite so having eliminated any desire to tease at his lover any further. His lips pulled back from the other man just so as to allow him to shift downward once more, his fingers hooking within the already loosened waistband to ease those jeans from his companions figure and toss them aside. Dorian's own jeans so overly restrictive now that they had become nothing short of uncomfortable! His hand reached down for his own button and zip, shucking those jeans and boxer shorts from his form in the same single motion before returning to straddle Sebastian once more.

He could hardly prevent the way his figure so grinded against Sebastian's own, that glorious sensation of skin on skin only delighting him all the more, that feel off his companions arousal against himself only further stimulating that utter need as his teeth tugged softly at the pillow of Sebastian's lower lip. Dorian becoming so suddenly aware of...something, against his neck, one hand lifting idly, those small wounds having started to bleed but slightly once more, his fingers gracing smoothly over them to leave but a small smear of blood upon them. That wholly impish grin danced across his features as he allowed his bloodied fingers to brush in turn across Sebastian's lower lip, leaving that tantalizing trail before so abruptly lifting them away- removing any chance for the vampire to grasp at them, lifting them to his own lips to run his tongue so tauntingly across one as if he so intended to keep but that little touch of blood all to himself, grinning down at the vampire so pinned beneath him, his hips shifting once more to relish that glorious friction. Dorian so barely clinging to those threads of control.

"Bastian. Would you please, please fuck me?"

Such moments as these were near the only time in which Dorian allowed any and all formalities to slip from his figure and his language, little but that entirely raw need existing now. Dorian hardly ashamed to so beg his lover to take him.

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