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Dorian was so unashamedly enjoying that game in those moments, his hand entirely content to continue that slow, methodical assault upon his lovers more intimate parts, entirely amused to see how long the vampire could allow such teasing, tormenting touches before any hope of maintaining that conversation with the unfortunate girl was lost entirely. Sebastian's words rapidly becoming shorter, more akin to mutterings as Dorian's lips so ardently explored the warm flesh of his chest in time with that practised touch beneath the vampire's jeans- his hand so encompassing his lover entirely and with every intention of plucking at those threads of his control. To suddenly find that phone thrust back at himself however was a ploy the Monarch had hardly considered, his rhythm momentarily broken as one hand lifted away from the vampire to receive that phone, his lips lifting from the man's chest in an effort to speak to the excited woman on the other end. Sebastian however, hardly seemed inclined to allow him as such for long as his lips brushed so teasingly across his neck, the sharp tips of those canines grazing his skin in that single, brief warning of what was to follow. The Monarch's entire form so seeming to respond to the simple promise of that exquisite bite, Dorian so hurriedly attempting to excuse himself from the woman, the phone but barely hung up before those teeth pierced the soft flesh off his neck.

His own reaction was near instantaneous, that moan falling freely from his lips in response to that venom that washed his veins in that moment, Dorian so desperately seeking to draw the vampire closer in that utter need for contact. God it was glorious. His entire form under the sway of that blissful bite, those pleasurable sensations tugging at himself from every angle and so increasing his simple want for the man beyond any further notions of teasing. Sebastian was barely afforded the time to close those small wounds before Dorian shifted, pressing the man determinedly back onto the bed beneath him before leaning over him- his lips near crushing against Sebastian's own. Every ounce of hunger and passion so placed within that ardent kiss as his lovers hand settled behind his neck, drawing him closer, increasing the depth of that kiss as another sound of simple appreciation rose within his throat. How addicted to this man he was! Yet how hardly he cared if all the world should know it! Dorian wholly desperate for Sebastian in that moment as he finally lent away only long enough to slide the vampires jeans from his figure. Dorian so utterly thrilled with his lovers lack of undergarments here and now before he moved to slip his own from his figure- those clothes tossed to the floor in a haphazard pile before he returned to straddle his consort once more. That exquisite feeling of skin and skin only increasing his pleasure. Dorian so unable to prevent himself from grinding against his boyfriend, the feel of that arousal so entirely satisfying against his own. Each sound he so managed to coax from his lovers lips all the more glorious. How he adored drawing those moans from that man he loved! How he relished coaxing those sounds of pleasure from within him- so knowing they were surely for him alone and no other. His teeth biting softly against his lovers lower lip in a fashion he knew the man so enjoyed.

He was aware, vaguely, of those gently bleeding wounds- his fingers reaching up to brush slightly against them as Sebastian lent forward in turn with the clear intent to close them- Dorian's fingers moving to brush against his lips instead, offering him that singular smear of blood to taste before drawing his fingers abruptly away and to his own lips. His own tongue brushing against them in truly teasing fashion and for the simple sight it might afford his companion. Sebastian's words spoken in that near husky turn so managed to stir a heated simper to his lips, Dorian leaning forward once more as his hips shifted again- further coaxing at the vampires arousal and stealing but another moan from him.

"I bloody well know."

His words were barely a heated, teasing whisper for Sebastian alone, Dorian allowing those veritable shackles of royalty to slip from him entirely in those moments, a teasing simper upon his lips before he uttered those far more demanding words. His voice near begging Sebastian now. Dorian needing him in every sense of the word. The vampire, as gloriously as always, entirely willing to comply too those requests as his hands moved to rest upon Dorian's hips. The Fae King so allowing himself to be laid back on those sheets, his legs remaining about Sebastian's form as the vampire seemed to desire. Sebastian taking but a moment to position himself accordingly, Dorian so aware of this wholly unique position before his lover's hips rolled forward to enter him. He could barely contain that groan, the sound escaping him unbidden, such a position providing a new angle, a new depth- Dorian's fingers grasping at those sheets on either side of him in response to that glorious sensation that overtook him in the moments that initial discomfort so readily faded. The Monarch adjusting himself just so before Sebastian drew him ever closer, Dorian meeting each roll of his lovers hips as best he was able. His gaze fluttered briefly closed in response to the sheer pleasure of it, his breathing so rapidly increasing and yet he had no desire to miss but any of this. His silver gaze flickered open once more to meet the ardent blue of Sebastian's own and so admire the simple sight of him in this. That alone so seeming to increase his arousal, another groan forced from his lips, Sebastian voice finding him between those hitched breaths- his gaze meeting the man's own at that request, one the vampire had never asked of him before and yet hardly one he was unwilling to comply with.

That simper graced his features, his right hand simply lifting to do just as Sebastian asked off him, grasping the length of himself before beginning to move his hand in those ways he so knew he himself responded to best. The Fae so having underestimated his own sensitivity to this, that sound of pleasure so echoing from within him once more, his breath hitching at the plethora of sensations so blissfully assaulting him now. How arousing this was- to have Sebastian watch. Ah, but how he knew what the simple sight of this might do to his lover in turn! The Fae moving to fully explore his own length within full view of the vampire, his gaze held firmly to his lovers own with each sensual stroke, those touches so increasing in their urgency, his own hips rolling more ardently at that ever building pleasure. Those moans fell more freely from him now, his control so desperately slipping. That simple feel of Sebastian within himself was so far beyond glorious he hardly knew the words, those sounds his own body might draw from the vampire surely intermingled in that orchestra of his own. His own hand so increased its pace a final time, grasping himself with a new urgency and firmness, his hips pressing all the more determinedly into each roll of Sebastian own. Dorian so finally allowing himself to tumble over that metaphorical edge, his back arching slightly from that bed with that final moan. Sebastian's name fell freely from his lips- his body left breathless and hot and yet so gloriously satisfied and yet still keeping that pace for but those few milliseconds longer it might take his lover to find that release in turn- Dorian so determined to watch that man come apart in those throes of utter bliss as he had never quite been able to see before.

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