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There was, Dorian was assured, nothing near as exquisite as this. The Monarch so relishing those moments in which he might be so free to love his boyfriend in just any way he desired. To lavish Sebastian with every bit of affection and want and desire and utter need that so stirred within him. He was utterly addicted to this man in every sense of the word. Sebastian so existing as the first and only being he had ever truly loved. The Monarch so delighting in every touch and soft sound he might coax from his lovers lips, his own so content to steal kiss after kiss and too- even taste off his own blood- if only briefly. Dorian, even from the very beginning, so never shying away from all aspects of that man he had come to adore. The Fae King so taking a special sort of delight in appealing to both sides of his Consort when the moment so called for it. It was upon that very pinnacle of need however that those begging words finally left his lips, Dorian so wholly aware that Sebastian might enjoy those pleading tones in turn. That near year he had spent between his lovers sheets affording him that distinctly intimate knowledge of just how to arouse his lover. The vampire moving to readily comply with that request- Dorian all-too willingly allowing himself to be placed upon his back.

That position Sebastian choose was entirely different to any they had tried before, Dorian so barely having considered the possibilities of such a thing before his lovers hips rolled forward to enter him, that groan of pleasure breaking free off his lips within near the same moment. Any and all thought so seemed to flee from the Fae entirely beyond the simple, glorious sensation of Sebastian moving within him, Dorian taking that brief moment of pause his lover afforded them both to adjust before his hips shifted to meet that pleasurable rhythm the other man had set. How exquisite it was to be able to see his lover in those moments and so locked within that intimate embrace. The mere sight of the man wholly arousing in turn, Dorian so forcing his gaze to flicker open, his eyes so roving across each hard plain and toned, moving muscle of his lovers form. Another moan escaped him to mingle with Sebastian's own before those words managed to reach him in between those hitched breaths- his gaze lifting to Sebastian's own at that request- the sheer thought of it alone stirring another groan within his throat. Dorian moving a moment later to comply, taking himself within his right hand. His gaze lifted determinedly to Sebastian's own once more in that exquisite moment of shared intimacy. God, the feel of it! That knowledge of Sebastian's gaze upon him only increasing that pleasure. Dorian so quickly found himself approaching that precipice of satisfaction, his hand and hips quicken in their pace and urgency. The sensations of this so overtaking him entirely. The Fae King tumbling over the edge of that release.

Sebastian's name, as always, was the only true word upon his lips in between those breathy moans of pleasure, his form tightening around his lover in those precarious final seconds- this so seeming to be enough to send Sebastian to his own finish. Those muttered curses that fell from the vampires lips hardly missed, Dorian so adoring that sight of Sebastian in those moments- the man assured he would never forget it. The Fae King feeling his lover finish within him before, a few moments later, so gently withdrawing from him- a final groan upon his lips at that gesture before the vampire all but collapsed beside him. For a few minutes at least there was little save their rapid breathing and beating hearts, Dorian's form so entirely satisfied, a fine sheen of sweat coating his figure as one hand lifted to run though his hair- leaving it decidedly askew in the wake of the gesture as he simply lay beside Sebastian in that perfect interim. The vampire shifted at last to roll onto his elbows, Dorian's gaze flicking towards him before glancing about that bed- those letters cast in every direction, half of them crushed or scattered, several stacks tumbled onto the floor so as to have lost all organisation entirely. That tease in Sebastian's words bringing a chuckle to his own lips, that grin widening upon his features as his gaze met the vampires own.

"It will be a glorious month then. That- was fucking brilliant. I love being able to see you."

His own form rolled onto his stomach then, the man leaning forward to press his lips to Sebastian's own once more, that kiss entirely unhurried and layered with affection before he folded his arms, laying his head down upon them in an entirely boyish fashion that was his habit. That ever impish grin so suddenly seeming to find his lips in that lazy, satisfied way.

"Bastian, could you reach into that draw beside the bed, the bottom one, yes- could you hand me that please?"

The vampire was far closer to that beside table then himself, Sebastian wholly capable of reaching the bottom draw without having to move nearly at all from the bed, Dorian shifting to hold out one hand to take that wrapped packet from the man. It was easy then, to pluck at that packaging, Dorian so revealing that large block of chocolate nestled within before his fingers so easily snapped a piece from it, slipping it between his lips to savour that heavenly sweet taste. Sex and chocolate, after all, were surely the most exceptional combination, his silver gaze drifting teasingly to his lover then.

"Do not tell me, Mon Cher, that you did not know I keep chocolate beside the bed? I suppose, since your bed is to become our bed tomorrow night, that I might bring it with me. I shall have to find a new hiding place though, else you shall eat it and I shall never have any. I will share tonight though, only because I love you."

How well he knew of the vampires love for chocolate! Dorian entirely assured it was one of Sebastian's far more exploitable habits, and perhaps the whole reason he had never mentioned that hidden stash to the man before, his voice entirely teasing and so laced with affection. The Fae entirely assured that for the man he so intended to make his husband he was wholly willing to share his chocolate for eternity and yet- it hardly hurt to tease him now did it? The Fae holding it towards him a moment later, posing that question he already knew the answer to.

"Do you care for some? You can have half if you like. Half, Bastian. Not three quarters off it like you always do."

That amusement tugged at his features still. A chuckle rolling richly from his lips all the same as Dorian moved slip another piece into his own mouth. Such a wonderful taste! His slate-hued eyes returning to his lovers own then as he continued to lay beside him.

"Do you know, love, that in but a few days it will be an entire year since the night we first met? Do you remember that flaming bar we met outside of? You know, I thought that hotel was your house? I had no idea. I thought you merely didn't want me to see the other rooms and that the woman at reception was your house keeper. I had no idea!"

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