he was both everything you could ever want
and nothing you could ever have

That sensation of that heat against his frame was altogether glorious, that feeling alone was one he could certainly relish within, much less the addition of his lover's skin against his own. Still, he had every intention of ensuring that retaliation for being so left against that wall utterly unsatisfied, that simple lack of touch was perhaps as teasing as those gentle caresses would be. Still, to be given an opportunity to so touch that naked flesh of the fae King's and not to take it? It was near unfathomable! The vampire was entirely hopeless when it came to that eternal lust that so often assaulted him for the man he so utterly adored. Though Dorian had officially taken up residence within his home in the North, Sebastian still found the man's continued presence to be new enough that his need for the Italian fae remained near unquenchable, even despite how many times they had engaged within that dance and how many different ways they saw to that arousal and satisfaction. It was hardly just that sex he was after, even if it in and of itself was absolutely glorious. Rather, it was the first time in a rather long time the those intimate actions brought with them a equally as close emotional connection that Sebastian found himself wholly desiring - to be Dorian's own for those precious moments and to have the man attention alone in return.

That soft sound that reverberated within his lover's throat only further spurred his actions on as his fingertips ran along his lover's jaw line, drawing his attention away from that dutiful affection the man's lips so applied to that altogether sensitive skin of his neck. Rather, in that moment Sebastian sought that gentle caress of his lover's mouth against his own in a touch of affection that was all too fleeting. It took but mere moments to coax that soap placed into his hand into a significant enough lather before the bar itself was discarded entirely in favor of his lover's flesh. His fingers spread against Dorian's altogether exposed frame, that simple position afforded him every glimpse and feel of those finely chiseled muscles that lay beneath that taut flesh. His fingers were all too content to show his appreciation of that body, moving with the lines of his lover's chest before that true assault began. His thumbs circled in an entirely slow, methodical fashion against his lover's chest, so coaxing to life that place he so often ignored. A small simper crossed his features at that warm breath that so tickled the flesh of his neck. God, how he loved those sounds he could draw from the Monarch! The simple tune of those moans somehow wholly arousing on its own, added even more by the man's figure pressing both against his body and into his very hands!

He was hardly willing, however, for that touch to be the only one he afforded the Monarch, his fingers instead traced upwards only for this very hands to grasp his lover's neck in an action far more animalistic in nature. It was altogether foretelling of that rough press of his lips to Dorian's own, those sharpened canines so gingerly tugging at that lip before his mouth fell away from the King's own, his hands instead trailing downwards. That huff of dissatisfaction only served to pull a knowing simper upon the vampire's lips. Oh, he knew that sound well! After all, Dorian had left him in such a similar state but moments ago! Rather, his fingers slid along Dorian's thighs, leaving that soap in the wake of each delightfully lingering stroke. Those breathless words coaxed a chuckle from the Englishman's lips, his gaze slowly turned towards the profile of the King before commenting, "Toutes les bonnes choses viennent à ceux qui attendent." (All good things come to those who wait.) Quite on cue, his fingers moved further upwards his lover's legs before drifting towards that very place Dorian so utterly desired him. That sensation of Dorian's head against his shoulder whilst his hand so moved to encompass the Monarch certainly drew his attention, his lips moved to press against the man's neck, affording him the same affection Dorian had but moments ago so saw fit to inflict upon him whilst he so teased his lover's form with that entirely purposeful fondling.

He could feel Dorian's hips began to move with each slide of his fingers against his lover's length, the vampire altogether aware of where this would go if he so allowed it. His touch lingered for just several moments still, listening all too intently to that increasing breath before his hands moved upwards and along Dorian's lips. Those French words only served to further satisfy the Englishman, the fellow hardly denying that he was, perhaps, decidedly wretched. It was in that definite wickedness that his fingers continued that assault, brushing against that very place he so often entered. That gasp of surprise only caused a near beam of glee upon the vampire's features, his touches entirely gentle against that decidedly sensitive place, altogether welcoming that lean of his lover's figure both further against him and his hand. Softly, he assured the man he was certain he was relatively clean now, those words uttered between those soft moans and yet, he was wholly pleased to hear the simple reassurance that Dorian so longed for more. In the wake of those words, he allowed the Monarch to step away from him, his own lips so eagerly moved to press against his lover's in a near crushing fashion. That simple brush of Dorian's tongue effortlessly prompted the parting of his lips, turning that kiss into something far deeper as his tongue brushed against his lover's own.

Sebastian was entirely aware of his lover's body pulled against his own as Dorian's hands settled upon his lips. His own fingers moved towards his lover's neck in the way he so often preferred and yet, it was perhaps that evidence of that excitement he'd so elicited against him that truly captured the majority of the vampire's attention. He knew well the effect he'd had upon the man and how he found he utterly desired that hard arousal. That kiss ended far before Sebastian was ready for it to, though, that in itself was likely unsurprising. Those crystalline blue eyes glanced down his own physique, altogether aware of that soap that now coated his pale flesh. He hardly resisted against that gentle tugging, the touch of that heat near glorious in itself and yet, those occasional teasing sensations his lover so inflicted upon him made certain that the ardor persisted even in spite of his near infatuation with that heat he was so often denied. Sebastian allowed himself to be led from that shower, his entirely warm physique thoroughly enjoyed the simple softness of that towel. That every touch of that fluffy cotton material somehow more delightful against his usually dull sense of touch. How he had missed this! This very life.

He was led towards that bed where everything had started all those months ago, he was tugged towards the center of it, though he hardly objected in the slightest. That simply inquiry for his hands caused his eyebrows to raise, the vampire fully expecting that gift his lover had spoken of. Sebastian held out his hands, cupping them together with a glimpse of curiosity only to find himself presented with an ebony tie. "Did you pilfer that from my closet?" He inquired, a single eyebrow furrowing in brief curiosity and yet, it was hardly difficult to deduce what Dorian so desired to do with that silk fabric. Rather, that simple knowledge so brought a sly simper to his features as his lover took his wrists, guiding his hands behind his back only to snuggly tie them together. He was entirely aware of the tightness to that knot, his wrists momentarily testing its strength and yet, without that vigor of those undead muscles, the vampire found himself bound far better then his lover had so attempted to do before. That soft press of Dorian's lips to his neck caused that simper to return to his features, "Le noir va avec tout." (Black looks good with everything). He muttered softly in return.

His crystalline blue eyes settled upon the Monarch as his lover moved around him. Slowly, he shifted towards his knees, kneeling in the fashion the fae so desired of him, all the while entirely inquisitive of this near notion the fae had in mind. That unspoken question, however, was soon answered in those moments after and yet, the vagueness to those instructions only served to leave the vampire all the more curious. What affinity had been gifted to the fae that might afflict him alone? Much less only when it was Dorian's own power running through his very veins? He suspected such curiosities would be answered soon enough and slowly, his head bobbed in acceptance. He was, after all, entirely game for those ideas that so toyed at his lover's mind. There was particularly little Dorian might ever ask of him that he might reject in any fashion. This was certainly not one of them. His lips met the fae's own, those fingers in his hair prompted that first bit of movement against those bindings, the vampire near had forgotten what he had so agreed to, that small constriction upon his wrists so reminding him in that moment. He hardly expected, truly, that touch of warmth that suddenly pressed against him, followed by a sensation that even he could hardly put to words.

A wholly baffled look crossed his features as Dorian pulled away from him, only to press his lips once again against his neck. That tender flesh was altogether sensitive, those nerve endings near coming to life at that brush of his lover's lips against his flesh. It brought with it a veritable wealth of sensations, the like of which Sebastian had simply never felt before. There was an intensity there, a tingling heat and an intense awareness brought by every press of Dorian's flesh against his own. It was almost as if the entire world had been dialed up. His eyes fluttered closed, that gasp decidedly soft as his lover moved further down his neck. That finger that trailed down his body caused a shudder to follow in its wake, that skin near alight with the smallest brush in a way that prompted a moan from his lips. How he yearned for that touch elsewhere! How his body near quivered with delight and want and need! "Ma biche, qu'avez-vous fait?" (what have you done?) He inquired softly, for once entirely curious on that newfound skill his lover so subjected him to and yet, for the first time, Sebastian found himself questioning just how long his endurance might truly last if Dorian was so capable of making him feel all of this with a simple touch!

Sebastian Ellington