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

Before the fae King, it had become altogether rare that Sebastian found himself in such a position as this. Despite the decade, many of the woman he took were far more passive than domineering within the bedroom, the vampire entirely content to appease them if only for how incredibly east it was to take that blood from their veins in the midst of those moments of pleasure. It was, perhaps, only in the past year of his time spent within Dorian's bed that Sebastian became accustomed to having that attentive adoration places solely upon himself and yet, even so, that hardly had prepared him for this. His body quite near came to life at his lover's touch, those nerve endings alighting like a fire that so saw the vampire shudder, pulling those sounds of moans effortlessly from his lips - and all of it from a simple touch. It was baffling in every sense and yet, he'd hardly considered that this was akin to how his own potent venom could so render his lover, the idea alone almost foreign to him if only for how utterly useless it was upon his own form. He was wholly unaware of his lover's intent to bestow upon him what he so often gave, his whole world a flurry of feelings that so threatened to overwhelm him, near rending any sort of other thought utterly impossible. His lover's simple touches stole all of his attention, just as too he knew it would require all of his perseverance to not let this finish too soon.

That explanation he was afforded was hardly satisfactory, truly, those questions lingering in his head and yet, their existence was entirely forgotten the moment that third finger was pressed against his skin. Trailing down his physique and towards that sensitive inner thigh that so prompted another sort of desire and longing that was all too clear upon his naked frame. In the wake of those practiced hands, every bit of his skin felt entirely alive. He was aware of that soft flesh upon his lover's fingers, he was aware of that cold air that nipped at his frame and the welcoming embrace of those sheets beneath him. It was a sort of sensory overload and yet, the vampire so easily rode that near pleasurable high, even if the King had hardly even touched him where he so found himself both desiring and fearing that attention. Those teasing words upon Dorian's lips were met with a glare from the vampire, the man altogether willing to share with the King exactly what he thought of those tactics, only prompting the slightest reprieve as his boyfriend so uttered sweetly his own desperate want for those evenings that would surely come. That soft brush of his lover's lips against his shoulder momentarily drew his gaze, those blue eyes met the silver at that singular warning he was offered before his world near turned upside down.

His breath was caught within his throat at that initial touch - the sheer sensation of Dorian's fingers against the length of him so immediately drew that groan from his lips, his head tilted back, those reactions so utterly primal as his lover so encompassed the entirety of him, that hand moving up and down in ways that he both found he utterly needed and so easily threatened to push the man over that edge so terribly quickly. His chest rose and fell with a need for air that he was wholly unused to, even as the vampire gasped. His hands fought against those resisting bindings, those curse words fell from his lips. God, how utterly amazing Dorian was capable of making him feel! He so quickly hardened at that dance of the Monarch's fingers before, slowly, that intensity seemed to lessen ever so slightly. He doubted, truly, that he had become accustomed to those feelings. After all, that part of him was near filled with nerve endings - each and every one so flooded with those chemical receptors in a way so alike his own poison. Those sounds only continued to leave his lips, at least, until the King's hand moved ever so regrettably away from his form. The vampire was near breathless in the wake of those feelings, that exhale and inhale of air near audible as he so attempted to catch his breath in the wake of that sensation.

Those bright blue eyes so sought his boyfriend's own in that moment, altogether aware of Dorian's fingers as they moved up his body. His attention was wholly focused upon the fae as Dorian's hands settled on both sides of his features. His lips altogether eagerly met Dorian's own, even though he was so restrained from touching the man as he so often enjoyed to do. That press of the fae's body against his own drew a soft groan from his lips, the vampire so relished in that touch of his lover's body against his own - it was a feeling only further increased by the way his body still seemed to quiver in the wake of those sensations Dorian had beset him to. Nevertheless, he slowly leaned back against that bed, his legs unfolded beneath him. His head shifted only as the fae so purposefully and yet, considerately shoved a pillow beneath his head. That singular thought of his own comfort coaxed a warm simper upon his features. Somehow, that simple gesture of attentiveness meant far more to him then all those sexual actions combined. Sex, after all, did not always follow love for the man and yet, something as so miniscule as caring about his comfort was a show of just that -- love.

He shifted ever so slightly beneath the fae, entirely aware, in that moment, of the way in which his arms were nestled against his back and beneath him. He hardly had any sort of complaint, however, his attention focused upon the man above him as Dorian so uttered that compliment. Even between those ragged breaths, Sebastian could hardly help the way in which he rolled his eyes. "Considering you spent six hundred years with the same two hundred people, I'm not sure that says a lot, ma biche." He uttered in an entirely teasing fashion, even as Dorian so insisted he was hardly finished with him just yet. Any further retort he might have offered near died upon his lips the moment Dorian's mouth pressed against his skin, his breath once again so sharply inhaled. He was oh so aware of that brush of his lover's tongue, the sweep of it alone was wholly breathtaking as the man worked his way lower and lower, following a trail almost akin to the one Sebastian himself had so subjected the man to not terribly long ago. It was that brush of his tongue across his chest that drew that groan once again from his lips, those parts of the man so rarely afforded any true attention only to now be beset with all of this! It hardly took much before that skin so contracted and firmed beneath Dorian's touch, the second too followed suite as his lover's mouth moved to devote several moments of attention there as well. Soon enough, the fae seemed content to move on, his mouth moving lower and lower and yet, that quickness to the vampire's breath only seemed to come faster if only for where he knew this would end and exactly how much he needed the man's lips there. He glanced down along his own frame as Dorian made himself comfortable between his legs and yet, he hardly expected the Monarch to so quickly give into those unspoken desires.

That press of Dorian's lips against that all too sensitive place so immediately drew that groan from his lips, his back arched ever so slightly, his hips rose in a near instant reaction to that touch of himself within his lover's mouth. Those feelings alone somehow entirely unlike anything Dorian had ever beset him with, those words entirely husky and breathless as they left his lips. "Oh God, Dorian." That life and that rush of those feelings ended far before he so wished them to, the vampire near whining in their absence. He hardly expected the way Dorian's mouth moved further down, those lips and tongue instead pressing against a part of him that was often ignored. He should have known it was coming, really. After all, he had done the same to his lover recently and yet, his body still flinched at that unexpected sensation. This one was hardly as intense as that life his lover' pressed into him and yet, the newness of it all was enough that the feelings still invoked a measurable sense of pleasure within him. He squirmed ever so slightly against the bed and beneath the King. How he wanted the man! How he needed him! Another sound echoed in the back of his throat and yet, he was entirely helpless to his lover's whims, a fact he was all too aware of.

Sebastian Ellington