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

That brief reprieve from the fae King's near assault upon his very senses was a near necessity if the vampire was so going to endure what he was utterly assured would come. After all, Dorian had quite near demanded some measure of fortitude from him, it was simply not within his capabilities to deny his lover in any sense and yet, this life thing was so wholly astounding. He had forgotten what it felt like to feel the barest touch of that warm skin upon his own heated flesh. He'd forgotten what it felt like to have his lungs want to burst from holding his breath as he so focused upon those feelings of pleasure. He'd forgotten the true power of skin against skin. His kind so often were near unaware of that loss of that sense of touch in the wake of those other heightened senses. Their taste changed, their hearing was wholly predatory, their eyes became more attuned to that darkness. And oh the things they could smell! And yet, Sebastian found himself almost mourning that death of his flesh far more than he had thought he might. How he yearned for this very life! And how he treasured every feeling his lover was so capable of pressing upon him, even that touch of the King's silken lips against his own, each touch of passion returned with an equal measure.

He took that fleeting opportunity to so press his frame against the length of his lover's own, so yearning to feel the King's skin against his, enough so that his hands twisted slightly within the tightness of that silken black tie. That moan upon his lover's lips was so utterly arousing, though he was rather certain that it was entirely impossible to have any further desire then what already filled his frame. that want had so long ago turned to a veritable need. Nevertheless, the vampire allowed himself to be pushed down upon the bed, that pillow tucked ever so lovingly behind his head before the Monarch was so keen to observe that fit figure beneath him. That complement was, perhaps unsurprisingly, brushed off with relative ease, even filled with a teasing hint to his accented lyrics. Those blue eyes, however, remained entirely steadfast upon his lover as Dorian leaned over only to press his lips against the tenderness of his flesh, his very body once again flooded with those sensations of life that so alit his nerve endings. It was near impossible, truly, for Sebastian to remain silent, those sensations tore those moans from his lips as the Monarch's affections drifted lower and lower upon his frame.

His breath quickened both from anticipation and as a sheer reaction to those senses that assaulted his frame with each brush of his lover's lips and yet - all of that simply failed to compare at all to having that most sensitive part of him within Dorian's mouth. The nerves upon that already sensitive area were so effortlessly draw to life by the vampire's boyfriend, that overwhelming feeling of utter bliss saw his back arch upwards ever so slightly, that moan but the first of many in those moments that followed. His hips shifted upwards in an effort to push himself further into the Monarch's mouth, that press upon his hips but a simple subtle remind to still, even as the Englishman found himself so desperately uttering his lover's name in that moment of need. That sliding of Dorian's tongue against him was so entirely glorious, the vampire entirely unwilling for those sensations to end and yet, it was perhaps unsurprising that the King refused that final climax that he so desperately desired. That soft whine so left his lips as the King shifted upwards, that soft chuckle upon Dorian's lips was hardly missed, the Englishman fully aware that his lover knew well not only what he was doing but too what Sebastian so wanted within that moment.

He hardly expected for the King to lean down once again, the vampire so mistaking in that moment that perhaps his lover had so given into his wants, only to find the Monarch's mouth drift ever lower to take a wholly different part of him. That initial contact against his sensitive human flesh saw the man flinch in clear surprise and yet, that simple reaction near vanished in that wave of unexpected pleasure that so washed over him. His squirmed beneath the man, that pressing of Dorian's hand upon his lips was perhaps the only thing that kept him still in any fashion as his lover so showered those often ignored parts of the man with that acute attention. He was altogether aware of that trail of Dorian's hands against his flesh as the Monarch slowly drew away from his groin, that touch alone so brought a shudder to his frame before that singular hand so gingerly pushed against his waist. That soft request upon the King's lips so readily saw the vampire comply, "Oh, thank god." He muttered simply, entirely anticipating that very thing that, surely, Dorian must too have wanted! Surely Sebastian was not the only one with such desires!

The vampire rolled onto his stomach, attempting to position himself as best as he could given the current situation. He hardly anticipated that pillow the King shoved beneath his hips, and yet, he hardly argued in the slightest, that pillow far more comfortable given his current arousal than mere mattress alone. He was intently aware of his lover as Dorian settled between his legs, that simple tug of that tie upon his wrist brought a soft breath of relief as his hands were finally set free. The vampire shifted, his fingers pressing into the mattress ever so slightly to support his frame so his head wasn't entirely buried in that comforter beneath them. He was well aware of that shift of the King's body above him, that soft press of the man's lips upon his neck drew the bright blue of his irises, even as the King assured him of that which he already anticipated. Already he nearly found himself quivering at the sheer thought of all those feelings Dorian was surely going to subject the inside of his body with, the Englishman merely bobbed his head ever so slightly, "I know." He offered, and yet, truly, he was hardly prepared for exactly what would come next. How could he be?

He was so innately aware of that touch of Dorian's against his hips, even without that affinity so coaxing that life within him. Rather, it was that press of Dorian's own desire against him and that simple action of sliding inside of him that brought a gasp to his lips. To so finally find the King within him after that entirely intense teasing was near glorious upon it's own. His hips shifted, so eagerly meeting the man's rhythm before that sensitivity once again tore through his frame. The very action drew a moan from his lips, his breath coming far faster now, more akin to a pant then any real regularity. His finger made fists within those blankets beneath him as those nerves so flared with live, his whole body nearly contracting around his lover in that simple overwhelm of complete and utter ecstasy that laced his frame. His eyebrows furrowed as he was forced to focus, to not let those feelings overwhelm him far too much yet. He could hardly help those groans that left his lips with such an increasing regularity, those sounds far more intense and desperate than any the King had drawn from him before.

That increased rapidness to his lover's hips against his own was quite near enough to undo the man. His own body overwhelmed with sensations that so filled his very core. His fingers clawed deeper into those sheets, the vampire so eagerly meeting each and every thrust and yet, the deeper his lover pushed into him, the quicker he found himself coming undone. His shoulders hunched forward ever so slightly, his bright blue eyes fluttered close, his breath had turned more towards a series of gasps as Sebastian found himself so teetering on the edge. He tried to deny that end, truly, and yet his efforts provided his lover but mere moments before he simply could not hold on any longer - a fact that he was altogether certain Dorian must have felt. It was a series of curse words that fell from his lips as the vampire found himself giving into those feelings that had so threatened to take him for so very long, his body near spasming at the intensity of it all. That increased foreplay and sex itself surely gave way to a far more heightened ending all the same. By the end of that veritable wave of pleasure, the vampire found himself near collapsing against those bedsheets, his chest rising and falling rapidly with a sort of exhaustion he hadn't remembered sex provoking from him and, for the first time that evening, he found himself truly considering if his own venom even compared to what Dorian had so gifted him with.

Sebastian Ellington