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

That very life that so filled his frame in the wake of those teasing touches was hardly satisfying in any fashion. He yearned for those caresses in those more sensitive area while also so fully desiring the Monarch himself, even if he doubted he would be able to last long at all. Those sensations that Dorian was capable of impressing upon him were nothing shy of utter ecstasy, to feel those very things inside of him, the sheer idea of it both utterly excited him and too made him concerned for his own usual steadfast perseverance. Nevertheless, the vampire rolled onto his back with a sense of relief within his words, altogether aware of what was surely to come. He needed to feel the man within him, to feel the King's own pleasure and lust and satisfaction. That simple physical union held within it's depths far more than just those bodily satisfaction. There was something so delightful of knowing he was able to please the man, much less that far more emotional connection that was forged in those moments of sweaty, passionate love making. His hips shifted, the man far willing to do whatever the Monarch desired to so earn him that final act he so desperately wanted and yet, he hardly expected that gentle tug upon that silken black tie, his arms immediately shifted to better accommodate himself.

He could feel his lover so positioning himself, just as he could feel the barest brush of Dorian's own arousal, that simple touch alone had a manner of so utterly exciting the man for what he knew would soon come. He was aware of Dorian's hands settling so firmly upon his hips before the fae pushed himself forward and into the vampire himself. Sebastian could hardly stop the sound that left his own lips, intermixing with that groan that peeled from Dorian's own. That simple initial action was far more intense than usual, regardless of his lover's affinity. His entire body was still wholly alive, after all, those nerves already far more heightened than they usually were within his corpse like figure. That simple responsiveness of his form to Dorian's own, however, only made the man all the more eager to meet that ever increasing rhythm Dorian set, his hips shifting only to press against the King's own, nearly encouraging the King deeper within him with that simple rolling gesture of his own hips. He was aware, fully, of that shift in Dorian's breath, his own had long ago become highly unsettled, his heart beat surely thrumming against Dorian's own finger.

Although he had wholly been expecting that touch of Dorian's ability at some point, that sudden wave of sensation that so entirely slammed into him at every single brush of Dorian's flesh within him only caused those groans to fall from his lips with such an increased rapidness. His fingers tightened in those sheets, his breath more akin to a pant then any real pattern. His eyebrows furrowed with concentration as he so struggled to last longer. That press of Dorian's hands against his hip surely hardly helped him in any fashion. His body contracted around the King, the Englishman wholly aware not only of that sound that left his lover's lips but the way that simple tightness so seemed to coax his lover into thrusting within him all the faster. God! If only Dorian knew what he was doing to him! The man's actions so quickly unraveled those fraying strings of control with each deeper movement within him till the vampire simply could not maintain himself any longer, regardless of how desperately he tried. That climax was so torn from him as his body simply gave into that veritable assault, those curse words so falling from his lips at the sheer intensity of all those part of his body his lover so brought to life. That simple finishing so fraught his frame with near spasms at that release, that pleasure only further increased by that change he could near feel within him as Dorian so quickly found his own high, that release of his lover surely only furthered to send his own body near quivering as those noises filled the air around them.

Sebastian collapsed against that bed, a final moan left his lips as Dorian pulled himself from the depths of his body. The vampire hardly moved, however, instead simply focusing upon his own breath and stilling his so quickly beating heart. He hardly remembered sex being nearly as exhausting as this was. In his youth, he had been all too eager to engage anyone in such activities, often without the pleasurably comfort of a bed. He could only presume it was his lover's affinity alone that had so made tonight far more than memory served it being. He felt his lover roll off his form, the vampire altogether aware of the King's spent body beside him. His head shifted only so that those bright blue eyes could meet the silver hue of the man he so adored. The vampire could hardly deny that coupling had been nothing short of glorious and, quite literally, entirely breathtaking. He could equally hardly deny that desire to remain close to the man at his side, the vampire entirely content to simply remain there with his side brushing against the King's own. Dorian was eternally his greatest weakness, those sexual encounters often were hardly enough to satisfy his often unyielding desires for the man's presence.

Sebastian hardly resisted that simple tug against his form, the vampire entirely giving into his lover's request. He allowed his frame to be crawn across the bed, the man nestling against his lover's chest regardless of the sweat that covered both of their pale frames. That soft press of Dorian's lips against his shoulder coaxed a small simper to his features as he glanced backwards at the King, his own breathing slowly regaining some measure of steadiness. That soft murmur upon the King's lips served only to draw another weakened groan from the vampire, that mock pout crossing his own features. "I don't know that I like being tired." He muttered, a yawn finally crossing his lips. "How do you deal with this every night." He inquired with a subtle hint of a complaint. He knew well that he subjected the King to those shows of affection on a rather frequent basis and yet, Dorian still often rose after those evenings spent in their shared bed to see about that work required to run his own country from afar.

In truth, the vampire had all but forgotten that gift the Monarch had informed him of intending to give him. After all, Sebastian was entirely certain that his lover's latest idea had certainly served as a gift well enough on it's own. After all, for a whole night, Sebastian had been provided with the very touch of life flowing within his veins once again. He was entirely certain that there was none of his kind whom could say they had experienced anything quite like this again. How many of his own would do so very much for what Dorian had so freely given him tonight - and how he certainly would not forget it anytime soon. That soft brush of Dorian's fingers against his forehead as he moved those wayward blond locks from the man's face only served to draw those bright blue eyes towards his lover's features all the same. Those uttered lyrics only served to bring a snort to his nose, the vampire shaking his head ever so slightly. "I somehow doubt that my venom makes you feel quite like that." He declared, entirely certain that his lover's capabilities had so affected him far more then that final bite of his own in those perfect moments at the end of their coupling. "Otherwise, I don't know how you handle me every night." The vampire continued in contemplation. After all, surely such intensity would get exhausting over time, wouldn't it? Wouldn't simple sex be glorious in it's own right if Sebastian so subjected him to all of this every time? Still, he supposed that explained well why so many had assured him his bite was utterly intoxicating. It was certainly thought provoking, even if the vampire's mind hardly wished to devote such consideration to it. Rather, the man merely turned in his lover's arms just enough to press his lips against his lover's own in a kiss far more sweet than any others he'd offered the man of late. "Thank you, Dorian." He uttered softly, entirely appreciative of all the Monarch had done for him today.

Sebastian Ellington