The Sun Also Rises

It was almost silly really, that sheer amount of delight Dorian so took from coaxing but each and every one of those sounds from his Consort. The Monarch was hardly a selfish lover in any sense of the word, indeed the Fae so found a blissful pleasure all its own in so stirring his partner to that ultimate ecstasy and yet there was something so undeniably glorious in the knowledge that it was surely his hands, his lips, his body that was wholly capable of bringing the vampire undone in turn. How he adored the man Sebastian was! His lover the very epitome of that English gentleman in manner and demeanour and word and yet how too he enjoyed unravelling but every single thread of that carefully sculpted control. He relished in that ardency he stirred within the man, in appealing to both the man and that more vampiric side and too- he delighted in those moments in which Sebastian might press him to the bed or wall or floor or whatever it was they could so find with that utter and inspired passion Dorian had so purposely fuelled within him. How glorious moments like that were! Yet how exquisite moments like this were in turn. Moments in which he might be so fully allowed to love his boyfriend with every bit of emotion he was assured his words might fail to offer or Sebastian might simply fail to believe. It was surely in this expression of their affection and commitment to one another that both men undoubtedly excelled. The King wholly assured he would have it no other way.

His lips pressed in that fluttering sensation to his lovers neck, the scent of the man alone wholly intoxicating and so furthering his own desire in those few moments in which Sebastian so willingly offered his neck to those touches and those sounds of want were readily pulled from within him. Ah, but he was sure he could listen to those sounds all day! Dorian's lips worked downward and gently across his companion's bare shoulder before at last allowing his teeth to press down upon that cool flesh in the same moment as his hand moved to embrace the length of his companion in his entirety. That enjoyment of those nips of his teeth was a quirk wholly unique to the vampire, one Dorian had quite discovered by accident and yet one he had learned all the better how to employ if only for those moans it seemed to stir from his lover when used in just the right fashion. His hand so worked in that same moment to further coax those sounds from that man he adored. His own Italian lyrics held a breathlessness of sorts to them, Dorian unable to deny his own state of arousal and the ready want that tugged at him, his words in that moment perhaps decidedly more Italian then they were often given to be and yet his own accent so had a fashion of thickening in those intimate embraces in much the same way as Sebastian's own. That simple request for only more of those sounds stirring a chuckle from his companion lips before Sebastian pulled but slightly away, Dorian wholly reluctant to allow him to do so- the vampire reaching readily for him mere seconds later.

Dorian was entirely willing to allow himself to be tugged forward once more, Sebastian taking up that wholly new position upon the bed and yet one Dorian held near no ability to refuse, that simple sight of him was utterly breathtaking, that ache within his own groin wholly demanding that satisfaction his companion alone could give. How on earth he had found a being such as this he hardly knew. In all the world he was assured he would never find another person he loved this much. It simply was not possible. Dorian only craving more of Sebastian here and now, that simple desire for that blissful closeness seeing him readily take up that needed position then, leaning over his lover now in that ever classical embrace and yet one so rarely used between themselves. Yet how glorious it was! That feel of skin on skin and that tangle of limbs was everything. That hand that settled upon the back of his neck to draw him only closer in the embrace of that kiss spoke volumes, the pair of them so seemingly jointly assured that this alone simply was not enough. The hunger of that kiss met equally so by Sebastian in those moments, Dorian wholly reluctant to lean away and yet how much he utterly craved to take his lover fully now.

The Monarch shifted gently from Sebastian's embrace, Dorian leaning back just so as to rest his hands on his lovers hips, taking care to position them both just how they needed to be to achieve that satisfactory angle that Sebastian alone had so taught him off. His fingers tightened but briefly upon his lovers hips, affording the man those few moments to ready himself before his own rolled forward to enter him. That gasp that fell from the vampires lips so managed to stir that faint simper to his own, Dorian so summoning every bit of his control in that moment to still himself and allow Sebastian to adjust to that sensation before he simply found he could wait no longer. His hips moved forward in those steady thrusts then, the simply feel of Sebastian's figure around him drawing that groan from within as he pressed only deeper with each movement. There was surely no words for this feeling, for this sensation, those two days far, far too long to go without this utter bliss. His own breathing had become decidedly unsteady, each roll of his hips so punctuated with those steady sounds of pleasure- Dorian wholly assured neither of them would last truly long this evening, that ready pressure of sorts that so demanded release already beginning to build. That feel of Sebastian's gaze upon him in those moments all the more arousing in turn. How he adored to have his lover watch.

Sebastian so suddenly reached forward then to pull him back down and against his figure, Dorian all-too eagerly embracing that shift, the Fae so momentarily adjusting in turn to that position, the man wholly intent on taking up those movements once more before Sebastian's free hand reached back to cup his butt. The vampire so firmly assisting in shifting him forward and only furthering the depth of Dorian within him. God, that feeling! That utter moan of satisfaction was stolen by the press of Sebastian's lips to his own, Dorian returning that kiss with utter force. The Italian curse muttered against his skin in those breathless words was hardly missed, Dorian's own gaze fluttering briefly closed in response to that renewed sensation as his hips rolled over and over again, so relishing that new depth and angle and the feel of but every single place Sebastian's figure rested against his own. How simply he adored being able to see his lover and relish in that embrace! Dorian reluctant to allow Sebastian's lips to pull from his own, the Fae largely having forgotten about that object the vampire had promised to show him the use for until that near soft command to stay still seemed to find him, surprise touching his gaze momentarily.

How difficult such a request was to follow! Dorian assured that 'still' was the last thing but any part of his body desired to be in that moment when but every part of him entirely craved that release and the feel of his lovers body around him was only too satisfying. A wholly audible groan was stirred from somewhere within him, Dorian mustering but every inch of his control to still his actions then, his breathing so matching that distinct unsteadiness of Sebastian's own as that fine layer of sweat all but shone upon his skin. That sudden yet subtle touch behind him so grasped his attention near instantly, that understanding seeming to find him in those moments, the very use of that gift seeming all the clearer then even if he still failed to understand so exactly what it might do. Dorian was entirely willing to indulge his lover in this and so allow him to show him this wholly new experience he desired to understand. His lips brushed against Sebastian's own but once more, stealing yet another kiss from him and too so affording him that simple permission to keep going, that near impish grin so touching his own lips once more.

"Sarò ancora oggi prometto." (I will be still now, I promise.)

How hard that was to do! And for how long he could remain as such he hardly knew.

Dorian Aragona