Sebastian relished within that touch of his lover's frame against his skin, that warmth that ran along his body was such a stark contrast to the eternally chilled state of his own flesh. That heat only served to provide the vampire with a near plethora of sensations that he suspected his lover was largely oblivious to. That sudden shift of the Monarch's frame was entirely unexpected, the King near grinding against that entirely sensitive portion of his figure. A groan left his lips at that simple contact, his hand reaching out to press the man further against and within him in that singular moment, entirely intending to only further that pleasure the vampire felt. Those sensations that filled the man were utterly glorious, so sweeping the Englishman in with each forward thrust, bringing him further and further towards that ultimate satisfaction. That sound upon his lover's lips brought a small simper to his own, the man unable to deny how he so utterly loved to pull such groans from the fae King. Sometimes, in moments such as this, as Dorian's lips brushed so firmly against his own, it still astounded the Englishman to realize all that he had. When the world at large so had it's eyes upon the Italian Monarch, Sebastian was but the only soul to allowed to see the man in some state other than composed and aloof and God, how he loved it!

His body pressed against his lover's own in the depth of that kiss, the vampire catching the top of Dorian's lips between his own only to be rewarded with yet another of those glorious groans. He could feel the fae King reaching ever closer towards the precipice of satisfaction, the vampire's body somehow so innately aware of just how much longer his lover might be able to handle, that awareness surely prompted in part by that fashion his own body seemed to tighten ever more around the King as each roll of Dorian's hips against him brought the vampire just as close. It wasn't often, truly, that Sebastian found himself utterly lacking that usual perseverance. However, with the fae King gone for several days only to return with that stubble that so completely attracted the vampire, much less his own unyielding feelings for the man made lasting incredibly difficult. His lover's grip upon his figure tightened, that incredibly simple gesture drew a sound from his lips and yet, it was that knowledge that this would hardly last much longer that prompted that demand for stillness from the King.

That quizzical glimpse he was given hardly went ignored, much less that hesitation that seemed to fill those few rolls of Dorian's hips that came in the aftermath of that request. It was a difficult one, no doubt, not when the pair of them were already so close to dancing on the edge of completion. There was something altogether alluring of the way Dorian simply looked in those moments, covered in a sheen of sweat, those taut biceps holding the man above him with that haggard rise and fall of his chest and that utterly breathtaking smile upon his lips. That singular moment was utterly perfect, his own body reacting in kind to tighten around the fae, near prompting that groaned whine from his lips. Even so, Sebastian's attention momentarily deviated from the man above him, grasping that very gift only for his fingers to gingerly brush against the Monarch from behind, that sharp intake of breath prompted a near mischievous grin upon his lips as his blue eyes refocused upon the man. He enjoyed subjecting the man to those new sensations, the vampire fully expecting that his present of sorts would surely shortly push the King over the edge. "I'm counting on it." He muttered softly in response to that near threat.

He hardly expected, however, for the way that Dorian pushed so purposefully against him, his lover's skin brushing against the length of the vampire in a fashion that, though wholly teasing, prompted that moan from his lips. "Dear God, Dorian." He continued, his breath as equally ragged as his lover's own in that moment. That promise that Dorian would be still was met with a dubious look and yet, even so, the vampire still made the effort to introduce the King to that object even if it required finding that perfect angle with but touch alone. Sebastian slid that very present within the man, the Englishman acutely aware of how his lover reacted to that newfound sensation that surely assaulted the fae in the wake of that gift. His hips shifted against the man, that request to continue so entirely clear, even if that simple action filled his lover with those intense feelings. His hand rose, resting on Dorian's neck to drag the man back down against him, that necklace of his family crest near brushing against his chest as he dragged his lover closer to kiss all over again. That near experimental shift of his lover's hips brought another soft groan to his lips before Dorian's lips fell with ardor against his own, the man's thrusts steady beginning to increase in rapidness to a speed he found vastly more enjoyable.

Those moans began to fall from his lips more readily, the brush of Dorian's stomach against him and that thrust of the King within him so quickly drew the vampire towards the edge of that ability to withstand those feelings. His breath shortened, those soft gasps accompanying those sounds as Dorian moved faster and faster against him. Those softly uttered words were, for once, hardly answered, the vampire far too close to tumbling over the other side of the precipice to care even of those curse words that left Dorian's lips. That final, firm thrust and that near explosion within him so easily brought Sebastian over that edge, his bright blue eyes fluttered close, his back arching ever so slightly even as Dorian's lips near crushed against his own. Those groans peeled from his mouth, leaving the vampire near gasping for breath in those moments of pure ecstasy. It took several moments in the aftermath before the vampire found his breath again, the man reaching around to pull that very object from his lover's form in a way of freeing him, even if he hardly had a desire to move from that position in the slightest. Rather, Sebastian was content to simply leave that gift upon the bed, his arms wrapping around the man against his chest, simply laying there for several moments as he listened to their breath. It was in the wake of that reunion that his gaze slowly turned down towards the man, his lips brushing delicately against his lover's forehead only to voice those words they so rarely said - "I love you."