you were the answer to my dreams

There was a certain sort of tranquility to be found in that solitude with the fae King in his arms with that continual sound of rainfall in the backdrop. It was a sort of rightness within the world that he had scarcely felt before his lover's existence within his life. It was silly, childish, even, that infatuation that all but eclipsed everything else in his life. That vampiric obsession was so unspeakably strong for his fiancé, surely spurring is own, often neverending desires for the man. That simple brush of the moonlight against Dorian's skin was certainly enough to test the strength of that control within the Englishman. Though that promise of taking the King beneath the light of that heavenly sphere had all been forgotten, such was a fantasy that hardly had dissipated over those years that had past, even if it never again crossed his lips. He could scarcely deny that arousal that was so clear upon his frame, even as he stepped forward to pin his lover against him in those very places he desired most to touch. That soft sound such a singular motion made caused a small, wicked grin of satisfaction upon the vampire's features, even as his lover's hands so tenderly rose to rest upon his neck.

That sheer suggestion of all that Sebastian himself had so wordlessly been considering quite near instantly only furthered his own needs, his own physique clearly giving away his own thoughts in that moment as his body was pressed so closely against Dorian's own. He was well aware of the way those silver eyes deviated downwards and yet, the Englishman was hardly ashamed in the slightest that such a notion so intently captured his interest. Rather, he was all too keen to assure his lover of the pleasure he would take from showing Dorian that place they had yet to christen. His own lips gingerly pressed against Dorian's own in that stolen kiss, only to assure his lover of his intention to show the man exactly those pleasures they could find when making love in the plush carpet of grass with the breeze tickling their bare skin. God, how Dorian would look beneath him in that backyard! How fucking tempting he was to so toy with the vampire in such a fashion! It was difficult to drag his thoughts from such lusty considerations, truly. Still, there was a certain measure of playfulness in those accented lyrics as he conceded his plan to marry the fae Monarch simply for that ability to take their sexual encounters outdoors.

Sebastian hardly anticipated the King's refute that, perhaps it was Dorian so using him for those capabilities he had within the bedroom. The suggestion alone was one that brought a grin to his features, that warm chuckle upon his lips. "I wouldn't be terribly oppose even if that was true." He commented. That particularly good mood was decidedly rare on that fateful day as today and yet, Dorian had a way of coaxing that impish nature in the man even despite all the memories that tonight held with it. Even so, he found himself admitting all the same that he had forgotten of that promise that Dorian had made him nearly a year ago. Back then such longer term promises had seemed little more than a feeble pipe dream. Those next times had been all that he had lived for. He could hardly help that soft laughter at the insistence that Dorian's memory was surely exactly why he kept the Monarch around in the first place. "I am quite assured I have you for a plethora of reasons, Dorian." He muttered, even as the man shifted against him.

He hardly strove to stop his lover as Dorian shifted around his figure, his arms remaining draped around his neck as Dorian maneuvered behind him, the man's head leaned against his shoulder. Those suggestions for what their evening could consist of were certainly tempting, each option considered with particular care and yet, Sebastian had little intention of leaving that home. Hell, he hardly had the intention to leave that very room when he was afforded the entirety of Dorian's attention to himself. That soft press of Dorian's lips against that sensitive skin of his neck only further concreted his plans, those suggestions announced but mere moments later. He was grateful Dorian seemed willing enough to embrace that plan, only to offer his own sort of adjustments to that order of events. Those dark blue eyes shifted towards those ethereal silver ones of the King's, only for that sudden brush of Dorian's fingers upon his skin to quiet any words that might have left his lips. That singular stroke he was provided was altogether fleeting and yet it near effortlessly coaxed that anticipatory groan from the man's mouth. How he yearned for that touch, how he needed it!

He was intimately aware of his lover's fingers as Dorian's had continued it's pathway over his thigh and towards that very place the Monarch had never touched in such a fashion. His body pressed against his lover's hand, his breath almost wavering in that very moment as Dorian's warm breath pressed against his jawline. "Dear God, no." He uttered at that sheer suggestion of waiting for this very thing Sebastian had been so fiercely teased with ever since he'd awoken. Even despite those overwhelming desires to so be subject to that touch, remaining in the confines of that bedroom so limited that very idea that had begun to toy with his thoughts at the mention of that chocolate awaiting him downstairs. "But..." He uttered with a hint of breathlessness, even as his figure so pressed against Dorian's touch, "...if one of us doesn't go downstairs, then I can't subject you to my...idea." He was assured Dorian would infer that meaning all upon his own, the man entirely willing to leave that choice up to the fae King. After all, he was equally as content to skip that very foreplay, his body certainly ready enough for that release as it was.

Sebastian Ellington