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There was something altogether pleasing in so coaxing those sounds from his lovers lips. Dorian so relishing that manner in which his Consort's breath seemed to catch within his throat in those first moments in which his fingers saw fit to explore those previously unexplored places. Sebastian leaning readily back in to that embrace in that sure sign off his own enjoyment of that new touch. Dorian still entirely willing- after all these years- to add only more to his veritable repertoire of capabilities in so satisfying his vampiric companion. That business between the sheets an area in which Dorian was entirely assured one was never too old to learn or explore. He was merely decidedly fortunate to have so found a fiance equally as willing to indulge him in such pleasurable pursuits. His lips easily pressed to the man's neck in turn, that singular place a decidedly sensitive one upon his lover. Dorian so having first discovered that on their very first evening together those years ago. The Monarch entirely assured of a reaction each and every time he saw to affording that sensitive flesh his affection. That soft groan that stirred from within Sebastian's throat only further resulting in his own distinct arousal. That need tugging potently at him then. Dorian quite content to tease the man with that suggestion that they could surely cease such activity and go downstairs if he truly wanted. That hurried answer coaxing that warm chuckle from the Monarch before those near breathlessly uttered words saw him pause in those newfound endeavours.

How very tempting the mention of an idea was! Dorian quite unable to help that groan that parted his own lips in turn. That state of want he so found himself within becoming so noticeably more prominent at even the mere mention of such a thing! How decidedly sexy it was to hear Sebastian utter such things. Dorian himself, until that moment, quite unaware of just how profound an effect such a thing might have upon him. Those english words failing him entirely then. The Monarch reverting to his native Italian as he offered that distinct assurance of just how very much that idea of an idea might appeal to him even despite how desperately he sought that release he was certain might take him only a few moments to achieve from his lover's all-too ready figure in turn. How Sebastian teased at him so gloriously! Those further words prompting something near akin to a whine from the man if only for that very mystery it so prompted within his ever curious mind. Was he truly willing to forgo that impending satisfaction to explore Sebastian's very suggestion? Surely it would be worth it. Dorian quite unable to resist such temptation. The Fae King assured he would have teased Sebastian entirely for his comment upon just how long Dorian was capable off lasting- were his own control not lacking so terribly in that singular moment. The Monarch doubting himself and his ability distinctly this evening. His fingers at last ceasing their touch against his lover to slide his hand upward to rest on the man's hip. That final groan he was rewarded with hardly missed before those words were uttered against the skin off Sebastian's shoulder.

"I shall do my best, but I find you especially gorgeous when you speak like that."

That faint taint of amusement lingered within those heated words all the same. Dorian's own breath beginning to show that unevenness that came with that state of desire. His lips brushing a final time across his lovers skin before allowing his teeth to nip ever so slightly at it. How oblivious he was to Sebastian's very desire to attempt to coax more than one of those intimate moments from him tonight and yet how wholly willing he would be to take up that idea all the same! Sebastian's sharp intake of breath at that touch of his teeth saw the return of that simper to his lips before he reluctantly released his lover from his arms with that request he not take to long downstairs. Dorian positively assured he could not stand the man's absence for too long this evening. That solemn promise he was afforded with saw his own head nod as Sebastian reached for that bathrobe, the vampire concealing himself within it before heading for that door. Only to pause to issue that singular demand that Dorian be upon the bed when he returned. The Monarch allowing one eye to raise in a clear amusement. The Fae wholly willing to play along with that very demand.

"As you wish. Bastian?-"

He paused, waiting for the vampire to turn back towards him before he strode out of that door. Dorian's grin near impish once more as he regarded his lover. That amusement clear upon his features then.

"Your cute when your bossy."

That ready chuckle rose from within him then. Dorian waiting only so long as it took his lover to shut that door behind him before making his way to the bed as he had so been ordered to do. The Fae King collapsed back onto those sheets before making a distinct effort to settle his own breathing and grasp more firmly at that control he had been lacking. His figure still so decidedly sensitive. The very anticipation of that idea making that effort for control all but impossible. The sound of Sebastian returning saw the Fae sit upright now. His gaze shifted near instantly to the vampire as he returned. That bedroom door shut behind him before Sebastian made his way to that bed to sit beside him, that tray of fresh strawberries and melted chocolate placed to the side. Dorian so eyeing it was a clear curiosity as Sebastian reached to pluck a single fruit from that bowl, dipping it into that warm chocolate before holding it out towards him. Dorian reaching eagerly to take it from him. The Fae holding some notion of just what that idea might prove to be and yet he so hardly anticipated that 'accidental' drip of chocolate onto his thigh. He bit readily into that sweet fruit, that chocolate perfectly heavenly before that warm chocolate upon his leg drew his gaze downward, that softly uttered 'oops' from the vampire holding his attention as that near impish look seemed to find the man before he lent downward to allow his tongue to sweep across that sweet, chocolate line. That single, sharp, intake of breath was pulled from the Monarch then in the wake of those sensations. Dorian near squirming in place. Sebastians tongue ceasing to go quite as high as he desired it to be and yet that simper found his lips all the same.

"This, I think, is a very good idea, Mon Cher."

He offered softly. That state of want distinctly returned. His own hand reaching to pick a strawberry from that pile then before dipping it into that sweet chocolate. Dorian ensuring that fruit was sufficiently coated before handing it to his lover. His own attention shifted back to that bowl of warm chocolate, the Fae proceeding to dip each of the fingers off his left hand into that mixture and yet he made no attempt to reach for his lover in any sense. Dorian so instead lifting his thumb to his own lips, Dorian sucking that chocolate from the tip before allowing his tongue to sweep across it and wipe that chocolate from it in a decidedly....precise fashion before moving to that next finger to afford it that same treatment. The Fae wholly content to afford his lover that near perfect, innocent seeming imagery. That impish grin upon his own features all the same. Dorian so licking that chocolate from that third finger in an equally slow, practised fashion before at last reaching for his lover. His fingers brushed along Sebastian's jaw as he drew the vampire forward for that wholly heated kiss. That glorious taste of chocolate upon the vampires lips stirring that sound of satisfaction from him now. The Fae biting down softly upon Sebastian's lower lip, drawing that chocolate taste from it all at once. Those two remaining chocolatey fingers pressed to Sebastian's toned chest in that same moment, running a single, smooth line downward to pause just above the length of the man. Dorian pulling away from that sweet kiss only to follow that line of chocolate downward. His lips and tongue delighting in that taste as they painted a perfect pattern across his lovers figure. Dorian paused at the very base of that most sensitive place he knew so decidedly required his attention. Those words wholly teasing.

"I fear I have run out of chocolate. Oh, wait, perhaps there is a little more on my fingers."

That grin so readily found his features then, Dorian allowing his fingers to brush abruptly along the length of his lover now. The Fae readily increasing the firmness of those strokes then with every intention of fraying the edges of any control Sebastian might have managed to return to himself. Chocolate, Dorian had decided, was a terribly wonderful thing.

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