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It was a terribly torturous thing, to so wait for his lover to return, Dorian collapsing back upon that bed as he had so been ordered to do. The man making every effort to grasp at those tendrils of control that only moments ago had been desperately lacking. The Monarch thoroughly determined to at least last long enough to enjoy his lovers idea. Dorian shifted once more upon the bed, contemplating rolling onto his stomach before the distinct sensitive off his frame and that all to prominant arousal thoroughly assured him such an idea was a terribly poor one. The man unable to prevent that simper of amusement that found him all the same at that very notion before the sound of Sebastian's return eagerly saw the Fae sit up once more. His silver eyes resting upon that tray with its combination of fruit and chocolate. A ready grin tugging at his features then as he shifted to make room for his fiance. That sweet smell of that chocolate alone was enticing. His head nodding at that query as to whether or not he might desire to try some. Dorian reaching out to take that offered fruit only to find several drops of that chocolate upon his thigh. That falsified apology from the vampire only furthered that simper before Sebastian lent abruptly forward to allow his tongue to sweep along that sweet line. Dorian positively assured every bit of control he had worked so hard to muster in those moments before was all but shattered by that singular gesture. That sharp intake off his own breath giving away his surprise and yet how readily his figure responded to that simple touch all over again. Sebastian ceasing to go nearly as high as he desired and yet he felt himself near squirm beneath that touch all the same. How badly he wanted this!

Those uttered words had found a measure of breathlessness once more. How quickly his lover could coax those very wants from within him! Dorian readily taking up that game of sorts now as Sebastian leaned away, the Fae's own fingers plucking a strawberry from that bowl only to thoroughly coat it in that chocolate before handing it to his companion. His own attention returned to that sweet bowl then, each of his fingers dipped within that chocolate before those first three were lifted to his lips in. Dorian content to merely lick chocolate from them in a distinctly purposeful manner. The Fae quite content to tease his lover with that imagery alone until Sebastian so begun to shift upon that bed with impatience, Dorian chuckling softly before reaching forward to draw the vampire too him. His lips met his lovers own in that hungry kiss. Sebastian eagerly meeting that embrace, that taste of chocolate only adding to that kiss as Dorian allowed his teeth to brush across his companions lower lip, pilfering that chocolate from it and too- tugging at those desires he knew could be so readily teased by that gesture alone.

Those chocolatey fingers pressed to Sebastian's chest in the same moment, Dorian content to drag them smoothly downward and over those hard plains, pausing at that very place he knew his lover surely desired his attention most before softly pulling away from that kiss. His lips easily found the beginning of that line then. Dorian content to follow it downward. His lips and tongue so painting a pattern across that flesh as he did. The Fae paused at the very base of that length only to announce he had surely run out of chocolate, that soft whine that parted his lovers lips prompting that soft chuckle from his own. Yet, this time, the Monarch so hardly intended to leave his lover wanting. Dorian so desiring to have the man within just that same state as he had been before that short interlude. His hand so suddenly moving to encircle him, his fingers providing those sensual strokes he knew his lover carved in those moments, that soft moan he was rewarded with was entirely arousing. His fingers working to easily coax his lover back to that needed firmness. How thoroughly he enjoyed these intimate moments, in so being the very one to inspire such a reaction from Sebastians toned figure. His lovers body eagerly responding just as Dorian so desired it too.

That touch of the vampires own hand readily saw the Fae rshift. Dorian moving closer without breaking that simple rhythm he had found with his hand. Sebastians fingers moving to streak that chocolate down his own neck from jaw to shoulder. That touch alone so stirring that soft sound within his own throat. Dorian readily anticipating Sebastian's lips upon his own neck and yet it was Sebastian's fingers he so felt, brushing over his waist and thigh. Dorian so barely given that chance to brace himself before his lovers hand encircled him in turn. The man unable to prevent that gasp that came with the simple exquisiteness of that touch before that sound descended readily into that moan. God how he needed this, how he desired it! Sebastians lips brushing across his neck then, those sensations perfectly blissful, Dorian's eyes closing against that simple feel before Sebastian's teeth so dared to graze his skin. The Monarch's eyes opening abruptly once more, his touch upon Sebastian faltering for the first time. Those soft nips were hardly enough to puncture his skin and yet the Fae King had become near conditioned to respond to even the simplest touch of those fangs. How his figure utterly craved that bite. His head tilting to offer his lover only move of his neck. How wretched Sebastian could be in the very best of ways! His own breathing as uneven as his lovers own. Those words utterly breathless.

"God I...fucking....love it when....you do that."

He so rarely ever asked for that bite and yet how he adored it when Sebastian did! Dorian so managing to grasp at that control just long enough to assure his hands returned to that firm rhythm upon his lover and yet he was wholly assured he could simply take that foreplay no longer. The mere touch of Sebastian's fangs, it seemed, entirely enough to push the Monarch to the very brink of that control. How alike their first ever encounter this one had so proven to be and yet how significantly far they had come since. The mere touch of their hands no longer the limit of that pleasure. He afforded his lover several more of those firm embraces before gently allowing his own hands to release him, another soft groan stirred from his own lips at those sensations he was still subject to. Dorian at last reluctantly shifting softly from his lovers grasp to pull himself to his knees, his lips eagerly pressing back to Sebastian's own, encouraging his lover to shift to his knees in turn. Dorian deepening that kiss as he did, his hands lifting to run through Sebastian's dark locks all in the same moment. The Monarch slowly breaking that kiss. His own breath so terribly uneven.

"I think....perhaps....you should hold....the headboard."

Dorian waited only so long as it took his lover to turn to do just that, the Monarch assured Sebastian had but something to balance himself against before Dorian shifted to kneel behind him, one knee nudging against Sebastian's own, encouraging his lover to part his legs just enough to allow the Monarch to kneel between them. One hand coming to rest on his fiance's hip, the to other moving to so briefly position himself and afford the vampire that moment to ready himself in turn before Dorian's hips rolled forward to enter him. That groan readily left him then at that sheer wealth of sensation that action provided him with. That feeling of Sebastian utterly beyond glorious and so desperately what he had needed in that moment. Dorian affording his lover a few more moments to adjust to those very sensations before beginning to increase that pace. His free hand skimming across the man's hip to encircle that length of him once more. Assuring Sebastian's needs would be meet in every way. The vampire himself so readily having taught the Monarch that maneuver in turn. Dorian seeing little need not to use it against him now as he so strove to find that rhythm between his hips and hand. Another ready groan drawn from himself in simple response to that utter pleasure that came from each roll of his hips.

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