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How utterly glorious the touch of that heated chocolate was! Dorian so willingly tilting his head to the side to allow Sebastian's fingers to spread that sweet substance along his neck and down to his shoulder. The Monarch working to assure he hardly broke the rhythm of those sensual strokes of his hand he so subject his lover to in the moment. Dorian seeking to coax that firmness back to the vampires figure. Sebastian's body so eagerly responded to those confident touches as those moans rose readily within his throat. The Monarch savouring those simple sounds before Sebastian's lips pressed to that sensitive flesh of his own neck, the feel of the vampires lips and tongue so sweeping that chocolate from his figure had a way of bringing that simple shudder of pleasure down his spine. Dorian hardly ashamed of that soft groan that left him in turn. The man all-to willing to tilt his head once more and further encourage those blissful kisses before the press of those pointed canines saw his gaze flutter open. His very figure tensing in anticipation of that bite he utterly craved and so adored. Even his hands pausing in that moment as that sharp intake of breath managed to find its way between the heavy sounds of their combined breathing.

In all that time they had been together the Monarch had become utterly attuned to even the vaguest press of those sharpened fangs. His very body so conditioned to anticipate it. Dorian hardley ashamed to admit how very much he adored the feelings that venom was capable of inducing within him. That state of euphoria Sebastian alone was capable of giving him was damn near as addictive as the man himself. The touch of those teeth undeniably arousing in the most exquisite fashion. What that man could do with his fangs alone! With even the touch of them! Sebastian's hand drifted lower to at last enclose him within his embrace, that wealth of sensation undeniable as another moan was stirred easily from his throat then. How he needed that touch in that moment. His hips pressing eagerly forward to encourage his lover to take only more of him. Those words following in near breathless tones, his own heartbeat readily increasing in turn. Dorian managed to return to that rhythm with his hands once more, the man oblivious to those very thoughts that turned within his lovers mind of just how easily he might bring the Fae King undone with that touch of his fangs alone before so softly uttering that command not to tempt him so. Dorian assured Sebastian was wholly capable of feeling that further hardening that very idea seemed to prompt from his figure. That roll of Sebastian's own hips increasing then, Dorian willingly increasing his own strokes and yet he was positively assured he could take no more. That want far to pressing. He needed Sebastian entirely and in that fashion that only proved how far their relationship had come since that first night. How tame that now seemed to all they had done since! Dorian assured he would have it no other way.

His hands steadily slowed in those firm caresses, the monarch reluctantly releasing his lover and shifting slowly from him in turn only to draw him forward into that passionate, heated kiss. Dorian encouraging Sebastian to rise to his knees as he only deepened that kiss, his hands running through those gorgeous locks, the feel of skin on skin wholly satisfying and yet- not nearly satisfying enough. The Fae King breaking that kiss only to request his lover shift slightly to take hold of the headboard to balance himself. Sebastian complying readily with that idea as Dorian moved to take up that position behind him, one knee nudging gently at the mans own to encourage him to part his legs and allow the Fae King to take up that position between them. One hand rested easily upon Sebastian's hip, the other reaching downward to grasp himself and position himself just as he needed to be, that momentary press so affording his lover those brief seconds to prepare himself before that abrupt roll of his hips readily brought him within the man.

That gasp from Sebastian himself was surely punctuated with Dorian's own groan. The exquisite tightness of the vampires figure nothing short of blissful in those moments. The Monarch's breath coming in near pants now in response to that simple feeling. God, Sebastian felt good. Perfect even. His hand tightened readily on his lovers hip as that pace increased. Sebastian readily moving to meet that rhythm, Dorian pressing only deeper within his form until he found himself fully taken. It was only then that he allowed that free hand to brush over his lovers hip, reaching around to find that hardened length and take it back within his hand. Dorian working to move in time with each thrust of his hips, assuring Sebastian might find himself assaulted with those divine sensations in every way. The Monarch utterly unsure of his own ability to last. His eyes fluttering closed to simply savour those feelings. That quickly mounting peak saw his pace increase once more, surely prompting the need for that headboard, those rolls of his hips hardly half-hearted in any sense. That sound of his name within that moan on Sebastian's lips nothing short of glorious to here. Sebastian as decidedly close to that pinnacle as he himself and yet- Dorian was not quite done. Not just yet.

His hand offered several more firm, purposefully strokes to his lover before sliding away, his hips hardly breaking that rhythm as he reached out to the side, catching that bowl of chocolate with the tip of his fingers to draw it closer. Dorian abruptly rolling his wrist through that chocolate before pushing that bowl away again, the Monarch leaning slightly more forward, encouraging Sebastian to release that headboard now and lean back against him until the vampires back pressed against his chest. His lips pressing to Sebastian's neck now as his arm wrapped about the man. That sweet, chocolate covered wrist held right before him now and perfectly within reach of those fangs. Those words were whispered into the vampires skin then, Dorian's breath entirely hot against him. Those words broken with that ragged breathing and that insistent roll of his hips.

"I fear that....was not me.....tempting you before...darling- but this is."

That simper so found his lips then, against his lovers neck, Dorian capable of being perfectly devilish when he chose. The Fae content to indulge that vampiric side of his lover as much as he did that human side. That combination of sex and chocolate and blood all at once surely as exquisite to Sebastian as it was himself. Dorian allowing his own teeth to press to that sensitive neck a final time to snap whatever control Sebastian might have had left. That abrupt tightening of his lovers figure giving way to that pleasurable high. Dorian's form utterly content to follow him over that edge, the Monarch hardly sure whether Sebastian so reaching that peak or the man's fangs so at last piercing his flesh prompted his own undoing. Dorian so hardly finding he cared. That sharp sting of that bite barely felt. The utter high of that finale nothing short of exquisite. Sebastian's name entirely upon his lips as he found that finish within the other man, that venom so coursing within his body only seeming to prolong it until the Fae was left utterly spent and entirely breathless.

For several long moments he merely allowed himself to breath. That fine sheen of sweat clung to his figure, his breath as rapid as that beat of his heart. His head coming to rest on Sebastian's shoulder as he merely allowed the vampire to finish that feeding uninterrupted and close that wound. How glorious those couplings were and yet too- how perfect that aftermath could be in turn. Dorian waiting several long moments more before carefully withdrawing himself from his lover and tugging him down onto that bed with him. The Fae's head resting upon Sebastian's chest then. His hand finding the other man's own to entwine with it as he simply lay with him. How perfect it was to so consider that they were destined to spend the rest of their lives in just this fashion. Little more than their breathing so entwined with that 'rain' echoing within that room then.

"Do you know? I think we get better at that every time."

That warm simper found his lips once more, Dorian pressing closer to the newly warm figure off his lover. The Fae taking a true satisfaction in that knowledge that it was his blood that brought such life to his Fiance. His silver gaze lifting upward to the man then. That grin still in place.

"Do you have any idea how much I love you?"

dorian aragona