you were the answer to my dreams

Once upon a time, those firm touches the fae King so gifted him within that singular moment were the best that Sebastian could hope for. That touch had once been the only sort of satisfaction he could find with the Italian man and yet, somehow, he still returned each week for more. It paled now, in comparison to all they so willingly undertook - to all those sensations they had experienced together. Now, there was so much more available to them both and yet, in that moment, those steady strokes were all that mattered to the vampire as his hips shifted within Dorian's hands, encouraging those touches, all the same, to bring him closer to that gratification he so desperately desired. He could certainly feel that reaction the graze of his teeth upon his lover's neck had on the man. That firmness within his own hand was all the more evident in those moments at those sounds he was capable of coaxing from his fiance. How he so adored those very notes! And yet how they only produced that desire within him for far more. Thankfully, such a desire was one it seemed Dorian too shared, the fae Monarch almost reluctantly shifting away, releasing his grip on Sebastian in turn.

His lips all too eagerly met those of his lover's, his hands momentarily settled upon his lover's waist, drawing the man closer in that heated kiss as Dorian's fingers entangled in his dark locks. That affectionate gesture was both ended far too quickly and not quick enough to his own liking, the vampire so desiring that release while so also cherishing in those moments of shared adoration. Even so, it was that knowledge of what was sure to come only further encouraged the vampire's desire to fulfill that simple request to grip the headboard of their bed. He turned readily to provide Dorian with that position the King wanted, his own knees shifting easily with that genteel coaxing to provide that very access they both certainly longed for. He was afforded but mere moments to prepare for that inevitable thrust, the vampire unable to help that soft gasp upon his lips as the Monarch's hips shifted forward to enter him. That singular action assaulted the Englishman with a plethora of sensations. That discomfort was but momentary before the vampire was easily able to find some measure of satisfaction within that roll of the King's hips. There was certainly no denying his own form's distinct tightness in those moments, not when the vampire was already so close to finding that very pentacle of pleasure. Tonight, it seemed as if that foreplay itself had almost been too much.

He was well aware of that tightness upon his hips and that near desperate strength behind the roll of those hips, his own body shifted but slightly backward with the intent to ensure he was flush against Dorian's figure, providing them both that depth they desired. He hardly expected that brush of Dorian's hand around his flesh, only for his lover's hand to envelope the length of him. Sebastian could hardly help that groan such a simple action provoked within him, that wealth of sensations certainly had a way of undoing the vampire. His breath was quickly unraveled to something more akin to a pant as his fingers tightened upon that headboard with each heavy thrust of Dorian's hips against him. His head leaned forward ever so slightly as the vampire tried to stave off that veritable climax just a little longer. To be teased so greatly prompted some desire within him to enjoy those sensations the King provided him but a bit more, even though he became all the more aware of each thrust within him.

That sudden absence of Dorian's touch prompted a sound was halfway between a groan and a whine upon his lips. Sebastian found himself despising being deprived of those firm strokes when he was so particularly close to that edge. He was hardly attentive to the King's toying with that bowl of chocolate, those sounds simply failing to register even despite being heard. Rather, it was that small tug around his waist that prompted any sort of movement from the vampire. It took Sebastian a moment to readjust, particularly when making an effort to ensure that roll of Dorian's hips against him were hardly interrupted. He leaned heavily against his lover in that moment, his back pressed against the Monarch's fit chest. His neck shifted away from the Monarch as Dorian's lips found that tender flesh, prompting a moan from the man. Those navy blue eyes refocused upon that chocolate covered wrist held out in front of him, his eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly and yet, Dorian's intent in that moment was decidedly clear. There was, he was assured, no mixture as delectable as the sweetness of Dorian's blood and the richness of that melted milk chocolate.

Those words uttered against his skin were wholly warm, prompting a tickle of those small hairs on his neck and sending a shudder down his spine. He reached forward for that offered wrist, the vampire entirely willing to provide the man he so loved with that pleasurable sensation his venom was capable of offering him. That press of Dorian's teeth against his neck prompted a groan from his lips, his mouth parting in the aftermath only to bring those fangs down upon his lover's wrist, those four sharpened teeth biting with meticulous care. It was that explosion of sweet chocolate in his mouth, combining delicately with that taste that Sebastian could so easily identify as Dorian himself. He could feel Dorian within him, that pulsing of his lover's frame easily sending the man over the edge, prompting his own body to tighten around the King as those groans left his lips, those sounds uttered against the King's skin as he so attempted to feed when distracted by those pleasurable sensations that assaulted in the wake of Dorian's finishing combined with his own pleasurable fall into the oblivion of all those wonderful feelings

In the aftermath of those sensations, he could hardly deny the distinct sensitivity of his frame, even despite the end of those pleasurable thrusts. He was so distinctly aware of Dorian's frame against his, of that unsteady rise and fall of the man's chest as Dorian's head came to rest on his shoulder. He could hear the beating of his lover's heart as Sebastian drew that blood from the holes he made, drinking enough to satisfy those vampiric desires while ensuring the Monarch hardly suffered from fulfilling those needs. It was only once he ran his tongue against Dorian's wrist that his lover seemed to shift, that simple movement prompted a small sound in the back of his throat, even as Dorian withdrew from his frame. Sebastian hardly required any sort of coaxing to fall back onto that bed, his own chest still struggling to find that normal breathing pattern. His fingers intertwined with his fiance's own as Dorian found his place on Sebastian's chest. His now brightly colored eyes fluttered down towards the man at the sound of Dorian's voice, a small simper of amusement fluttered across his lips. It was, however, that simple utterance of love that truly brought those emotions to the Englishman. "Not as much as I love you, ma bichette." He uttered softly, his free hand rose to gingerly caress the King's cheek in a small display of affection. He leaned forward, his lips gingerly brushing against the King's own - God, how he loved that man.

Sebastian Ellington