Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy

That blue-grey color of those irises had always been nothing short of heart-stopping to the Englishman. Those flecks of color rimmed in that darker grey were near hypnotizing, the vampire wholly capable of simply getting lost in his lover's gaze. That particular grey color of that dress suit only further seemed to bring out the blue in that silver. It was almost a shame to take off that tuxedo that was so fetching upon the King. The outfit, beyond that hue, had a fashion of fitting to those muscles in a fashion that had all but captured the man's attention for the better part of the evening. Even so, that simple, unrelenting desire for his husband saw the man turn his full attention to removing that very tuxedo. His fingers worked deftly at the buttons as he pushed that initial jacket onto the floor, the vampire entirely content to inform the King of just his own thought on how breathtaking the fae had been that evening. Dorian's admittance to his own concerns of that color coaxed a soft chuckle to his lips as he removed that inner vest. His bright blue eyes turned upwards towards his lover at Dorian's insistence of his ability to be decidedly bossy, when the mood struck him. His head bobbed ever so slightly. "That you can be." Sebastian agreed in a wholly teasing fashion, even though he found those moods hardly troubling in the slightest. After all, if anyone was allowed to be afforded some level of bossiness, surely it was the very Monarch of a country?

Sebastian took his time at undoing the buttons of that stark white shirt, his hands gingerly helping to push that cotton material from his lover's shoulders. His fingers tenderly traced the lines of those finely toned muscles, the vampire entirely content to merely enjoy the sight of his lover's form as Dorian's shoulders rolled near reflexively, now that he was finally free of that material. His attention deviated only by the soft sound of Dorian's voice, that compliment he was rewarded in turn prompted a small simper upon his features before the vampire was content to insist that his own tuxedo would look far better joining Dorian's upon that bedroom floor. His lips ever so tenderly brushed against his lover's own, at that moment. The Englishman's kisses were wholly fleeting, entirely meant to both distract his husband from that task of undressing him while also demanding the Monarch's attention in every fashion he could possibly have it. That jacket slid from his broad shoulders and onto the floor, that waistcoat soon followed after only to leave the vampire in the rumpled shirt.

Sebastian obliged that firm press of Dorian's hand upon his chest, the vampire settling upon the edge of his bed. His hands settled upon Dorian's butt, assisting in ensuring the King's balance as Dorian straddled his lap. His lips all too readily met Dorian's own, his mouth parting at that soft touch of the King's tongue. That very kiss was far more ardent than the kind he had been near subjected to for the better part of the evening. It was somehow more real than those chaste ones they gave one another in the eyes of the public. The simple sound Dorian made at that far more passionate kiss was wholly capable of bringing back to life those desires he had been forced to suppress for hours now. His lover's fingers against the plains of his own chest prompted his own grip on the King to tighten ever so slightly. Though there was little doubt that Dorian was a remarkable lover, it sometimes still caught the vampire off guard at just how well the King was capable to playing to his urges. The press of the King's tongue against the sharp edges of that favored fang only server to completely captivate all of Sebastian's attention as that teasing touch of blood so toyed at his senses.

He was almost remiss to find Dorian leaning away, even if it was to peel that stark white shirt from his frame. That touch of Dorian's chest against his own only increased that growing arousal. Though that simple closeness satisfied some desires within the vampire, it was hardly enough. His lips pressed against Dorian's own all over again in an effort to once again taste that blood that so appealed to him. His arms enveloped his lover as he fell backward with controlled ease against that bed and those plush sheets. Sebastian gave Dorian a single moment to readjust to that new position before his hand left his lover's butt, those fingers instead dancing upward only to slide between those few remaining garments for those far more intimate places that he alone was allowed to touch. That sharp intake of Dorian's breath prompted a small simper of satisfaction upon his features as his fingers so embraced the King. His hips shifted forward against those dress pants, easily meeting that gesture. His gaze shifted downward as Dorian's fingers so deftly worked at his own pants, providing Sebastian was far more range of motion. That silent request was one he was willing to oblige, his touch all the firmer as his hand moved down the length of the Monarch and back up again, that pace entirely lackadaisical.

Sebastian could hardly deny his own thankfulness as Dorian's hands deftly moved towards his own pants, undoing that button to provide his aroused frame with slightly more comfort. He was hardly prepared for that press of Dorian's lips upon that eternally sensitive skin of his neck. The added nibbling of Dorian's teeth so finally coaxed the very sound the King sought from his lips. That first groan was altogether soft as Dorian moved further down his collarbone, the vampire entirely inattentive to his lover's hand as a result. That was, at least, until his lover's thumb moved against his lip, prompting that careful stillness within the vampire lest those fangs nicked something they were not meant to. He didn't anticipate his lover's thumb pressing against that fang in the same fashion as the King's tongue and yet, he was hardly opposed to that teasing taste of blood it provided him. That sudden shifting of his lover's body, quite regretfully, prompted the vampire's withdrawal of his own hand. An almost questioning glimpse crossed his features as Dorian's gaze turned towards that thumb that had but moments ago been within Sebastian's mouth.

That teasing grin should have given away his lover's intent far before the man's thumb rose to brush against the crook of Dorian's neck. His eyebrow rose and yet, Sebastian was content to remain where he was, his bright blue eyes wholly trained upon Dorian's finger as the King's thumb moved towards his bare chest. His nose twitched as that small brush of blood only further trailed down the King's hip. He watched as the Monarch shifted to pull himself from those dress pants, those undergarments too dropping lower only to provide the vampire with a full view of that firmness he had coaxed to his lover's frame. How he enjoyed that sight, to see those very desires he could coax within the Monarch! He bit ever so slightly at his lower lip as he watched Dorian's hand move towards that delicate skin of his groin. Sebastian's blue eyes shifted upward towards the King, as if silently inquiring if he was sure, only to find his attention once again captivated by that brush of Dorian's hand against himself. It was surely that sight which never once failed to bring the vampire to his knees.

Any self-control he might have had was all but obliterated by that simple vision, the vampire wholly content to simply reach up for the Monarch. His mouth quite near immediately pressed against his lover's neck, his tongue tracing that trail with a slow, languid flick. Sebastian pulled the Monarch against him just enough to shift the couple further back onto the bed. He rolled, positioning the King beneath him somewhere between his lips tracing that trail down Dorian's neck and moving to his lover's chest. His lips so greedily brushed against those hard plains of his lover's chest, indulging in every bit of that blood only to follow that trail lower, his hands already at work at pushing those dress pants off his lover entirely. His tongue brushed against his lover's hip as the vampire moved steadily downwards, his attention wholly steadfast upon his task. His fingers gingerly caressed the inside of Dorian's blood free leg, the vampire entirely content to tease that flesh when they both knew well what would surely come shortly.

It was only once he was certain he had seen to licking the Monarch's hip clean that he moved further downward still. His lips lightly pressed against that all too sensitive skin of Dorian's inner thigh. Although he was wholly content to merely lick at that flesh, Sebastian was all too keen to take what had so unspokenly been offered to him. It hardly took him long to find that vein that pulsed just under the surface of that pale skin. His teeth brushed against his lover's flesh in that subtle warning before those fangs plunged into the Monarch's thigh, delivering that intoxicating venom he so intended to infect his lover with. His tongue licked at those holes and truly, were it not for his other plans, Sebastian would have been entirely content to relish in the taste of the King's irresistible blood, even though he had fed quite well earlier that evening. As it was, however, he fully intended to utilize those feelings his venom alone could so coax to satisfy those desires within the man he so desperately loved. His attention turned, finally, to that intimate area he had teased and, in turn, that Dorian had so teased him with. His lips parted, a singular impish glimpse was given towards the fae before, with delicate care, Sebastian took the length of his husband within his mouth, his tongue all too content to brush against that sensitive flesh.