Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy

There was little reservation within the vampire when it came to admitting his relentlessness obsession over that Monarch. What had once started as a mere passing fancy had grown into an undeniable need for the fae - till the widower had done the one thing he had sworn to never do again. He married him. That proposal had not come without its fair share of apprehension, reluctance, and blatant dismay. Now, however, with Dorian's lips against his own, with the King's warm skin brushing against the cold pallor of his chiseled chest, Sebastian held naught one regret. He loved the man, and oh how he loved making love to the Italian ruler! He adored the taste of the King's skin. He cherished that sweet symphony of moans he could coax from his lover's lips. That body was an orchestra beneath his fingertips, one he knew how to conduct with such masterful ease and still, he never grew tired of it. Each of those couplings was so distinctly satisfying. Dorian knew just those things that could near immediately coax the arousal of both man and vampire, and unlike most, the fae never seemed to balk away from either side of him. That simple fact only further intensified that already eclipsing love of held for the man. This, he was sure, was exactly why that concept of soulmates was hailed with such awe and wonder.

That sensation of Dorian's lips against his neck, of the man's warm breath upon his skin and those teeth that so gently teased his flesh in a fashion much like his own species might prompted an audible reaction from the Englishman. That groan upon his lips was altogether soft, as Dorian tenderly continued to trace that unseen trail further down the side of that sensitive flesh. He was altogether aware of the firmness of the Monarch nestled within his hand, near pulsating in need of his own tender caresses and how it so contributed to his own arousal and inevitable undoing. It was difficult, at that moment, to pay any heed to his lover's fingers as they traced up his side, at least until Dorian's thumb slipped past his lips in the midst of one of those low moans. The vampire stilled at that moment, his very touch almost seemed to hesitate as that fear of unintentionally hurting the fae overrode even those desires to find and bring that sensual satisfaction. That press of Dorian's thumb against his fang prompted a soft intake of breath and yet, he was forced to relinquish his grasp as the Monarch leaned away.

Near immediately, his tongue shifted towards that favored fang, licking off every trace of that sweet substance he seemed to eternally crave, no matter how much he fed off others. Dorian was, after all, his favorite flavor, one that impossible to deny when it was so freely offered. Those bright blue eyes remained steadfast upon his lover, all the same, the man entirely intent upon that studious fashion Dorian seemed to eye his own self-inflicted injury. That mischevious simper he was offered prompted a singular eyebrow to raise ever so slightly and yet, he was near hypnotized by the presence of that blood as it spread over that perfect porcelain flesh. Sebastian's lips parted ever so slightly as he watched Dorian's thumb travel lower still, marking his chest and hip before dipping to those very areas the Prince so desired to dedicate his attention to. The very sight of those intimate areas of his lover created an ache within his own groin, the man nibbled distractedly upon his bottom lip, even as he remained pinned beneath the King.

He watched with want as Dorian's thumb brushed against his groin, his own gaze surely questioning as he glanced up at his lover for confirmation. After all, it was abnormal for the vampire to indulge in the blood from such a tender area, those bites had a habit of lingering enough that even though possessive tendencies gave way to a dislike for near mauling his lover. Still, that permission he was granted was quite near forgotten in the wake of one singular sight that never once failed to undo him. The simple memory of that evening he had so asked Dorian to satisfy himself had lingered upon his mind as one of those more favored of nights. It was the sight of Dorian's hand so embracing himself that finally prompted a reaction from the vampire, the Englishman wholly incapable of remaining still as his lips near immediately sought that line of blood upon his lover's neck. He pulled Dorian closer, only to roll over and pin his lover beneath him. His lips followed the King's trail from the man's neck to his chest and further down still. Whilst otherwise occupying himself with that crimson trail, the vampire made every point to see to the removal of those dress pants and undergarments that were so in his way.

His fingers gingerly brushed against Dorian's inner thigh as he licked tenderly at that bloody line upon the King's hip. That sound he teased from his lover's lips prompted a hint of satisfaction within him as Sebastian moved his attention further down still. His teeth grazed that final line Dorian had made for him, only for those sharpened canines to plunge into that sensitive flesh. That venom that was so unique to the vampire filled the Monarch's bloodstream with those chemicals meant to induce that sensation of satisfaction. Although the vampire knew what was being offered to him, that chance to feast upon that blood in that most tender of places, there was a far different desire that pulled at him as his features were so tucked into Dorian's groin. His tongue licked neatly at those very wounds only for the vampire to shift just enough to take the length of his lover within his mouth. One hand so firmly wrapped around the base of the King as his tongue slid alongst his lover's flesh, those blue eyes but briefly glanced upwards at the Monarch at the sound of the Lord's name amongst that audible groan.

The shift of Dorian's hips against him brought the vampire's attention back to that task at hand, the man changing his pace to so match that rhythm his lover so clearly desired. Sebastian obliged that gentle pressing of his husband's hand, those fingers entangled into those brunette locks as he took that last bit of the well endowed King within his mouth. He could hear the very way in which he so undid that wavering control, Dorian's breath alone so giving way just how close he was to dragging the Italian to that very edge. That sudden increase of Dorian's hips foretold well of that end and yet, Sebastian hardly halted the fashion at which his lips so steadily shifted against the Monarch's frame, his tongue entirely dutiful in that task. It took but mere moments longer before that final thrust so brought about that very release he had sought to provide his lover. It hardly perturbed the vampire in the slightest, that very substance swallowed with ease before the vampire merely licked his lips in satisfaction. He shifted upwards, leaning his head against his hand as Sebastian simply watched his husband in those moments after.

That beckoning request upon Dorian's lips could hardly be denied, however, and slowly, Sebastian shifted upwards towards his beloved. Sebastian leaned over the Italian Monarch, hardly done with the man just yet when those very desires still so intently tugged at him. "Enjoy yourself?" He inquired in a near teasing fashion and yet, any response he might have been given seemed lost upon that press of Dorian's lips against his own. That press of Dorian's hands upon his hips as the man sought to remove those all too restrictive dress pants was distracting, if only for how much he desired his lover's touch. He shifted with the Monarch as Dorian moved, only for that kiss to be broken but moments later. Sebastian knew Dorian would hardly fail to see to his own satisfaction, that brush of the King's hand against him was almost expected and yet, after being denied for so long, he hadn't anticipated just how glorious that feeling was. A groan near immediately left his lips as he leaned ever so slightly into the Monarch's embrace. God, how he desired that pleasure Dorian alone was able to give him!

His breath hitched as those single-minded strokes continued, only for the King to quite suddenly release him in some cruel twist. Sebastian could hardly deny that small whine that left his lips, even as Dorian turned upon that bed to lean into the Englishman's chest. It was that press of Dorian's body near insistently against his groin that so pulled at his attention, those desires plainly clear to the lustful vampire. After all that love for the man that so filled him in the aftermath of those promises at the altar, there was something distinctly pleasing at taking his husband for his own in a fashion as old as time itself. His lips pressed gingerly against Dorian's bare shoulder and again upon the man's neck only for the vampire to sit back upon that bed. His legs folded neatly before him, providing the King that perfect little pocket to sit on his lap. He reached forward to his lover, that gentle touch turning the fae Monarch back towards him as he coaxed for the fae to join him. Sebastian led Dorian down on top of him, that very penetration brought a groan to his lips, that feeling alone wholly distracting from any attempts he might have made to help the Monarch settle into that position. God, it was glorious, that feeling alone, much less to have the King so distinctly close to him. This satisfied all of those needs. His hips rolled forward against his lover, entirely grateful for the assistance of gravity in that very moment and the depths it so afforded him. His hands tucked under Dorian's butt, that action alone meant wholly to assist in that rhythmic motion he so sought. His lips pressed against Dorian's own, that kiss deepened in the very fashion he knew Dorian enjoyed most.