Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy

The embrace of Dorian's hand around the length of his figure prompted an almost immediate groan from the Englishman's lips. The simple act of pleasing his lover had an uncanny ability to arouse the vampire, bringing a firmness to his physique that hardly required any further prompting. The taste of the Monarch upon his lips, the sensation of Dorian's skin against his own, God, how he adored this! Those evenings lost within Dorian's embrace were wholly delightful, the vampire entirely looking forward to an eternity of nights ending in just this very fashion. The prospect of those nights combined with those desires that afflicted the man caused Sebastian to lean into Dorian's touch at those continued strokes. He very near craved that sensation of pleasure the King was capable of affording him - only to find himself abruptly released from his lover's grasp! Sebastian could hardly help the whine upon his lips at the sudden absence of Dorian's touch. God, how he needed his husband! How he yearned for that very act of consummation that had so prompted that romantic surrounding! Satisfying Dorian had only been the very beginning of their evening, the vampire wholly desiring more.

His attention refocused at the press of Dorian's back against his chest. That sensation of his lover's skin against his provided all too clear of an indication of what his lover intended to offer him. It was an invitation Sebastian fully intended to take advantage of. The Englishman's lips pressed gingerly against the Monarch's shoulder in a small glimpse of affection, only to shift to that all too sensitive skin of Dorian's neck. A small simper crossed his features at that soft sound he coaxed from his lover's lips. Though Dorian had finally expressed that like-minded want, it was that simple question of how that prompted hesitation within the vampire. He desired that closeness, he desired that ability to grant the King his continued affections, and those desires were not often achieved in those positions they so often engaged within. It was that which prompted that deviation from the norm as Sebastian settled back onto that bed, settling near cross-legged upon those plush sheets. He reached forward for the King, turning the man back to face him only to coax his husband down upon his lap. Sebastian watched as Dorian carefully lowered himself upon him, guiding the vampire into him only to straddle him entirely.

Sebastian could hardly help that groan upon his lips at that glorious sensation of being inside the Monarch. He could hear that hitch in Dorian's breath, his hands reached down to rest upon his lover's butt with the full intention to provide that support necessary. His hips rolled easily against his lover, that rhythm easily picked up as the vampire sought for that very friction that he so desperately found himself desiring. He leaned into his lover's body, granting them that touch of skin upon skin as his lips pressed against Dorian's own. Sebastian could feel the King's fingers entangled within those brunette locks, only for Dorian's lips to part. His own breath was hardly steady at that moment, the vampire wholly unable of helping the way his own hips so increased that steady pace, his own pleasure-filled groans quickly joined with those sounds brought from the fae King. He relished in that simple control Dorian so afforded him, if only for just how long he was capable of enjoying the Monarch's body. One hand slowly rose up the King's spine, his other arm pushing the King's body closer to his own, if such was even possible.

The Englishman could feel Dorian's body tightening around him, his chest rose and fell with increased rabidness. That pace shifted faster still and yet, Sebastian knew well he would hardly last much longer. Dorian had certainly served to coax such a need within the vampire that the mere sensation of his lover's body managed to undo him. His grip tightened against the King in those final moments and yet, even despite that very edge that Sebastian so danced upon, there was still a more feral part of the vampire that desired something else. That vampiric side of him entirely desired to mark the King in the same similar fashion as that mortal part of him had yearned to put that ring upon his lover's finger. Sebastian pulled away from those kisses he had so eagerly stolen, his lips instead shifted against his lover's neck, his mouth parted only for those sharpened ivories to plunge into the King's neck just as Sebastian found himself tumbling over the edge. That release brought a gasp from his lips, his breath warm against his lover's neck. "God, Dorian." The Englishman uttered softly as he leaned heavily against the Monarch, his head rested upon Dorian's shoulder, his tongue all too languidly licking at his lover's flesh.

He hardly wished to move in that tender moment, bathing in the aftermath of that exquisite release he had so desired. It took the vampire a moment before he shifted, only to fall back upon the welcoming embrace of those sheets. He had been yearning for this all night and now that he had finally been given that satisfaction, a part of him still desired it all over again if only for that near eclipsing sensation of closeness it provided him with the fae he so loved. His bright blue eyes turned towards his lover, only for the vampire to reach up to pull Dorian down beside him. His thumb gingerly brushed against his lover's cheek in an almost tender caress as those pale colored irises so glanced over the King's features. "I love you." He uttered again, even though those words had been shared already once tonight. Sebastian wanted to make certain Dorian knew of those feelings he harbored for him, even if such a thing was surely obvious, given that commitment they had made tonight before the altar. He wanted to ensure Dorian felt every bit of love in that very moment.