Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy

Those sensations that assaulted the Englishman in the very depths of his husband were nothing short of astounding. There was something almost magical at that moment - between Dorian's lips pressed so desperately against his own to the gentle chilled zephyr that floated through the room. That moment was nothing short of utterly perfect. In the quietude they had been afforded, there was naught but the sound of their breath, of those groaned melodies, and the distant sound of the very country celebrating this - their union. Those bright blue eyes lingered upon his lover, altogether assured that Dorian had never been quite as stunning as he looked right now - with lips slightly parted, and his hair tousled. That sweat he'd coaxed to that pale flesh was all the more apparent in the dimness of the light bestowed by those candles and yet, Sebastian wouldn't have the man in any other way. His hand tightened upon his lover's form, the vampire entirely unable to stave off that satisfaction he sought for much longer. He could feel every inch of the King, he could feel the way Dorian's figure so seemed to tighten around him, only further ushering the vampire closer and closer towards that edge. And then, the world was nothing but pure bliss.

His fangs plunged into that delicate skin just at the edge of that satisfaction before his world was a near haze of wonder. Those chemicals he so effortlessly wielded were so easily turned against him, those chemical reactions brought him such pleasure, and in turn, only further fueled that inescapable love for the man. His breath was near akin to a heavy pant in those sweet moments after, where his body was still all too sensitive to every move and sensation the King afforded him. He could hardly help that soft groan upon his lips, even as he uttered the King's name in the very depth of that pleasure. Tentatively, his tongue reached out to lick those very marks he'd left upon his lover's flesh, the vampire all too content to claim all of the King tonight, to brand him for the world to see that Dorian was his alone. He could feel that slight shift to his lover's form as Dorian turned to press his lips near tenderly against his forehead, that simple action prompted another soft moan upon the vampire's lips as he merely rested against the King, almost unwilling to move in the wake of that consummation.

Eventually, however, Sebastian leaned backward, giving the King that very moment to ease himself upwards and off of the vampire. That very action, prompted a soft inhale from the Englishman and yet, soon enough, Sebastian found himself tumbling back against the welcoming embrace of those sheets, his chest rising and falling steadily as his body so sought to recover from that momentary exhaustion. Even so, he hardly saw any reason to be in such a position alone. Rather, the vampire reached forward for his lover, pulling the Monarch down beside him where he belonged. That soft chuckle on Dorian's lips prompted a small grin on his own features, and yet, his attention hardly deviated from the King in any sense. That release quite near demanded the vampire ensure that Dorian was well aware of just those feelings he had for the King, that Dorian felt nearly as loved as he should on their wedding night. His thumb delicately caressed Dorian's cheek that affection altogether apparent in the tenderness of that simple touch. Those three sweet words left his lips as his bright blue eyes stared up at the silver irises of the King. That emotion he expressed was so entirely genuine and yet, he suspected well Dorian understood those emotions, what with the way that grin so seemed to brighten his features.

His lips pressed gingerly against Dorian's own, allowing his lover to steal those kisses a thousand times over, if the man so desired it. Those words he was offered in return, however, caused a certain warmth to spread through his chest, that grin settled upon his own lips. God, how determined he was to ensure this worked out this time. He was, after all, irrevocably in love. A soft breath left his lips as Dorian settled down at his side. His fingers easily intertwined within Dorian's own at the small brush of the King's touch. He watched as Dorian raised their hands upwards, eyeing those wedding bands that sat side by side. Those very rings somehow held all the more weight to them now and yet, that commitment he had so taken on hardly made the man falter in the slightest. Rather, he found himself quite pleased at the sight of them, that ever possessive side of the man presently was content.

His gaze turned from their fingers towards the Monarch as he declared their wedding a success. His head bobbed ever so slightly as the Englishman rolled over, the vampire entirely content to make himself comfortable on Dorian's chest. His body fit ever so neatly against his lover's naked form, the vampire rested his head those hard plains of the King's chest, the sound of that heartbeat so filled his senses and yet, he was content to simply lay there, his blue eyes still focused on his lover as Dorian commented of their success tonight. He could hardly help that chuckle on his lips at those very words and yet, Sebastian could hardly disagree. "I think the consummation was the best part." He assured the King in jest. Sebastian watched as his lover plucked a handful of those rose petals from the bed, several of those flowers already had suffered from their more intimate activities. What he didn't expect, however, was the veritable shower of flowers that so cascaded down upon him. Sebastian glanced upwards and yet, he hardly seemed bothered to pluck the pedals from his own curly locks.

Instead, his fingers gingerly reached out, his fingers brushing against Dorian's flesh as he traced the lines of the Monarch's muscles. That mention of their honeymoon however, prompted a small grin from the vampire. It was hardly simply the sex that so interested the man, rather, he was looking forward to that rather long vacation with the fae Monarch, when even the running of his country would be expected to be put aside. To have Dorian's attention wholly to himself was a beautiful thing. "I might not want to stop honeymooning at this rate." Sebastian uttered in a wholly teasing fashion, only for the vampire to pause with a small glimpse of curiosity at the simple idea of the pleasure Dorian took from meeting people they didn't know. "Why?" He inquired, his eyebrows momentarily furrowed. That idea that Dorian enjoyed the prospect of merely that introduction wholly baffled him and yet, he could hardly help that laughter that bubbled on his lips all the same. "We will have to find someone new to meet soon then, Ma Bichette." The vampire suggested, leaning upwards to steal yet another of those delicious kisses. Frankly, Sebastian would have been entirely content if this evening never ended at all.