Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

Cause i've been dancing with shadows
waiting till the morning after

Sebastian was certain that he had never had a friend quite like Arlo, not that he had truly had many friends for some time, to begin with. Arlo, however, was a distinctly modern man. Any thoughts of propriety and civility were all but lost on the man, prompting in behavior that Dorian and himself often found laughable. He understood, of course, that the present society lacked the very etiquette that they had both grown up within and yet, sometimes, Sebastian still found him taken aback by the man's peculiarities. That postcard was a prime example. Even so, the man was his friend and he appreciated the emotion behind the gesture. The man had tried at some level of a thank-you card. Those thoughts of the fellow's efforts, however, quickly dissuaded by that very suggestion of Arlo's skills within the bedroom and too how he might treat Abigail in return. It was endearing, really, that his husband might so fret over such a thing for the couple even if their lack of intimacy was wholly baffling for them both. Though, he supposed, their relationship was rather atypical on that front to begin with. Most couples didn't often start the beginning of a committed affair with the intention of a one night stand. Still, Arlo's aptitude in bed was one thing he could attest to, having seen it first hand.

He was thankful, truly, that Dorian didn't inquire after his own certainty on the matter, instead merely nodding in agreement that it was clear Arlo cared for Abigail, enough so to be gentle where she needed. Even so, in a moment of lackadaisical inattentiveness that Sebastian offered merely encouraging that very intimacy between them if it was what his lover desired. That inquiry of how he intended to help, however, was met with little more than a small shrug and a coy sort of simper whilst he so danced around those few affinities he had failed to mention in any great detail. It was unfair, truly he knew that. Whilst Dorian had offered him knowledge of all of his, Sebastian had kept two for himself, those very two that afforded him those very incubus-like traits. That playful roll of the King's eyes prompted a soft chuckle from his lips. "So you seem to remind me almost daily." He teased, that very assurance that he was 'wretched' was one Dorian seemed keen to remind him of any time he danced around his husband's desires. "I suppose I could always show you what it feels like again, but I fear then we might not make it to your painting," The vampire continued, fully aware of just how vexing he surely was behaving at the very moment. Even despite that moment of distinct mischievousness, Sebastian still bent down in faux innocence to splash that water upon his bare chest.

He was almost surprised, really, how easily Dorian seemed to let that line of questioning fall. After all, the man was well known for that limitless curiosity. That very inquisitiveness could so rarely leave questions unanswered and yet, perhaps it was the very elation for what was to come that ceased those very questions from rolling off Dorian's tongue. Rather, the final inquiry he was provided was of the young girl's faith. For a moment, Sebastian paused, his eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly in consideration before this notion was too brushed off. After all, she had said she had come from a small village, had she not? Surely this was the reason for her chastity. She hadn't seemed quite religious though, he supposed by outward appearances, neither did Dorian nor himself. That answer, it seemed, was enough to satisfy his lover, that topic of sex quite clearly lingering with some potency upon his husband's thoughts, though considering the knowledge of what was to come, he could hardly blame him in the slightest. That mention of his first however, prompted a soft laughter from the vampire, any efforts to further cleanse himself of that sand wholly forgotten by that very memory.

"I was fifteen. John and I had left Eton to summer back at Belton. The court often chose to spend those hotter months away from London. Her name was Evelyn. She was going to be attending court the next season...her family's estate was not far. We did it in the stables." His head shook ever so slightly and yet, he could hardly help that grin all the same at their inexperience. It was almost painful to reflect upon if only for how ignorant they had both been with the whole affair, though he supposed firsts tended to be just that. Even so, it left Sebastian inquisitive of Dorian's first. It was likely far less clandestine then his own, after all, bedding a Prince was far more noteworthy than the Lord down the street. "What was your first, Ma Biche?" He inquired, only to glance down with the intention of finishing where he had left off on his task, only to find himself relatively free of that very sand Dorian had been so set of ridding himself of. That very sight of his own pristine flesh, after all, only promised the experience of another sort of first, one he knew well they both desired. It was that very thing that finally prompted him to hold out his arms, inquiring if he was to the King's satisfaction.

That very inquiry seemed to readily prompt his lover's gaze, languid though it was to trace down the length of his form. That very inspection, however, was one the Englishman was more than used to, the man hardly shifted as Dorian seemed to so survey all that was his for the taking. He was hardly displeased in the slightest as the Monarch moved to close that distance, only for his hand to settle on the back of Sebastian's neck. His lips eagerly met Dorian's own in a kiss far too fleeting for his own liking. Even so, he relished in the sensation of Dorian's lips brushing against his skin, from the tender length of his neck down his chest and towards his very abdomen. How very close the man was to all those areas Sebastian desired him and yet, that impish grin upon his lips prompted little more than a soft sigh and a roll of Sebastian's eyes. Dorian was, he was certain, the very definition of a tease when the desire so struck him. Nevertheless, his hand fit within his husband's own, allowing himself to be led from that beach and towards the oceanside home wholly their own. It was only after a brief pause at the door that Sebastian followed the King inside, abandoning his own sunglasses only to take that kit Dorian offered but moments later.

It hardly took his lover long to choose that desired spot upon the verandah, the sun quite near bathing it in a glorious warmth. He was well aware of the enthusiasm Dorian held for this, if only for the simple fact that this was the very first time Sebastian had seen to engaging in their favored past time in such a fashion. Even so, his own attention was placed quite purposefully upon that task at hand, undoing the large plastic sheet only to carefully lay the cloth canvas over it but a moment's later. The stage, as they say, was set. All that was left now was the paint. He had only just retrieved those very bottles when Dorian's inquiry drew his gaze upwards and yet, the vampire was far more inclined to reserve any show of excitement for the day's activities, if only for how terribly teasing it was. A warm grin danced over his features, all the same, at Dorian's assurance that he was more than capable of ensuring his readiness, a fact Sebastian hardly doubted in the slightest. "I might not mind that." He uttered, that impishness surely showing in the corners of his lips, even as he so subtly commented upon Dorian's keen ability to be so terribly...intense. After all, he remembered well the last time they had engaged in that intimacy when the King had held that dominion over his very physic. It had been nothing short of glorious, for sure, and yet the magnitude of those sensations had left him gasping for breath and squirming beneath the Monarch in hardly as much time as his undead figure tended to last.

That pride upon the King's features was quite near unmistakable, prompting a small shake of the vampire's head and yet, he supposed, it was hardly a bad thing to afford Dorian the knowledge of his very abilities to undo the vampire entirely. Even so, it seemed Dorian understood well what he was suggesting, the Monarch's head nodding in agreement but moments later before Sebastian was offered a single hand. It was such simple action, truly, and yet, for a moment, all the same, Sebastian found himself struck with the sudden awareness of how utterly breathtaking the King was beneath the warm glow of the sun. He could only imagine how many women dreamed of being in this very position - settled upon the floor with Italy's King offering his hand. The vampire's head bobbed as he pushed the thought from his hand, his hand reaching upwards to settle within Dorian's own as he rose to his feet, only to hand the man those two containers of paint just waiting for their use. The placement of that liquid was one he left for Dorian alone, the vampire instead inclined to simply watch his husband as those silver eyes were turned studiously towards the canvas.

Truly, that pattern the King had created had little meaning to him and yet, he was sure it could be spread well enough into something abstract and uniquely them. It was only once those paint bottles were set aside that Sebastian's attention fully returned towards his husband, the very thrill this daring proposition seemed to prompt within the man was clear within the depths of his voice. A soft chuckle crossed Sebastian's lips as Dorian's arms rose to wrap around his waist. "Remember, Darling, you always have your invisibility, should we have need of it." The vampire saw fit to remind the King - after all, he hardly wanted an international scandal on his hands due wholly to his own selfish desires. Thankfully, any apprehension Dorian might have held seemed to all but disappear as his figure was tugged against his lover's own. His lips fervently met Dorian's own, easily giving into his lover's wants as his own hands rose to either side of Dorian's neck. The gesture alone so offered him some level of control as he sought to deepen that very kiss. He was entirely aware of the King's hands as they shifted upon his waist, only to slip beneath that fabric of his swim trunks to cup his behind.

His skin seemed all the more aware of the simple press of Dorian's hand upon his figure so very close to those more intimate places. His body so wholly sensitive in ways his dead form tended to not be, regardless of that affinity the King held. He was hardly prepared to allow that kiss to end and yet, he failed to fight his lover for more as the fae withdrew, only to brush his teeth against Sebastian's own in that fashion they both knew was all too teasing. A soft sound left his lips at that sensation before the King pulled away from him. His bright blue eyes met the ethereal silver hue of Dorian's own as Dorian assured him that he was the best kisser he'd ever had. A small grin fluttered across his features and yet, he was hardly that easily deterred. "I would hope that I am the best at several things you've had...but perhaps I might need to...remind you." His hand slowly traced down Dorian's neck, his palming brushed against the hard planes of the King's chest, moving further downwards still to dip beneath the line of Dorian's swim trunks, his hand instead entirely content to take the length of his lover within his hand, freely encouraging that foreplay onwards with far more intensity.