It was a curious thing, truly, the very notion of those firsts. In all the years the Monarch had lived and indeed in the several centuries Sebastian himself had persisted they had, between them, surely bedded an amount of men and women near innumerable in its number. Dorian himself had long ago lost track of attempting to count just how many beings had shared his bed in his near six hundred year lifespan, Sebastian, he suspected, was much the same. Those nightly activities having become a revolving door of faces with names one need only remember for the night before they were quite forgotten. Those very first times however, so had a habit of being remembered even despite the likely distinct lack of skill that had surely been displayed during them. That very notion of Abigail so retaining her virginity well into her twenties was a curious thing to the Monarch if only for the very notion that women, in his time, were often married off when they were as young as eight or nine years old. Those physical relationships often engaged in when one was as young as fourteen. After all, children were required in any union and the sooner the better. The lifespan of most adults often hardly reached beyond their thirties or forties. They did not have the luxury of waiting. Without a son to carry on the family name and secure those holdings of land a family could be cast into ruin. Life, once, had revolved around creating more life in turn. A woman's virginity at marriage had been equally as important. A symbol of her purity, chastity and good character. Such thoughts, perhaps, incling the Monarch to consider just how old his own husband had been that very first time, that very question falling from his lips a moment later.

His own efforts to remove that sand from himself were paused the very moment Sebastian offered that story. Dorian finding himself terribly intrigued by it all the same. The Monarch so attempting to picture a fifteen year old Sebastian. Dorian assured his husband would have been nothing but adorable at such an age and yet he could so hardly help that simper of amusement that found his features all the same to consider his lover, so skilled and assured as he was now, fumbling and nervous as he attempted to love his first woman- and in the stables no less! What a perfectly obscure first location! Although, perhaps, Dorian could hardly fault that choice if only for the privacy it had surely afforded the pair. One was unlikely to be interrupted in the stables, after all. Still, that soft chuckle fell from his lips all the same as Sebastian's head softly shook at that very memory, a ready grin adorning the vampires own features at its consideration, that look so surely prompting that same simper upon the Fae King's own.

"One never does forget their first time. Was it the first time for your Evelyn too? Did you carry on with her after that?"

He could hardly prevent that curiosity that tugged at his thoughts in that moment. Dorian so finding himself near wondering what had become of his husbands first lover or even if the pair had persisted as friends after the act itself. Some women, after all, were often inclined to press for that very relationship in the wake of such things. Dorian so having had his fair share of experience with just such women as that, the ones who desired more, the girls who fell in love after that single coupling and so allowed their ideals to cloud that very reality. For all those women he had most surely bedded, how many hearts had he damaged in turn? His own head shook lightly, Dorian hardly willing to consider such a depressing thought in that very moment. Rather, Sebastian's query on his first time so brought that near sheepish look to his features. How surely he should have expected such a question! How foolish it was that after all these years that very memory still had a habit of prompting that look of near embarrassment within him! Dorian quite unable to prevent that chuckle that hummed within his own throat then. His gaze lifted to Sebastian then, Dorian so hardly minding to offer his own story in turn.

"I was fifteen as well, very near sixteen. That year, my Father had invited several of the Lords from neighbouring cities to spend several weeks at the Palace while they discussed taxes. Many of the Lords travelled with their families. Lucia was the daughter of one such Lord. She had never seen Naples, nor the Palace, she was charmed by them. Several of my brothers tried to charm her in turn. How it was so I ever attracted her attention I have little idea. We became friends and one evening she invited me back to her apartments for refreshments. Do you know, I genuinely thought she wanted to have coffee and cake? As it would turn out, she did not desire cake at all. I wound up in her bed. I am quite certain my performance was entirely abysmal and I feel she is still owed an apology for it. Oh goodness, Bastian, but I was terrible!"

That near sheepish look had returned to his features once more at the very thought of just how inept he had surely been that first time. Such an activity hardly having lasted terribly long at all, heaven knows what terrible inaptitude he had subject that poor girl too! Still, that ready laughter fell from him all the same. Dorian, now, entirely capable of finding amusement in that very past even despite the embarrassment of it. That soft chuckle still lingered upon his lips as his gaze turned readily upon his husband once more to eye Sebastian's fit physique with a critical gaze. The Monarch so hardly rushed in any sense, Dorian allowing his eyes to linger upon that offered form in a fashion near decidedly teasing as if he truly sought to spot but even one grain of sand. How utterly tempting that figure! That very want so already beginning to tug at him as he moved to close that distance between them. His hand had no sooner settled behind his lovers neck then his lips eagerly found Sebastian's own. That kiss gloriously satisfying, Dorian nearly reluctant to allow it to end and yet he so desired to taste at the rest of his lovers figure. His lips pressed easily to Sebastian's neck and shoulder and chest, working his way downward in that singular quest for sand. The feel of his lovers hands upon him equally as encouraging before the Monarch at last pulled away- only to declare Sebastian's physique suitably clean for that afternoon of painting. His hand held toward the Prince now to entwine his fingers with his own and lead them both back to the magnificent lodge home.

Dorian paused but once more at the doorway of that home, the sand carefully dusted from his feet to prevent it so being trailed about the house, before he moved to fetch that very kit Sebastian had so presented him for his birthday. The Fae so handing it to his companion now before gesturing toward that very place upon the sun-bathed verandah that would surely be the most suitable for that activity. He could so hardly deny his enthusiasm for this singular activity. Dorian so delighting in those very things that were new and different in every sense and indeed- to so provide his lover with a veritable first after the near plethora Sebastian had given him in turn was a distinctly pleasing notion to the man. Even if he could hardly prevent that touch of nervousness that found him at the very idea of so engaging in such intimacy outside and away from those closed doors. This was a level of boldness new to even him. That query as to whether or not Sebastian was ready for such things prompting that near teasing response that the vampire so thought he was ready. Dorian's retort so resulting in Sebastian considering that maybe he would like it as the Monarch eyes rolled once more. That teasing simper finding place upon his own lips at Sebastian's decidedly impish attitude.

"My, but we are indecisive today."

He offered playfully, that chuckle finding those words before Sebastian knelt to arrange that plastic sheet and cloth canvas, Dorian inspecting both with a clear curiosity before that very suggestion off his own intensity so saw his silvered gaze return to the striking blue of the vampires own. The Fae King quite unable to prevent that look of pride that seemed to find him then. To be but any manner of 'intense' for a vampire was a distinctly difficult thing to achieve and one Dorian found himself distinctly prideful in so having managed. As silly as such a notion surely was and so ignoring that very consideration that he had surely cheated. Sebastian, after all, was arguably hardly a vampire in those very moments. Still, to be able to coax Sebastian's figure to feel that same utter bliss that venom often gave him in turn was decidedly pleasing and yet in this he so readily saw that sense. That painting would surely never find itself completed were they to find that end far to quickly. His own affinities, for now, surely kept at bay. His head nodded in that ready agreement for restraint.

His hand extended readily toward his lover then, Dorian inclined to help his companion rise to his feet. Sebastian momentarily seemed to pause, Dorian largely oblivious to but any of those thoughts that turned within the vampires mind before his hand at last settled within his own, the Monarch helping him to his feet then before seeing to the placement of that paint. A task the Fae King set about performing with no small measure of consideration for just how best to organise those blues and golds. How difficult it was to plan for the creation of a piece he had no true idea as to how it might look! Those bottles of paint were at last returned to the side and safely out of the way, Dorian settling beside his husband once more. His gaze shifted but briefly away from that canvas and towards the ocean and sand that stretched before them, the Monarch so considering the very daring off this idea once more. That island was, largely, a private place and yet those handful of other guests and staff existed still. The chance that they might walk by so affording the Fae that near anxious excitement all at once. This very feeling, he suspected, was what so inclined Sebastian to such fantasies to begin with. Dorian more then willing to see it fulfilled as he turned toward the Prince now, his arms easily wrapping about Sebastian waist. The vampire so uttering that assurance that Dorian himself could surely shield them from view if it was so needed. How foolish it surely was yet, the simple gentleness in those very words so had a habit of spreading that warmth throughout his figure. One that prompted him to tug his husband closer in that moment.

"I will remember."

Such words were very near uttered against Sebastian's lips as Dorian's own found them once more. Sebastian meeting that kiss with that same ardent need, the vampires hands settling either side off his neck to deepen that kiss in just the fashion Dorian adored most off all. That very gesture so prompting that soft sound of satisfaction from within him as his hands shifted from his lovers waist, Dorian allowing them to flatten against the warmth of Sebastian's back before slipping beneath the waistband of those swim shorts to cup his husbands behind. How easily he could feel that life that hummed beneath this vampires skin! Sebastian's living figure so gloriously sensitive to each touch and press off his own skin in turn. Dorian relishing in even this simple sensation as he at least allowed that kiss to break, his teeth grazing against Sebastian's lower lip as he did, those very words uttered near teasingly. Sebastian, after all, truly was by far the best kisser he had ever been with. Dorian so hardly anticipating the vampires insistence he was surely the best at several other activities in turn. Sebastian's hand lifted then to run smoothly against his neck and chest. That simply touch alone so prompting Dorian's own skin to rise in simple anticipation of that furthered touch, his figure near attuned to respond to but even the lightest of caresses from Sebastians own.

"Yes, I quite think that perhaps I....need reminding."

Those very words seemed to near falter as Sebastian's fingers found the waistline off his swim trunks, his lovers hand dipping readily beneath them then to encompass the length of him. Dorian unable to withhold that intake of breath at that sudden and yet gloriously welcomed touch. His entire figure leant eagerly into his companions own if only to encourage those firm touches. His own hands tightened upon Sebastian's own forn, his gaze fluttering briefly closed in the simple pleasure off that touch before the Monarch pressed further forward. His head tilted easily to the side then, his lips pressed to Sebastian's neck, Dorian allowing those fluttering kisses to fall eagerly upon that warm skin. His lips parted just enough to let his own teeth nip at the flesh in a fashion he knew so often seemed prompt that pleasure in his lover in turn. His lips working downward to Sebastian's shoulder then in that same pleasurable pattern. Another soft groan tugged from his lips at the simple feel of Sebastian's hand. Dorian's own hand so shifted then, the Monarch content to be distinctly daring in that moment and so allow his fingers to dip toward that place upon his lover so often left till last. His fingers content to caress that very area he knew to be distinctly sensitive even when his lover wore that vampiric form so denied to him today. The Monarch's own lips lifted easily into that soft simper against his lovers skin at the very press of that touch he afforded him. Dorian content to work that teasing pattern back up his companions neck once more, his free hand shifting to rest upon his lovers hip then, his fingers working deftly to catch the rim of Sebastian's swim trunks and loosen them- allowing them to fall from the vampires figure entirely.

"They were in my way."

Such words were uttered near teasingly against the vampires skin. Dorian at last allowing his hand to shift from behind his lover, his fingers trailing across Sebastian's hip to slip between his thighs now and take Sebastian within his own hand- Dorian careful not to interrupt his lovers own hand upon himself in that moment. His fingers moved to easily encompass the length of his husband, seeking to coax him to that state of firmness with those practised touches. The Monarch so allowed the faintest touch of that affinity to to embrace his own hand then, coaxing that flutter of pleasurable sensation to that very part of Sebastian he held, the Monarch careful to keep that affinity distinctly controlled and afford the man only a taste of that power and yet how he so enjoyed coaxing that very life within his lovers frame. Dorian's lips returned with clear want and pressing need for more to Sebastian's own then, his own breath already finding that unsteadiness.

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