Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

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

It had been some time since Sebastian had reminisced upon his first time. It was quite near embarrassing to think back upon it. He had been entirely inexperienced and she too had been equally chaste, enough so that both had walked away feeling satisfied with the risque activity with little idea of what that act could truly consist of. He could hardly help those chuckles upon his lips at that story, short though it was of his first brush with 'love'. She had been quite a pretty girl, and the first woman forward enough to attempt those very advances that had led to them tumbling through the hay in the first place. Sebastian nodded quite firmly at that inquiry of Evelyn's own state of purity before he had so ruined it. "Yes, thank goodness, I don't think she would have enjoyed it even half as much if it had not." That impish grin settled on his features and yet, truly, it was perhaps the very fact that it was forbidden that had made it quite so fantastical, as far as they had been concerned. John had scarcely believed him when he'd told him, secrets were near impossible to keep from his elder brother, after all. God, how long it had been since he had thought of that! "Alas, no, I was terribly beneath her at the time. I believe she married a Marquess but two summers later." They had, after all, still been entirely at the whims of their fathers and their ambitions. Even that afternoon he'd spent with her, he'd hardly harbored any notions that she would be the one.

It was only natural, surely, for the vampire to inquire after his own lover's first with such genuine curiosity. After all, even he struggled to imagine Dorian as that young, inexperienced Prince, particularly considering the ideas of pleasure that so tended to linger upon the man's mind and, in turn, eternally kept their own intimacy intriguing. Then again, he had seen his lover in those age-old paintings with that long hair. How different he must have been back then! He was hardly surprised of Dorian's own age at that very 'first', after all, things tended to begin much younger within their time. It was the notion that the young girl had been the one to so attempt to seduce his dear King that intrigued him, prompting his eyebrow to raise ever so slightly. Women, after all, tended to be far more coy with their forwardness within his day and age, hidden behind fluttering fans and colorful flowers. Still, he could hardly help that rich laughter that fell from his lips at how Dorian had missed that subtle hint of the poor woman's true desire. Particularly when the man so easily caught onto such innuendo in the present day! "Don't worry, I'm sure I was just as awful." He offered in reassurance between those chuckles. My, how far they had both come since then. No longer were they cautious, blushing boys! It was almost a shame those women were surely no longer alive to rectify such abhorrent first impressions. Almost.

It was with that very physical act in mind, however, that caused the vampire to hold out his arms, inquiring if he was clean enough for that very painting that had brought such thoughts to linger in the first place. He was well aware of those bright silver eyes that settled upon his form, tracing every curve of his masculine figure. It was selfish, surely, to want the King's attention wholly upon himself, much less that desire to so bring to life that very lust without his affinities at his beck and call. His own striking gaze settled entirely upon the King as Dorian shifted closer towards him, that very movement creating ripples in the ocean that surrounded them. He hardly required any coaxing at all to lean into his husband's chest, his lips eagerly meeting the King's own in that sweet kiss that so sought to kindle that very fire within him. His hands settled upon the King's hips, shifting only as Dorian's own figure did. That lavished attention quite near made his skin tingle as the Monarch's lips brushed across his salt soaked skin, further downwards towards that very place that adored his affection. He was hardly surprised when the King's actions stopped short, even despite that soft sound of discontent upon his lips. It was, he was assured, only that promise of what would soon come that prompted Sebastian to hold off when Dorian so eagerly had begun that very teasing. Rather, his fingers interlaced within his husband's own as the Italian led the way from that seashore and towards their private little piece of home upon those heavenly shores.

It was, surely, those age-old habits of cleanliness that saw both men pause upon the threshold, wiping their feet free of sand lest they track it indoors. It was only once he too was assured that even this part was free of that pesky material that Sebastian stepped into that home, discarding his sunglasses with ease only to take that ebony boxed kit Dorian had eagerly fetched from their luggage. He had, briefly, watched those videos on the website when purchasing that very present, the man aware, to some extent, the order in which those items needed to be used. It was only with some direction upon Dorian's part that the Englishman saw to setting up that very scene required for that painting. The plastic material was placed upon the center of that sunlit veranda, the cotton canvas followed suit until all that was left was that meticulous placement of that paint. That excitement that clung to his husband was every bit as blatant to the vampire, easily as palpable as it had been on their wedding day itself. For all Sebastian's tendencies to be...emotional, in this, he found himself decidedly placid and, in turn, far more prone to teasing his lover on his readiness.

A soft chuckle left his lips as Dorian so effortlessly picked up on that very impishness, prompting a small shrug on his shoulders. "I'm a vampire in the sun, I'm prone to tentativeness." It was hardly true in the slightest, really. Any hesitance that golden sphere above once brought the man had all but vanished months ago. He trusted his husband, with his very life, and yet, it simply seemed right to continue that mock bashfulness. Even so, he saw fit to remind his lover, in that very moment of the intensity in which his adoration was capable of afflicting his mortal form. Their first experiment had hardly been forgotten in the slightest. He had forgotten, up till that point, how heightened his mortal flesh could be, much less the sensitivity Dorian's own affinity could afford him when couples with just the right....movements. Their goal today, after all, was to last for long enough for that painting, after all. He hadn't anticipated that sudden glimpse of pride that bloomed upon the King's features at that subtle reminder. After all, the fae was an excellent lover in every sense, surely he realized by now just how capable he was in undoing the Sebastian, did he not?

He glanced up at the fae King as he finally pulled those bottles of paint from their boxes, only to be caught off guard as Dorian offered him his hand. Sebastian could hardly help those thoughts that so fluttered across his lips as he stared up at his husband. The Italian was, after all, utterly breathtaking in that sunlight. Those brunette locks somehow lighter, those silver eyes more stunning, that subtle stubble he found himself taken to was somehow more obvious in the sheer brightness that surrounded them. God, he was gorgeous. His hand reached up, fitting into the Monarch's own as he rose to his feet, only to offer the King that golden and blue colored paint. He watched as his lover struggled to place those globs of paint upon the canvas in such a way that it might create some sort of art that might be visually pleasing, all the while unable to truly account for how their figures might so move that very paint. In the end, those globs seemed to have little rhyme or reason to Sebastian and yet, if Dorian was happy with it, such was all that mattered. The vampire's gaze was briefly torn from that canvas only by Dorian's own voice as the man considered just how daring this truly was. After all, there was almost that risk of being found, much less how such would look poorly upon the Monarchy in return for such a scandal. It was that very consideration that prompted Sebastian to remind the King of that very affinity he held, one that surely could be utilized if it was deemed necessary. For all Sebastian's own lack of care at such indecent exposure, he hardly wanted his lover to experience any discomfort for the fulfillment of his own idle fantasies.

Sebastian hardly fought that gentle tug around his waist, the vampire's hands rose towards Dorian's neck, even as the King murmured his own promise to remember. Those words were quickly lost as his lips fervently met the fae's own. He easily deepened that kiss, letting his tongue grace against Dorian's own in that tantalizing fashion he knew well Dorian tended to enjoy. That very sound of satisfaction caused the corners of his lips to tilt upwards, even if it hardly distracted him from his task at hand. Oh no, it was Dorian's fingers against his skin, however, that managed to be wholly distracting. The man entirely aware of just the placement of the King's palm against his behind and under that peculiar mesh fabric of his swimming trunks. That brush of Dorian's teeth against his bottom lip prompted a soft sound from the back of the vampire's throat as his lover broke that very kiss, only to inform him of how well he excelled at that very action. There were, he was assured, quite a bit of other things he excelled at equally as well, the vampire content to consider those very times he had left Dorian quite near squirming beneath his touch. It was this he was altogether content to remind his lover of, his hand slowly trailing down the King's physic with clear intent.

He could hardly help that glimpse of satisfaction upon his own features as Dorian's voice faltered the very moment his fingers found the elastic line of Dorian's swimwear. His hand continued its downward descent, brushing against the King's frame before his hand took the length of the King. His touch was firm as his hand embraced the man, fully intending to encourage that very need within his husband. He was well aware of just how Dorian's hips seemed to lean into that embrace with every stroke. He watched as Dorian's gaze fluttered briefly closed, only for the King to lean further against him, his lips grazing that tender flesh of Sebastian's neck. A soft sound of satisfaction reverberated in the back of his throat as Dorian's teeth so teasingly toyed with his skin. He hardly anticipated that sudden movement of his lover's hand, the vampire distinctly aware of that shift before the King so touched that very place he so often tended to leave to the very last moment. That gasp that left Sebastian's lips was wholly audible at that moment, followed by a low groan as those genteel caresses. His own touch faltered but briefly before once again regaining that steady pace. His head leaned forward against his lover's shoulder as Sebastian found himself readjusting all over against to just how hyperaware his mortal body seemed to be.

His attention was so devoted to Dorian's fingers and his own task that he was hardly attentive to that loosening of his swim trunks until that material slid down his legs. A soft chuckle left his lips as his own free hand used that moment of the absence of Dorian's hand to pull the King free of his own swim trunks, pushing them down just as quickly before Dorian's hand embraced him. Truthfully, the King hardly hard to work for that firmness he so desired, not when that simple touch but moments prior had already achieved a fair bit of arousal within the vampire. It was, however, that sudden addition of Dorian's own affinity that further intensified those very feelings, his breath near immediately hitched, the vampire wholly unable to help that moan upon his lips as he shifted forward ever so slightly. God he had warned the King of what he was capable of and, admittedly, Sebastian found himself somewhat distracted from that eager kiss placed upon his lips. Even so, he stepped forward ever so slightly, fully intending to use that simple forward momentum to guide the King onto that very canvas. After all, it was altogether clear that distinctly little foreplay was required for either of their bodies to be truly ready, even if he was inclined to let his touch linger.