Sebastian's insistence that he too had surely been 'awful' that first time so managed to prompt that simper to the Monarch's lips all the same. It was a distinctly difficult thing, in every sense, to picture the vampire as anything less than the skilled, confident lover he had become. A nervous, fumbling Sebastian so hardly seemed willing to allow itself to be considered in any sense. Dorian too, perhaps equally pleased to have left that youthfully inexperienced part of himself behind. Yet, for all his simple embarrassment over that very first act of intimacy that existed he so found himself remembering such an evening with a certain degree of fondness all the same. Lucia was surely long since gone now and yet the Monarch was assured he would remember her always- even if he might so eternally consider her deserving of an apology. Such thoughts, in the least, were easily forgotten in the wake of Sebastian's query on whether or not that sand was suitably removed from his figure for the 'painting' planned for that afternoon. It took no more than a few moments for the Monarch to close that distance between them, his hand settling upon the back off his lovers neck as Sebastian's own found his waist, that shared kiss nothing short of exquisite. That taste of sun and salt so prompting the Fae King to allow his lips to find several other places on his lovers fit physique before declaring the man suitably clean enough to head back to that lavish lodge.

His hand fit easily within his companions own, Dorian content to lead the pair from the beach and up those stairs. The Fae King paused only once more alongside his husband to remove that sand from their feet as was the very manner in which they had both been raised. That kit was easily fetched but a few moments later to be handed to the vampire as Dorian so chose that very location he was assured might be best upon the verandah. He lingered upon the very edge of that plastic sheet as Sebastian so saw to its placement, that cotton canvas followed a moment later. Dorian quite unable to prevent the simple curiosity he found in so watching that set up even as Sebastian seemed entirely determined to remain vexingly indesicvie over his own state of readiness. The Monarch positively sure he was doing it on purpose. Wretched man! His very insistence that Sebastian seemed nothing short if indecisive today prompted only a further shrug from the nonchalant vampire, Dorian unable to stop that chuckle that hummed in his throat as his husband claimed his vampiric nature and the exposure of that sun as the sure reason for his tentativeness.

"You did seem terribly tentative when you were lying face down in the sun in the middle of a beach a half hour ago."

One eye lifted neatly upward in a clear disbelief of that very statement he had been offered and yet that simple humour persisted within those words all the same. That warm grin dancing upon his features. Such a look so shifted into one of a distinct pride at Sebastian's reminder off that very intensity he was so capable of affording the vampire when that life persisted within his undead figure. It was a perfectly silly notion, surely and yet Dorian could so hardly help that near fluttering of satisfaction he took on possessing those very skills that might finish that very painting session before it had truly started. In this however, he could hardly disagree with his husband. Some measure of restraint was indeed required, the Monarch's head nodded in that same moment in display of that ready agreement. The presentation of those paint bottles saw the Fae King pause once more, his hand extended down to his lover then to help Sebastian back onto his feet. The vampire seeming momentarily....perplexed. Dorian wholly oblivious to those very thoughts off how his own figure might appear to his lover beneath that sun. Dorian, after all, so rarely tended to consider his own appearance in those moments in which he was thoroughly distracted by sebastian in turn. He had seen the vampire, several times now, so thriving with that very life within his figure and yet it was as if he was so destined to be awed by it each and every time. He so adored his husband in any state, after all, it was that vampiric version off his companion he had fallen in love with and yet, in life, Sebastian was quite simply beautiful.

Whatever thoughts seemed to persist within Sebastian's thoughts seemed fleeting enough not to prompt the Italian's query on them in that moment. Dorian instead helping the man to his feet before moving to apply those paints to the canvas in just such a fashion as to assure some manner of even distribution- hopefully. It was only once that paint was applied that the comment upon the sheer daring of that moment seemed to find him. This, after all, was distinctly more bold then Dorian had perhaps ever been- at least in the sense of lacking that privacy they were normally afforded. Sebastian's simple reminder of that affinity to hide them that he possessed readily resulting in the return of that warm simper. It was those moments perhaps, simple and small as they were in which that simple care for him was displayed that Dorian was assured his love for the man he had married grew all the more- as impossible as that surely was. That single utterance that he would remember was readily followed by his arms easily wrapping about Sebastian's waist, the vampire tugged gently toward him then before he found Sebastian's lips with his own. Dorian near desperately desiring that far more intimate kiss, the very sort he enjoyed most of all and so prompted Sebastian to deepen it all the same. Dorian utterly unable to prevent that sound of satisfaction that stirred in the depths of his throat.

His hands shifted then to flatten upon Sebastian's back, slipping effortlessly beneath the waistband of those swim trunks to cup his lovers butt and draw the man more fully against him. Sebastian truly did have a wonderfully exceptional behind, of that Dorian remained utterly assured even as he so finally broke that kiss- his teeth grazing across his lovers lower lip only to inform the man of his kissing skills. Those very skills, perhaps, part of the reason Dorian so adored those more intimate kisses Sebastian alone so provided him. He so hardly anticipated that brush of Sebastian's hands against himself, the warmth of the man's fingers and palm against his own chest and stomach as that hand slid lower a decidedly glorious thing. How he adored Sebastian's hands upon him! The Fae Kings breath readily hitched as his husbands fingers dipped beneath that waistband off his own swimwear. The vampires hand readily embracing that most sensitive part of himself in near the same moment. Dorian's very voice faltering in the wake of that sensual embrace.

That soft groan was easily pulled from him, his gaze fluttering briefly closed as he lent eagerly into that touch in that silent attempt to have Sebastian take only more of him with that firm, practised touch. Dorian's physique responded eagerly to those very strokes, that arousal readily coaxed into existence at even that simple embrace. The Monarch's figure lent further forward and into his lover then, his lips pressing eagerly to Sebastian's neck, Dorian content to tease at that terribly sensitive skin to be found there. That soft sound so stirring in Sebastian's throat a truly blissful one and yet one Dorian was determined to increase. His hand slid smoothly from his husbands behind then, his fingers daring to dip between and afford that sensitive place he so often left till last those soft caresses. That audible gasp he was rewarded with at that touch was a truly satisfying sound. Sebastian's own touch faltered then, the vampire leaning his head against his shoulder in that effort to become accustomed to the sheer sensitivity of his living form.

It was in that very moment of pause that Dorian so took that opportunity to allow his free hand to shift, sliding it across Sebastian's hip to catch the rim off those swim trunks and allow them to fall from the vampires physique entirely. Dorian assured they were in his way. The Monarch's other hand moved once more then, sliding away from behind the vampire with that intent to embrace the length of the man from the front, Sebastian taking that opportunity to rid Dorian off his own swim trunks in turn, that ready grin finding him in response to the removal of that damp fabric. How unusual it felt to have that sun find those places upon him so normally concealed beneath that fabric! That simple feel of Sebastian within his own hand was distinctly satisfying, so few of those strokes required to encourage the vampire into firmness, that arousal already prominent and yet- the Fae King so readily allowed that soft touch off his affinity all the same. That very sensation of life offered eagerly to his lover then. Dorian chuckling softly as that simper found his lips at that moan he was rewarded with. Dorian careful to draw that power away in the same moment and afford the vampire no more. His lips, instead, pressing to Sebastian's own in search of those sweet kisses.

That sudden press of Sebastian's figure against him readily saw Dorian respond, stepping back toward that canvas then. His hand so gently released his lover, Dorian taking that moment to settle back on that canvas and tug Sebastian down with him- that paint surprisingly cool against his back, one hand slipping slightly as it ran through that blue, Dorian unable to prevent that soft chuckle such an action prompted. His own legs parted just so, encouraging Sebastian to rest between them and over him, Dorian desperately desiring that feeling of skin on skin as he lent slightly upward to find the Prince's lips again. One hand moved to settle behind Sebastian's neck once more, the vampires neck and hair so unfortunately subject to that combination of blue and gold paint with the action. That near slippery sensation a decidedly new one against his lovers heated skin, that paint an equally unusual and yet welcomed sensation against his own back.

Dorian eagerly deepend that kiss once more, his toned figure pressing upward against Sebastian's own if only to near grind against him in that simple want for more. Neither of them, it seemed, so requiring that extensive foreplay today- Dorian's free hand coming to rest on Sebastian's hip now, leaving that equally golden handprint upon him. The simple feel of Sebastian against him prompting those soft groans from his lips. Dorian near desperately desiring more and yet for just those few moments longer he was wholly content to allow his lover to feel that sun against his back and too- enjoy that sunlight to its fullest. That hand that rested on Sebastian's neck trailed easily across his shoulder and down over the man's chest, Dorian leaving that painted trail as he did, his fingers feeling each of those hard plains and muscles. Dorian so finally breaking that kiss. His voice near breathless with that simple want.

"You do not....have near enough paint on you."

That hand that rested against Sebastian's hip pressed more firmly then, Dorian effortlessly coaxing Sebastian to roll and swap their positions, Sebastian easily placed within that paint now as Dorian lent over him and between his legs. The Monarch vaguely considering the very spectacle any being whom walked passed might so be treated to and yet in that singular moment the Monarch simply did not care. How gloriously freeing that was! His lips returned once more to Sebastian's own then, another soft moan stirred from them as he grinded eagerly against his husband once more, that want having became a near ache. That paint having managed to near coat the both of them in that blissful combination of sensation of sun and flesh and paint and warm breeze. Dorian breaking that kiss just enough to utter those further words.

"Could you...lift your knees up? Use your hands to hold them."

That very action so positioned Sebastian in just the right manner Dorian desired to remain between his companions legs to take him. The Monarch so adoring to see his companion in those most intimate moments. Dorian moving to position himself but a moment later before that first roll off his hips eagerly brough himself within his lover. That position so affording Sebastian's figure a distinct tightness that drew that utter groan of pleasure from the Fae King once more. Dorian so paused to allow his companion to adjust to the depth of that sensation before rolling his hips a second and third time until he slid fully within. The simple sensation of that so utterly exquisite. How utterly amazing Sebastian felt. Dorian leaning forward once more to set the rhythm, that very act so assuring that length off his lover was too hardly forgotten and so offered that friction against his own figure....

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