Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

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

Sebastian could hardly help that warm laughter upon his lips as his mock excuse was so utterly dismantled. It was, perhaps, no secret that the vampire particularly enjoyed basking in the sun, with the equally as hot sand beneath him. It was one of the few times in a very, very long time that the Englishman could admit he felt any true hint of warmth. Though Dorian's blood so often provided his dead corpse a glimpse of that sensation of mortal life, his husband's affinity brought on a whole new wealth of feelings. How he missed feeling alive and truly, every single moment within that living flesh was afflicted with an undercurrent of both excitement and distinct appreciation. Even so, Sebastian was willing to admit his defeat in this. "Fairpoint, Ma Bichette." He uttered amongst those chuckles, that skeptical look upon Dorian's features surely giving away the King's thoughts. "Yes, love, I am more than ready for you." Sebastian finally admitted, at last, those bright blue eyes settling upon the man with that clear mixture of both lust and undeniable love mirrored within their depths. After all, he was hardly the only individual whom the sun so suited, Dorian too somehow seemed all the more....magnificent beneath the warm glow of the island sun. How it so suited him! The very brightness somehow accented every facet of those entirely captivating features.

It was the fae King himself that drew Sebastian's attention within that moment, as he was settled upon the floor with those bottles of paint within his hands. How he had gotten so incredibly lucky, he wasn't sure. How many women had vyed for the fae King over the years?! Truly, how many still lustfully dreamed of the King? And yet, here he was, the sole receiver of that alluring Italian and his attention. A small simper crossed his features as his hand reached out, his fingers settling within Dorian's hand as his lover helped him to his feet. He handed his husband those bottles of paint, entirely willing to allow the artist the opportunity to place that paint wherever he truly desired it. After all, if either of the two had any hope of turning those globes of paint into something of any true masterpiece, it would surely be Dorian. His own bright blue eyes simply watched in vague curiosity before those bottles were deposited beside the canvas, the very painting primed and ready for whatever artistic creation came from that lovemaking.

Truly, Sebastian had anticipated, in some regard, a measure of hesitance from the King with that moment of public indecency nigh upon them. To discuss and plan that event was far different than to actually perform it. Dorian's comment of how truly daring they were moments away from being quite near demanded some measure of reassurance from the vampire. That reminder of Dorian's affinity was altogether gentle and yet, he hardly wanted the King to experience any sort of discomfort in that very act. Despite their location, it was fully within his lover's capability to ensure they remained entirely unseen, if he so desired it. After all, Sebastian himself hardly wished to appear on the front page of some gossip magazine for their lewd acts. That simple reminder, it seemed, prompted that warm simper to once again appear upon his lover's features as Dorian's hands settled upon his waist, drawing him all the closer. Any worry Dorian seemed to have, and in turn, Sebastian too might have felt for his lover, seemed to dissipate the very moment that their lips met. Those carnal desires so easily swept over any concerns of modesty. He could certainly feel the King's desire for more and, in turn, Sebastian all too readily deepened that kiss in the fashion he knew his lover tended to adore.

He was aware, intensely so, of Dorian's hands upon his fit figure, his very skin all the more reactive to that warm touch, even without the fae King's affinity. That kiss, however, ended with the slight grazing of Dorian's teeth against his bottom lip, that very sensation somehow entirely different without those vampiric tendencies. He enjoyed the sensation all the same, much less the King's announcement that he was, by far, the best kisser Dorian had ever experienced. Though he enjoyed that compliment, Sebastian was hardly content with simply being the best kisser. Oh no, he quite desired far more titles than just that. It was that selfish desire, truly, that prompted his hand to trail from his lover's neck, down that fit physic in a truly languid fashion, allowing that very sensation of anticipation to rise before his fingers slipped beneath that elastic band of Dorian's swim trunks only to take the Monarch within the palm of his hand. A small glimpse of satisfaction crossed his features as the King's voice faltered, much less that groan that followed in its wake. That subtle lean of the King's hips into his hand was all that required for those once teasing stokes to gain a sort of firmness to them, clearly attempting to ignite that very arousal within his lover.

Sebastian had hardly anticipated, in those moments when his own attention was preoccupied upon pleasing his husband, for Dorian's own fingers to shift, instead brushing across that altogether intimate area whilst the Monarch's teeth so toyed with the flesh upon his neck. He could hardly help that gasp upon his lips, the vampire's own touch faltered for but a moment before his head leaned ever so slightly against Dorian's shoulder. Although he had known well of just how much....more that human flesh could feel, it still caught the Prince off guard. This was, after all, the first time in months that the pair had utilized his mortal body in such a fashion! His own touches, as it were, once again continued their steady pace but a moment's later, the vampire only vaguely aware of Dorian's hand upon his hips before those swimming garments were abruptly slid from his figure, freeing him of that final material. He took that opportunity of Dorian's touch to follow the King's own actions, the man entirely determined to see his husband free of those swim trunks of only for the further access that freedom allowed him. He could hardly help that soft groan upon his lips as Dorian's hand so embraced him and yet the Prince hardly took long to be coaxed into that state of readiness. That brush of Dorian's affinity surely only furthered that firmness, the wealth of sensations brought by that brush of life was near immediate, prompting a moan upon his lips. That soft chuckle drew the Englishman's gaze, his head shook ever so slightly and yet, that power hardly lingered long before Dorian's lips were upon his all over again.

The vampire pressed against his lover ever so gingerly, encouraging the man backward towards that canvas that clearly awaited them. A soft sound of want left his lips as Dorian released him and, in turn, Sebastian too was forced to relinquish his hold upon the King. He readily followed that gentle tug from the fae King as Dorian settled back and into that paint. A warm grin lit up his features as Dorian's hand slipped through that paint, momentarily throwing the King off balance. Clearly, this experiment with the substance would be far more....involved then their last attempt. That silent encouragement as Dorian's own legs parted was easily understood, the vampire placing one hand down upon that canvas as he leaned downwards, taking up that position on top of his husband. That first touch of paint upon the back of his neck was certainly peculiar and yet, it hardly chased the Englishman away as he leaned down to press his lips against Dorian's own. His tongue ventured forward to brush against his lover's own, entirely willing to oblige the King's desire for that deepened kiss. That sudden press of Dorian's figure against his own prompted a soft sound within the back of his throat as his lover's hand pressed against his hip.

His hips all too eagerly pressed downwards against his lover, entirely willing to further encourage that grinding of Dorian's skin pressed against his own. He was well aware of the length of the Monarch nestled against his groan, prompting those very wants for something more. He was distinctly aware of Dorian's fingers as they trailed down his fit figure, leaving paint in their wake across his shoulder and chest. It was so...wet. Gingerly, he pulled away from that kiss, the King's voice surely breathless as he uttered after how....clean the vampire was in comparison to his lover. A soft chuckle left his lips and yet, he followed that soft press of Dorian's hand upon his hip, easily rolling onto his back only to meet the squish of that blue and gold paint against his skin. His bright blue eyes glanced upwards at his lover as Dorian leaned over him, his own fingers naturally reached for the King's waist as he leaned upwards slightly to press his lips against Dorian's own all over again. His hand pressed gingerly upon his lover's back, as if only to further encourage him downward and against him. God, how he desired then man against him! How he yearned for those very sensations that Dorian alone could provide him!

His own breath was hardly steady as Dorian broke that kiss and yet, the man responded all too eagerly to those softly uttered words. He shifted his knees, providing his lover that very access he too knew the man desired. His gaze remained settled upon his lover as Dorian positioned himself in those moments, the vampire fully aware of that brush of the King's figure against him before the man's hips rolled forward to enter him. A sharp intake of breath left his lips followed but a soft muttering of curse words at that distinct tightness. He was distinctly aware of each additional forward thrust of his lover against him, quite near filling him. Slowly, he released his own knees, repositioning ever so slightly a position far more comfortable. He was well aware of the fae King's figure against him as the man leaned forward, Sebastian entirely pleased with that friction he was rewarded with, the Prince entirely willing to grind against his husband with each thrust. His head leaned back ever so slightly, those groans all the more readily upon his lips and yet, he was hardly willing to let Dorian be the only one with any measure of control here. Quite on the contrary, the vampire had every intention to undo his lover's restraint, at least to ensure the pair were upon a more even level. He pressed himself further against his lover's figure, letting that paint upon his chest spread to Dorian's own.

His head shifted, his cheek touching that very wet canvas as he reached for his own swim trunks, wiping a single finger upon them in an effort to rid the paint from at least one of those digits. He cared little, at that moment, for how he was surely ruining his own swimwear, the fae's pleasure far more important than any clothing. It was only once he was relatively certain of that lack of paint that he reached back towards his lover, his hand brushing against his lover's backside, only for his finger to reach for that sensitive spot Dorian had so afforded him attention to. His caresses were entirely firm, the man quite near determined to share that wealth of sensations that so afflicted him with each forward movement of Dorian's hips.