He had not, in any real sense, truly given consideration to just how slippery that canvas might prove to be. It was a silly thing, really, to have failed to consider and yet in those moments in which Sebastian pressed softly forward and Dorian so sought to tug the vampire down with him onto that very canvas the Monarch was near caught off guard by the fashion in which his hand very near slipped out from beneath him! Still, the very humor of that situation was hardly lost upon him, that warm chuckle followed by that equally amused grin upon Sebastian's own features as Dorian struggled to regain that balance so required off him. How cold that paint felt against his back! Yet too- how utterly unique that sensation of wetness as it rubbed against his skin. That combination of cool paint and warm sun and the perfect heat of Sebastian's flesh against him was entirely satisfying. Dorian so finding himself craving all the more in that moment as he coaxed his husband downward to take up that position atop him. How glorious that feel of skin on skin and the simple weight of the Prince so felt.

That utter want for more so readily prompted Dorian's own hand to lift and settle upon the back of Sebastian's neck, that very hand liberally applying the blue and gold paint to his lovers neck with that very gesture and yet in that singular moment the Monarch so simply desired that press of the man's lips he was soon rewarded with. That simple sound of satisfaction stirred readily within his throat once more as Sebastian's tongue found his own in that most perfect, arousing kiss. Dorian more then willing to deepen it all the more before his freehand lifted to rest upon the vampires hip and encourage that downward press. Sebastian eagerly responding and so allowing that grinding sensation Dorian so desired. That soft sound coaxed from Sebastian's only lips entirely arousing in turn. There was surely nothing the Fae King adored more then these very moments, that simple feel of his husband against him, that chance to afford him every bit of that affection Dorian was sure he deserved, to kiss him just as he should be kissed. Every bit of that love and adoration he so possessed for his lover lacing those very actions as his hand slid across the mans shoulder and down over the hard, perfect plains off his chest. His own lips so finally pulled away only to offer that simple suggestion that Sebastian surely did not have near enough paint on him.

That soft chuckle he was rewarded with only furthered that grin upon his own lips. Dorian pressing his hand to Sebastian's hip to encourage the vampire to roll. Sebastian so subject to that same feeling of paint against his back the Monarch himself had only experienced moments ago. That simple wetness was so decidedly unusual and yet that very sensation so added to that experience all the same. His lips returned eagerly to his companions own, Dorian more then willing to comply with the press of Sebastian's hand against his back, his figure pressing downward to feel his husband's body against his own once more. That arousal near painfully clear against his own groin with that very action. That want so having become a near need that was content to ache with that desire for more, for that most intimate closeness Sebastian alone was capable of providing him. His words were near breathless in that moment his lips pulled away from his lover once more, those accented tones thick with that simple desire as he so requested Sebastian lift his knees. That very act so providing that positioning required.

Dorian's own form shifted then, the Monarch taking that moment to position himself in turn, that bright silver of his gaze readily meeting Sebastian's own before he offered that first roll off his hips to enter the vampire. The sensation of that alone was distinctly exquisite. Dorian unable to prevent that groan that fell from him in time with that near gasp from Sebastian himself. That very position affording his lovers figure a distinct tightness that gripped against him, those very curse words that fell from Sebastian's lips hardly missed, a simper finding the Monarch's own features as he paused to afford his husband those moments to adjust and reposition to something more comfortable. It was only once he was assured Sebastian was ready that he allowed his hips to thrust again and again, bringing himself further into his lover with each satisfying movement. The Fae King so unable to help those groans that fell from his lips to punctuate each roll. That feeling of Sebastian so simply perfect as Dorian lent forward to assure his lover was provided with that proper friction on those parts of himself that surely desired it. The feel of that arousal against him distinctly tantalizing in turn as Sebastian so willingly grinded against him with each thrust, Dorian's own pace quickening slightly as Sebastian's head lay back. That paint coating both of them now. Dorian so hardly expecting the vampires determination to level that playing field.

He was aware, vaguely, of Sebastian reaching for those discarded swim trunks to wipe the paint from his hand and yet in that moment Dorian so hardly gave any thought to his intentions (or the very fact he had probably just ruined those very swim trunks). The Monarch's attention thoroughly occupied in that simple pleasure of that very act. He felt his husband's hand against his backside, Dorian aware of those fingers brushing against him and yet he was hardly prepared for the press of that singular finger into that sensitive spot. That very touch prompting that soft gasp from Dorian himself, that sound so quickly becoming a moan and the simple sensation of pleasure that touch so provided. How glorious that felt! That touch near akin to those toys they so often engaged with. The Monarch, in that moment, pressing back as much as he was able into that very touch. His own thrusts becoming more ardent then in response to that rapidly building sensation of pleasure and that press of Sebastian's finger. How right Sebastian had been, he was far better at more things then simply kissing.

His own hand shifted to rest upon Sebastian's hip, Dorian seeking to encourage the vampire to that faster, firmer pace. That blissful release so readily within reach now. The Fae King near awash with those simple sensations of perfection and pleasure. Dorian wholly determined to assure his lover found that very release with him, that very feel off Sebastian's figure around him so assuring him the vampire was surely just as close in turn. The Italian so at last let that affinity embrace his companion more readily. Dorian so effortlessly calling to that very life that pulsed throughout Sebastian figure, allowing that wave of pure sensation to wash over the vampire entirely in that all-too pivotal moment. Dorian readily finding that pleasurable high and release within his companion, his figure affording him those final, firm thrusts. Several italian curse words so readily uttered around Sebastian's name in turn before Dorian was left utterly breathless. His spent figure coming to rest on Sebastian's chest as he struggled to catch his own breath.

For several moments still the Monarch so found himself utterly unwilling to move beyond that gentle withdrawal from his lover. That sun felt almost hot now and yet no less blissful, that sweat clinging to his figure as his breath came in near gasps, his head content to simply lay on Sebastian's chest. How strange it was and yet how utterly....beautiful to so hear that erratic thump and beat of his lovers living heart beneath his chest. That rhythm so surely matching his own. Dorian unable to stop that warm simper that found his lips even in the wake of that utter exhaustion. For all he loved of that sex, that closeness and affection and sheer pleasure he so adored those moments afterwards too. That aftermath holding a perfection all its own. His head so lifting then to let his silver gaze meet that bright, striking blue of Sebastian's own then, that lazy simper still in place.

"Do you know? I have utterly no idea how we are going to get off this canvas?"

That chuckle easily fell from him then, Dorian shifting backward just so as to ease himself onto his knees, slipping his feet off the canvas to steadily ease himself upward into a standing position, one hand held toward Sebastian then in some attempt to help the vampire rise and step off that canvas without having to attempt to roll onto his own stomach or knees. Dorian decidedly keen to see that artwork they had created and yet- the very sound of something so readily saw the Monarch pause. Dorian near distinctly assured he could hear voices. The Fae King so turning then to peer behind him. Another couple slowly making their way down that far trail that ran past their own lodge and toward that shared beach further down. That soft gasp so managed to find him once more, Dorian near instantly dropping back to his knees only to very near tackle the unfortunate Sebastian back down from whatever state of rising the vampire had managed to achieve. Sebastian so pressed back onto that canvas with the Monarch resting atop him. The pair surely close enough to the floor to prevent their being seen by that passing couple. Dorian near frozen as he so listened for those voices as the pair passed by. That sudden look of amusement seeming to find him as he became more readily aware of that new, near ridiculous position he had placed them in. His gaze so glancing down to meet Sebastian's now.

"I quite think this is a far more compromising position then us standing would ever have been. I've no idea why I thought this was better."

That ready laughter found him then, that rich sound echoing across that space, Dorian hurriedly trying to stifle the sound of those giggles against Sebastian shoulder by near burying his head against it and yet how well he so managed such a thing he hardly knew. The amusement of it all far too much.

Some moments in time were simply perfect just as they were.

Dorian Aragona