Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

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

The vampire had thought he'd known what to expect when that paint finally touched his quickly tanning skin. Even so, it had hardly prepared him for that slick coldness as Dorian's hand settled upon the back of his neck, sending shivers down his spine. The sensation was such a sharp contrast to the warmth of the sun he'd been basking in but moment's prior. And yet, despite that very reaction he seemed to have to the paint, the fae Monarch beneath him was wholly distracting. His mouth near immediately sought for Dorian's own, his lips parted to provide his lover that brush of his tongue against his husband's own in that kiss he knew well the King tended to favor. Although the vampire was well aware of that arousal pressed against him, and his own in turn, that simple press of Dorian's hand upon his him was all he truly required to encourage that roll of his hips against the King's own, that very action was entirely teasing, providing but a glimpse of friction against those all too sensitive areas. How he longed for his lover! That pleasurable sensation prompted a soft sound of satisfaction from the back of his throat, the Prince adoring that very sensation of Dorian's skin against his own.

He was well aware of that soft caress of his lover's fingers against his skin, trailing paint in his wake as Dorian's hand moved across his shoulder and down his chest. Sebastian finally pulled away from the fervent kiss, only to be greeted with the breathless suggestion that he certainly did not have enough paint upon him. Compared to his lover, Sebastian could hardly argue the point. Dorian, after all, was quite near covered with the substance. He could hardly help that soft chuckle upon his lips and yet, he gave into that soft press of his lover's hand upon his hip. The embrace of that paint on his back coaxed a small glimpse of surprise upon the vampire's features. The substance quite near squishing audibly in that shift of positions. At the very least, it hardly brought about those vampiric instincts of blood, peculiar feeling as the whole affair was. Such thoughts, however, were certainly short-lived before the figure of his lover so wholly demanded all of his attention. That press of Dorian's hips against his own easily refocused his attention upon his aching loins, even before the King's lips once again found his own. That need was altogether obvious, in those tender moments, that foreplay surely would hardly last much longer when Sebastian himself could quite near feel that heat that seemed to radiate around those very areas he desired the Monarch's attention.

Dorian's voice was quite near breathless by the time he pulled away from that kiss, that Italian accent altogether thick within the man's voice in the fashion it so often tended to be at the height of those moments of desire. He knew, naturally, what the fae desired from him and yet, Sebastian had every desire to fulfill those needs for both of them. His hands reached for his knees, lifting his physic ever so slightly to provide the King with that very access he requested. His crystalline gaze remained settled upon the King, even though he could feel his lover against him, taking that care to position himself as necessary. That first roll of Dorian's hips prompted an exhaled gasp from the vampire, his mortal figure far more aware of the King within him, his body all the tighter around the King with that very position Dorian had asked of him. He could hardly help those curse words that fell from his lips as his head leaned back with those further thrusts of Dorian's hips. It was only once he was assured the length of the King within him that his hands slowly relinquished that hold upon his knees, the Prince repositioned ever so slightly around his lover, only for his head to bob ever so slightly when he was ready.

He was distinctly aware of each roll of Dorian's hips against him, his own moans easily joined those very sounds like left his lover's lips. That sudden forward lean was hardly anticipated and yet, the very sensation it provided him only served to further those sounds of satisfaction from him at that glorious friction he was provided as Dorian's body so slid against him. His own hips eagerly matched the King's pace, the vampire entirely content to find that satisfaction he desired as his groin grinded against his lover's abdomen. Sebastian was well aware that, in this, Dorian certainly held some measure of superiority. Dorian was used to his undead form's longevity in such activities, an endurance that the Prince wholly lacked presently. It was with that very knowledge in mind that his hand reached for those discarded swim trunks, entirely determined to provide his lover with that very wealth of pleasure regardless of his lack of venom. His cheek brushed against the paint upon the canvas and yet, the vampire remained focused as he attempted to wipe that paint from his fingers, hardly desiring to spread the substance to where he intended to touch. The state of that swimwear, after all, was hardly as important to him at that moment as those very sensations he might be capable of providing the man he so endlessly loved.

His hand brushed against his lover's backside, entirely careful to ensure that his cleaned fingers hardly touched the paint that now coated Dorian's back. His finger caressed that entirely sensitive place upon his lover, entirely determined to pleasure his lover there all the same. That moaned gasped brought a simper of satisfaction to his features, his own touch entirely firm as Dorian shifted backward against his hand with a desire for far more. The King's hips rolled against him far more ardently than before, driving the pair of them closer towards that very peak of pleasure. Those groans left his lips with far greater frequency as his hips shifted to meet that faster pace the King's hands so requested of him. He could feel himself creeping closer towards that very release, his breath hardly steady in any sense with each thrust of Dorian within him. He was hardly prepared for that sudden sensation of Dorian' affinity as it so embraced him, that life that so flowed within him brought every fiber of his being alive in a fashion it hardly was before. Those sensations that washed over him caused another sound to leave his lips, his eyes fluttered closed. His free hand desperately clutched at that plastic material at the edge of that canvas. His back arched ever so slightly against the Monarch, those very sensations easily sent him tumbling over the edge. Those sounds that left his lips were distinctly louder, the Prince entirely aware of that sensation of Dorian's figure finding his own release within him, quite near filling every bit of the vampire. All of it was just...too much.

In those moments after, Sebastian was left entirely breathless. His hand fell from behind the King, instead, falling flatly against the canvas as his chest rose and fell so steadily. His heart beat in a wholly erratic fashion, that final groan left his lips as Dorian slowly pulled himself out of him. That shared sweat brought a clear sheen upon his chest and yet, Sebastian had little to no desire to move at the present moment. He had forgotten how utterly exhausting sex could be! He was well aware of Dorian's figure settled against his chest and yet, it took him a moment for his hand to sluggishly reach up to rest upon his lover's back. He was hardly worried for that further touch of paint when his entire figure was already a bizarre mixture of paint, sweat, and the aftermath of their satisfaction. It was only that shift of Dorian's head against his chest that drew his bright blue eyes away from the clouded sky and overhanging tree limbs that he had been eying. That warm simper on Dorian's features prompted a soft smile upon his own, at least until that very mention of how they intended to get off of the canvas.

"I think it had...something for us in the kit." He commented breathlessly, his hand slightly gestured towards the box at the side of their artwork. He watched his lover as the Monarch slowly shifted off of him, easily pulling himself to a standing position over the vampire. That offered hand was quite near welcomed as the vampire's fingers settled into Dorian's own as he shifted to a sitting position. Unfortunately, the vampire hardly got far, before something seemed to ensnare his lover's attention. Unlike the King, he could hardly hear the sound of that couple over his own breathing, that sudden drop of the King's form quite near caught him off guard, at least until he was tackled back onto the canvas. For a moment, he laid there in utter surprise, as if he could hardly fathom just how he'd ended up sprawled back on that artwork. It took him a moment to hear those voices and yet, he hardly uttered a word as he simply listened to that couple pass upon the nearby beach. They were, thankfully, hardly close enough to notice the Italian King and his Prince naked on the verandah, though, given their current position, he was certain they would have been given equally as confused stares, if the couple could even identify who they were beneath all this....paint.

It was only once that threat had passed that Sebastian's bright blue eyes shifted to meet the silver hue of Dorian's own. That utterance of their current position, however, prompted a warm chuckle upon his own lips and yet, Sebastian merely shook his head ever so slightly. "I have no idea either." He admitted, even as the King buried his head into his shoulder. He should have known the King would forget of his affinity in the wake of being caught and yet, truly, it all worked out well all the same. "Come on, Ma Biche, I think I've had enough paint for one day." He uttered, attempting to help the King up now that he had some resemblance of air within his lungs. After all, Sebastian too could hardly help his own curiosity to see the result of their painting experiment. Hopefully, the result appeared interesting at the very least.