There was a simple adoration within the Fae King for such moments as this when the doors to the outside world might be closed and those people with their questions and prying cameras might be forced to leave them be. Yet how he had once loathed the silence off his life within that palace! Each day unchanging from the next. His world little more than a sea of familiar faces like a song that played over and over until he knew each rhythm and sound and beat in its maddening repeat. His return to the world had brought with it so many glorious things- along with an end to the drudgery that had been his life for so many centuries and yet, sometimes, he so yearned for that silence again- though not only for himself. The Monarch so simply desiring to be alone with his husband. To have the world so at last leave them be. Perhaps it was terribly selfish off him to desire such things. Perhaps he was terribly callous to loathe that solitude only to resent that sudden influx of people into his life all the same.Yet- was it truly a terrible thing to so be allowed to love Sebastian just as he saw fit and in just the way he desired? The world itself held so great an expectation of them to be a certain way, to look a certain way and indeed even to interact with one another in a fashion the public themselves had deemed acceptable and how tiresome it could be! How Dorian so adored to be allowed to be that very being he so simply was. Moment's such as this, surely, some of his most favourites off all- when he so had Sebastian entirely to himself.

It was a simple thing to allow that music to play, that ipad balanced upon the mantle above the warm fire that crackled into the soft darkness in a fashion near comforting. The Monarch's form so easily disappearing from before his lover to reappear behind him then. Sebastian so readily anticipating such a thing and yet Dorian had long ago given up so attempting to hide from his companion in any sense. Those vampiric senses, he was sure, so allowing Sebastian to cheat terribly at such games- let alone that singular red thread that so bound his very soul to the man whose cheek his lips pressed softly against in that very moment. Dorian's own fingers worked smoothly to loosen Sebastian's tie and shirt, that small flash of skin he was so rewarded with at his lovers chest entirely appealing and yet that very idea so demanded from him more then a simple admiration off his own husbands physique. Sebastian's head tilted back near obediently to that soft touch off his own fingers then, Dorian so readily offering that ever-sensitive neck a soft flutter of teasing kisses if only stir at those flickers of desire he knew could be so readily coaxed to life within his lover at such touches. The Fae King leaning smoothly away but a moment later to place himself before Sebastian once more.

He had never before so made any attempt to engage music within those more intimate moments they shared and yet how very much Dorian so enjoyed to explore those very things! Sebastian, since the first evening they had met, an entirely willing partner in each of those 'ideas' the Monarch so thrust upon him. This one, perhaps, decidedly unique in turn as the Fae King so easily found the rhythm of that song. His toned figure so easily moving with that music. Sebastian, it seemed, quite quickly becoming aware of just what they very idea so entailed as he settled upon that couch. Dorian readily assured he thoroughly enjoyed his husbands eyes upon him in that moment, that promise to monopolize the vampires attention entirely so surely kept in that moment as first his tie and then his jacket so easily found the floor. This the very first strip tease of sorts he had so ever afforded his companion and yet Dorian quite found he enjoyed that very look upon his lovers face in that moment. There was something so decidedly arousing in allowing but each layer of that clothing to fall when Sebastian watched on. His husband but the only being in all the world so permitted to ever catch but even a glimpse of his figure beneath that clothing.

That music shifted then, Dorian so prompted to turn. Sebastian afforded that very view from behind in those moments as Dorian so smoothly worked to unbutton his shirt only to turn effortlessly once more. That dress shirt left hanging loosely from his figure. His hands lifted to run through his hair and loosen even though dark locks with the touch off his fingers. The Fae King quite unable to prevent that simper of satisfaction that sound found his features in the wake off Sebastian's own teeth prompted to nibble at his lower lip. That very assurance it was but a shame he was relegated to the couch only further prompting his lovers encouragement. Dorian more then willing to see how very far he might tug at his husbands self control. That near impish simper, perhaps, betraying his very intentions in just such an idea as that sway off his hips readily saw those dress pants loosen. Each smooth rhythm of that song readily saw those pants pushed lower and lower. Sebastian afforded but a ready glimpse off his butt in those moments- only for Dorian to turn once more. Those boxers upon the front off his figure still very much in place. That soft sound he was so rewarded with coaxing that chuckle from his own lips in turn and yet he so hardly intended to deny his lover for terribly long. A single, final shake off his hips loosening those dress pants entirely before they were slipped off- the Monarch left in his red boxer shorts and white shirt along. The Fae content to cease that dance of sorts in that moment as he leaned easily against the fire place then- offering his lover that view of his figure all the same and yet- how well he knew Sebastian in turn.

There was surely but a decided advantage to the sheer amount of times they had so enjoyed one another. The Fae King so distinctly aware of just how to coax that ready desire within his lover and indeed afford him the very sort of tease he knew readily the vampire would wholly struggle to resist in any fashion. His hand so hardly lingered long upon his own thigh before brushing upward to afford himself those smooth, coaxing touches. That thin, simple layer of those boxer shorts so hardly hiding from view how readily his physique so responded to even his own hand in that moment. Those shorts so quickly becoming near uncomfortably restrictive with each of those smooth strokes, his silvered gaze so readily finding his husbands own in that moment. Ah, but how he adored to have his lovers gaze upon him! How utterly arousing it was! His own words hitched but slightly as he offered them. Dorian himself so hardly immune to those sensations he alone had created and indeed how simply desirable it was to have Sebastian so eye him in just such a way! Those very touches halted but a moment later only for the Monarch to catch the rim off those shorts within his fingers and readily begin to slide them downward- the very base of that hardened arousal so clearly visible before he so abruptly paused once more. That inquiry of just which article of clothing he should remove next so evidently all his lover was willing to take.

That soft, warm chuckle easily rose from within his throat as Sebastian rose from that couch in turn, his lovers hand settling against his neck before drawing him closer. Dorian eagerly embracing that fevered kiss. That simple desire for Sebastian's own touch wholly overwhelming in that moment, that soft sound of simple want stirring within his own throat as he pressed eagerly into that kiss. His own hands lifted to wrap about his lovers neck, drawing him closer still. Dorian wholly aware of Sebastian's hands so removing those boxer shorts entirely, the removal of that restrictive fabric utterly glorious and yet- not near no glorious as that touch of Sebastian's own hand. A soft gasp so catching within his throat at that touch before the first of those groans escaped him. How he adored that touch and yet how desperately he desired only more of it! Those strokes softer and far more genteel then he truly desired, his hips so pressing forward in that moment in some effort to seek only more off his lovers touches. Dorian so reluctantly allowed his lover to pull away from that kiss then. Those decidedly husky tones that so layered his lovers voice so thickly on those moments of arousal only further tugging at his own wants in that moment. Those very words so prompting that simper to his lips. Dorian glancing but briefly downward toward his lovers own groin, that very insistence he had but some idea of what he had done so never managing to reach his lips- Sebastian's own finding his neck then. Dorian obediently tilting his head just so as to afford the vampire that greater access- only for the tips of those fangs to brush so tantalizing across his skin.

How that very sensation so seemed to demand a response from him each time! Another short, sharp intake of breath readily seeing the Monarch near still in the simple anticipation of that bite. His very figure so utterly conditioned to respond to even the mere suggestion of that venom that so blissfully ravaged his system when injected into his bloodstream itself. That very arousal so surely growing all the firmer in that moment and against his lovers smooth, unfaltering caresses. Yet- that bite so never came, Sebastian leaning smoothly away from him in near that same moment. Wretched creature he was! So teasing! Dorian groaning softly at the loss of that touch and yet that kiss was wholly welcomed in turn, the Fae King eagerly parting his lips at that press off his lover's tongue to afford him that glorious more intimate sort of kiss Dorian so utterly adored. That distinct taste off his lover nothing short of exquisite and so decidedly....different. Dorian's own gaze fluttered open in that moment. The Fae King but gently pulling away from that kiss to so momentarily eye his husband, his mind fighting that very haze of desire to so attempt to understand just what that singular taste seemed to be, his hand reaching briefly downward to still Sebastian's own but momentarily. It was hardly unpleasant in any sense, merely....different. His body, perhaps, inclined to provide that answer well before his mind might truly solve that puzzle. Those sensations of simple pleasure so suddenly seeming to afflict him. That very feeling seeming to run the entire length of his physique beyond the mere touches off his lovers hand. Dorian moaning softly in response to that very feeling. That venom, this time, so hardly overriding his system as it so often did when injected. Rather, that softer, slower release of those chemicals so seemed to result in those small bursts of that very sensation of pleasure- even without his lover so touching him in that moment! A sudden impish simper so finding the Monarch's own features.

"That is very new. I like that, it is quite glorious. I- god but I want you right now."

That very desire that venom so often created so seeming to find him but a moment later, those already potent wants so suddenly stoaked all the more. Dorian abruptly stepping forward to press his hand to his companions chest, his fingers expertly undoing those buttons off his lovers shirt only to slide it from his figure completely- that tie followed a moment later to be tossed to the ground in turn. The Monarch's hand pressed once more against Sebastian's chest, pushing him gently back toward the sofa before coaxing him to sit down upon it once more. Dorian so momentarily content to remain standing above him if only for that simple sight of just how utterly....beautiful his husband looked in that moment with that firelight so dancing upon his skin. How fortunate he was that in all the world he might have a being such as this to call his own. That very love so suddenly seeming to blossom all the more potently within the Monarch then. His gaze resting entirely upon his lovers own as Dorian reached forward then to catch the rim of Sebastian's own dress pants with his finger, that button and zip loosened before his fingers steadily eased those pants downward. Dorian wholly content to assist his lover in their removal entirely before his own figure so easily straddled Sebastian's lap. Such a position so allowing him to face his lover. That feeling of skin on skin at last nothing short of utterly satisfying.

"I am so in love with you."

Those very accented words were wholly thick with that simply want. Dorian's hands lifted to run through Sebastian's hair in that moment before settling behind his neck and fervently returning his lips to his husbands own in that wholly passionate kiss. Dorian readily seeking to deepen that kiss just as before and allow himself another taste of the venom. The Monarch so evidently more than willing to embrace that very taste and increase those very sensations of pleasure it afforded him. Sebastian alone so capable of that. His hips took that opportunity to shift, rocking forward to grind against Sebastian's own hardened length in that moment and offer them both that much desired friction. That exquisite feeling earning yet another soft moan against Sebastian's lips.