Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy

It was evenings like these that Sebastian's world had begun to revolve around. Where once the vampire Lord had cared little for the warm body that happened to fill his bed, now his thoughts tended to be of singular focus. It was Dorian alone he sought when those urges so clawed at him, it was the King alone whom his attention seemed to gravitate to. His gaze was eternally content to rove the contours and planes of his lover's figure, drinking in the sight of the Monarch's exposed form as those clothes dropped with such painful slowness. Those very desires had already begun to take hold of him, even despite the enjoyment he took within the rhythmic way the King's toned figure flowed in time with each beat of that modern tune. It was easy to forget, sometimes, that Dorian was a capable dancer. It was so rare, in such an era as this, that such a skill was necessary and yet, he enjoyed his memory being re-freshened on that singular fact. He watched the warm glow of the fire behind his lover as it cast shadows on the King's skin, the honeyed glow wholly hypnotizing as Dorian turned to face him, the buttons of his formal shirt finally undone to reveal the entirety of the Monarch's chest, hidden only by the loosely hanging material.

How he yearned to touch his husband! How he desired to let his hands trail down that flawless flesh, to let his fingers trace the curves of Dorian's defined muscles only to inch ever so lower, just as his eyes did now. That dark hunger was surely obvious upon the vampire's features, that lust prompted his teeth to lightly run across his bottom lip in plain want. His crystalline blue eyes shifted upwards only at the sound of that Italian accent and yet, Sebastian was certain his self-control could last a little longer still. After all, Dorian had hardly finished what he had set out to do and the Prince was a still yet a willing participant. For a moment, his gaze lingered upon those unkempt locks before drifting down to the silver eyes he so often found himself getting lost within. Sebastian was hardly oblivious to the effect those husky words of encouragement seemed to have upon the King, the corner of those lips he so loved to kiss perked upwards at the corners. That very grin he was afforded held every ounce of the playful mischievousness that had so begun to define his lover. Dorian was, admittedly, particularly skilled in those matters of intimacy, keeping even the incubus eternally engaged night after night in a way he never thought he'd find again.

That gentle word of reassured seemed to be all his husband required to once again pick up the cadence of that music, his hips swaying erotically with the beat of the music, prompting the dress pants he wore lower and lower as the lost purchase upon his hips. He hardly anticipated that pivot he was given in those delicate moments before Dorian's fingers went to the elastic line of his boxers, that cotton material slowly slipped over the curves of his butt, revealing the very place the Englishman so enjoyed doting upon, even if he so rarely partook of the King in such a fashion. He was, however, entirely aware of how the simple sight of the King's skin prompted the blood within his figure to race to his loins, that very hardness caused him to shift in his seat ever so slightly, repositioning in an effort to find some measure of comfort. He was hardly surprised this time, as the King turned on the balls of his feet with that beat, only to reveal those pants still snuggly in place upon the front of his figure, exactly where Sebastian didn't want them to be. He could hardly help that soft sound on his lips, that chuckle upon the King's lips only prompted the vampire's own to press together ever so slightly. Dorian was, perhaps too good at this. Thankfully, it seemed he was hardly meant to be waiting long, a singular final shape of his husband's hips sent those pants falling to the ground in a pile around Dorian's feet, leaving but the red hue of those boxers in the way of all Sebastian wished to see.

He watched as Dorian near abandoned the melody of that music, instead leaning against the mantle of the fireplace with such a unhurried ease that it nearly reminded the vampire of the fae's own father. That small consideration hardly lingered long on his mind, however, as Dorian's fingers crept with confident listlessness up his thigh. It was, he was certain both a blessing and a curse that Dorian knew him so well in those short few years the pair had been together. He knew with such conviction those things that could incite that craving within him, and the very lengths at which Dorian could take his teasing before Sebastian's restraint all but collapsed to those lustful desires. The path of Dorian's fingers was surely a testament to such knowledge as his thumb brushed against the length of himself. The thin layer of his boxers failed to hide the clearly defined hardness that afflicted the Monarch, his body so quickly responding to even the touch of his own hand. Sebastian's eyes were steadfast in that singular gesture, the man inattentive, in those moments to how Dorian so watched him in turn. It was the hitched breath of the King's words that finally shattered his own self-control, worsened only by Dorian's hands as his lover slid those boxers further down, allowing him a glimpse of what so readily rested beneath that crimson fabric.

He was hardly attentive to that inquiry of what piece of clothing he should remove next. Rather, he was altogether quick to rise from the sofa, closing the distance between the pair with a hint of supernatural swiftness as his hand settled on the back of Dorian's neck. His lips fit against the Monarch's own in that feverish kiss, that sound he coaxed from his lover's throat only furthered his own arousal. His other hand shifted downwards, sliding against Dorian's skin till he met the edge of Dorian's boxers. In one swift motion, he pushed those boxers down and out of his way, even as Dorian's arms moved to wrap around his neck, drawing him closer so little space existed between their figures. His hand moved purposefully, embracing the King within his palm and yet, the caresses of his touch were meant to deny his husband that satisfaction he surely sought. The gasp within Dorian's throat prompted a small twitch to his own features and yet, he could feel how readily Dorian pressed his hips into that touch, as if encouraging him to give more than those playfully teasing touches. Sebastian pulled away from that kiss temporarily, those husky words of want only further emphasized by his English accent. He was well aware of how Dorian's gaze shifted downwards and yet, he hardly gave the King time to let those words form before Sebastian's lips continued their purposeful assault.

His mouth pressed gingerly against the slope of Dorian's neck, only for his lips to part, the sharp edges of his fangs brushed against his skin. That very dance so easily turned on its head. For all Dorian knew of his own fancies, Sebastian was equally as knowledgeable of those very things that brought arousal to his husband in turn. He could hear that sharp intake of the King's breath and the flutter of his heart. He could feel that brief tenseness that seemed to afflict his figure, as if he was innately preparing for that plunge of Sebastian's teeth and the fleeting flicker of pain. He was aware of the firmness that suddenly seemed to afflict his lover within his hand and yet -- for now, Sebastian was content to continue that very denial, another notion so teased at the corner of his thoughts. Slowly, the vampire pulled away, altogether aware of his own venom that lay so at the ready to provide what Dorian so desperately sought. That soft groan upon the King's lips only furthered the very taste of that poison within his saliva, one he was willing to foster as a vague inquisitiveness filled his thoughts. His mouth pressed once again against Dorian's own, his tongue tentatively brushed in a languid manner across Dorian's lips, encouraging him to part them. With such distinct care did his tongue explore his lover's mouth, brushing against Dorian's own to deliver that very venom in an entirely new fashion, without that immediate rush into his bloodstream, this somehow...softer and slower.

He hardly fought his lover as Dorian pulled away from him, eying him with a small glimpse of confusion. The brush of Dorian's hand against his prompted his own fingers to freeze and yet, he merely eyed the King with a look of curiosity. That soft moan that suddenly seemed to assault his lover prompted an almost smug look from the vampire himself, the man certain that Dorian was feeling that very gift he had given him, even if it was taking hold upon his lover far faster than he had anticipated it might. That sudden simper upon Dorian's lips only furthered the Sebastian's own. The breathless utterance of his husband's desire was a feeling he knew particularly well. How he desired that very closeness that could come from that coupling alone! Especially after being denied not once, but twice from the fae! He hardly had a chance to reply before Dorian stepped forward, pressing his palm against Sebastian's chest, his fingers quickly undoing the buttons of his shirt. Sebastian's shoulders rolled with his lover's hands, assisting in pulling that shirt from his broader shoulders. That soft shove was all that was necessary to send Sebastian back into the embrace of the leather sofa, his crystalline gaze staring upward his lover as Dorian hovered over him.

For a moment, his head tilted to the side, curious of those thoughts that seemed to linger upon Dorian's mind as his husband stood over his shirtless frame. Fortunately, he hardly had to wait long before Dorian reached forward, catching the rim of his dress pants with his fingers. Sebastian's hips lifted upwards, fully intending to assist as Dorian undid the button and the zipper, tugging them from his figure. What a welcomed relief it was - to be free of that final restrictive article! His figure repositioned ever so slightly as Dorian moved forward to straddle his lap, granting the pair that very touch of flesh in the places that so greatly desired it. "I love you too." Those words where muttered on his lips as Dorian's hands ran through his hair, his lips falling with eagerness against Dorian's own. His mouth parted, letting his lover have that very access he sought to both his mouth and that venom that laced his very saliva. His hands reached downwards, settling upon his lover's hips, only further helping to encourage the movement of the King's body against his own. His own breath seemed to hitch at that friction he was afforded, a soft sound reverberated in the back of his throat, mixing with the King's own melody. That foreplay was clearly not needed for either of the men, Dorian himself having done enough work to prepare that desire with such feverency. After several lingering moments, Sebastian's hands gingerly encouraged his lover upwards, the vampire pulling away from the kiss as he repositioned ever so slightly beneath the King, his hand grasping himself with the clear intention of assisting his husband in settling on top of him, that very position so resembling that night after their wedding and yet, it seemed almost fitting that their honeymoon should end in the same way it had begun.