Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy

It was salacious, the satisfaction he took within feeling the entire length of his lover so ready at the softest brush of his fingertips. How he adored being the only being allowed to fully stroke those fires of desire within his husband, the only being to bring the Monarch groaning to the edge of release, the very sounds he so sought to bring from the King's mouth even as he pressed his own lips with such feverish desire upon Dorian's. Sebastian was well aware of Dorian's body moving further against him, the Monarch's hips pressing forward in a clear effort to encourage more from him, and yet, he had every intention of denying his lover, for at least a little longer. He was selfish in that desire, perhaps, to find that very pleasurable peak alongside the fae King, those very sensations presently withheld for Sebastian himself, with those khaki dress pants still very much settled upon his hips, the outline of his own lustful urges surely visible with all Dorian had assaulted him with. The very proximity of Dorian's naked frame against his own surely only proved to further ignite the cravings within Sebastian, even as he pulled away from that sweet kiss he had all but demanded from the King.

He was hardly oblivious to his lover's reluctance as he pulled away from that kiss and yet, he was hardly done with his husband, not in the slightest. His own husky accent so freely voiced a vague acknowledgment of the excitement that Dorian was so effortlessly ignited within him. His own lips gingerly brushed across the delicate skin of his lover's neck, the vampire entirely aware of the blood that flowed just beneath the surface. It was a tantalizing tease for them both, the way his sharpened fangs so titillated Dorian's tender flesh. How he adored the taste of the King in his mouth, just as much as his husband too enjoyed that influx of feeling that his venom brought in its wake. The sound of Dorian's breath caused his lips to tilt upwards in a small, smug simper, and yet, tonight, he made no effort to pierce the King's honeyed flesh. Quite on the contrary, an idea of his own toyed with his thoughts. His own venom was at the ready, he could feel it, taste it within his mouth as it filled his saliva in a preparatory fashion. His very body was perhaps as ready for that bite as Dorian's own was. Instead, however, his form leaned away from the King, that groan of displeasure seemed to echo in the quietness of that dimly lit space.

Sebastian was hardly one to leave his lover unsatisfied in any fashion. Instead, his lips pressed against the King's own with renewed passion, the very brush of his tongue encouraged that deeper kiss he knew Dorian adored. The difference in the taste of that very kiss, however, hardly seemed to go unnoticed by the ever-perceptive fae. Dorian pulled away from that display of affection with distinct care, bewilderment clear within the depths of those silver eyes the Englishman so adored. For a moment, even Sebastian watched the King in an inquisitive fashion, curious to see if his venom, delivered in such a manner, still have a great enough impact upon his husband. He hardly expected that gentle touch of Dorian's hand against his own, stilling that steady encouragement of caresses. It seemed as if Sebastian was being distracting from those thoughts that lingered upon the forefront of Dorian's mind. He watched the way Dorian's features seemed to alter, that groan suddenly blossoming in the back of his throat at those very sensations seemed to course through the King in a fleeting wave. He could hardly help that almost proud simper upon his features and yet, it was Dorian's assurance that he enjoyed that kiss was the true measure of success, as far as Sebastian was concerned.

It was the soft press of Dorian's fingers against his chest that brought the vampire an almost unexpected sense of relief. He was certain he could hardly hold out against that teasing for much longer before he resorted to far more drastic actions. The very sentiment was one Dorian seemed to share as his husband's fingers worked with such dexterity at undoing the buttons of his shirt. His shoulders rolled ever so slightly, assisting in the removal of that article of clothing, the vampire tossing it to the floor to join that haphazard pile of clothing that had begun to surround them. He obliged all too readily to the brush of Dorian's palm against his now bare chest, the vampire falling backward into the welcoming embrace of the leather sofa. For a moment, Dorian seemed to pause, as the fae hovered above him, his gaze settled upon Sebastian alone. He was ignorant of that view Dorian seemed to so greedily relish in, the vampire merely affording his lover a look of vague inquisitiveness. After all, once started, it was decidedly rare for the King to suddenly pause in the midst of the grip of those passionate desires. Whatever so lingered upon the King's mind, however, hardly seemed worth concern, the sudden reaching for his own waistline surely assured him of such.

His hips rose at the soft brush of Dorian's fingers against his waist, the vampire clearly attempting to assist in the removal of those pants that, he was sure, had been on for far too long. There was certainly no denying the very hardness to his own figure, now that he lay bare beneath the hungry silver eyes of his own husband. His hands reached forward, eagerly assisting the King, should he need it as Dorian moved to straddle his lap, finally providing them that delicious feeling of skin on skin. It was, he was certain, his favorite feeling in the whole world. Those evenings were often looked forward to just for this, even without the sex and the lust. There was something so purely enjoyable of just feeling the King against him, that very feeling surely all the more as Dorian's hips began to press forward against him. He was aware, to some degree, of his lover's hands moving through his brunette locks. The King's very declaration of love was one Sebastian was determined to return, even despite the distraction of Dorian's body against his own and the groan that threatened to leave his lips. It was rare when the couple said those words and yet, Sebastian could hardly allow that sentiment to ever go unreturned - that simple need to ensure Dorian knew how loved he was in return was far more prominent than even the physical desires that assaulted him.

His lips eagerly met his lover's own, the vampire simply allowing the taste of his own venom to run rampant within his very saliva. After all, Dorian seemed to embrace that idea with readiness and, to be frank, Sebastian hardly saw a reason not to further the very satisfaction Dorian gained from each of those evenings they spent together. The soft groan upon his lover's lips as Dorian's his moved against his own prompted a similar sound from the Prince himself. That very touch of friction the first his overly sensitive frame was offered and how he desired more of it! That very desire for a sensation greater than the grinding of Dorian's frame against his own quickly took hold of the vampire, eventually prompting his hands to settle on the King's waist, gently, but firmly guiding the King upwards. He was quick to reposition beneath his lover, that very position one his lover seemed to readily recognize, even despite the slight variation of it. His crystalline blue eyes lingered upon the Monarch, simply watching as Dorian repositioned himself ever so slightly, only to ease himself downwards and on top of the vampire's figure in exactly the way he had so wordlessly requested. The very sensation of Dorian's form around him prompted a sharp intake of his own breath, only for Dorian's hips to press down and further against him. That very posture gave so much of the control to the fae King, from the tempo he set to just how deep Sebastian was allowed access to and yet, the very sensation of being enveloped by his husband so brought those groans to his lips even before Dorian's hips began to shift.

His hands remained stationary upon Dorian's hips, helping to provide some assistance to that steady motion whilst he so remained trapped beneath his lover, the vampire captive with every sway and forward movement of his lover's body against his own. He was distinctly aware of the King's own hardness against figure and yet, the sudden tightness that seemed to assault his lover resulted in a certain level of concentration required from the Englishman himself lest that very coupling end far before even he was ready. He hadn't anticipated exactly the effects the venom might have upon his lover, and, in turn, himself. Those pleasurable sounds reverberated from the back of his throat, the very sensations built with each roll of Dorian's hips against him, the fae quickening that pace in a fashion that saw Sebastian lean his head back against the leather sofa behind him, exposing the sensitive flesh of his neck. The soft, fluttering sensation of Dorian's lips against his skin brought that groan to his lips, his neck arched ever so slightly, his breath entirely unsteady. His own hand shifted in those final few moments, the vampire entirely aware of Dorian's figure tightening around him, suggesting the Monarch was, perhaps, just as close to that very edge as he was.

His fingers embraced the length of his lover one more, the sofa providing him a perhaps more reclined position then the bed previously had, allowing the vampire to fit his fingers between their slick frames. The press of Dorian's lips against his own caused his tongue to flick forward, giving his lover one last taste of that venom that was so distinct to Sebastian himself. That increased pace only caused his own hips to move ever so slightly as if encouraging that very release he found himself just on the brink of. His groans came with far more rapidness before one final thrust so brought the vampire plunging down the other end of that veritable peak as those sounds left his lip in that flurry of pleasure, "Oh, Dorian." His husband's name upon his lips in the very midst of that satisfaction.