Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy

The sweet sensation of the length of Dorian's hardness rubbing against his own was nothing short of alluring, even though Sebastian hardly required any further doting teasing to achieve ample erectness. The friction of the King's rolling hips provided him the first glimpse of any real satisfaction and yet, it failed to sedate those desires that had already taken a hold of him. Dorian had proved to be nothing short of an effective erotic dancer when the desire struck him and yet, it was a skill that he was wholly content to selfishly keep for himself. His hands moved towards his lover's hips with a certain sort of firmness as he eased his lover upwards, giving them just the space between their ready frames to reposition into far more desirable fashion. His own hand easily embraced himself, holding himself still and firmly in place before those crystalline blue eyes turned upwards towards his lover in an almost expectant fashion. He hardly bothered to voice those desires, utterly assured that Dorian would understand those wordless needs. The warm simper upon the King's features seemed to suggest such as the memory of their wedding night danced across both of their minds. It only seemed fitting to end that honeymoon in the exact sort of way it had started.

That slow downward ease of Dorian's frame against him provided just the angle he needed to allow that entrance into his husband. The very tightness of the King's body surrounding him prompted a soft inhale of breath from the vampire himself. He allowed his lover that brief moment the King needed to adjust to that feeling before Dorian continued to lower himself against the vampire, until the Prince was so completely enveloped by his husband's frame. Even he could hardly help that groan from his lips at that feeling alone, that sound only all the more potent as Dorian began to shift against him, the fae quick to find his own pace at the roll of his hips with Sebastian freely at his mercy. His hands remained settled upon his lover's waist, encouraging the thrust of Dorian's hips whilst providing some means of keeping his lover balanced with each movement. He was wholly aware of the length of Dorian brushing against his stomach and yet, for the time being, Sebastian found himself unable to dote that attention upon the King he might otherwise once have. The fight tightness that seemed to eclipse him in waves so quickly stole his breath away, requiring a certain level of concentration from the vampire. He had never anticipated his venom would affect them quite like this!

His head leaned back against the sofa at those very sensations that assaulted him, the very action revealed the vampire's pale pristine neck. He was well aware of Dorian's form shifting against him, even despite the continued movement of the King's hips, there was a distinct difference to that feeling. A groan reverberated upon his lips at that small shift, his own breath increasingly lost its steady tempo at that assault of pleasure. Dorian's lips against his neck only furthered those sounds the King coaxed from him as Dorian nibbled at that ever sensitive flesh. He was distinctly aware of that shift within his lover, the tightness to the King's frame around him afforded him the smallest bit of forewarning of just how close Dorian was, a feeling he could not deny he shared. His lips passionately met his husband's own in those final moments, only for his hand to leave Dorian's hip, sliding between the closeness of their bodies in search of his lover's ever-increasing need. His fingers roved gently against Dorian's own arousal before fully embracing him, his hand strove to match that very rhythm the King had set, that very pace he only found himself seeking to further in those tender moments.

Those final firm thrusts sent his lover falling over the edge, the very sensation of Dorian's own satisfaction quickly brought way to Sebastian's own undoing, resulting in that exquisite release within his husband that he had desired for so long. Dorian's name was moaned upon his lips within those final moments, his own member near throbbing in the midst of all those feelings that assaulted him. He was vaguely aware of his own name uttered over and over again amongst the King's gasping moans, the very sound of it was more akin to a euphoric music within his ears. His chest rose and fell in an unsteady fashion, his heart fluttered in his chest in a way almost mortal. The aftermath of that sex somehow blissfully tranquil. His body was slick with sweat, marred by those bodily fluids and yet, Sebastian hardly seemed all that rushed to move in the wake of that intimacy. Quite the opposite, he seemed to bask in that closeness as Dorian's hand fell against his chest, his lover equally as afflicted with the aftermath of all they had done.

His gaze fluttered towards his husband's sterling irises as Dorian slowly leaned forward, his lips brushed in an almost exhausted fashion against the King's own, surely mirroring the languid caress Dorian afforded him. Sebastian shifted only so slightly as Dorian's fingers brushed against his forehead, moving aside those locks that had gone so astray in the heat of the moment. For a moment, he was content to merely remain where he was, with Dorian leaning against him, their breath the only sound over the crackling of the fireplace and the speakers of the iPad. Though Dorian's own chosen song had already come and gone, the one that presently played caused his eyebrows to furrow ever so slightly in a small glimpse of surprise. "I didn't know you liked this band." He admitted softly, decidedly curious of his lover's taste in the music of their current era. He was hardly prepared for the King's sudden shift as he eased himself gingerly upwards, the action alone prompted a soft groan from his lips, his body still decidedly sensitive in the wake of that pleasure the pair had found together. Even so, he hardly stopped the King as Dorian made himself comfortable on the sofa beside him. He was entirely aware of Dorian's side pressing into his, the vampire content to simply lean against the King, letting his head rest upon Dorian's shoulder as his eyes settled on the dancing flames in front of them.

Sebastian glanced upwards only at the sound of the Italian's accent, a small bemused simper settled on his features. "Perhaps next time then, I will make use of one again, my love." He uttered softly, utilizing those very words Dorian himself so often uttered to him. Next time, maybe it was his turn to provide that very idea. It was that sudden faltering of the grin upon Dorian's lips, however, that caused Sebastian's eyebrows to furrow in a small glimpse of concern. Briefly, he shifted upwards, no longer leaning against the fae in the same lazy fashion he had just moments before. The sudden widening of Dorian's gaze only furthered those tendrils of worry - at least, until that groan left the King's lips, causing his own head to fall back on the sofa in what was clearly a wave of utter gratification. His head leaned back against his lover's shoulder, altogether aware of the beating of Dorian's heart as that breathlessness returned to his figure, only for the sound of laughter to leave the King's lips, prompting a simper upon Sebastian's own features as he glanced upwards towards his lover. "I had assumed as much, though you worried me for a moment." He admitted, his hand reaching out only for his fingers to gingerly intertwined within Dorian's own, that very care he held for his husband so eclipsing in those moments after.

That sudden comment caused a soft snort to leave his nose, undignified as it was. "I fear it may be too difficult." He muttered, his free hand reaching towards his lover's features as he shifted upon the sofa. His thumb tenderly caressed the King's jawline as he leaned towards the man, his lips delicately taking Dorian's bottom lip between them in a gentle, sweet kiss. Those very touches of affection were ones he was more than willing to give over and over again, the vampire almost disappointed that the following evening was already planned for them. What he wouldn't give for just another day alone, entangled in the bedsheets with his newly wedded husband.