Dorian Ellington-AragonaThe King of Italy

There was something so decidedly endearing in Sebastian's efforts to play the role of that terribly distressed farmer if only to allow Dorian himself to have but a chance at performing those royal duties of the past he had been denied by both fate and misfortune alike. He could hardly help that fluttering of warmth that danced within his chest at his husbands willingness to indulge in such trivial frivolity and yet how he adored him for it! It was all-too easy to fall back into those age-old speech patterns that Sebastian had (unknowingly to Dorian) so finally managed to break him from. The Monarch taking that praise off his generosity with Kingly grace as his head nodded in agreement to that very sentiment before he so declared those very tasks he might surely require from his lover if that quest for a goat was to be fulfilled. Dorian quite unable to prevent that clear amusement he took form such an idea lingering upon his features despite the efforts of both Vampire and Fae to play those parts with a falsified seriousness. Sebastian's desire to approach that very dias he stood upon was met with that ready permission. The Monarch wholly eager to have Sebastian prove himself worthy of such rewards. Dorian leaning into the sweet kiss he was afforded as Sebastian's hands settled either side off his neck. His husband so acting to deepen that very kiss in just the fashion Dorian adored best. That soft sound of satisfaction tugging within the back off his throat as he relished that taste and the feel of Sebastian's fingers grazing his stomach and toying with the hem of his pants. How simple those very touches, how fleeting and yet how who entirely tantalizing they could be in turn! Dorian's very figure near trained to respond to those touches, no matter how brief. That desire from more begging to tug determinedly at him before Sebastian so gently pulled away if only to inquire about his willingness to forgo sheets.

For several moments that look of near bafflement so lingered upon his features. Dorian so struggling to perceive just what his lover desired in that moment before the vampires ardent gaze drifted to linger on the throne itself. The Monarch's eyes raising ever so slightly at that clear want. Such a thing was decidedly...daring in every sense. That room was incapable of locking, the chance of another so entering that room was unlikely and yet still not impossible. More so, that very throne had unlikely ever been used in quite such a way. A fluttering of nervousness so stirring within him and yet to, he could hardly deny how very appealing that daring was all at once. The Fae King, for all his gentle nature and genteel demeanor was, more often than not, inclined to try but all manner of things when it so came to those more intimate activities. His wholly curious nature so content to combine with that simple desire for Sebastian in turn to prompt that ready agreement to that idea. The Monarch's silvered gaze turned back towards his lovers own then as Sebastian so insisted he would not disappoint. A soft simper tracing Dorian's own lips.

"See that you don't."

His fingers reached easily forward then to tug his husband closer. Dorian wholly desiring that feel of Sebastian against him as his lips all-too eagerly found the vampires own. The Monarch coaxing that deeper kiss from his lover then if only to allow his tongue to find the sharpened point of Sebastian's favoured right fang. How easy it was to press but the tip of his tongue against it in turn and coax that blood to well to the surface. Even but a mere drop of that crimson liquid so often prompting those more carnal desires within his lover. Sebastian, as always, ever-quick to respond just as Dorian so desired. His husband leaning further into his embrace only for Dorian to pull but slightly away and allow that blood to paint his lips in that singular sweep of his tongue across them. The Monarch eagerly returning to that kiss once more. His hands so effortlessly sliding between the material off his lovers dress pants and skin to bring him closer still as Sebastian so gently caught Dorian's top lip between his own to draw that blood from it. Those first notes of pleasure so easily coaxed from Sebastian's figure nothing short of exquisite to hear.

That brush of Sebastian's own hands to his chest was hardly ignored, Dorian shifting ever so slightly to better allow his husbands hands to find the buttons of that shirt and began to undo them one by one was a practised ease until it hung loosely from his figure. The Fae King wholly content to relish in that feel of Sebastian's lips against his own as the vampire sought to draw that blood from his top lip in turn- that very sensation alone truly satisfying. The first of those soft groans easily parted his lips in the moments that followed. Dorian leaning readily into his lovers touch as Sebastian's hands explored each of those toned plains off his stomach and chest. How glorious that feeling! How much more of it he wanted! That shirt easily pushed from his figure to tumble to the floor. He was near reluctant to allow Sebastian to step away from him then. Dorian allowing his own hands to slip from the vampires figure in turn only for Sebastian to reach for his pants and begun to undo that button. The Monarch eagerly taking that opportunity to reach for Sebastian's shirt in turn. His fingers deftly working at those buttons with that very desire to feel the vampires flesh against his own. Dorian pushing Sebastian's shirt from his fit figure to join that pile upon the floor before stepping out of his own pants as Sebastian pushed them from his hips. The Monarch so hardly anticipating that hand against his chest then. His lover so seeking to coax him backward then. Dorian wholly willing to fulfil that request then and seat himself upon his own throne. This the very first time in but all his five centuries of existence he had ever sat upon it with no clothing at all. How decidedly curious it was.

Such considerations so hardly lasted long however. The return of Sebastian's lips to his own all but obliterating any further thoughts as Dorian eagerly returned that gesture, his own hand reaching upward to explore those chiseled muscles off his lovers physique in turn. That very feeling alone so decidedly arousing. Even after Sebastian had so shared his bed more times than any other his desire for his husband was near insatiable. His was wholly denied but any further touches then, Sebastian's fingers threading through his own only to guide his hand to the arm of that chair and the golden griffin whom held it aloft. Those decidedly husky words so capturing his attention then and yet, the sudden sensation of so having his wrist bound so readily stole that reply from him. Dorian eyeing those red threads curiously before his free hand so found itself guided to the remaining chair arm- only to be bound in turn. Sebastian content to release his hands then and yet the Monarch so remained tied to his own throne. How that very imagery must look! Dorian so momentarily tested the very strength of those threads as Sebastian stepped backward to survey his work. The Fae king unable to prevent that simper of amusement that so came from his predicament all the same nor those very feelings of want Sebastian's gaze alone so stirred within him. How utterly arousing it was to have even his lovers eyes upon him in that moment. His figure, in that moment, so surely giving away that growing desire he had for the vampire.

"That, Mon Cher, I can promise you."

He offered softly. His very thoughts upon that chair so already altered near dramatically from what they had been before and in simple anticipation of what he was assured was to come. Those further words were once more halted upon his lips as Sebastian so unexpectedly knelt before him- taking up that game of sorts once more. That very query on what he desired so prompting that look of inquisitiveness to his features once more before that very notion of what Sebastian so wanted in turn seemed to strike him. It was decidedly rare, in any sense, for the Monarch to take up that more kingly demeanor with his own husband. After all, Sebastian was most assuredly his equal and yet he had so never truly considered, until that moment, that for the purpose of those more intimate activities alone Sebastian might take pleasure in so continuing that game of sorts they had started tonight. That understanding of sorts so readily seeming to dawn within him before that near impish simper returned to his features. Ah, but he knew so exactly what he wanted! How wholly....curious it might be to so demand it from his lover all the same. Yet, how willing he was to indulge within that new experience.

"Oh, I know what I want. I intend to take it to. How fortunate I don't need my hands."

That simper so continued to linger upon his features, Dorian wholly content to pause then, as if he was so required to consider just what he might demand form his lover even if he surely already knew. That very image of Sebastian so kneeling before him so wholly appealing all at once. That very want so tugging at him more and more potently still. His slate-hued gaze resting upon his husbands own.

"I want your lips on my own and your hands upon me. I plan to take your right here in this chair but I will need to be ready for it first. After that- I have another plan."

His head nodded but briefly downward in clear gesture to that part of himself that most desperately desired his lovers touch to achieve that firmness so required off him. Dorian waiting for Sebastian to rise then. His lips eagerly meeting his husbands own to relish in that utterly glorious taste once more. That veritable sensation of that kiss prompting only more of those pleasurable sounds within the back off his throat before Sebastian's hand so firmly encompassed that length of himself. That feeling so utterly blissful. Dorian incapable of holding back that moan then against Sebastian's lips, his hips lifting then to offer the vampire only more of himself. Those red threads that bound his wrists so denying him that chance to run his fingers through Sebastian's hair as he desired and yet who wholly pleasurable it was so proving to be to have Sebastian do just exactly as he pleased. Dorian so deepened that kiss once more. Those very strokes off his lovers hand so readily prompting that firmness to Dorian himself. How gloriously talented Sebastian was with his hands! Dorian's near instinctive desire to move his own and touch Sebastian in turn readily seeing his wrists pull against that thread once more. The Monarch pulling softly away from that kiss then. That breathlessness so beginning to taint his words then.

"I need your lips on my neck, my chest and...all the way down to where your hands are. I want your lips there to...take as much of me as you can."