Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

Crowned Prince of Italy

It was, perhaps, no secret between the royal couple that the Englishman was a particularly audacious lover - often equally as willing to enjoy those couplings in unorthodox places with creative positions. A sense of meekness was one the incubus distinctly lacked, the man unperturbed by the very notion that, while improbable, it was wholly possible someone might hold some desire to enter the throne room and, therefore, interrupt that intimacy between the King and his Prince. Rather, it was the simple assurance that such a position of clear authority had never been utilized in such a scandalous fashion that drew within him that deep seeded desire to cross those taboo lines. After all, how many could truly say they had indulged a ruling Monarch within his own throne? He was entirely aware of that adrenaline that seemed to race through his lover's body at the very suggestion, prompting an increased beat to the fae's heart and a rush of blood that so called to the vampire. Although Sebastian was ever the predator, his desires for closeness presently overrode any desires to feed. He yearned to feel Dorian's figure against his own just as he yearned to shower his husband with those very touches to showcase his own neverending affection for the fae. Sex was now just as much about that physical release as it was that emotional closeness it so provided him with the Monarch he found himself so obsessively smitten with.

That sense of anxiety within Dorian at the suggestion of something so new and unseemly was quick to pass before the Monarch readily accepted that suggestion. Sebastian's assurance that he would make every effort not to disappoint his husband seemed to prompt a ready response from the fae, one that caused a grin to dance, fleetingly, across his features. The gentle tug of Dorian's hands drew the the vampire closer as the King's lips pressed against his own in a wholly eager fashion. The soft caress of the Monarch's tongue against his lips cause his own mouth to part, allowing Dorian access to his mouth and the sharpened canines within. He was intently aware as Dorian's tongue so fondled his fang, the very proximity so habitually caused the vampire to still, as if worried his own movement might prompt some unintentional nick, even if he knew well, in some regard to his lover's intent. That drop of blood within his mouth and in his very saliva so immediately coaxed to life those far more primal desires, the vampire altogether quick to lean further forward against his husband as Dorian pulled away. It was, he was certain, cruel the way in which his lover so teased him! Particularly when he knew just those desires that he had created within the vampire!

It was the very sight of Dorian with blood stained lips that so immediately prompted action from Sebastian in turn. He was quick to pull the Monarch closer as he leaned forward, catching his lover's lips within his own. His own tongue brushed across his lover's captured lip, content to trace the very crevices of his lover's mouth in search for every drop of that wholly delectable substance. His hands, however, were hardly as content to remain still as they brushed down the cotton material of Dorian's dress shirt. The sudden press of his lover's hand against his bare skin prompted a soft sound from the back of Sebastian's throat and yet, the Prince was nothing if not determined to remove the clothing that so separated the pair. His fingers moved deftly to those buttons, undoing each and everyone with practiced ease till that shirt hung loosely from the Monarch's well defined shoulders. His fingers explored every contour of the King's muscular chest, adoring that very physique he touched as he pulled the King's top lip between his own, content to sweep away every droplet of blood. Slowly, his fingers worked their way upwards, only to push the soft material of his lover's shirt from Dorian's equally as muscular arms till it fell upon the floor, momentarily forgotten.

It was with some measure of regret that he finally pulled away from that intoxicating taste within his lover's mouth, his attention instead redirected to the dress pants upon Dorian's hips. His hands reached down for the button, undoing both it and the zipper as the fae's fingers reached out for his own oxford. The vampire was quick to assist in the removing of his own shirt, before his hands reached out to press both the King's slacks and undergarments to the floor. God, how he adored the very sight of Dorian's naked frame, ready for his enjoyment alone. His hand reached out, pressing against the middle of his lover's chest to gingerly guide the Monarch backwards and towards that throne that awaited them. It was, he anticipated, the first time Dorian had ever utilized that chair in a fashion such as this and yet, he so yearned to encompass but all of the Monarch's thoughts the next time they might be called to this very room for any true business for the welfare of his lover's country.

Sebastian leaned over the fae King, his lips pressing eagerly against Dorian's own as his lover's hands reached for his own chest. That very action so halted as Sebastian's fingers intertwined with the King's own. He guided his lover's hand towards the armrest of that golden chair, breaking from that kiss to offer a distinctly husky and equally as Britain tone. It was distinctly easy to reach for those crimson threads that fell within his domain, that satin cord quick to envelop Dorian's wrist before tying in a neat bow to bind his husband to the golden griffon beneath the arm of it. He was well aware of the fae's silver gaze as it fell inquisitively upon the first of those knots and yet, Sebastian hardly paused as he reached for the King's other hand, only to bind it too in a near similar fashion. For a brief moment, Sebastian stepped back, eying that very scene he'd so carefully crafted. How the mere sight of his husband bound in such a fashion prompted such distinct want within him, that very lust so sharply tugging at him as Dorian tested the tightness of his threads. He had admittedly little concern for their steadfast hold and yet, it was hardly the crimson threads that tugged so attentively to his crystalline gaze. Quite on the contrary, he enjoyed the very reaction his lover seemed to have at the mere weight of his eyes, even at Dorian's simple promise that he would surely never again look at his throne in the same fashion. Really, they might have to christen the next one too and yet, for tonight, Sebastian was content to merely focus upon the present.

Slowly, the vampire fell to his knees in front of the Monarch, only to make some effort to continue that game Dorian had started, inquiring with royal title as to what Dorian desired. Although Sebastian had always been an acute lover, to so thrust the very direction of their intimate activities vocally upon the King himself was a decidedly new twist, one he hoped might bring about that distinctly commanding side of the fae that he found so peculiarly arousing. His ultramarine eyes were wholly intent upon his King, simply watching as that glimpse of confusion crossed his lover's features, only to be followed quickly after with not just understanding but too a blatant kind of mischievousness. Dorian's sudden announcement that he knew well what he both wanted and so intended to take prompted a small glimpse of a simper upon the vampire's features and yet, he was altogether quick to agree with the King, as any good courtier did, "How very fortunate, sire." Sebastian hardly moved from that kneeling position all the same, his gaze altogether intent upon his lover at that faux contemplative pause. His eyebrow rose ever so slightly at his lover's announcement of that very plan and yet, it was the anticipation of being taken in that very chair that surely prompted that first glimpse of hardness within the vampire's physic in turn.

He said little of the very affect Dorian's words had upon him, instead reaily rising to comply with his lover's demands. His lips greedily pressed against the King's own before his hand reached downwards, taking the very length of the King within his palm. That pleasurable sound was so distinctly appealing, the Monarch's breath hot against his own lips as his fingers moved so purposefully, coaxing that very hardness to his lover's physic. The shift of the King's hips so surely assisted as Sebastian's hand slid down his lover's body, only to move once again upwards in a tenderly rhythmic fashion. He was well aware of the readiness his touch prompted within his hand, even as Dorian so strove to deepen their kiss all over again. He could hardly admit, all the same, that peculiar sense of enjoyment he so took in restraining the fae's desires to touch him, even if it was merely to taunt his lover in the fashion Dorian so often teased him. His own body, however, was less than thrilled, that desire readily rising within him as Dorian slowly pulled away, that breathlessness entirely discernable between those Italian accented words.

His gaze slowly tailed down the King's physic as he considered his lover's request and yet, Sebastian merely responded in an almost dutiful fashion. "Yes, Your Majesty." His free hand rose, gingerly tilting his lover's chin upwards to give him free reign of the sensitive skin of the King's neck. His lips pressed tenderly against the slope of Dorian's neck, moving slowly from the King's jawline all the way down to his collarbone. Slowly, he shifted back towards his knees as he continued that trail downward, his tongue but briefly passing over his lover's nipple before moving further downward still. Carefully, the vampire positioned himself between the fae's legs, those bright blue eyes but briefly darted upwards towards the King before those strokes of his hand ceased, merely reaching for the base of his lover to better hold the fae. His lips parted before he slid the length of the fae Monarch into his mouth, eternally careful of his fangs before his tongue brushed tantalizingly alongside the King. It took him but a moment before the vampire began to move with a far more steady cadence. If only Dorian knew how much that this so excited him in turn! His own pants wholly uncomfortable now, prompting his free hand to shift downwards and undo that very button, his zipper following in suit in some search of relief from those growing wants.