Dorian Ellington-AragonaThe King of Italy

There was something so decidedly audacious in those moments in which Sebastian's fingers so expertly slid not only that shirt from his figure but too, those dress pants and undergarments in turn to join that pile upon the dias. This was one such room in which Dorian had never before found himself without clothing. Nor had he ever truly imagined such a thing might ever come to pass and yet- the daring of that idea was alluring in every sense. That veritable brashness so prompting a further sense of arousal within himself not only for that very risk they so surely ran of being caught but too- the sheer idea of using the very throne of Italy alone! That, he was assured, was something even Ferdinand had so failed to ever do. Dorian finding he rather liked the idea of so taking his husband within that very seat. How distinctly...sexy it was. The Monarch decidedly pleased with the vampires idea this evening- even if those red threads would prove to be wholly unexpected. The Fae King so readily allowed that press of his lovers hand against his chest to guide him backward and towards that very chair. Dorian easing himself within it but a moment later as Sebastian lent over him once more. The Monarch truly eager for only more of those kisses as he so readily returned that gesture. His hand reached instinctively for his lovers bare chest in turn. Dorian utterly desiring to feel the hardened plains off his lovers chest and relish within that feeling of skin on skin he so desperately adored- only to find his fingers ensnared within Sebastian's own.

The Italian so hardly paid any heed to the manner in which his lover guided his hand back to that arm. The Monarch all but lost within that near exquisite taste off Sebastian's lips and those very wants that tugged potently at him. That kiss was abruptly broken as the vampire leaned but slightly away to afford him those decidedly husky lyrics. That distinct and thickened British accent so having a habit of tainting his lovers words in those moments of arousal in a fashion Dorian found he quite adored. The very tenor of Sebastian's voice alone in those moments so prompting those desires for more. His mind, perhaps, near sluggish to grasp the very meaning behind those words he was offered. Dorian near assured that this was a promise he could surely keep. He would never quite think the same of that chair again. Indeed every time he sat within it- it would surely be the taste of his lovers lips he remembered. Along with the feeling of that softened fabric against his bare skin. Dorian quite content to offer those very words of promise in turn before the first of those threads so suddenly appeared to bind his wrist. The silver of his gaze turned inquisitively toward that very knot, Dorian so barely afforded a chance to examine it before his free hand was afforded that same treatment and bound fast to the other arm of the chair. The Monarch so briefly testing the very tightness of those threads if only to see how much movement Sebastian intended to allow him. Decidedly little, it would seem. Those knots unyielding. How very....frustrating this might yet prove to be- in the best of ways. Sebastian so normally subject to those very binds and yet, perhaps that was his lovers very intention in this- to so switch their roles in a fashion.

The Monarch's gaze shifted away from those red threads then to meet his lovers own. Sebastian appearing decidedly proud of his efforts in this as the vampire eyes roved across his very figure. How decidedly appealing it was to have his lover eye him with such want. Dorian unable to deny that very arousal he found within the mere notion of that view Sebastian was surely presented with. His figure so already beginning to respond to the weight of the vampires gaze alone before his lover so smoothly lowered himself to his knees. A wholly genuine surprise so flickering upon the Monarch's features then. Dorian so hardly having anticipated that it might be his desires Sebastian not only intended to fill but that his husband so rather sort to be ordered to do so. The vampire, it seemed, more then willing to continue to engage in that game of sorts they had started. That very confusion upon the Fae Kings features was all-too quickly replaced with that near impish grin once more. It was decidedly rare, in every sense, that Dorian so allowed but any of that more dominant demeanor to so afflict his husband. After all, to his mind they were surely equal in near all things and yet if his lover so desired that they continue to fulfil those very roles if only for the purpose of exploring that very intimacy then he was surely capable of such. Dorian so eternally relishing in exploring all facets of those couplings. The Monarch assured that such was a desire he could readily fulfil. Dorian content to insist he knew but exactly what he wanted. How very fortunate he so hardly required the use off his hands. Sebastian wholly quick to agree to that sentiment. Dorian, in that moment, quite unaware of the very affect his words alone had so prompted within his husbands figure.

Sebastian was wholly quick to obey those veritable commands. Dorian near craving that return of his lovers lips once more as Sebastian so lent over him a second time. It was very near instinctive, that fashion in which his hands so seemed to forget those bindings and reach for his lover in turn- only to find themselves held in place. Wretched man Sebastian was! Those very frustrations at such bindings however were all but forgotten in the wake of his lovers hand so at least brushing against that most intimate part of himself. Dorian utterly unable to prevent that soft moan against his lovers lips as the vampire took him within his hand so readily. How glorious that touch! How exquisite that feeling! How readily he wanted only more of it! His own hips rolled forward in that moment in an effort to have his lover take more of him within his hand. Those well-practiced, sensual strokes prompting that ready firmness from his figure then. Those very attempts to move his hand and explore that chiseled physique off his lover hampered yet again as that first groan of frustration so found him. If he could not touch Sebastian then surely those very needs could be met in other ways.

Dorian's lips pulled gently away from his husbands own to issue those new demands. That breathlessness so beginning to taint his words as another groan so clawed free from his throat. The Fae King so seeking to have Sebastian's lips find all those places he so surely wished to explore Sebastian in turn. The vampire once more responding readily to those commands. It was striking, perhaps, the fashion in which the Fae King so readily felt that fluttering of utter love for his husband once more in that moment. That feeling near eclipsing as it so combined itself with those ready sensations Sebastian's lips further coaxed from him in turn and yet how potent that feeling was all the same. Dorian so readily allowed his own head to be tilted then. That press of Sebastian's lips to his neck was decidedly satisfying. The vampire working that tantalizing trail down his shoulder and across his collarbone. His very flesh so responding to those exquisite touches as that near shudder ran through his very body. How wholly sensitive his figure was beneath his lovers touch! Sebastian continued that trail readily downward then, his lips passing over his chest and nipple only to progress lower and lower still, that motion of the Englishman's hand was halted then only to grasp at the base of him before so finally enveloping him within the warmth and wetness off his lips.

That ready moan fell freely from his lips then. Dorian but briefly meeting his lovers gaze in those precarious moments. How utterly enticing that sight of Sebastian so positioned between his legs! The Monarch's gaze fluttered closed a moment later. Dorian content to relish in those sensations Sebastian alone so provided him as his head lent backwards in turn. His hips shifted again, Dorian seeking to find that rhythm with his lovers lips and so afford himself only more of that glorious friction. How easy it would be to so find that veritable high of pleasure with Sebastian's lips alone! The vampire as surely talented with his mouth as he was his hands and yet how decidedly he wished to explore those other ideas. His own gaze fluttered open once more as his lover shifted to loosen his own pants. Dorian so briefly eyeing that distinct firmness to Sebastian's physique in turn. That very knowledge of just how tantalizing his lover might find this alone wholly satisfying and yet- he was so hardly done with his husband just yet.

"I shall....need you to stop now."

Those words were near breathless in that utterance. Dorian assured he would hardly last any longer if his lover so continued with that touch of his lips and tongue in turn. The Fae King so struggling to align his thoughts in those moments as Sebastian ceased that very touch. Dorian's fingers gripping at that chair in an effort to fight for that very control. The Monarch reminded again how very useless his hands were here and now! Dorian inclined to wait no longer for what he desired then. That near impish grin returned to his lips to flutter but briefly across it as he eyed the vampire once more. Dorian taking but several moments to attempt to steady his own breathing before those accented words were offered.

"Slip your pants down a little further, a little more, but not off entirely, just enough so I might have what I need. Yes, like that."

He so waited for the vampire to do just as he had been told and slide his pants down just enough from his figure to expose his butt without so removing them entirely. The front off his lovers physique still largely hampered by those pants and yet- the Monarch intended just as such if only to prevent Sebastian's hands from so touching himself in those moments to follow. Dorian's gaze so lingering upon his lovers own then.

"You can take your place on my lap now- so I can take you entirely."

Sebastian, he knew, would surely be required to take that length of him within his hand once more to assist with that very positioning. That slickness his lovers lips had afforded him only moments before surely assisting with that very entry. Dorian so waiting for his husband to press himself into his lap and take him within himself before his hips rolled upward- assisting Sebastian only further in taking that length of him before the vampire's figure so encompassed him entirely and Sebastian's form rested upon his lap. How utterly exquisite that feeling of so being within his lover! That sensation so utterly incomparable to any other. That desire to move his hips all but demanding and yet he so afforded Sebastian those few moments all the same to adjust to that very sensation. Dorian leaning forward then to press his chest against his lovers back and his lips to the vampires shoulder. The Monarch so allowing those teasing kisses to work their way up his lovers neck before those words were uttered in a whisper near against the vampires skin.

"No biting, Bastian- and no touching yourself. I need you to be ready for what I plan after this. Here and now I simply intend to unashamedly make you my own entirely."

His own teeth teased at the skin off his lovers neck then. Dorian biting but softly at it before his hips so suddenly rolled upward again as much as they were able, the Monarch so seeking to prompt that movement within Sebastian himself. The vampire largely afforded that control of depth and speed in such a position and yet that roll of Dorian's hips in turn so readily sought to coax just what he desired from his lover. The Fae already assured he would so hardly last long. His form already seeking only more of that glorious sensation that tightness of his lovers figure so provided him. Several groans fell from him then in response to that sheer pleasure, each so punctuated with each small, quickening roll off his hips. The Monarch's lips continuing that trail of sensual kisses along his lovers neck, his breath surely hot against that skin. Dorian wholly content, tonight, to use Sebastian so entirely for his own pleasure as any King so surely would.....