Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

Crowned Prince of Italy

It was a novel concept for the two men, that imaginary play the Italian King had initiated between them, one that near inevitably led to those heated touches and decadent kisses. How he adored the very sensation of the King's figure beneath his hands! That craving Sebastian held for his aristocratic husband was near neverending, easily rising with the gentlest of coaxing till that coupling all but consumed his very thoughts, prompting a decidedly risque notion upon the forefront of his mind. Dorian, for all the King's boldness, seemed quick to embrace his scheme, even if his husband hardly understood the full depths of all Sebastian intended for their evening. How easy it was to pull their game into their more intimate moments as he vampire settled upon his knees before his reigning Monarch. That glimpse of confusion that danced across his husband's features was all but fleeting, replaced readily with an impishness comprehension as Dorian all but assured him that he knew exactly what he desired - much less that he had every intention of taking both it and Sebastian himself within that very throne. If only Dorian knew how distinctly arousing that idea might be!

The vampire readily gave in to the first of his husband's instruction, his lips once again finding the fae's own as his hand dripped further lower between Dorian's legs. His fingers brushed almost teasingly against the length of Dorian's already firm figure, only to take the fae King completely within his palm. His touch was altogether purposeful, Sebastian content to further bring about that readiness without truly providing the satisfaction his lover so surely sought. Sebastian was hardly oblivious to the way Dorian momentarily fought against the tight grip of his crimson threads, that touch so simply denied. Even so, it was the very sound upon his husband's lips that drew the vampire's attention, the Englishman all the more inclined to only further prompt that melody he so greatly enjoyed hearing. A small simper fluttered across his features as he felt Dorian's hips shift against his hand, clearly encouraging him onward with those taunting strokes he so provided the King. He could certainly feel the want that afflicted his husband - even before Dorian pulled away from those wolly distracting kisses. That breathlessness was all but clear within the King's throat as he gifted the fae one final caress, the very sensation of which only seemed to prompt another groan upon the Monarch's lips.

The directive he was given in the wake of those needs he'd induced within his husband prompted a small smirk of smugness upon his features and yet, he made every effort to comply near immediately. His hand reached for the King's chin to gingerly guide Dorian's head upwards - granting him access to the smoothness of his lover's neck. His lips kissed a genteel trail down the slope of his husband's nape, pressing against his collarbone only to feel that shudder that ran down the length of the King's spine. The brush of the vampire's lips continued downward, tracing the Monarch's muscular figure as he slowly trailed descended down to that very place Dorian so desired his attention. His touch ceased as he grasped the very base of his lover, glancing upwards at his husband before Sebastian's lips parted to slide the length of the Monarch within his mouth. He could still remember the very first time he had so undone his lover in such a fashion as this - nestled upon the sofa within his husband's bedroom. It had hardly taken him long to learn exactly the sort of movements that brought the fae King to the very brink of that satisfaction. His bright blue eyes but briefly met the silver hued irises of the Monarch before his tongue finally began to brush alongst the very length of the fae.

He watched as Dorian's eyes fluttered close, the fae clearly unable to withstand those very sensations for very long before his hips began to shift, clearly making some effort to match the rhythm Sebastian had set. That very action alone only further encouraged the very depths of the King within his mouth and yet, in this, Sebastian was particularly well experienced at. He adored the very sound of breathlessness he could coax upon Dorian's lips, accompanied with those musical groans that spoke of just how close the Monarch surely was. He had little qualms, surely, of so finishing the fae in such a fashion and yet, those actions had undeniably brought a ready arousal within the incubus himself. His dress pants were increasingly uncomfortable as they clung far too tightly to his frame, as far as Sebastian was concerned. Despite his efforts to maintain that very cadence, Sebastian shifted between his lover's legs just enough for his hand to fiddle with the button and zipper upon his own pants. That relief was, admittedly, rather mild in comparison to the vampire's own ever increasing desires and yet, for now he was willing to ignore such cravings in his pursuit of subjecting his husband to those pleasurable sensations.

Sebastian glanced upwards at those accented words, the vampire almost slow to draw his lover from his mouth, only to afford the Monarch one final lick from the base of him all the way down to the very tip. "As you wish." The vampire uttered softly, his cheek resting lightly upon the fae's inner thigh as he watched with a hint of amusement as Dorian so seemed to grip those intricately carved arms he was bound to. Control, it seemed, was a quickly fleeting thing. His gaze never once left the fae as that glimpse of impishness slowly returned to the Monarch's fair features. How easy it was to get lost within that striking hue of silver! Sebastian merely waited, the very good peasant that he so strove to be, as Dorian steadied his own breathing, just enough to voice his next desires. The vampire slowly rose, his fingers slowly pushing down the hem of his pants. "Here?" He inquired as he glanced upwards briefly, as if searching for some hint of approval from his husband before Dorian coaxed him to push them even further down. It was that very suggestion that Dorian merely desired that material low enough to have access to that very part he desired that prompted some level of understanding within the vampire, pushing them down low enough to expose the creamy flesh of his butt.

Sebastian could hardly deny just how the suggestion of his place upon Dorian's lap furthered his own readiness. Dorian had, after all, promised to utilize the gilded chair in the depths of those ardent needs - this very moment one that he had waited for. A small simper crossed the vampire's features as he leaned forward, taking his lover within his hand only to press his lips fleetingly against the fae Monarch's own. "How gracious of you to allow it." The vampire teased, only to turn and positioning himself just where Dorian so desired him. Gravity, it seemed was their very friend, in this as Sebastian's figure slowly descended to slide the entirety of his husband within him. The shift of Dorian's hips in an effort to assist prompted a soft groan upon his lips as his body readily adjusted to that familiar sensation. He shifted ever so slightly as his husband shifted forward just enough to press his bare chest flush against Sebastian's spine. The vampire was well aware of Dorian's lips upon his shoulder, teasing his skin as Dorian's mouth slowly trailed upwards towards the all too sensitive skin of his neck. A soft groan left his lips as that simple sensation combined with the depths of Dorian within him, even in spite of their present stillness.

His head turned at the sensation of Dorian's breath against his flesh as the fae whispered softly those very restraints he so intended to place upon Sebastian. "The things you do to me..." The vampire muttered in some vague complaint of all that he was denied, much less the far greater effort that might be required to reach that pleasurable high he too so desperately wanted - at least, until Dorian mentioned his need for readiness after this - after the fae had made the Englishman his own in a language near as old as time itself. "I am always yours alone." The vampire responded, his voice hardly more than a soft murmur and yet, he adored that very idea of being claimed by the Monarch perhaps more than he cared to admit. Dorian's teeth against the delicate skin of his neck, accompanied by the roll of his lover's hips prompted a groan to fall from his mouth and yet, his lover's request was near silently understood. His hands reached for the arms of the chair, slipping beneath Dorian's own forearms to grip the gilded edges. In this, his own vampiric form was near beneficial, allowing him such precise control of those movements in a fashion that never quite seemed to exhaust him.

The Italian Prince cherished each and every sound he induced from his lover's lips between those kisses Dorian showered his flesh with. His husband's breath was entirely warm against his all too cold skin, prompting the occasional shudder as his skin found some resemblance of heat beneath the King's grasp. With each forward roll of Dorian's hips against his body, Sebastian found himself all the more frustrated at the presence of his own dress pants. The cloth material entirely in the way of any true hint of satisfaction he might find, though his own distinct readiness was surely clear in the outline within the material, accompanied with a distinct wetness that so accompanied his ever increasing wants. Those very desires and the promise of that release that might had been granted to him after only made the vampire all the more eager to bring his lover that pleasurable high, even if his own efforts were surely not needed in the wake of the tightness of his frame. God, how good it felt! And yet, how Sebastian only wanted more, the groans that left his lips surely gave way his own desire.