Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

Crowned Prince of Italy

How musical those sounds upon his lover's lips were! That hint of breathlessness seemed quick to afflict the fae King as Sebastian slid the length of his lover in an out of his mouth in a rhythmic fashion, one helped by the steady movement of Dorian's own hips. He was entirely aware of Dorian's fingers tightly gripping the sides of the chair. The King's gaze fluttered open only as Sebastian shifted, loosening the dress pants that still hung upon his waist. His own present state of arousal was distinctly conspicuous. The so rarely glimpsed authoritative side of his usually genteel husband was peculiarly enticing, the fae's confidence and assurance so particularly fetching. The panted command afforded to him in those moments later made it difficult to cease the caresses of his tongue. The vampire almost reluctant to comply as he slowly pulled Dorian from his mouth, only to provide his husband with one final caress of his tongue. He so unabashedly relished in undoing his husband in such a fashion! That groan as a direct result of his own actions prompted a small smug simper on his lips as his cheek rested against his husband's thigh, simply waiting for what his King might so desire next.

He was, admittedly, far more eager to shift those all too restrictive pants upon his waist, that is, until the vampire discovered the very position Dorian so desired them in. His own groin all but demanded some level of attention, prompting a rarely seen fidgeting to the usually composed Englishman. Sebastian was entirely aware of Dorian's lingering gaze upon his form. Ever since the first evening he had found the fae on the streets of Sacrosanct, he had relished in those moments such as this when he exclusively held Dorian's attention - when the King's eyes were settled upon him alone! Even after all these years, even after those promises taken at the altar, that had not changed in the slightest. Sebastian was, admittedly, overjoyed at that directive to finally take his own place perched within Dorian's lap. How he desired the very feeling of his lover within him! He leaned forward, his lips pressing but sweetly one final time against the Monarch's own as Sebastian reached down to grasp the fae again. It took him a moment to position himself and the Monarch in the way he so required before the vampire eased himself downwards, the press of Dorian's own his assisting as Dorian entered him.

The very sensation prompted a soft sound upon his lips as Dorian pressed the entirety of himself within the Prince. It took him a moment to truly adjust to the very firmness and readiness of his lover, his own fit figure distinctly tight in every way. Dorian's slightly movement brought his husband's chest flush against Sebastian's bare spine, that sensation of his lover's skin against his own was distinctly pleasing. He was well aware of the press of his husband's lips against his the all too sensitive flesh of his neck and yet, even this hardly prepared him for those final rules he was given, rules that he could hardly help but to groan in protest. The press of Dorian's teeth against his skin, coupled with his lover's correction caused his crystalline gaze to shift towards that impish glimpse he was given. If only Dorian knew just how those words so teased him! That denial of his own satisfaction all the more difficult to abide by at that moment. "So you do...My King." He muttered, his accent all the more potent within those husky tones. Despite how much of a struggle it might be to deny himself all the further, for Dorian alone he was willing to forgo that pleasure for some time longer.

The fae King's uttered intention to claim Sebastian as his own only further prompted that very tightness within him, such words so distinctly pleasing, archaic though such a concept was. Sebastian was, after all, a traditionalist at heart. Even so, he took that singular moment to remind the Monarch that he was always Dorian's alone - those wedding vows all but promising such a thing, even if their honeymoon had only just regrettably come to an end. A small simper touched his lips at the soft rumble of the fae King's voice and yet, it was the press of Dorian's hips upwards that so brought the vampire's attention back towards those desires that so clawed at him for fulfillment. The action alone prompted a moan upon his lips as he leaned heavily into his lover. His hands shifted to place themselves beneath the King's own, utilizing the arms of the chair to help Dorian with that pace the Monarch so clearly wished to set. How intensely aware he was of each role of Dorian's hips as the King moved so deeply within him. Those moans readily falling from his lips and yet, it was certainly not beyond Sebastian's capabilities to find his own pleasurable satisfaction even despite those sensations he was denied - even if he was hardly given the chance to do so.

His desires, after all, were so blatant upon his form, pressing against the material of his dress pants and creating a distinct spot of dampness upon the otherwise pristine fabric. The suddenly increased pace of Dorian's hips against him caused his head to roll back against his lover's shoulder, his own gasping groans came far quicker, nearly matching the unevenness of his husband's own breath. Sebastian was well aware of those kisses upon his neck, his husband's warm breath sent shiver's down his spine before that very sensation of Dorian's own satisfaction prompted a gasp upon his lips. How his lover so filled him in that very moment! The very feeling of it all but blissfully wonderful, even if he had not quite been given the time to find his own equally as pleasing end. For several moments, in the wake of that peak, Sebastian rested easily against Dorian's chest, as if clinging to that very warmth the Monarch afforded him. He allowed Dorian those few moments in the aftermath of the King's satisfaction to find his breath all over again before the Monarch's lips pressed against the back of his shoulder, his head shifted ever so slightly to reward the Italian the gaze of his crystalline blue eyes.

That suggestion to get up, however, took the vampire a moment before he slowly eased himself upwards, that sensation of sliding the fae King out of him prompted a small moan upon his own lips, matching that delicious groan he coaxed from the Monarch himself. Those red threads fell easily from his lover's wrists, merely disappearing from existence to provide his lover the freedom of his hands once again. He watched as Dorian rose quickly from his throne, only to close the distance between them. His lips pressed feverishly against Dorian's own, his hands settled on his lover's hips, pulling the man closer to him as the King's fingers intertwined in his own brunette locks. Sluggishly, he allowed the fae to pull away from him and yet, his husband's inquiry of chandeliers only prompted his eyebrows to furrow inquisitively. "Chandeliers?" Sebastian inquired, his gaze slowly turned upwards to the light fixtures hanging above them. What did...chandeliers have to do with fulfilling his own needs? That small tug to his hand caused his attention to shift back towards Dorian as the King guided him towards the carpet. He watched as Dorian settled on the carpet, only to gesture him to do the same. The soft press of the Monarch's hand against his chest as his lover leaned over him easily coaxed the vampire onto his back as Dorian's lips brushed sweetly against his own.

His gaze met the striking silver hue of his lover's own as Dorian instructed him to raise his knees ever so slightly. The vampire was altogether quick to comply with such a question, only for a small chuckle to leave his lips at Dorian's insistence that he had waited long enough. Even Sebastian was willing to admit that his own self-control was a decidedly limited thing when so denied those carnal pleasures. His hips rose ever so slightly to assist his lover in the removal of those dress pants - God how he appreciated that freedom he was finally given! Sebastian watched his lover with intrigue as Dorian shifted to nestle against the vampire's chest, only to prop himself upwards on his elbows. Sebastian's head tilted to the side as Dorian positioned his legs, only to reach down to grasp the vampire himself. The Monarch's touch alone prompted a soft groan upon his lips as Dorian so guided him to precisely where he desired him. His own hips were far too eager to shift upwards, assisting the fae as Dorian eased himself downwards onto him.

An audible groan left his lips at the very sensation of his lover's form around him, that tightness he was afforded so very welcome after all Sebastian had been forced to wait through. One hand reached upwards, settling upon Dorian's hip as he attempted to assist the fae in the peculiar positioning. He allowed the fae a moment to get accustomed to those sensations before his hips rose upwards to find that very pace that might provide him that glorious friction he had been left so greatly desiring. His other hand so reached around the fae's figure, fully intending to grasp the length of his lover all over again. After all, Sebastian was more than certain he was capable of continuing that coupling long enough to bring his husband's form back to readiness and completion all over again.