Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

Crowned Prince of Italy

His chest rose and fell in an uneven fashion as Sebastian strove to regain his breath, the vampire all the more aware of the sheer discomfort of those slacks that clung far too tightly to his frame for his own liking. How he adored the very sensation of his husband's skin against his own, of the sound of Dorian's groan in his ear, the touch of his lover's lips against his neck and, most importantly of all, the very feeling of the King within him. Even so, Sebastian found himself left distinctly wanting - that satisfaction Dorian often so readily gave him was all but denied, leaving the Englishman only craving more of the Monarch's touches. For several long moments, his head simply rested against Dorian's shoulder and yet, he made no immediate efforts to move. In fact, it was but the soft touch of Dorian's lips upon his shoulder that caused the crystalline blue of his own gaze to shift towards the fae King. The suggestion to untie his lover was one that the Prince was almost hesitant to comply with, were it not for the promise that Dorian had something of his own to show him, a something which would undoubtedly satisfy those needs that had settled in his loins with such a vengeance.

His head bobbed in agreement and yet, it was several moments longer still before Sebastian slowly rose, pulling the fae Monarch from deep within him. A small simper tugged at the Prince's features at that groan he so easily coaxed from his husband, the fae's own figure perhaps as attentive to every sensation as Sebastian's too was, even if it was for entirely different reasons. The vampire slowly turned, his own affinity reaching out for those red threads that bound the fae King in place, only for the hue and his own restraints to disappear into oblivion in the same abrupt fashion they had come. The Monarch was all too quick to rise from the chair and yet, Sebastian near eagerly embraced that very feeling of Dorian's hands as they ran through his brunette locks. His lips pressed all too feverishly against the King's own and in turn, Sebastian was quick to pull his lover closer, even if the fabric of his own slacks kept him from the very sensation of Dorian's hips against his own and the near ache that had settled there. The vampire was, admittedly, hesitant to release the fae King, particularly when such needs tugged so potently at him and yet, that mention of chandeliers momentarily distracted him from such lustful desires as his gaze slowly turned inquisitively towards the ceiling. Sebastian was relatively certain that it was not those sorts of chandeliers that lingered upon his lover's mind in the wake of their coupling...was it?

The blank look upon his features seemed enough of an answer for his lover, however, as Dorian's fingers intertwined within his own. The Englishman hardly protested, merely trailing after the King as Dorian led him towards the carpet, settling upon the rather thin material. He was altogether willing to comply with the Monarch's instructions, settling upon his back as Dorian leaned over him. His aquamarine irises briefly met the enigmatic silver hue of Dorian's own before the fae's lips brushed against his, stealing yet another of those all too distracting kisses. Dorian's announcement that he had waited long enough, however, was a sentiment even Sebastian could readily agree too. His own hips rose ever so slightly in an effort to assist the King as Dorian pulled the dress pants from his form - offering him that sweet freedom at last. How utterly restrictive such fabric had been and yet, without it, his own arousal was surely all the more blatant. Foreplay was most certainly unnecessary with the hardness that so afflicted him.

The vampire watched in silent inquisitiveness as Dorian shifted on top of him, positioning himself in a way that was altogether baffling to the Englishman. Even he could tell the amount of vigor that new position might demand of the fae, this, he was sure, was a stance surely not to meant to last the entirety of their often lengthy moments of intimacy. The very touch of Dorian's fingers enveloping the length of him, however, prompted a soft groan from the vampire's lips, the man left wanting for long enough that the slightest of touches was pleasing. His hips shifted eagerly upwards as Dorian slowly lowered himself down. The very action so rewarded the vampire with entry into his own husband, those very sensations that assaulted him prompted another softened groan upon his lips - one that surely mirrored the sound coaxed from Dorian himself. Sebastian was all too acutely aware of the tightness of Dorian's body so embracing him in those glorious moments. It was decidedly difficult, in those precarious moments, to allow his husband a chance to adjust to those sensations before the vampire moved, that self-control surely tested tonight.

That very stillness could hardly last long, however, before the vampire's hips began to rise in an almost rhythmic fashion, one Dorian was quick to assist in as the Monarch rose upwards on his arms. The very gesture so easily showed off those chiseled biceps, a fact Sebastian was altogether willing to appreciate, even as his hand rose to his lover's waist in an effort to assist the King. Those groans were altogether quick to resurface upon his lips, that permission he was afforded was one, admittedly, he had perhaps intended to take all along. His own answer to such concession was near wordless as the vampire reached with his free hand along his lover's hips, sliding downwards to take the length of the King within his hand once again. How he so relished the sound that very touch rewarded him! And yet, he hardly made any effort to cease as he so sought to bring about that hardness to his lover's form all over again. It was, admittedly, a sheer desire that so kept the vampire from finding his own satisfaction, difficult though it was proving to be. His own breath was quickly turning unsteady, that sweat once again coating his own frame as Sebastian so pushed his own figure.

The sound of the Monarch's own words prompted an almost breathless chuckle from his lips. Frankly, he was certain Dorian was unaware of just how close he danced to that very edge. "I want...to feel you...." The vampire murmured in explanation, near ignoring the compliment he was given as he shifted upwards ever just so, fully intending to utilize all of his assets if only for the sensation of Dorian's figure finding the climax with himself nestled so deeply in the depths of his lover. His teeth brushed against his lover's neck in a wholly tantalizing fashion. He knew the very location of the King's veins by now that such gesture was hardly necessary and yet, Sebastian adored the very reaction it coaxed from his lover. That warning, however, was short-lived before his sharpened teeth bit into the Monarch's flesh, the vampire entirely relying upon his own venom to gift him the release he desperately sought for both of them.