Dorian Ellington-AragonaThe King of Italy

The manner in which his lovers gaze drew upward to eye the very chandelier that hung from the ceiling was nothing short of amusing to the Monarch in turn and so surely afforded him that answer all the same. That very idea that so tugged at his thoughts evidently not one Sebastian had been subject to before and yet in this the Fae King so hardly found himself so terribly surprised. After all, that chandelier position required a rather impressive amount of physical fitness and indeed, unless one was practised in using that uniquely italian invention it was nothing short off ineffective. Few had truly mastered it nor were bold enough to engage within it. Dorian decidedly satisfied that this very evening he might so be afforded the chance to impress upon his lover a coupling they had not tried before. After all, Sebastian had surely waited more then long enough for that satisfaction, Dorian nothing but determined to afford his lover that very release his body so clearly craved in those precarious moments after he had so selfishly used Sebastian for his own pleasure entirely. Such a favour should surely be returned.

Dorian's hand reached readily for his lovers own then, his fingers entwined with the vampires to lead him away from that thoroughly well used throne and toward that carpet that ran the length of that great hall. The Monarch so refusing to subject his lover to the cold of those marble floors as he readily coaxed Sebastian down to the floor itself. Dorian inclined to lean easily over his over then, encouraging Sebastian to lie backward before he saw to the removal of those dress pants that had so denied his lover that pleasurable high only moments ago. The vampires hips rose easily to assist with that very task before those pants were tossed aside and Sebastian was so finally afforded that freedom and un-restriction. That very want his lovers figure displayed nothing short of blatant in that moment. His hardened arousal wholly impressive and so giving away his lovers sheer readiness. Dorian wholly content, for just a moment, to eye that very length off his companion with a distinct satisfaction. Ah, but how he adored to be the one to coax such a reaction from the man he adored!

The Monarch's figure shifted easily than to lay against Sebastian's own, his back resting lightly upon the vampires chest, his legs easily finding place either side of Sebastian's own before his hand reached to gently encompass his lover. Sebastian, he was assured, so surely having come to realise just what he intended in those moments- unusual as that position was. That mere touch of his hand alone prompting that soft groan from his lover. How gloriously sensitive the vampires figure was! Even if the Monarch near assured that very sensitive would surely prevent his husband from lasting to terribly long in turn. His hand sought to easily guide that length off his lover then to just that place he so needed to be before the Monarch sought to lower himself, Sebastian's own hips lifting eagerly upward to facilitate that very entry. Dorian was utterly unable to suppress that groan of satisfaction that came with those initial thrusts off his husbands hips. The length off his lover fitted readily within the depths of his own tight figure but a few moments later. That very feeling of Sebastian within him nothing short of exquisite and so affording him that utter closeness he all but craved in those moments. That feeling off his lover's chest against his back wholly blissful in turn.

He was afforded little chance to become accustomed to those very sensations and yet- he had wholly anticipated as much. The rolling os his lovers hips entirely welcomed as his own form rose but slightly upon his arms to readily meet those ardent thrusts. Those ready moans of pleasure coaxed from his lips in turn to meld with those equally glorious sounds that rose from the depths off his lovers throat. How he adored those moments! That pleasure, those sensations Sebastian alone was capable of affording him! The very fitness that so surely came with so many couplings with a vampire was so easily put to use in these moments. That position so demanding off him a certain degree of energy and balance the Monarch was determined to maintain even within the depths of that pleasure. Sebastian's hand shifted to rest against his hip, that action further steadying as his lovers hips increased that motion, Dorian offering that insistence Sebastian was surely freed of those earlier promises to do but anything he liked here and now and so take that pleasure for himself at last.

The Monarch's own breathing had readily begun to become unsteady once more in the wake of each ardent thrust and those groans that fell from Sebastian in turn. The vampires hand so suddenly reaching to brush across his figure and encompass that length off himself again. Those ready strokes coaxing that moan from from his own lips, his figure so already beginning to harden once more beneath those practised touches. How enviable his lovers stamina was! Even after all this time Sebastian still so managed to surprise him with the sheer self control he was capable of displaying. Those very words were uttered near breathlessly from his lips, a simper so readily finding them as he was awarded that equally breathless chuckle in response. That sweat beginning to shine against his form once more as his figure tightened around his lover at those very words the vampire offered him. Dorian so pressing downward all the more to afford his lover that very depth they both craved in that moment, another groan stirred to his lips before Sebastian shifted ever so slightly. That mere touch of the tip off his lovers fangs to his neck prompted that distinct hardening of his own arousal all the more, a soft gasp of sheer anticipation stolen from his lips. The fae very near trained to respond to the slightest of touches of those very fangs, his body already anticipating that very venom he knew was sure to follow. Sebastian, this time, affording him truly little warning before those sharpened canines bit eagerly into his neck. The Fae King utterly unable to hold out against that venom that tore so readily through his system and too- that sheer feeling off his lover nestled within the depths off himself. Dorian's figure tightening sharply around is lover a final time in response to that wealth of sensation he was assaulted with before that climax so brought him apart for a second time that evening.

There was little, truly, that so compared to that sensation of Sebastian finding that release within him. Dorian relishing in that sensation of his lover so holding himself within him in those final moments of utter bliss before he felt his lover take that release within the depth of him. Those very sounds of satisfaction falling from his on lips along with his husbands name before the Monarch was left utterly spent. His breathing decidedly rapid as he so struggled to capture his breath, the Fae King utterly content to merely lay against his lover in those moments that followed. His hand reached for Sebastian's own as it rested against his hip, his fingers entwining with the vampires only to lift their hands to rest atop his own chest in that lingering want for closeness. That strong, vibrant beating off his own heart surely felt through both their hands in that moment. Dorian wholly content to remain still to allow Sebastian that chance to close those wounds he had made or indeed to feed uninterrupted if he chose. The Monarch struggling to steady his breathing and yet- for several long moments he hardly cared to speak. Dorian content to relish in that simple feeling of satisfaction, his body nothing short of content. It was some moments still before he so shifted his figure from Sebastian's own. His physique proving wholly sensitive still in those moments and yet he so hardly moved far- the Monarch shifting to merely recline beside his lover now, his head rested against Sebastian's shoulder, Dorian guiding Sebastian's around him until their hands rested back atop his own chest once more. The Italian's gaze turned upward to eye that towering ceiling above with its opulent design and lavish carving.

"Do you know, in five hundred years, I don't think i've ever viewed the ceiling from this angle?"

That ready chuckle feel richly from his lips then. That warm simper so adorning them all the same as his head turned toward his lover, Dorian so allowing his lips to press to Sebastian's cheek and steal that final kiss as he continued to lay beside and against him. That grin so turning near impish then.

"I think you have earned your goat, Mon Cher. Tell me though, how did you find our italian chandelier?"