His Royal Majesty

Dorian Ellington-Aragona

The King of Italy

How very much that worry so continued to tease at his lovers features! Sebastian, he knew, so hardly taking any true assurance form his own words even despite his efforts to remind the man that, with their marriage and his newfound position in life, Her Majesty could not longer make any sort of demand from him. The most she could surely do would be to offer them a suggestion or, were she terribly bold, to make an indirect request of sorts that might hint at some desire and yet to do as such would be a veritable social faux pas. Dorian, in that moment at least, holding far more confidence then his lover in the notion that Her Majesty surely merely wanted to meet them both and perhaps discuss relations between their countries. Sebastian's ties to both countries, after all, would surely be of intrigue to her if only for his closeness to Dorian himself and his sway within the Italian Royal Court. That near reluctant 'I suppose' the Monarch was afforded in that moment readily prompted the soft, playful roll off his own eyes. Sebastian's voice distinctly lacking any sort of belief in that statement and yet he seemed very near defeated by it all the same. How he so abhorred to see Sebastian worry! It was, he knew, so surely a state of being he could hardly relieve his lover off each time. After all, Sebastian was perhaps somewhat prone to worry and indeed in the course of their terribly long lives the Englishman was very near bund to worry over something again and yet, here and now, Dorian was quite assured he could steal that worry from him. That very suggestion, it seemed, readily embracing Sebastian's attention with near the same eagerness as his lips found that ever-sensitive neck upon his husband.The Fae King effortlessly stoaking at this very wants within his lover. That roll off his own hips surely enough to indicate just what sort of distraction he offered.

That very lamation that, perhaps, they might have little time to carry out such activities- at least in their norma fashion, was an idea the vampire was quick to dismiss. Dorian quite unable to prevent that amusement that found his features at just how very quickly Sebastian could be inclined to forget his worries when that right incentive might be offered. That warm simper so dancing upon his lips before his assertion Sebastian was nothing short of cute in the mornings seemed to spark that very demand from his lover in turn. Any protest Dorian might surely have made over that suggestion all but lost in the wake of Sebastian's own hips shifting upward. The Fae King leant eagerly forward to find his husbands lips again, this kiss far more ardent then before. Sebastian so willingly parting his lips in turn to afford him that far deeper, more intimate kiss. These Dorians most favoured of kisses by far. That sensation of Sebastian's tongue agianst his own more than enough to prompt that soft groan from within him and the beginnings of that veritable ache within his groin that Sebastian alone could surely relieve. The very shifting off his lover beneath him in some effort to create that friction was nothing short of tantalizing , Dorian's own hips eager to roll again in turn to prompt that further readiness to both their figures. His own boxer shorts so irritatingly preventing that sensation of skin on skin from being enjoyed to its fullest and yet, here and now, he so surely had other ideas to rob his lovers mind of but any worries and any other thought but himself. Dorian leaning but gently away from that sweet kiss to shift from his lovers form with the suggestion Sebastian might roll over.

That very surprise upon his husbands features so only furthered that near look of delight on his own. Dorian so relishing in surprising his husband, on occasion. The pair were nothing if not wholly experimental when it came to those bedroom activities, Sebastian so never once shying away from but and of those 'ideas' Dorian was wholly content to try. Each of them so far, after all, had proven to be nothing if not wholly pleasurable for them both. Dorian quite adoring his lovers willingness to embrace any and all off his veritable exploration beneath the sheets. The Fae King waited only so long as it took the vampire to roll onto his stomach and make himself comfortable before returning to straddle him once more. His hands reaching forward to rest upon Sebastian's shoulders then before his thumbs and palms so began that gentle yet firm massage. Dorian wholly content to allow the warmth off his hands to chase away that very chill of sorts that seemed to linger within those muscles. The Monarch working diligently to coax that relaxation to his lovers figure before leaning forward to add his lips to that plethora of sensation. Dorian content to subject his lovers figure to those heated kisses as he followed the trail downward in the wake off his hands. The Monarch near relishing that soft, smooth feeling off his lovers skin beneath his hands. Sebastian's figure nothing short of perfection he was assured- and how he adored it!

His hands so readily reached the end off his companions back then and yet he so hardly paused for long before allowing his fingers to do as they so rarely did and continue that trail downward to brush over that place so often attended to last in their more intimate activities. That reaction such a touch so prompted was near instantaneous within his lover as that glorious groan fell from the vampire. Dorian nothing short of satisfied with that sound as Sebastian shifted his legs ever so slightly to afford him all the more room. The Fae King returning his lips to his husbands back then to continue that trail back upward as his fingers so continued with those firm caresses. How distinctly pleasing it was to hear that unsteadiness in his lovers breath, those soft inhalations coming more readily with each passing moment before Dorian so at last reached his lovers neck once more to adorn that sensitive flesh in his attention and further coax at those wants. The Fae King abruptly allowing his teeth to bite gently and yet firmly down upon that flesh in just the fashion he knew so often elicited a response from his lover before allowing that press off his finger within his lover's tight figure in the same moment. That very moan he was rewarded with was nothing short of exquisite and terribly arousing in turn. Dorian's own state of readiness distinctly clear, that unmistakable firmness pressed agianst Sebastian himself as the Monarch continued with those firm touches. His husbands pressing only further agianst his hand and figure in turn in a clear desire for more as Dorian so continued to taste off that flesh at his neck, working that ever teasing pattern before the warmth of Sebastian's breath so found his ear. Those very words prompting that soft groan from Dorian himself. How he adored to hear them! His lips lifting but slightly away from Sebastian's neck in that moment.

"Quello, mia cara, è davvero l'idea." (That, my darling, is very much the idea )

Those accented words were little more than a whisper. That unsteadiness clear within even his own breathing as he moved to afford his lover those final touches off his hand before drawing his fingers away. Dorian so having little desire to wait this evening. His patience, it would seem, as terribly poor as his lovers own. He lent easily back then. His fingers so hooking within the waistband off his boxer shorts before sliding that red silken material downward enough to free himself. Dorian hardly bothering to remove those shorts entirely, the Monarch content to leave them at his knees before shifting back from his lover a little more.

"Ho un'altra richiesta. Potresti inginocchiarti, per favore?. (I have another request. Could you kneel, please?)

Those Italian words so surely betrayed that slight unsteadiness to his own breath once more. Dorian waiting only so long as it took Sebastian to comply with that request and draw himself upward and onto his knees. Dorian readily kneeling behind him then, coaxing his lover to lean back agianst him and afford him that feeling of skin on skin. Sebastians back pressing so gloriously to his chest as his hand came to rest on his lovers hip to steady him. Dorian's lips finding his husbands neck a final time as his free hand reached downward to position himself just as he needed to be, before that first roll off his hips saw him enter Sebastian's firm figure. He could hardly prevent that groan of satisfaction that came with that glorious sensation! That utter bliss so briefly prompting his own eyes to flutter closed before his hips rolled again and again until the entire length of himself was sheathed fully within his husbands figure

"Ti senti fantastico." (You feel incredible.)

Those words were very near breathless. Dorian pausing but briefly to allow his lover to adjust to that sensation before his hips so moved to thrust once more. Yet, tonight, he so found himself desiring all the more. Dorian so affording his lover several off those strokes before guiding Sebastian to lean forward and take up that position upon his hands and knees now. Dorian allowing both his hands to rest upon his husbands hips then. That newfound position affording them both a distinctly new depth that so readily prompted yet another moan from the Monarch's lips. His pace readily increasing then along with those uneven breaths. Those utter waves of pleasure nothing short of blissful. Dorian wholly content to lose himself entirely within those sensations Sebastian alone so afforded him.