There was no denying that Sebastian was a creature prone to worrying. The greater his affection, the more important those promises, the further he was afflicted with that fretting. His own distinct loyalty to the crown, after all those years, much less that commitment he'd made to his own father centuries ago culminated into a veritable assault of concern. After all, if he was to gain any hope of seeing those titles return to his family's name, it was paramount he remained within the good graces of English Monarchy. Although Sebastian was well aware of the very heart of that worry, even if it was buried amongst excuses and half-truths he presented his lover with. Admittedly, with those efforts to please his once Queen a rather long lasting affair, Sebastian was all too easy to distract from such lingering thoughts, particularly with his husband's hips pressing so eagerly against his own, well indicating just where the fae King's thoughts rested. The tender press of his lover's lips against his neck so equally captivating his own attention, the Incubus within him readily rising to the occasion as he so insisted that, surely, they had enough time. It was his lover's insistence that he was cute in those wee hours of the morning, however, that caused his eyes to roll before that veritable demand fell from his lips.

Oh, how well he knew that very look of protest upon his lover's features! His own hips shifting upwards to grin against his lover's fit figure in a manner all too keen, the action alone so easily prompted the Monarch to move as Dorian leaned down to press his lips against his own with far more fervor than before. He all but adored that very groan he was near effortlessly capable of prompting from the fae King, the shift of his own figure against Dorian all the more determined to bring about the beginning of the desire that Dorian had so ignited within himself. A small frown crossed his features as his lover pulled away from him, only to make a request of his own from the vampire. His eyebrow rose questioningly and yet, Sebastian was entirely inclined to oblige, waiting until his husband had moved before easily repositioning himself upon his stomach. He was well aware of the weight of Dorian's figure upon him as his lover straddled him yet again, only for the King's hands to befall upon his shoulders. The firm press of his lover's thumbs against his taut muscles prompted a soft sound from his lips as Dorian slowly began to massage some level of life back into his dead body. A small simper crept across the vampire's lips at the simple sensation of Dorian's heated breath and sweet kisses trailing across his skin. How blissfully wonderful it was!

He had hardly anticipated, however, as Dorian's fingers reached the very end of his back, for his lover's hands to continue that downward trail, sweeping over his waist to touch that very place so often left for the end of that foreplay. The touch alone caused his breath to hitch, only for a soft groan to leave Sebastian's lips. He shifted ever so slightly beneath the Monarch in some effort to give his lover more room, only for Dorian's kisses to trail slowly back upwards. How easily the King was so capable of coaxing some readiness to his frame! That very desire within him for more than those firm caresses was so quickly ignited and yet, Sebastian was, perhaps, content to allow the Monarch to finish that heated trail upwards that he had so started. The soft press of Dorian's lips against his neck was nothing short of distracting, so immediately grasping Sebastian's attention. That very skin had always been nothing short of wholly sensative, though it seemed his lover was all too keen to so knowingly shower the slope of his neck with his attention for that very reason. The rather abrupt sensation of Dorian's teeth upon his skin, when so combined with the press of Dorian's finger within him so ready caused a moan upon his lips, his own breath surely labored as his eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly. How well he could feel the very readiness those sounds from his lips seemed to prompt within the King in turn and in those moments, Sebastian found himself shifting upwards ever so slightly if only to press further against both the King's hips as his lover's hand.

He could scarcely deny his own distinct urges to feel the very length of his lover within him, however, the Monarch's touches certainly serving to bring those needs to life within him with such full force. His breath was warm against his lover's ear, that very admission of want so seeming to arouse his husband in turn. A warm grin crossed his features at those Italian words, that unsteady breath upon even Dorian's lips so wholly satisfying when Sebastian himself had been all but robbed of even gracing the King's figure with his affection once. A soft sigh left his lips as Dorian's finger slowly withdrew from his figure and yet, it seemed as if his husband himself also held such little patience this evening - the King certainly lacking any need for that further foreplay. Nevertheless, Sebastian glanced over his shoulder, simply watching as Dorian's hands shifted to his own waist to push down that thin piece of clothing that so separated their skin and, in turn, revealing the full length of the Monarch's distinct readiness. It was that simple inquiry that drew Sebastian's attention from his lustful observation, the Englishman easily pushing himself up with his arms to shift to his knees. He was well aware of Dorian's hand upon his hip as the Monarch shifted against him, that glorious brush of Dorian's chest against his back nothing shy of perfect. A small muted sound left his lips as his husband's lips found his neck all over again and yet, it was that soft touch of the King against him that he had been so waiting for.

Sharply, he inhaled as Dorian's hips rolled forward, pushing into the vampire's body. His own breathy moan so seemed to combine with that low sound of bliss that left Dorian's lips. He was so innately aware of each movement his husband made, those additional thrusts of the King's hips so awarding Sebastian the full length of his lover nestled so deeply within him. Those softly uttered words prompted a soft chuckle upon his lips, the very sound, however, so shifting into a groan of his own if only for how that very movement so seemed caused his figure to tighten around the Monarch. "Dovrei sperarlo." (I should hope so.) He muttered, shifting only slightly before Dorian's body once more pressed against his own. That very pause of the King's movements was near unexpected and yet, Sebastian hardly resisted in the slightest as his lover's hand dropped to embrace in those few, short and much-desired strokes. The vampire leaned heavily back against the Monarch for those few moments before Dorian shifted, guiding him to a far different position and yet one he knew oh so well. That very position, after all, certainly provided a depth both men surely desired.

Those first thrusts were far slower and purposeful before his lover so steadily increased that pace, the vampire acutely aware of each shift of the King within him, his own body responding in kind as he so moved to meet that very pace. His breath was quickly becoming far more uneven, those very moans leaving his lips far more readily and yet a desire of sorts lingered upon his mind - the very kind that, though he knew his lover was unlikely to deny him, Sebastian found himself almost hesitant to ask after all the same. "Dorian?" He inquired softly, his husband's own name still uttered shakily between those steady thrusts of the King's figure into him. "Mi darai un tocco del tuo potere ... per favore, amore mio?" (Will you give me a touch of your power...please, my love?) He had hardly forgotten that first time Dorian had shown him what he was capable, bringing those far more intimate parts of him to life with a sensitivity that death could not offer him. Oh how quickly Sebastian had come undone then and yet - now he found himself near craving that very intensity!

Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy