That very gasp upon the vampire's lips all but transformed into a breathy groan at that ready roll of his lover's hips against his very frame. How he had so craved this, his fit figure so toyed with till that very desire had turned into a veritable need for the Fae King's affection. There was something undeniably marvelous in moments such as these - when the royal couple were so sparred the watchful eyes of the world only to become lost within the blissful union of their bodies. How his husband so managed to satisfy him so completely, the very feeling of the Monarch nestled so deeply within him was nothing short of utterly glorious! Those further thrusts pushed the full length of the Monarch within his frame, resulting in a distinct tightening of his body as he so adjusted to the very presence of his husband nestled within him. Sebastian could hardly help those sounds coaxed from his lips, his own thoughts so closely mirroring those words Dorian uttered and yet, to hear them aloud prompted a warm chuckle from the vampire. The very movement so prompting his figure to tighten all over again around his lover, the action prompting that ready laughter to transform into an all too audible groan.

That simple gesture, it seemed, was far too much for his lover as Dorian's hands shifted to grip his waist. That ready thrust of Dorian's hips against him so finally fulfilling those desires for more. Sebastian hardly fought against that gentle coaxing from his lover, the man leaning over to place his hands upon the bed, repositioning ever so slightly and, in turn, rewarding his lover with that furthered depth. How quickly Dorian seemed to set that pace, and, in turn, Sebastian leaned readily back and into each forward roll of the King's hips against him. Those very groans were so quickly coaxed to his lips with each movement of his lover within him, the very sensation so pulling at the entirety of Sebastian's attention as he so relished within those glorious sensations of pleasure the King coaxed within him. How eager he was for more! That very desire of for it prompting a contemplation of that power he knew rested within his lover's hands. How he found he desired that intensity of Dorian's power, the very sort of which that left him entirely breathless and wholly sedated - a feeling that was altogether a rarity for the incubus within him that so constantly longed for moments such as these.

Tentatively, his husband's name left his lips, prompting the fae behind him to pause ever so slightly. That very inquiry for his lover's power, however, hardly seemed to warrant that level of hesitance within him, Dorian hardly even pausing before the fae King so readily agreed. What he didn't anticipate, however, was for Dorian's effort to concentrate, the Monarch withdrawing ever so gently from Sebastian's form. That very movement prompted a groan of protest from the vampire's lips, the incubus hardly desiring to find himself free of his husband, even if it was a necessity to fulfil that request. Ever so softly, Dorian's lips brushed against his shoulder, that very kiss entirely heated, that warmth near radiating across his skin to breath that cold pallor of his form to life. Sebastian was, admittedly, so intensely aware of that very feeling as it all but flooded his frame. That coldness that so often seemed to afflict him was chase away, replaced with a distinctly different sort of sensitivity. Although Sebastian's vampire senese were often far more heightened, that was something uniquely glorious of the fragility of that alive flesh. That soft press of his husband's hand upon his hips so immediately pulled at his attention, the vampire so keenly aware of the very weight of it, of the caress of his lover's fingers and the manner in which his own skin seemed to react - that power, he knew, was Dorian's alone.

His head bobbed at his husband's inquiry, the vampire shifted ever so slightly as his lover once again pushed the very length of himself deep within him. The simple action itself prompted a gasp from the vampire at his lover's groaned eagerness. How he could feel his very body coming to life beneath his lover's hands, each forward thrust of Dorian's figure so prompting the flare of the King's power and, in turn, bringing those very nerve endings within him to life. That rhythm his husband set was capable of all too quickly undoing him, even though he tried to stave off that very satisfaction that so easily was within reach. Those groans left his lips all too readily, only provoking his lover to increase that pace that had quickly become near impossible to stave off. His own figure was already coated in that fine sheen of sweat, the vampire moving in time with his lover's pace in some effort to increase the very pleasure that punctuated each thrust of his lovers hips and yet - it too was quickly proving too much for him. He lowered his figure ever so slightly, shifting from his hands to his forearms as his fingers so tightly gripped those sheets, balling them in his palms as his fingers clawed at the mattress beneath them.

The Italian Prince was so wholly unprepared for that wave of his lover's power that all but overwhelmed him, so accompanied with that deep thrust of his husband's figure within him. How that loud groan echoed upon his lips as his body so abruptly tightened around the King in one final time, that pleasurable satisfaction near demanding to be felt - the vampire all but incapable of escaping it any longer. Those movements that followed only furthered the very intensity of that pleasure before Dorian's own hands tightened upon his hips, the King's fingers digging into his own flesh. How firmly Dorian all but pushed himself into the very depths of the vampire, Sebastian entirely aware of the way his lover's figure seemed to throb within him as the King found his own release, the sensation of it all only causing yet another gasp upon his very lips. How his very world seemed to be little more than a plethora of pleasurable feelings, Sebastian nothing short of lost within that breathless euphoria! His own body seemed to near ache with the very intensity of that coupling, his husband's withdrawal prompting one final, weak sound from his lips before he let himself all but fall into the welcoming embrace of those sheets.

How utterly exhausted he felt in those blissful moments after that desire to merely curl back up in the warmth of those blankets so potently tugging at him as he simply laid there, catching his breath. That soft press of Dorian's lips against his cheek prompted a small simper upon his lips and yet, the vampire was far too tired to move. His sparkling blue irises met the entrancing silver of his lover's own and yet, he could hardly help the roll of his eyes at Dorian's insistence that it was pleasing to see him so utterly spent in the wake of all they had done. "I love you too." Those words were a soft murmur on his lips, the vampire all but determined to ensure those words were returned every single time they were spoken. Truly, within that singular moment and in the wake of Dorian's gifts, Sebastian had nearly forgotten their impending engagement to see the Queen of England all together.

Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy