His Royal Majesty

Dorian Ellington-Aragona

The King of Italy

It was distinctly rare in every sense for Sebastian to so make that request from him. Dorian assured he could count on one hand the amount of times his lover had ever sought out that life that danced at his very fingertips and so respond to his summons whenever he saw fit to call upon it. That near breathless request, here and now, within the very depths of that coupling was wholly surprising and yet- Dorian so hardly saw but any need to deny his lover that decidedly intense satisfaction he was assured the man sought in that moment. How difficult a thing it was to slow his own motion. That glorious feeling of tightness Sebastian figure so afforded him with each roll of his hips a sensation he was loath to give up and yet- he so required a level of concentration his current position so surely did not allow him. How unwillingly his hips slowed their eager thrusts. A soft groan fell from his lips as he so gently withdrew from the depths of his lover. That very sound of protest from Sebastian himself hardly unnoticed before Dorian lent softly forward, his lips, this time, pressing to his lovers shoulder. His very affinity for life itself so imbued in that kiss. How eagerly Sebastian's own body so reached for it! That life willingly and freely flowing from the Monarch and into his husband. That very light, visible to Dorian alone in that moment, moving to encompass the entirety of Sebastian's figure and for that moment in time- so forced death to yield to Dorian himself.

That cold, pale pallor was so readily chased from his lovers figure. That warmth rapidly spreading throughout until even Dorian could feel the heated sensation beneath the place his own hand rested upon his lovers skin. It was simply undeniable just how very....perfect his husband was. How he adored the man he had married and too, there was but nothing Dorian would change in any sense about his lover and yet he could so hardly deny how utterly....breathtaking Sebastian was when living. That very colour to his skin, his hair, his eyes only seemed more vibrant and more intense. Sebastian, in that very state he was so designed to be was nothing short of exquisite. Dorian wholly assured he understood just why the women of England had all but thrown themselves at his husband and indeed, continued to do so even now. Yet, were it not for his lovers immortal state he would so surely never have met the man at all! And for that- Dorian could so hardly find any discontent with the hand of fate. The Fae King so waited several more moments then if only to afford Sebastian that chance to become accustomed to life once more. Dorian wholly oblivious to the notion that this was far more then Sebastian had so requested. The Monarch nothing if not generous when it came to his lover. His hand moved to settle then upon Sebastian's hip with that singular query upon his readiness once more. Those very wants within Dorian himself so desperately desiring to be sated in a fashion Sebastian alone was capable of providing. His fingers so allowing but a hint of that life to dance upon his husbands skin. That very readiness still decidedly prominent upon his own figure.

Sebastian's assurance so readily saw Dorian take up that position behind him once more. The Fae King taking but a moment to adjust himself before that roll of his hips so readily returned him to the depth of his lovers figure. How utterly different that sensation felt! Yet it was so hardly any less glorious. Dorian unable to stop that groan of pleasure as it fell eagerly from his lips with each forward roll until that length of himself was sheathed entirely within his lover once more. How readily those very sounds of satisfaction stirred from within himself to join those soft groans upon Sebastian's own lips. Dorian setting that pace once more, that very position, one near as old as time itself, so affording him that depth they both desired in those moments. Dorian, this time, so readily allowed that affinity to flare within his lover with each thrust of his hips. How he could feel that life within Sebastian so responding! Each and every pleasurable nerve stoked to life in that wealth and rush of sensation. That very life so dancing across his lovers skin and too so reaching within the vampire himself to all but overwhelm his lover with those sensations of pleasure and feeling. Dorian wholly capable of summoning but every single part of his companions to life until Sebastian was all but surrounded by those sensations from the inside out.

His own pace increased once more. Sebastian, he knew, simply incapable of lasting terribly long beneath that onslaught and with a human figure. That ready tightening of the man's body beneath him coaxing only another moan from his own lips. Dorian wholly relishing in those very sensations Sebastian's figure so provided in turn. How unsteady their breathing had become, that fine sheen of sweat so rapidly coating both their figures as that wholly pleasurable peak danced eagerly within reach. Sebastian's body so moved in time with his own, the vampire taking each one of those firm thrusts, Dorian so vaguely aware of his husband shifting to his forearms. Sebastian's fingers tightening within those very sheets. How gloriously satisfying it was to bring his lover to that very peak of satisfaction and so accost his figure with those very sensations Sebastian so often provided him with that touch of his fangs. His lover's living body was far more sensitive than that vampiric one. Dorian all but relishing in so testing his lovers endurance now that the vampiric assistance had been removed. That very tightening of Sebastian's figure once more so gave way to just how close his lover was to that pleasurable high. Dorian increasing his pace but a final time as those feelings of pleasure all but overwhelmed him in turn. The Monarch so pushing his lover over that metaphorical edge with a final burst of that affinity.

His own figure was wholly content to join his companion but a moment later. Dorian's grip so tightening upon Sebastian's hips, affording the man several more heavy thrusts before that final, hard thrust so readily saw him hold himself within the depths of his lovers figure to find that very release that left him all but breathless in the wake of that utter pleasure. For several moments the Monarch so simply struggled to catch his own breath. His utterly sated figure gently withdrawing from within his husband, that very action prompting a final, soft sound from within Sebastian before the vampire all but collapsed onto that bed. Dorian's own figure rolling to land upon his back beside him. How exquisitely wonderful that satisfaction felt. Dorian so lifted one hand then to allow his fingers to run through his hair, that faint sheen of sweat still distinctly clear and yet, far more satisfying, was so surely that clear exhaustion that clung to his lover. There was something so wholly pleasing about satisfying his husband so fully as to make him tired. A feat very near impossible upon a vampiric form. Dorian wholly content to relish in that moment. The Monarch very near proud of his efforts as he so afforded his lover that ready, warm simper that held perhaps just a hint of smugness. The Fae King so commenting upon that very satisfaction he took from seeing Sebastian so spent in turn.

That very roll of his lovers eyes he was offered only prompted that soft chuckle from within himself. The simple return of those far more meaningful words only furthering that bright grin upon his features as his lips pressed to his husbands cheek once more. How rarely they offered those words of love and yet how eagerly that warmth seemed to all but flutter within his chest at that mere mention. That very need for closeness however, still tugged potently at the Monarch. Dorian shifting more fully agianst his husbands figure before so seeking to coax his lover to roll onto his back- if only so Dorian could rest his own head agianst Sebastian's chest. That eager, ready thrum of that living heart a wholly welcomed sound as the Monarch all but nestled agianst his lover then. The Fae King, for several moments yet, merely enjoying that veritable afterglow and that feel of his husband agianst him. How very much he desired to nestle beneath those blankets once more! To stay in bed the whole day! That soft, gentle sigh of simple contentment leaving him then- before the knock at the door so readily saw his eyes open. That soft voice calling from outside then. Your Majesty, Your Highness, do you desire to get up yet? Would you care to take breakfast now? That veritable groan easily rolled from within his throat then.

"No."

That very word fell from his lips almost unbidden. That sudden silence upon the opposite side of the door so readily signifying the veritable confusion he had so provided the poor manservant with that answers. Dorian struggling to maintain that straight face then as that fellow spoke once more with clear confusion. The man clearly not having anticipated that response. I'm sorry Your Majesty is that no you do not wish to get up, no to breakfast or no to both?

"No to both, thank you."

Neither Sebastian or Dorian had ever once failed to get up at that requested time by any of their servants and yet, tonight, the Monarch simply found he did not have the desire to rise at all. That still baffled manservant heading away then as Dorian chuckled softly once more. His and Sebastian's desire to 'sleep in' sure to be the veritable talk of the entire home now! The Fae King shifted but slightly atop his lover then, his gaze so meeting Sebastian's own once more. That look of consideration finding him then.

"Your not hungry yet are you?"

That Sebastian's rather living body might be hungry, especially after that energy used but only moments ago had only just then occurred to him. Dorian so affording his lover that neat contemplative look before that simper so returned. One hand reached easily forward then, Dorian so running his fingers through Sebastian's hair if only purely for the pleasure of that sensation and how distinctly adorable the man looked in that moment.

"Do you want to stay like this, to meet the Queen?"

He could, after all, so remove that life from his lover in just the same way as he had given it and yet, that Sebastian so might desire to meet the Queen with a living figure had readily occured to him in turn.