That soft groan of objection hardly lasted long upon the Italian Prince's lips as the warmth of Dorian's skin so brushed against him, that sweet kiss from his lover so prompting a veritable tidal wave of heat to so embrace his icicle frame. How distinct that very feeling of life was - like the sun lovingly caressing his very skin from the inside out. Sebastian exhaled a soft breath as he so basked in the simple sensation of life, the man acutely aware of the very temperatures that so surrounded him, from the coolness of the silk sheets that surrounded him to the warmth of those flickering flames within the hearth. How different being alive was when compared to those vampiric senses. Some things were simply felt so much more when the sounds of the world no longer assaulted him with such a vengeance. Sebastian was all too distinctly aware of the weight of his lover's hand upon his hip. How his husband so seemed to toy with those very sensations, prompting every ounce of his body to so respond to those nerves at just his lover's simple touch. How he had so wanted this! If only for what Dorian could so do to him with such blatant power! It was that singular query of whether or not he was ready that saw those impossibly bright blue eyes shift over his shoulder towards the King, that want still just as impossibly present as before, despite his momentary distraction.

Sebastian was entirely aware of the soft sensation of the tip of his lover against him as Dorian momentarily adjusted himself to find that entrance all over again. That firm roll of his lover's hips so pushed the length of the King within him, his mortal form so intently aware of the very girth of the Monarch, if only for how different his human body so was. How far more susceptible he was to that discomfort and yet the very want that so raged within him was more than enough to prompt his figure to adjust to those feelings, even in spite of how tightly his frame so gripped his lover's form. That first firm roll of the King's hips only pushed the Monarch further within him, prompting a low groan from his lips, one that was accompanied by an eager moan from his husband. How utterly....intense those very feelings were and yet even they were nothing compared to what he knew the King was so wholly capable of. Dorian seemed entirely earnest to set that pace and yet each roll of his lover's hips, and in turn, each movement of the Monarch within the depths of him, was accompanied with a tsunami of feelings that all but eclipsed everything. Those sensations were undoubtedly of the King's doing, prompting that veritable gasp from Sebastian's lips as he so leaned into each and every thrust of his husband's body.

His own breath so quickly lost that once steady flow, his voice turning more and more into an entanglement of groans and hitches. That glistening sheen of sweat coated his muscular frame as Sebastian shifted downwards to his forearms. His fingers clawed at those very sheets beneath him, balling them into his fists as Sebastian so attempted to stave off that very pleasurable peak. The vampire was hardly capable of lasting under the intense sway of his husband's powers when so combined with the firmness of each and every thrust of Dorian's hips against him. The vampire's body so readily gave away his very closeness to that peak, near betraying him in that singular moment as his figure so seemed to clench around the fae. Dorian pace so seemed to increase at that very moment, the Monarch clearly determined to push him over that edge as his lover thrust deeper within him. Within near moments, Sebastian's body so gave into those waves, that audible series of moans so leaving his lips as he so found that very height of satisfaction, his body quite near spasming in a reaction to all that the King beset him to. Dorian's own hands seemed to tighten upon his hips, his movements all the more robust before his lover so found that very release - quite near filling the vampire with his own seed. How entirely aware he was of each and every sensation that so assaulted him, from the gentle throbbing of his lovers' body in the wake of that pleasure to that very substance that lingered within him.

The vampire's chest rose and fell in the wake of all they had done as he so struggled to catch his own breath and yet, he remained still where he was for those few lingering moments before Dorian ever so gently withdrew from the depths of him. The very action caused an almost weak groan upon his lips before Sebastian all but collapsed on the bed. His crystalline gaze watched as Dorian settled on the bed beside them, the two men momentarily simply laying there in the afterglow of that wonderful physical exhaustion. He was all but ignorant of the pride that so seemed to fill the King to witness his very state of fatigue - at least until Dorian all too delightedly informed him of such. That roll of his eyes prompted a soft chuckle from his lover and yet, it was those three meaningful words alone that Sebastian so uttered in return. How aware, the vampire was, of the way his body so seemed to ache already as a direct result of all the Monarch had so done to him and yet, Sebastian hardly regretted it in the slightest. A small simper crossed his features as Dorian's lips pressed lightly against his cheek, only for the King to so nestle against his side.

That gentle coaxing to roll to his back hardly caused the vampire to move, at least, not at first. A soft sound of protest left his lips and yet his lover's continued efforts eventually caused the man to shift. Sebastian was well aware of his lover's head upon his chest, his own hand rose ever so slightly to rest against the Monarch's back. A soft yawn echoed on his lips as the vampire's gaze turned towards the ceiling and yet, he found himself so greatly desiring the embrace of those sheets - that upcoming visit with the Queen all but forgotten in the wake of that blissful coupling. That soft sound of contentment from his lover's lips prompted a small simper to flutter across his own features, the man nestling further into the sheets. The last thing he anticipated, however, was that knock upon the door, that sound of Sebastian's own staff was muffled behind the solid oak door. That soft groan from the King so mirrored his own thoughts and yet, Sebastian said little other than the soft chuckle that so afflicted him. If Dorian so deemed it time for them to rise, Sebastian surely wouldn't protest. After all, today was distinctly important to the Italian Prince, for more reason than one.

Sebastian hardly anticipated that singular word that fell from his husband's lips, provoking a clearly baffled silence within the poor man on the other side of the door. The vampire's head shook ever so slightly as the poor fellow so attempted to clarify that which the Monarch did not desire, only to prompt Dorian to turn down both offers. He could tell the poor manservant seemed taken aback, if only by that very silence that prevailed in the room. That continued quietness, however, near guaranteed that the fellow had left them to their own devices, Sebastian's gaze shifted only at the slight movement of his lover upon his chest. That look of consideration hardly went unnoticed. That inquiry, however, cause the vampire to shake his head ever so slightly. "No...not yet....I'm actually tired" The Englishman murmured, almost bemused by the sheer extent of his own exhaustion. His own cheek nuzzled ever so slightly into Dorian's hand, his own arms wrapping around the King in a simple desire to feel Dorian's flesh against his. The King's question caused his glacier gaze to turn back towards the King only for the vampire to shake his head ever so slightly. "No, she always stays so composed....but her heart always gives her away. Not hearing it would give me the collywobbles." His own distinctly British accent, so accompanied with that slang, so tended to return with a vengeance the very moment that ever set foot within his home country, now was hardly any different. "We should get up soon though....to get ready...." Sebastian lamented, his gaze flicking towards the watch upon his wrist. How very unfortunate it was to have to rise from the comforting embrace of that bed!

Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy