How easily his lover seemed to melt into his embrace, the fae all but leaning into the hard planes of his chest. Sebastian was all too keen to relish within that very closeness as he pulled Dorian tighter against his figure, his voice decidedly breathy as he murmured his own apology. His nose brushed delicately against the silken skin of his husband's neck before his lips pressed together sweetly beneath the fae King's jawline. A small, subtle simper crossed his features at that warm chuckle upon his husband's lips. Gingerly, Sebastian reached for the Fae Monarch's hand, the vampire effortlessly spinning Dorian until the two faced one another. He was hardly surprised that his lover had noticed the usually late hour in which he had returned tonight. After all, Sebastian was usually nothing but efficient in his hunting efforts - his goals so often focused upon merely returning back to their glorious estate as quickly as he possibly might, especially with the eyes of the public increasingly watching his every move. Tonight had been nothing if not an exception - Carolina had been more than a distraction, albeit one he had momentarily allowed. Nevertheless, it was that those pressing desires that saw Sebastian cut off his lover's words before Dorian could fret too greatly over what had otherwise kept him. His hand settled upon the fae's neck as he leaned forward, his lips pressed purposefully against Dorian's own in an all too clear desire. How eagerly Dorian seemed to return that kiss! The Monarch's own hands shifted to rest against his waist and yet, how much more he wanted than just the very flavor of Dorian upon his lips.

His fingers skirted along the waistband of his husband's slacks, dipping beneath the elastic, his hand cupping the Monarch's behind as he pressed Dorian forward and closer against Sebastian's own groin. God, how he so needed his husband's attention - that desire within him a veritable ache. Dorian hardly fought against that request as Sebastian pressed himself against the fae, the hardened length of his own physique so surely felt even beneath the fabric of his own dress pants. Sebastian hardly anticipated the shift of Dorian's hand from his waist and yet how utterly welcome the King's touch was! That very sensation, subtle though it was prompted a soft sound within the back of his throat. He hardly fought his husband as Dorian pulled away, the bright crystalline hue of his own irises momentarily met the entrancing silver of the fae's. He was hardly inattentive to the teasing tone that laced his lover's words and yet, his own voice was nothing short of husky in response. "Ma Bichette, you have no idea," Sebastian muttered as his lips once again pressed against Dorian's own in an altogether passionate manner. He was hardly willing to be satisfied with just his husband's proximity alone, his own finger shifting to brush against that sensitive place the pair so often left for last. His touch alone prompted a gasp to the Monarch's lips, though it was hardly enough to cease his assault of affection. The slight backward press of Dorian's figure against his hand only caused his touch to become all the more firm as he so caressed that very spot, the vampire determined to tease the fae to that very state of arousal he so required him to be.

The vampire was well aware of that tightened grip upon his waist, the very sound of that groan was nothing short of delightful though Sebastian so adored undoing his lover in such a manner. His glacier blue gaze fluttered open as Dorian pulled away, that playfulness still entirely present within his lover's voice though Sebastian made little effort to explain all that Carolina had put him through to prompt him into such a state of arousal. Rather, he watched as Dorian leaned closer, only for the King's lips to press against his neck in that manner he so adored. The sensation of Dorian's mouth against his skin prompted yet another hitch to his own breath. "God...Dorian." He uttered, those very words more akin to a groan as the fae's fingers shifted to undo the button and zipper upon his pants. Thank God. Those slacks had become drastically uncomfortable, his own hardness so pressing against the seams of the material. His free hand fell to the fae's waist as Dorian's arms shifted to wrap around his neck. The sensation of Dorian's figure grinding against his own prompted yet another moan upon his lips - his finger pressed against his lover's figure as if further pushing the King against his groin. That friction was hardly enough for him, the vampire hardly needing that teasing and yet, how he yearned for Dorian's attention.

His lips pressed distractedly against his lover's own before Dorian pulled away in an almost impish manner. The King's announcement that he would require more of Sebastian's attention, however, caused his eyebrow to raise ever so slightly. "I can certainly help with that." He breathed as his hand moved from the fae's hip, the vampire stepping back but mere inches. His fingers reached for the button on Dorian's pants, the vampire easily undoing it. He moved towards the zipper, pulling it down if only to shove his lover's pants off of the King's hips - giving him unhampered access to the more intimate sections of the fae. It was with that very freedom the removal of Dorian's pants gave him that allowed his finger to shift, entering the fae as his own hips once again found their place and Dorian's groin. He was all too eager to pick up that steady grinding all over, his body sensitive to even the slightest of sensations when so being forced to go without for so dreadfully long. It would have been easy to push his lover to that state he desired, those fangs more than capable of it and yet, Sebastian wanted to enjoy bringing the fae to the same state of arousal that so afflicted him.

Sebastian Ellington-Aragona