His Royal Majesty

Dorian Ellington-Aragona

The King of Italy

There was surely but no greater sensation in all the very world then that of his lovers arms so encircling him and too that press of Sebastian's lips to his own with that ardent fervor. How he had fretted over his husband tonight! Dorian quite assured in those moments prior to his lovers return he had known just exactly how those women of his own day had felt when they lingered by windows and in doorways to peer down those dusted roads for the sight of a horse or carriage so returning their husbands to them. It was foolish, surely, to miss the vampire when he had been gone only hours and yet the Monarch had become so simply used to his presence, to hearing him move about, to the muttered sound of his voice as he took those calls within his office. Sebastian's simple presence in their home so having come to represent a certain degree of safety, a contentment Dorian was loath to be without. This very night so surely having dragged on far to long for his like and yet how wholly quick he was to forgive that very lateness in the moments his lovers lips met his own. Dorian relishing in that kiss, that taste and that simple return of his lover back into his arms where the Monarch remained assured the man altogether belonged. Those very words he had attempted to offer so stolen away by that kiss itself as his own hands came to rest on Sebastian's waist.

He had so hardly anticipated the fashion in which his husbands fingers delved smoothly beneath the waistband of his pants, that warm hand cupping his butt, pressing him closer and more firmly agianst his lover's toned figure then. Dorian so hardly opposed to that very position and yet how abundantly clear Sebastian's state of readiness so became in that moment! That firmness to the vampires figure utterly undeniable. Dorian so unable to prevent that surprise from finding his features then. The Fae King unable to recall a time in which Sebastian had ever come home in quite such a state of arousal as this. What on earth had he so been doing tonight!? Dorian's own hand shifted just so in that moment to brush downward and over that ready firmness, the Monarch cupping that length of his lover through those pants then as if to assure himself entirely of just what he had felt agianst his own leg. That soft groan that touch so elicited from the vampire prompting a simper to Dorian's own features in turn. That teasing tone so easily finding his words in that moment only for Sebastian to assure him he had no idea of just what the vampire had so been through this very evening. Sebastian's lips eagerly finding his own again in that moment. Dorian once more wholly prone to forget those questions that danced about within his mind in favour of those sweet kisses he so desperately desired.

Sebastian, it seemed, was so hardly willing to be satisfied with his lovers proximity alone in that moment. The vampires hand roving smoothly over his flesh then, Dorian distinctly aware of those fingers that pressed so suddenly agianst that part of himself so often left till last in those intimate embraces. That very place so undeniably sensitive and so earning his lover that near instant reaction. A soft gasp stolen readily from the Monarch's lips at that touch. Dorian near instinctively pressed back agianst Sebastian's hand in search of that further pressure. Sebastian so hardly denying him those very caresses that coaxed that ready groan from the Monarch in turn. Dorian's grip so tightening upon his lovers waist in response to those sensations. His figure already beginning to react to that gentle teasing he so positively adored! The Fae King pulled back slightly from his lover once more, Dorian so allowing his head to tilt to the side and his lips to find that ever-sensitive smooth skin on Sebastian's neck. The Monarch adorning that flesh in that soft, tender trail. His husband so hardly required any further teasing- given his current state and yet that very taste of Sebastian's skin and too- those very sounds such an act so often coaxed from the vampire so had that habit of increasing Dorian's own pleasure in turn. That hitch to Sebastian's breath and those decidedly accented words uttered upon that groan were nothing short of glorious. Dorians own hand slipped further downward then to grasp gently for that button and zipper of his lovers pants- the Monarch effortlessly undoing them to afford Sebastian that decided freedom he was assured the man all but craved in that moment. His own hands lifted once more then to wrap about his companions neck, his lips eagerly finding the vampires own once more as his figure pressed determinedly back agianst his lovers to afford Sebastian that very friction he strove for. That sensation, he suspected, still not enough to satisfy the vampire tonight. Dorian wholly willing to do as Sebastian so often did for him and tend to those near carnal needs.

Sebastian's efforts to press him closer still so readily saw the Fae respond, that soft sound pleasure drawn from his own lips at his husbands practised touches. Sebastian so eternally...skilled with his hands when he chose to be. Just where or how the vampire had come to be in that very state of arousal so hardly mattered at that moment. Dorian fixated upon relieving his lover of that discomfort and too- acting upon that very want that had begun to tug fervently at himself. Dorian paused but briefly to insist that very need for a little more of Sebastian's attention if the vampire so desired that same state of arousal from him. Sebastian decidedly quick to see to that very request as he stepped back. That ready simper finding the Monarch's lips as Sebastian's fingers so expertly saw to the button and zip of his own pants, those garments pushed easily from his hips, Dorian squirming but slightly in an effort to allow them to fall all the way to the floor leaving the Fae in his shirt alone as he stepped neatly from those pants and undergarments. Sebastian's hands so continued that near glorious exploration then, his lovers finger abruptly entering his figure in the same moment as the vampire pressed agianst him once more. Dorian near assaulted by that wealth of sensation as that ready moan fell from him then, his eyes fluttering closed in response that that touch as his hand tightened upon his lovers waist once more.

"Christ..."

How he so hardly knew if he desired to press further forward and toward that length of his lover or back agianst that the vampires talented fingers. Dorians figure easily responding to that pleasure afforded to him now as his hands moved to further push Sebastian's own pants from him entirely and offer them both that skin on skin sensation and much desired fraction that came with each roll of their hips. How quickly Sebastian was capable of undoing him! Dorian's breath already finding that unsteadiness in those moments that followed- his lips crushing agianst his husbands own with a determined force. Dorian readily seeking to deepen that very kiss in just the fashion he adored most. Another groan rising within his throat as he did. How rare such energy from his lover was and yet how he adored that spontaneity! That grinding of the Monarch's hips so become only more and more urgent ten until that length of himself, in turn, had found that needed hardness. How easy it was to trail his hands upward, his fingers roving over each hardened muscle within his lovers fit figure. Dorian assured he knew Sebastian's body far better then he had ever known any other and yet, for all those times they had been together he so never ceased to desire his husband in every day. His fingers so at last nestled within Sebastian's dark locks, Dorian's teeth so catching the vampires lower lip between them as he withdrew from that kiss. His voice holding those readily breathless notes then. That want surely clear.

"Bastian? I desire...far...far more than your fingers. Please..."