For hours, Sebastian had been beset to that unrelenting teasing beneath the close figure of the young were-woman. From her incessant grinding against him to the very show she had given him, the Englishman had found himself distinctly aroused for long enough that such desires had become a veritable ache within his loins. The press of his slacks against him had become nothing short of uncomfortable. In spite all of it, Sebastian had waited for Dorian's touch alone, his own hand pressing firmly against his lover's figure if only to press Dorian further against his groin and that place he so desired the Monarch's attention. His lover's hand reached down to brush in a distinctly curious caress against the front of his jeans, the very firmness alone so surely giving away his very state of neediness, if not the slight dampness that so came with that prolonged arousal. The sheer gentleness alone, when Sebastian craved so much more however, prompted an audible groan from his lips. That warm simper and teasing tone from his lover, however, only prompted a near husky response from the vampire as Sebastian insisted that Dorian truly had little notion of just the very state that the Englishman was in. Oh, how he longed for the physique of his fae lover! How he yearned to feel himself filled with the very length of his husband, and how too he needed that release. His own lips so eagerly found Dorian's own all over again, as if encouraging the fae to refocus his attention instead from the previous hours to those far more sensual actions he near demanded.

Sebastian's fingers slid against the smoothness of his lover's flesh, his touch shifting a far more intimate area upon his husband's physique. That soft, abrupt gasp from his lover's lips prompted a small, nearly mischevious simper from the corner of his own features as Dorian pressed into his hand. The vampire, in turn, all the more willing to provide the fae King what he so desired, his very touch pressing far more firmly as he so began to tease the Monarch into that ready state he desired. His own efforts rewarded him that very groan that the vampire so loved to hear - the sound itself all the more of a turn on. He was well aware of Dorian's fingers pressing further into his own hips as the fae pulled back just enough to press his lips to the sensitive skin of Sebastian's own neck. That soft brush of Dorian's mouth against his skin caused his very breath to hitch. The vampire's body was already so increasingly attentive as it was that he hardly required the extra teasing and yet, how willing he was to fall apart beneath the astute workings of his lover's mouth and hands. He could hardly help his own moan as his husband's hands moved slowly downward, his fingers undoing the button and zipper of his slacks if only to grant him some measure of increased comfort. It was slight but God how distinctly awkward those pants had begun to feel! His crystalline gaze shifted towards those entrancing silver irises as Dorian's arms lifted to wrap around his neck.

He was well aware of that press of Dorian's hips against his figure, grinding against his groin in a continuation of that dance the vampire had been subjected to for much of the night. Even so, the Prince all but craved even the slightest bit of friction and, in turn, Sebastian pressed his lover closer towards him - effectively pinning the fae King between his hips and his own probing touch. The soft sound of Dorian's voice drew his gaze and yet, how easily Sebastian was to give into his lover's needs. How ready he was to devote the entirety of his attention to the fae, his own words mirroring such as he shifted backward just enough to reach down for the fae's own pants. His fingers deftly undid the button of those pants, the King's zipper quickly falling suite before the vampire pushed the material from his lover's hips, providing him unhampered access to all of Dorian's physique. He gave his lover that brief moment to squirm further out of those pants, the fae stepping from those slacks and undergarments only to leave that the Monarch clothed with his shirt. Even so, Sebastian was hardly patient enough to see to the full removal of his lover's clothing, the vampire far more dutiful in his exploration. He provided the fae with distinctly little warning before his finger pressed into the very entrance of the fae King, just as his hips shifted forward to rub against the length of the fae. His hand had slowly picked up its own probing rhythm within the fae as that moan echoed upon Dorian's lips. He watched as the King's gaze fluttered close, that clear enjoyment only serving to further spur him onwards.

He hardly fought against his lover's fingers as Dorian pushed those pants from his own hips, that freedom he was finally given was nothing short of utterly glorious. The Englishman shifted just enough to let his own slacks fall further down. The very sensation of Dorian's hips rolling against his own, the length of the Monarch grinding against his own hardness, it was enough to bring an unevenness to his own breath as he pressed all the more firmly against his lover in a desperate bid for some satisfaction. Dorian's lips pressed against his own and yet, Sebastian was almost distracted from the very passion of his lover's kiss. His own lips parted, allowing the King to deepen the kiss in that very manner he knew Dorian loved most. How eagerly his own hips met each and every roll of Dorian's own, despite that ever-increasing pace. How quickly his husband's own figure seemed to find that hardness he desired of his lover as Dorian's hands fit under his own button down shirt. He was well aware of the King's exploration of his toned physique and yet, at that moment, Sebastian's own attention was focused entirely upon that satisfaction his body seemed to so desperately seek, even though that friction was hardly enough. His lover's fingers entwined with his brunette locks as Dorian' nipped at his lower lip, the sensation along prompted yet another shuddered groan from his lips. Thankfully, Dorian was hardly inclined to leave him waiting for much longer as the fae pulled back just enough to voice his own readiness.

How he so loved to hear that breathless beseeching upon the King's lips! The sound alone prompted a soft simper to his features before he nodded ever so slightly. Slowly, his fingers withdrew from the Monarch's physic as Sebastian stepped backward, wiggling the rest of his own slacks to the ground before stepping out of his shoes and pants. His hand reached for his lover, the vampire hardly even voicing a syllable as he guided Dorian towards that workbench in the very center of the room. It, after all, would prove to be more than a suitable place to support the King's weight. He guided his lover's hands to the edge of the table, only to move around the carefully positioned fae. One hand settled upon Dorian's waist, his other wrapped around himself as Sebastian positioned himself at the entrance of his husband. He was more than assured of his lover's readiness, his own affections meant to prepare the Monarch for himself just as it too was meant for the King's own pleasure. With a roll of his hips, the Italian Prince pushed himself into the fae King, that very sensation alone prompted an audible sound from his lips as those slow, following thrusts only pushed him further into the Monarch's body. "God, Dorian, you feel....amazing." He murmured into his lover's ear, the vampire giving the King a brief moment to adjust to those very sensations before he allowed himself that rhythmic thrust of his hips. His hand was all too firm upon his lover's waist, the vampire's own movements perhaps a bit harder and desperate than he so often allowed himself to be with the fae and yet - how incredibly long he had waited just for this.

Sebastian Ellington-Aragona