How utterly tantalizing it was to feel that teasing sensation of Dorian's pants so pressing against him. God, how desperately he wanted more of the fae Monarch, that press of his lover's hips against his own so entirely distracting from the King's lips. The Englishman was so painfully aware of his lover's body against him, the stirring of arousal he'd begun to prompt in the fae was felt as his husband's figure began to harden against him, even despite the thin layer of cotton that so separated the two. The fae's request for more was one he was more than eager to give into as his hands momentarily left his own toying to undo those khaki slacks upon Dorian's waist. It was only once button and zipper were both undone that Sebastian pushed the King's pants from his lips, his husband all too willing to assist in their removal as he squirmed out of his slacks. The Prince hardly had the patience to tend to the removal of that button down shirt - the vampire hardly caring enough with the lack of undergarments gave him all that he needed. His hand returned astutely to his lover's form, his fingers no longer placated with that simple toying when the removal of Dorian's pants provided him with far better access to those intimate areas of the fae. He pressed his forefinger into the very depths of the Italian Monarch, the action alone rewarded Sebastian with a low breathy groan. God, how he enjoyed bringing those very moans to the fae's lips, just as he so enjoyed becoming entangled within those sheets with his husband. After those two short years they'd spent together, Sebastian still was not yet satisfied with those intimate encounters they so frequently engaged within.

He craved far more of the Monarch, however, now that he'd so seen to the removal of Dorian's pants and eagerly, Sebastian pressed his lover forward and against him. His hand's movements were entirely purposeful as he sought to ensure his lover's own readiness for that release Sebastian was all too desperate for. How quickly Dorian's own hips began to move, the King matching that very rhythm he had set. The King's hands quickly shifted downwards towards Sebastian's pants - how long he'd waited to have that infernal material removed! Despite that undone button, they had become so entirely uncomfortable and yet, he'd strove tonight to ensure that they fell to Dorian's hands alone - even despite that snow leopard's particular willingness to encourage the destruction of those wedding vows. Sebastian was all but quick to step free of those garments, the vampire using his own feet to pull himself from his shoes before they too were effortlessly pushed aside in favor of those more pressing needs. He was well aware of his husband's fingers brushing across the gold splendor of his refined abdomen, only to trace upwards towards his pecks. The glacier hue to Sebastian's gaze never once left his husband, his breath quickly becoming uneven at each roll of Dorian's hips against his groin. His head leaned gingerly into those fingers that soon entangled within his chestnut locks, though Sebastian was quick to give into Dorian's desire for that far deeper kiss. His lips parted, allowing his lover's tongue to brush so mischievously against his fangs. God, Dorian knew just what that did to him!

Softly, Sebastian's lips pulled away from the tenderness of Dorian's own, the King's accented voice was breathless with that desire he had coaxed to life. Truthfully, the vampire adored that sound - the very richness of that Italian accent was all the more poignant when that lust overrode all other needs. A small, almost smug simper toyed at the far corners of his lips, Sebastian more than willing to oblige the fae King when his own desires so desperately aligned with his husband's. That final kiss upon his lips was one he returned in an almost distracted fashion. Slowly, Sebastian's fingers withdrew from the very depths of his lover's physique - the fae so undoubtedly ready for him. The very melody of Dorian's groan so certainly serving as arousing in and of itself - though Sebastian hardly required the increased stimulation, himself already near painfully...hard. His hand reached for his lover's own as the Englishman guided the fae towards the epicenter of the room and the table covered with canvases. Dorian was all too quick to let his hands grip the very edge of that bench, in clear preparation for what they both desired. The soft caress of Sebastian's fingers upon his lover's bare waist was all that was required for the man to still before the Englishman reached down to grasp the length of himself. He was all but purposeful as he positioned himself at the Monarch's entrance before his hips smoothly shifted forward. Even Sebastian was unable to keep the groan from reverberating upon his lips at the sensation of Dorian's frame so tightly gripping him. How fucking amazing Dorian felt! Especially after waiting so bloody long!

The Englishman's hips rolled against his lover's frame, pushing himself further into the very depths of the Italian King until the length of him so sweetly nestled within his lover. Sebastian provided his husband with but the smallest of moments to adjust to those very sensations before those thrusts began at a far more rhythmic pace. His own breath quickly began to unravel as Dorian's body so effortlessly met his own with each roll of his hips. The vampire's grip tightened upon his husband's hips, his own movements perhaps quicker and somehow harder than he often allowed himself to be. So much of the vampire was so often kept under strict control and yet, tonight he had endured enough teasing to see his restraint waver. The soft, baritone murmur of his own English lit within Dorian's ear saw the fae tighten around him - that action alone prompting a groan upon his lips as his eyelashes momentarily fluttered close. God - how Dorian could so quickly undo him like that! That slight shift of his lover's form drew his attention as the Monarch leaned back against him, his own pace wavering but momentarily as the pair readjusted ever so slightly. The minuscule change within their position, however, offered a whole new wealth of sensations as Dorian pressed himself further against the Prince. His gaze fluttered downwards, those bright crystalline irises watching as the fae reached for himself. The simple brush of Dorian's fingers against himself so seemingly increasing those very sensations that assault the Monarch, and, in turn, Sebastian was all too aware of that increased tightness as the pair moved further and further towards that desperate release.

That press of Dorian's hips back against him only further tightened his grip upon the King's sides as his fingers so assisted in that backward movement. The thick Italian accent so quickly ensnared Sebastian's attention, though it took the vampire a moment to mentally translate those words when he was so easily distracted with the very feeling of Dorian's fit physique. Even so, he was more than willing to satisfy his husband's wants as he leaned ever so slightly into Dorian. "Come vuoi." (As you wish). He uttered, the vampire all too willing to further increase that very pace. God, how hard it was to keep any measure of endurance now! And how quickly he found himself at the very edge of that precipice. His lips parted, the vampire within him eager to fulfill his husband's request just as he too was, perhaps, eager to claim the fae King as his own in every feasible manner. Sebastian's sharpened canines were quick to pierce the Monarch's flesh - leaving his mark upon his lover's neck while too fulling his lover with that venom, further pushing the King towards that satisfaction that he so struggled to stave off.

Sebastian Ellington-Aragona