His Royal Majesty

Dorian Ellington-Aragona

The King of Italy

How decidedly quick his lover was to give in to those demands for that deeper, more ardent kiss. Sebastian's lips near obediently parting to afford him that very sort of kiss Dorian so utterly adored. That passionate embrace so stirring but another soft sound of pleasure from within himself as his tongue swept softly over the pointed tips over his lovers fangs. Sebastian always had been but the most glorious kisser, of that Dorian remained utterly assured. The Fae King having informed his lover of that very fact on several occasions. In all the lips that had so surely found his own over that vast expanse of his life and each turning century, Sebastians alone he had so come to near crave. He had surely taken his lover but hundreds of times and yet that desire for Sebastian so never lessened. The vampire so knowing just exactly how to ignite that very want within himself. That utter, undeniable, irrevocable love he had for his husband surely adding to each of those unions shared between them. How much better and wholly more glorious those intimate moments were when so engaged within with a being he so desperately adored. Yet too- how quick those sweet kisses had not become enough to satisfy that pressing want! Dorian so allowing his lips to pull gently back from Sebastian's own only to request more form his husband then. That press of Sebastian's fingers agianst him and too the feel of his lovers own arousal with each brush of his own hips so hardly satisfying enough any longer. Dorian's words in that moment so heavily laced with that accent and too that very lust that so often seemed to overtake him in those heated moments.

Sebastian's lips pressed agianst his own but a final time, stealing that fleeting, sweet kiss before the vampires fingers shifted from within himself. Dorian so unable to prevent that soft groan of protest at the very loss of that sweet sensation and yet how desperately he desired far more than Sebastian's fingers alone were capable of providing him! Sebastian's hand reached for his own then, Dorian so readily allowing the vampire to guide him toward that work bench within the center of the room, his own hands moving to grip firmly at the tables edge in that ready preparation for his lovers own intentions. That singular, soft brush of Sebastian's fingers agianst the heated skin of his waist so readily saw the Monarch still beneath that touch before he felt the press of his husbands arousal. Sebastian took but a moment longer to position himself before that first, firm thrust so smoothly pressed that hardened length of his physique into Dorian's own. That very sensation so coaxing that groan from the Monarchs lips. Dorian but readily pressing backward in that desire to take only more of his husband and satisfy those wants that so firmly ensnared them both. Each eager, firm thrust so readily prompted those sounds of pleasure within himself, Sebastian so at last sheathed sweetly within him entirely, Dorian's figure so tightening around his lovers own in ready response to those glorious sensations each roll of Sebastian's hips so afforded him. Dorian's hands gripped more firmly at that table edge, Sebastian so setting a firmer, more demanding pace then he so often did and yet how readily Dorian welcomed that urgency, his own hips so striving to match that very pace, that pleasure so rapidly and gloriously building with each motion. Those very moans that fell from Sebastians lips but utterly exquisite to hear in turn. How much Dorian so adored to be the very source of the reason behind those sweet sounds that echoed within the vampires throat.

The single, soft utterance of his lover's voice agianst his ear so readily prompted the tightening of his physique around him all over again, Dorian so adoring to hear those very words! That very feel of Sebastian within and agianst him nothing short of glorious, that sensation of fullness so readily increasing that every mounting pleasure as Dorian's breath so quickly became as unsteady as Sebastian's own. The Monarch's figure lent but softly backward then. Dorian releasing his grip upon that table only to press further back and into Sebastian in turn. That change in position, subtle though it was, affording the pair but a whole new wealth of sensation and depth. Dorian so adoring that increased feel of skin on skin. Sebastians physique so wonderfully warm at his back and all the more satisfying to feel with but each ardent thrust into the tightness of his own physique. Dorian's own hand shifted then. The monarch moving to gently embrace his own sensitive, hardened arousal, the Fae King desperately desiring that further friction and yet- how readily he knew just how much Sebastian so adored to see his hand embrace himself. That very sight so distinctly seeming to arouse his lover but each and every time. Dorian so unable to prevent that knowing simper that danced near impishly upon his lips.

Sebastian's grip tightened upon his hips once more, his husband so assisting in pressing him but further back and agianst him, that pleasurable peak so easily within reach and yet those Italian lyrics so managed to find his lips all the same. English, in that moment, far too difficult for Dorian to recall. His voice distinctly heavy with that want. The Fae King so uttering that rarely spoken request for even more from his lover. Dorian so desperatly desiring that roughness of sorts, that fucking rather then that love making. Sebastian, this evening, all-too willing to comply with that very request. The vampires pace so increased then, those firm thrusts becoming even more so as yet another moan of pleasure so forced itself from Dorian's lips. Those sensations becoming readily overwhelming now as Dorian's gaze so fluttered closed and he strove to hold back that pleasurable release for as long as possible, his endurance so sorely lacking in the wake of that feel of Sebastian within and agianst him and too those strokes of his own hand. That sudden feel of Sebastian's lips at his neck prompted his silver gaze to open once more. Dorian so barely afforded that moment to ready himself for what his very figure so innately knew was coming before his lovers fangs pierced into that flesh. That sharp, stinging pain was quickly overwhelmed by the sheer rush of pleasure so unique to Sebastian's own venom. That very sensation prompting a gasp from Dorians lips before the venom so overtook his system entirely. Dorian wholly incapable of holding back from that release any longer in the wake of that bite, his figure tightening that final time around Sebastian's own as Dorian pressed firmly back agianst his husband in that utterly blissful, perfect moment, those moans falling freely from his lips now. Sebastian's name uttered in turn.

"God, Sebastian."

The force of that very release left him utterly breathless. The simple feel of Sebastian finding that release within him in turn nothing short of glorious as Dorian lent back agianst his lover then. That fine sheen of sweat coating his heated figure as he struggled to catch his breath. Dorian wholly capable of feeling each and every rapid beat of his heart and Sebastian own in that interim. That near lazy simper so found his lips then as he merely angled his head back and upward to press his lips beneath his husbands jaw in those sweet kisses. His words still largely breathless.

"Whatever so got into you tonight, Mon Cher.....it was glorious- but do not stay out so late again if you can help it. I missed you."