There was no denying that Sebastian particularly enjoyed the act of arousing his husband, even despite the potent desire that demanded his attention. He relished in each hitched breath that left Dorian's mouth, in each moan and press over his lover's hips in a blatant bid for more. The sweet taste of Dorian's lips against his own, of the fae's tongue caressing those sharpened canines, God how he lived for moments such as this! He could feel the ready effects of his actions as his lover's hips ground against the length of his own want, stroking to life a hardness within the fae to mirror his own. The Monarch's request for more, in the thickness of his Italian accent, was one Sebastian was wholly eager to provide - he had waited long enough, surely, to take his own husband. A single, final kiss was taken from the fae before Sebastian slowly withdrew his fingers from within the fae's physic, that soft sound of protest prompted a small glimpse of vague amusement upon the corners of his lips. He knew that sound so well, just as he knew that sensation of being caught between the gloriousness of that teasing while so craving the increased sensation he knew he could have.

His fingers reached for Dorian's own as Sebastian guided his lover towards the workbench in the center of the room, providing the fae something to steady himself with while Sebastian so ravished his figure. Dorian's fingers moved easily towards the edges of the table in preparation as Sebastian took up his place behind the Monarch. His hand shifted towards his lover's waist, his other hand gripping the all too sensitive length of himself as he positioned himself against the entrance of the fae Monarch. There was a certain firmness to the first thrust into the fae, the very sensation of it prompted a breathless moan from the vampire as he eagerly pushed himself deeper into his lover's physic. The fae's shift backward and into him only further assisted in his endeavor as he strove to push himself entirely into the tightness of Dorian's body. His own breath had quickly become unsteady as Sebastian's fingers tightened around his lover's waist, his own hips setting a pace far more feverish than he often allowed himself to be with his lover. The potency of the lust and his own needs eclipsed the gentleness in which he often loved the fae - his goals tonight far more focused upon that simple act of fucking. Thankfully, the fae uttered not even a syllable of protest as Dorian promptly matched the very pace he set. The very sensations that it afforded him prompted the sound of his own groans to fall from his lips as he pulled the fae King closer against him with each ready thrust.

How quickly Dorian seemed to tighten around him at the mutterance of Sebastian's own thick, English accent. The very sensation prompted an almost panted moan from the Englishman as his gaze temporarily fluttered close, the vampire momentarily caught simply coping with that overwhelmingly glorious feeling that assaulted him with each ready roll of his hips. His eyes opened as Dorian shifted, leaning against and further into him. That change in position, albeit slight, granted a whole new wealth of sensations to the pair, the simple angle adjusting far more than Sebastian had anticipated as he drew Dorian against the hard planes of his chest. The very friction of those movements had caused a rare glimpse of warmth to his figure that accompanied the sheen of sweat that had begun to coat his muscular frame. The movement of Dorian's hand drew his own gaze down as his husband shifted to embrace the length of himself. God, how Dorian knew just the things he so enjoyed watching, and just the very effects they so had upon him! His attention momentarily fluttered towards that simper upon his lover's features, the fae clearly well aware of just what he was doing and yet, Sebastian hardly minded it in the slightest as his own fingers tightened. How bloody arousing it was to watch Dorian become undone by his own hand! Particularly when Sebastian could feel the very effects of it!

Admittedly, Sebastian hardly required that distinctly Italian prompting, his own thoughts almost too muddied with those sensations to quickly translate those words and yet, the tone alone was one he readily understood. It wasn't often that Dorian craved more for him, nor was it often that Sebastian allowed that restraint he so often practiced within their lovemaking to fall so terribly. Still, if his King desired that roughness tonight, the Prince was more than happy to provide it as his pace increased, his breath more akin to an audible pant as he strove to stave off that very satisfaction that lingered just within reach. He could feel the very closeness of his own lover's frame to that completion, Dorian's own endurance often lacking when the strokes of his own hand entered the picture. Thankfully, the vampire himself found him falling dreadfully short of his own usual persistence. He leaned forward ever so slightly, his lips parted to brush against Dorian's neck. His fangs pressed gingerly against the silkiness of Dorian's flesh, their sharpened points piercing his lover's skin, even as his husband's figure tensed beneath him. For once, it was hardly his lover's blood that called to him, even though Carolina's lifeforce had been tainted with the lull of liquor. It was that very venom that he sought to fill the fae's figure with, one that quickly began to move through the fae's system and contribute towards that push towards the metaphorical edge.

It but mere moments, he could feel Dorian's figure tightening that final time around him, the very sensation of Dorian's release against him so quickly spurring on his own. Those final thrusts were altogether irregular and rough, the very sound of his name upon Dorian's lips prompted an answered groan as Sebastian found his own release within the fae Monarch, filling the depths of his lover with each moan. In the wake of that completion, he was almost hesitant to move. His body was still all too sensitive to his lover's form around him, the vampire strove to find some resemblance of breath as his chest rapidly rose and fell. His crystalline irises shifted downwards as Dorian's head turned to press against his jaw in a clear display of affection. His own accent was particularly heavy as he answered in the same breathless manner. "I'm sorry, Ma Biche. I'll try not to let it happen again."

Sebastian Ellington-Aragona