The Sun Also Rises

There was nothing so satisfying as that feeling of his lover agianst his hand. Clandestine though it was in that stolen interval. The Chancellor would surely be back at any moment and yet Dorian so hardly found himself capable of resisting his desire to touch his husband any longer. The length of his lover, so firm agianst his hand, so eagerly betrayed Sebastian's own readiness and only furthered that arousal upon the Monarch himself. The deep, sensual groan his hand so readily seemed to draw from Sebastian was nothing short of glorious to hear. Ah, but how he adored to coax that hitch of breath to the vampires lips! Yet- how distinctly aware he was of just how close to that veritable edge Sebastian remained. Dorian, this evening, was determined to have Sebastian find that pleasurable release at the right time. Within that University common room was, so surely, not the desired location even despite his own distinct want. His hand afforded his husband several firm caresses before Dorian gently withdrew it from Sebastian's waistband. The Monarch, this time, so content to turn that very attention upon himself as Dorian moved to cup at his own hardened desire. Those very strokes were nothing short of pleasurable and yet how readily he knew that veritable exhabitionism was so eternally a weakness of the vampire. Sebastian always seemed to delight in watching him pleasure himself. That very act only tugging more firmly at that arousal in them both before the sound of footsteps heralded the promised return of that chancellor. How desperately Dorian so hardly desired to stop and yet- how unwilling he was for something so decidedly....private to become front page news. It was with no small measure of reluctance that the Monarch's hands so returned to his sides, his clothing dually straightened before he moved to fall into step with the Chancellor once more and allow Sebastian and himself to be guided back toward that entrance hall. Such a mercy it would be to return to the darkened depths of the car. Heavens, but it was near uncomfortable to walk!

How fortunate it was that such a walk back to the entrance hall was hardly far. Dorian quite assured that such a visit was surely over. Only for that Chancellor to suggest at those various speeches by esteemed guests he had planned for the evening. How utterly horrific such an idea sounded! How normally Dorian might surely have patiently permitted such a thing and yet this evening the Fae King so found himself in utterly no state to sit for any length of time when those far more pressing needs so demanded to be met. It was distinctly rare, in every sense, for Dorian to exercise those royal privileges and yet his near distinct declaration that the evening had ended here and now was one that even the Chancellor so found himself powerless to protest agianst. Even despite that look of confusion upon his features. Dorian's ready insistence that Sebastian and himself would surely make a charitable donation to the university, in the very least, seemed to appease the man to some degree. Those speeches, after all, had surely been designed to garner just that. Dorian so having come to learn that the modern world functioned near the same as the ancient one from which he had come when it came to those seeking money. The modern world had merely become....less direct in its efforts. In the very least the Chancellor seemed willing to accept that promised donation before Dorian so took the lead once more in offering his final pleasantries before striding purposefully back toward the waiting town car. How assured he was he could not climb within it fast enough!

Dorian slid smoothly into the car, the warm darkness of that vehicle a welcomed retreat from the world outside. Sebastian was decidedly quick to follow, the Fae King waiting only so long as it took his lover to shut that door then his hand reached eagerly to grasp Sebastian's shirt and tug his husband towards him. Dorian's lips met his lovers near feverishly. That utter want so surely abundantly clear within that impassioned embrace. Dorian in that moment so finding himself utterly craving Sebastian in every fashion. How he could so hardly get enough of the man he adored! His lovers near muttered assurance he had believed those men would never stop prompted a teasing roll of Dorian's own eyes. The Monarch breaking that kiss only long enough to utter those accented words in return.

"I know! Heavens, but he would have had us sit through another two hours of speeches. I consider myself a patient man but even I had no ability to wait nearly so long as that to have you. Besides, I am the King aren't I? People are supposed to do as I desire."

How readily that near impish look so returned to his features then. Dorian chuckled softly at his own words before his lips so eagerly returned to the vampire's own. Sebastian's hands were quick to reach for his jacket. Dorian, in that moment, so holding no desire at all to hamper his husbands efforts as his own figure shifted as best it could in an effort to further assist the vampire in ridding him of that clothing that had become nothing but a nuisance. His jacket was tossed quickly aside, Dorian hardly caring where that clothing fell too as Sebastian reached for his pants. The vampire was near mercifully quick in finding the button and zipper before pushing both his pants and undergarments down in a singular, quick motion. Sebastian, finally, given access to the Monarch in his entirety. The vampire quickly embraced that all-to-ready ready length then. How glorious that touch was! Dorian was utterly unable to suppress the moan of sheer pleasure that came from his husband's hands upon him. The hardness upon his figure all but aching with need. Sebastian's own accented words so readily filled that space then as Dorian lips pulled softly away from his husbands own once more. The vampire's request so readily prompted the return of that image to Dorian's own mind and the fashion in which he had teased his lover at how readily he was assured they could have made use of such a couch as that within the painting. The car and its plush leather seats were so surely capable of fulfilling that role. How glorious an idea. How utterly unwilling Dorian was to wait any longer before seeing that request fulfilled. Sebastian's desire to be taken here and now only further arousing and undeniably sexy.

Dorian reached eagerly forward to press Sebastian's own coat from his figure then, that clothing tossed to the car floor to join his own before his hand pressed firmly agianst Sebastian's chest in an effort to coax the vampire to lay back agianst those fine leather seats. The Monarch's hands reached deftly for Sebastian's own pants then, the wetness that lingered upon them veritable proof of just how ready Sebastian was. God how decidedly sexy that was. Sebastian's pants were no sooner loosened then Dorian moved to slide them smoothly down his husband's figure, discarding them to the floor along with the vampire's shoes. Sebastian so finally bare before him and so entirely his own for the taking. The Fae King, here and now, seeing little need for any manner of foreplay with both of them were so entirely ready. Dorian shifted his own position slightly until one knee knelt upon that leather seat, his other foot resting agianst the floor of the car as best it could before Dorian all but tugged Sebastian towards him. One hand reached forward then to guide Sebastian's right leg up and over his shoulder, the left leg following suit a moment later, that very position so perfectly exposing his lover as he desired. Dorian's hand reached between them to position that length of himself as his lover's entrance, the Monarch leaning forward and over his lover as best he could, only to thrust firmly forward and into Sebastian in a decidedly demanding motion that so surely spoke of just how much he had desired this.

God. How glorious that sensation was! The warm, ready tightness of his lover's figure was nothing short of pleasurable in the extreme, Dorian utterly unable to suppress that groan that fell from his lips as his hips rolled forward again and again, sheathing the hard length of himself entirely within his husband's figure with each firm thrust. Dorian's silver gaze flickered closed for the briefest of moments in response to that wealth of sensation that assaulted his own figure. The Monarch was entirely aware of his lover's own hard length brushing agianst his stomach with each thrust, affording Sebastian that much needed friction agianst him. One arm remained wrapped around Sebastian's right leg, keeping them both balanced as they were, Dorian's other hand rested agianst that black divider between themselves and that driver. The foot that rested agianst the floor allowed him that greater control and too- the ability to thrust all the more firmly into his lover's body. How readily those pleasurable sensations had already raced toward that peak! Dorian's thrusts increasing all the more ardently to bring them both to the very pinnacle of that release they surely craved. His breath had already become unsteady, those moans rising within his throat with each roll of his hips. Sebastian alone so capable of providing him that distinct and glorious pleasure they had both waited so long for.

"Fuck, Bastian, you feel so good."

Dorian Ellington-Aragona