Oh, how grateful Sebastian was for even the mere sight of the towncar awaiting their return. Walking had become a difficult task, those pants entirely restricting the vampire as his figure pressed against the material with every single movement. How aware Sebastian was of each sensation! Those dress pants only provided just enough friction to be irritatingly uncomfortable and just slightly teasing all at the same moment. An audible breath left his lips, the vampire merely focusing upon those steps required to get to the sweet embrace of the darkened vehicle and the privacy it surely offered the royal couple. Smoothly, Sebastian slid into the vehicle behind his lover, the door closing not but moments later after him. Dorian hardly hesitated to reach out for him in those moments after, his lover's fingers entangling in the crisp fabric of his freshly ironed shirt. How eagerly Sebastian gave into that demanding pull, his lips meeting his husband's own in an ardent kiss that so spoke volumes of the desire that clung to the vampire. That heated kiss was broken only for the pair of men to lament the very torture those speeches might have been, Sebastian certain he was incapable of surviving sitting through an hour of such covert requests for their funds when other needs gripped him so fiercely!

It was his lover's very insistence that people were supposed to do as he desired that prompted a rise to Sebastian's brow. Oh how willing he was to give into his lover's very whims! Particularly when the Prince was certain he knew exactly what his King so desired. He hardly allowed Dorian's lips to distract him as his fingers reached for his husband's jacket, quickly pushing it off Dorian's shoulders and onto the leather seat behind his lover. Sebastian was well aware of Dorian's efforts to assist him in the endeavor before, immediately, Sebastian's hands reached for his husband's waistband. Tonight, Sebastian wasted little time in teasing the Monarch, his fingers entirely purposeful as he undid the button on Dorian's pants, the zipper tugged down before the dress slacks and his lover's undergarments were pushed down in an altogether quick motion. How quick his fingers were to embrace the entirety of his husband, Sebastian craving that touch as much as Dorian himself so clearly seemed to be. His own loins, after all, were aching for even an ounce of Dorian's attention. His grip upon his lover was nothing but firm was his fingers so encouraged that very firmness upon the King's physique.

The groan that echoed in the back of his lover's throat further worked to undo his already fraying control, the vampire breaking that kiss only to express that very need. The very idea of waiting any longer seemed nothing but torturous! There was a hint of a whine to his husky English lit as Sebastian so requested his lover take all of him in that very position Dorian had so teased him with. That painting had lingered heavily upon the Prince's mind ever since Dorian had insisted he had the same chaise, the leather seat within the car surely capable of fulfilling that very same role, Sebastian was sure. That very request was seemingly accepted as Dorian reached forward to free the vampire from the covering of his coat, that bulge in his pants surely all the more obvious without the jacket. The stern press of his lover's hand against his chest prompted the Englishman to lean back against the leather seat, the bright blue of his gaze steadfast upon his Monarch as Dorian reached for his pants.

A soft breath of relief left his lips as Dorian pulled those pants down, the slacks and his shoes discarded entirely upon the floor, so finally leaving Sebastian's readiness entirely upon display. Gingerly, the vampire shifted around his lover, his legs lifting ever just so as Dorian strove to find that very position within the painting. He allowed his King to maneuver him as he saw fit, the end result so exposing the vampire just for the taking. He was entirely aware of Dorian's hand, nestled between them, the King placing himself at the vampire's very entrance. A soft breath left his lips, his entire figure relaxing in preparation of his lover. The vibrancy of his gaze lingered upon his husband as Dorian leaned forward, only for that first firm thrust forward and into the Prince's figure. The very sensation prompted an audible gasp to Sebastian's lips, his chin tilting upwards ever slightly as his body adjusted to the very size of his husband entering him. Eagerly his husband's hips rolled forward again and again, pushing himself entirely into Sebastian's physic, the very sensation, when so combined against the length of himself brushing so firmly against Dorian's chiseled chest brought a groan to his lips.

Sebastian's hand reached upward, the vampire lightly pushing upon the door of the vehicle if only to further press himself downwards and against his husband's groin. That very position, and in such decidedly cramped a place was a decided blessing, Dorian's every movement somehow more demanding and hard in the very manner Sebastian found himself so desperately desiring. That endurance the Englishman was so often capable of holding had entirely diminished with the last hour of consistent, unyielding teasing, his body so eager to find that release as he moved in time with each roll of his husband's hips. His very breath had become unstable, those groans escaping his lips all the more readily even if he tried to be quiet with those sounds, the barrier between themselves and their driver surely not solid enough to keep the sounds from their more passionate throws from reaching their staff's ears. How each thrust pushed him closer and closer to that release, the vampire already lingering upon the very edge of that precipice when the husky tones of his husband's Italian accent reached his ears, those very words somehow bringing about his very undoing when punctuated with that solid roll of Dorian's hips. Abruptly his figure seemed to tighten around the length of his husband, his back arching ever just so as those crystalline irises fluttered close. His head leaned back, those moans accompanied on by two singular words, "Oh, Dorian!" God, how desperately he had needed that release, the vampire pressing further into his lover in the very throws of the orgasm that so assaulted him. Dear God, yes.

Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy