The Sun Also Rises

This, Dorian was certain, was by far the most awkward conversation of the entirety of his six hundred years of life! Never had he been asked to.....explain so....precisely just how he was intimate with his own husband and yet Abigail, he knew, hardly asked such questions through any desire to embarrass him. Rather, the young woman so simply had no idea. Her innocence was so exactly that. Abigail is so utterly inexperienced in all sexual matters. His very desire to assist his friend was, surely, the only reason the Monarch s entertained answering those questions in any sense. After all, Abigail so clearly trusted him in having chosen to share her concerns and her questions with him. It would be nothing but a betrayal of that trust to afford her anything less than those answers. Let alone the notion that Abigail so clearly held intentions, one day, of sharing such experiences with her own boyfriend. It would be....unkind of him not to be forthcoming about those expectations and really, if he were not the one to teach her, such a task would surely fall to Arlo. Dorian, in that moment, rather certain Arlo, of all people, would be one of the last man on earth he would choose to have explain intimate activities to a young woman. Yet how terribly flushed he could feel his own features growing! There was no delicate manner by which to describe just how Sebastian and himself lay with one another. Dorian, for the first time, so forced to afford his companion a near....blunt explanation of the 'how' of homosexual men. That very notion, it seemed, was nothing short of alarming to the young woman. Abigail's features, in the wake of his words, so contorted into a look of near abject horror. Heavens this was a bad idea. Abigail all but gawking at him in terror. Dorian positively assured his own features were all but burning as red as her hair! Abigail, so at last, managing to stutter some semblance of a sentence toward him as she queried why.

"I suppose....it is a question of anatomy. It is the most logical way for two men to be physically intimate though as i said some men do such things with women as well. Simply put it....feels good."

When reproduction was removed from the equation, as it so often was through methods of protection or partners of a shared gender, there was no true purpose for sex beyond that shared, mututal pleasure and how simply...good it felt. How very curious that in all his life Dorian had so hardly questioned the why of sex in the fashion Abigail seemed to in that moment. It had always come so naturally that the Fae King had never truly stopped to consider that act. Dorian so allowed his thoughts to shift, however, in an effort to explain further as to why Arlo desired to place his hands in those intimate places. The vampire surely seeking to feel those pleasurable sensations and too- allow Abigail to feel them in turn. Dorian so striving to describe foreplay as best he could. After all, he should not like her to be...surprised when that wedding night came. Abigail's features continued to shift from that look of horror, to confusion to some sort of near abject wonder. Dorian, in those moments, hardly assured if the young woman truly comprehended his words or indeed was merely lost within her own fears as she so repeated back that singular word at him. As if testing it upon her tongue. Dorian's head nodded. His features having managed to lose at least some of their own redness.

"Yes, foreplay. Touching, kissing, making out, exploring one another in a pleasurable fashion in preparation for the actual sex itself."

That, he was certain, was an accurate explanation and so surely what Arlo had at least been attempting before Abigail had panicked so entirely. The Monarch, in that moment, strove to assure the young woman that those touches and too- that desire to touch were hardly...abnormal or unusual. Dorian so taking that opportunity then to explain those varying positions and ways in which sex could surely be achieved. The Monarch once more insisting it was a pleasurable experience. Abigail seemed to consider those words for several moments longer before querying those methods he had mentioned and how they might vary from the positions he had so attempted to describe. Heavens but Sebastian would never let him live this very conversation down when he retold him tonight! Dorian's own features frowned slightly, the Monarch so considering his words once more before making every effort to choose them carefully. Abigail was so surely already overwhelmed at this point. How sorey he hoped her dreams would not be filled with nightmares!

"Methods and positions, I suppose, are somewhat the same although you might, later on, when you have more....er....experience, chose to use toys or roleplay or....oh, not regular toys though. There are stores that sell sex toys, Ive only ever visited one once but it was quite an experience, even for myself. They sell a lot of things you and Arlo could enjoy together...intimately."

Abigail, he was certain, had been exposed to far more in that past half hour with himself then she surely had in the entirety of her life. How terribly he hoped he had not terrified the poor woman. A silence of sorts seemed to settle upon them then. Abigail seeming to consider his words before speaking a final time, the woman questioning what was the point of any sex at all and why she was not supposed to have it. Dorian's own silver gaze blinked, the Monarch caught near off guard by that sudden question. How very little he had...considered such things. How much he so considered the very values of his own time in that moment and too- how those values for women perhaps differed from men. That question was more...complex then he had contemplated.

"Well I...."

That question, he supposed, had far more than one answer. Hmm. Perhaps he might yet ask Sebastian later tonight if only to hear his husband's answer in turn.

"I suppose that really rather depends on...you. That you are 'not supposed to have it', I suspect, is more cultural. In my own time it was expected that a woman remained a virgin until she married. Marriages were seen more as contracts, I suppose, a woman was expected to be pure in that sense. A husband provided a home, stability, finances and a woman provided children. It was seen as her duty to give her husband a child, a son preferably, to carry on that family business. People had sex because it was nesscary, a duty. In the catholic relgion, consummation- sex on your wedding night- is what makes that marriage official in the eyes of God. In some countries consummation is even required by law to make that marriage legal. In more modern times, sex is far more about, well, romance. It is about sharing yourself completely with your partner, in being as close to them as possible, in knowing each other entirely. That it feels good merely makes it all the more enjoyable. Sex is about trust, care and love. Vampires cannot father children so it is not about reproduction for us. I love Sebastian more than anything else in this world. Sex is merely one way of expressing that. I adore the closeness. Sebastian is also very good at it."

Being good at it, Dorian was certain, surely helped.

Dorian Ellington-Aragona