Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

Crowned Prince of Italy

God, how he craved his husband's attention, those frequent nights in which the Englishman had been forced to go without had taken their toll upon the Incubus - particularly when he was so used to relishing in those evenings spent between his silken sheets. The shift of his lover's hips was slight and yet the small friction it brought his already hardening physique was enough to prompt a groan of desire to his lips, particularly when his mind was filled with the many ways in which he so might be inclined to both take his husband and be taken in turn. His hands reached for Dorian's waist as the fae King sought to deepen that kiss, the ardency of it far more palpable than that first chaste brush of lips. His own grip was nothing but firm as he pushed Dorian downwards and further against him in some effort to increase that very sensation, his lover's hips merely rolling against him yet again in response to that unspoken desire. Sebastian was entirely aware of the sound that echoed in the back of Dorian's throat, the King's hands burring within his brunette locks and yet, Sebastian only sought more of that very sensation.

It was unfortunate that in this too, he would be denied. Slowly, Dorian leaned back, just enough to loosen the tie around neck much in the same fashion Sebastian once had. The vampire remained silent, simply watching as Dorian fingers reached for the buttons on his shirt. How he so adored his husband's naked figure, and so too did he adore satisfying it, those intimate moments when they were entangled in one another, in which he might simply be allowed to love the King in the very way Sebastian was assured he should be. It was unfortunate that Dorian stopped well before that shirt could be abandoned entirely, that distinct look upon his lover's features prompted the Incubus' brow to rise. That request, however, was hardly unwelcomed, particularly when it included those 'ideas' Sebastian loved to fulfill. Oh, how he enjoyed exploring each and every kink his husband might have! "Of course." He muttered softly, his hands releasing their grip upon the Monarch if only to allow Dorian the ability to stand. Sebastian rose from his position in his chair, the vampire repositioning himself if only to button his pants over the now subtle, though nonetheless visible, reaction Dorian's hips had created within him (even if he was largely to blame for it in the first place).

The Prince's fingers interlaced with Dorian's own as the pair made their way towards the office door, his lover quietly opening it only to lean out of the safety of his office to listen to the conversation down below. The group seemed largely preoccupied with their near heated discussion, promising at least a moment of reprieve from their occasional demanding presence. Sebastian's head bobbed, stepping out of his lover's office behind Dorian to softly close the door behind him. He trailed silently after his lover, more than content to ignore their guests for the evening in favor of far more...intimate activities. Thankfully, it was a short walk to the comfort of their bedroom door, Dorian quickly releasing his hand as the pair closed the world to their small, temporary sanctuary. The vampire was hardly oblivious to that near contemplative look that crossed his husband's features before Dorian gestured briefly towards their freshly made bed. That distinct command, regardless of how polite it seemed prompted a small smirk at the far corners of the Englishman's lips, that playful glimpse he was given entirely noted. "As you wish, your Majesty" He offered with a small hint of bemusement. How....readily Sebastian was willing to give in to his husband's desires within the bedroom, that more commanding nature entirely...arousing, a fact that Sebastian knew Dorian was well aware of in turn.

The vampire made his way towards their bed, entirely aware of Dorian's curious retreat into their large walk-in closet. Effortlessly, he allowed that button-down shirt to fall from his broad shoulders, the cotton material draped over the foot of their bed before the Englishman settled upon the sheets, kicking off his shoes in the process (don't ask me why they're wearing shoes inside?). He leaned back upon the comfortable material, propped up on his elbows only for the vibrant blue of his gaze to turn ever so inquisitively towards the closet, the vampire listening to the shuffling of clothes before the sound of muffled wrinkled paper caught his attention. His brows furrowed in vague contemplation of what Dorian's idea might consist of and yet, he was hardly given long to wonder the full extent of it before his husband made his way back towards the bedroom, that mysterious bag placed on the floor and out of Sebastian's immediate view. That glimpse of curiosity, however, hardly ceased, even as Dorian's attention returned fully to the Prince, that impish smile hardly failing to leave the Italian's lips. Oh..how intriguing this promised to be.

The crystalline hue of the vampire's gaze never once left his lover's figure as Dorian moved to settle on the bed beside him. The last thing he had anticipated, however, was that Dorian had gone to the store...without him. A warm simper spread across the vampire's features, one that was followed by an almost soft chuckle at the notion of how 'terribly exciting' Dorian's adventure had been. Oh, he could only imagine and yet, Sebastian was sure that whatever Dorian had purchased would be...utterly delightful. "I think you might be right." The vampire answered easily as he watched Dorian's fingers reach up to finish those last few buttons, the Englishman content to lounge and enjoy watching that very process before the King's button-down was discarded with blatant disregard. That gentle, though nonetheless firm, pressure upon his chest was all that was necessary to prompt Sebastian to lay back against the bed, one hand reaching up to caress his lover's cheek as Dorian leaned down to press his lips against his own. His fingers slowly slit to the back of his lover's neck, the King's tongue brushing against his own and at that unspoken request, the Prince's lips parted in an effort to deepen that kiss into something else entirely.

His tongue slid near teasingly against the fae's own, that simple action prompted a groan from the back of Dorian's throat - that sound one Sebastian would never tire of. He was well aware of Dorian's fingers against his chest, the vampire's other hand so rising to brush against the warm flesh of the Italian's side, dipping further and further in time with Dorian's own. He could hardly help that growing sense of anticipation as the King's hand dipped lower and lower, finally meeting the hem of his pants. The button on his slacks were undone swiftly before, without hesitation, his lover's fingers dipped into his pants only to caress the length of the vampire. How that very sensation brought a moan to his lips! The noise was one Sebastian could hardly help as his own fingers dipped easily beneath the King's pant line and underwear, in turn. His own palm was far more content to cup his lover's butt, his fingers brushing with ease over that very place so often left for last before fluttering, teasingly, away and across Dorian's flesh.