Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

Crowned Prince of Italy

That more demanding nature of his lover had been distinctly rare within that first year of their relationship, the fae far more astonished with the modern world to take charge in the way he now so effortlessly did. It had been nothing short of utterly enticing, that very first time he'd heard that near authoritative tone. There was an undoubtedly unique enjoyment to be had in allowing the Monarch to take him in any and every way that Dorian might desire, the same manner a true King of old surely had. The fae, in turn, seemed to relish in that very role Sebastian offered with his dutiful compliance - this a game entirely enjoyable for both of them. The Italian Prince made himself altogether comfortable upon the plush comforter at his husband's cordial demand, the striking blue of his gaze focused entirely upon the entryway to the walk-in closet that Dorian had disappeared within. He was...entirely curious of what Dorian's 'idea' consisted of and yet, he was well aware by now that his lover would hardly reveal it until he was ready. Nevertheless, his head tilted to the side ever so slightly at the sound of wrinkled paper, his husband emerging from the depths of the closet not but a few moments later with a brown paper bag within his hand.

He watched, inquisitively, as his lover placed the satchel on the floor, and out of Sebastian's view, the Fae King insisting that the contents of the paper bag had been purchased at one of those adult stores. Admittedly, Sebastian was....surprised his husband had ventured out to such an establishment by himself. He could hardly help that brief furrow of his brows as he considered just when Dorian had found time for such an impromptu adventure. Still, there was something about the imagery of his husband surrounded by those very 'toys', contemplating the usage of each that so...excited him. Such thoughts, however, were chased away by the mere sight of his lover's shirt loosely hanging around his chiseled physique. How he desired to reach out and touch those muscles and the soft, silken slopes of Dorian's heated skin. The crystalline hue of his irises traced each curve of his husband's abdomen as the fae tossed the button-down shirt to the side, it entirely forgotten when both men yearned for that intimacy they had been so frequently denied of late.

The firm press of Dorian's palm against his bare chest prompted the vampire to lean further back upon the sheets, the fae shifting to lean over him. Gingerly, the vampire's hand lifted to brush sweetly against his lover's cheek in a small gesture of affection. A warm simper fluttered across Sebastian's lips, the vampire's features mirroring his lover's own before his head lifted ever so slightly in an effort to meet Dorian's in an all too eager kiss. That need was all too blatant within the depths of that kiss, the vampire's hand shifting to the back of the fae King's neck, his lips parting as Dorian sought to deepen that kiss with the same feverishness. His tongue brushed against his lover's own in a sweet caress before his lover's shifted upwards and against the sharpened point of his fang. It was habitual, the way the vampire stilled with Dorian's proximity to his sharpened teeth. It required far greater of his control than he voiced to not bite when his lover's tongue so teased and toyed with those vampiric tendencies. He could taste those few drops of blood, the very flavor near immediately prompting him to deepen that kiss further as his tongue sought every minute taste that he might be afforded. The taste of blood in his mouth chased away all thought of Dorian's family nestled downstairs, surely waiting for them.

Sebastian was well aware of the soft press of Dorian's hand against his bare skin, even if his focus was primarily upon those rare drops of blood he coaxed from the wound Dorian had created upon his own tongue. The King's palm slid over the hard plains of his chest, drifting lower and lower still to his pant line. Deftly, Dorian's fingers undid the button, pulling down the zipper to release the Englishman from the tight confines of his slacks. The very sensation of Dorian's hand encircling the length of him prompted an audible groan to the back of his throat. God, how he had yearned for that very sensation! His own hand drifted down Dorian's bare back, shifting lower still towards the fae's dress pants. His fingers flattened against his lover's body, slipping under the cotton material to cup the fae's butt. His fingers were altogether content to explore, drifting over his husband's silken flesh only to brush across that very place so often left for last. Immediately his lover seemed to shift against his hand, clearly seeking more of such a sensation, that soft groan against his lips prompted a small simper to flutter across his features, his fingers teasingly brushing away and further against Dorian's skin.

His lover pulled back from their heated kiss, that singular word muttered softly against his lips, the vampire entirely aware of the warmth of Dorian's breath upon his skin. "I know." He murmured softly, Sebastian enjoying those moments in which he was allowed to tease the fae King when he had been forced not to for so long. The soft sensation of Dorian's lips against his jawline, however, prompted the vampire to rest his head upon the blanket beneath them, tilting ever just slightly to allow his lover that access he so surely sought to the all too sensitive flesh of his neck. The very sensation of Dorian's lips against his skin, when coupled with that steady rhythmic embrace of his lover's hand, was enough to prompt another groan from the vampire, those sounds hardly ceasing as Dorian's mouth shifted lower and lower down his physique. Sebastian's breath had already lost it's steadiness when the fae King reached the hem of his pants, the Monarch near abruptly pulling away, those firm caresses ending just as fast and though Sebastian longed to have those jeans removed, he could hardly help that soft whine of want upon his lips.

His hips lifted all the same as Dorian reached for the hem of his pants, the vampire attempting to assist, in some manner, as Dorian slid them down his thighs and pulled them from his body, only to toss them on the floor. How aware the Prince was of his husband's gaze upon him, relishing in the sight of the naked vampire so ready for the taking. The bright blue of his gaze remained steadfast upon the silver hue of those bewitching eyes and yet...God, how he loved to have Dorian's eyes upon him alone. That contemplative glimpse upon his husband's features was hardly missed, however, the vampire's brow rising in turn before the fae reached down towards his own jeans. Sebastian's crystalline irises followed his lover's movements attentively, simply watching as the fae unbuttoned his pants and, at the very least, freed himself from the restriction of that clothing.

That curiosity only intensified as Dorian reached down to grasp the paper bag he'd left upon the floor, only to fish from its depths a metal bar. The very sight of those cuffs attached to each end prompted a distinct understanding within the vampire, Sebastian...entirely aware of what such a 'toy' was, much less it's uses. He could hardly help the subtle way in which he squirmed at the very knowledge of what the evening might entail - oh, the pleasure Dorian would be able to assault him with while he could do little to keep that control Sebastian so often clung tightly to! That light bondage of sorts that the pair had engaged within so quickly becoming one of the vampire's preferred 'kinks'. He watched as the fae King twirled the bar within his grasp with a certain sort of deftness, his own head bobbing at the inquiry. "I know of it....I have enjoyed it's benefits but I can't say I've ever been on the receiving end." Sebastian admitted, this a distinctly rare first for the Incubus when so few of such things existed! The vampire rose to his elbows, entirely content to watch as Dorian reached for his ankle, the first of the padded leather cuffs so securely fastened around his flesh. His gaze shifted towards his left ankle as Dorian fastened the second of those leather cuffs.

Inquisitively, Sebastian rolled his ankle, simply feeling the leather against his skin as Dorian checked to ensure they fit comfortably. He was almost tentative in the testing of that metal bar, the vampire hardly wanting to ruin that fun before it had even begun. Still, regardless of his efforts to press his legs together, the metal bar seemed to hold well enough. He watched as the fae King reached forward, grasping the bar only to extend it, and, in turn, the vampire's legs further outwards. How entirely aware he was of the very manner in which all of the Prince was on display. He shifted ever so slightly, though Sebastian was hardly given much freedom to move at all. How mischievously delighted Dorian looked as the fae surveyed his handiwork and, in turn, all of the vampire so ready for the taking. His very comment of such, however, prompted a soft chuckle upon Sebastian's lips and yet...how well he knew the sentiment! Any words he might have offered the fae, however, were so abruptly cut short as Dorian leaned forward to press his lips against the tenderness of his inner thigh, that soft sensation prompting his breath to catch within his throat.

Slowly, his lover's tongue caressed his inner thigh, the fae exceedingly slow to work his way upwards, though there was distinctly little Sebastian could do, his hips squirming ever so slightly. The soft touch of Dorian's hand against the length of him prompted another breath from his lips, the vampire's....hardness entirely capable of being felt within his lover's capable fingertips. He hardly had a moment to prepare, however, before suddenly his husband shifted, only to take the vampire into his mouth. A breathy moan echoed from the vampire's lips as he fell back against the sheets, the very sensation of his lover's tongue against him, of the heat of his husband's breath, the very wetness of the King's mouth... "Bloody Hell." That distinct British term was half moaned, the vampire's legs shifting in some effort to restrict his husband's access to him in some effort to retain that control, only to be met with the firm pressure of that bar he'd near forgotten between his legs. Another groan left his lips, the sound coming far more frequently as his hand reached down, his fingers entangling within the fae King's brunette locks. At that moment, as his hips began to shift in some effort to further that sensation of pleasure, Sebastian understood well why women rarely lasted long with such a device, the vampire entirely at the whims of his Monarch, and yet, how willing he was to enjoy every single stolen moment his King might provide him with.