Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

Crowned Prince of Italy

How quick his very breath seemed in the wake of that pleasurable climax the vampire had only just found, his chest rising and falling quickly as his husband made himself comfortable against his thigh. Sebastian was well aware of those near lazy patterns Dorian traced upon his skin, his lover's sigh of contentment one that was mirrored upon his own lips. His breath had only just returned to some resemblance of normal when the fae Monarch shifted, reaching upwards to run his thumb gingerly over the incubus' upper lip. God, how aware he was of that scent of blood flowing just beneath Dorian's skin, the vampire more than capable of smelling it...and how he so desired it. For so long those sexual encounters had ended in his indulging of those more...feral desires. Sex and blood, after all, went hand in hand for Sebastian. Near immediately, his lips parted ever just so, the Englishman reminded well of the very first night he had met Dorian - the all too astute fae utilizing that very gesture to confirm Sebastian's species. Unlike that night, however, his husband's thumb carefully darted past his lips only to press the tender pad of his finger to one of those sharpened incisors. The very sensation of Dorian's hand within his mouth prompted Sebastian's stillness in the same way it habitually did, only for that delicate tendril of blood to flow down his lover's finger and onto Sebastian's tongue.

That burst of pure sweet warmth across his palette instantly garnered the entirety of his attention, his tongue near immediately searching out more of that taste he'd been denied from thoroughly enjoying of late. His tongue brushed delicately across Dorian's thumb and yet he was afforded distinctly little of that taste before the Fae King pulled away, leaving a trail in his wake. He was quick to run his tongue across his lips, relishing in every minute bit of his beloved. His azure gaze shifted towards his husband as Dorian informed him that what they had done had been entirely for Sebastian's benefit, a fact the incubus was well aware of. After all, it was plain to see how much his husband was left...wanting. Still, it was that promise that what was to follow was for Dorian alone that prompted an inquisitive glimpse upon his features, one that was rewarded with only a mischievous look that Sebastian knew far too well. He watched as Dorian slid from the edge of the bed, his bare feet padding softly against the carpeted floor as he strode towards the edge of the bed. He watched his husband's hand reach out, his fingers curling around the bar between his legs only to flip it.

Sebastian, in turn, was near forced to roll with that very gesture, the Englishman shifting onto his stomach. How aware he was of the view his lover was afforded, the vampire certain of Dorian's end goal and yet...how few qualms he had at so pleasing his Monarch in every way fathomable. That sudden tug, however caught Sebastian off guard, a soft sound of surprise leaving his lips as he was pulled down the length of the bed, till his feet touched the floor. That position he found himself in was hardly undesirable, however, the Englishman merely shifting ever so slightly to rise to his elbows, the dark blue of his gaze briefly shifting over his shoulder to eye his King. How...attentive Dorian seemed to that very part of his body he so intended to indulge in, his husband's fingers dancing near teasingly across his butt, the very firmness of his touch prompted an audible groan to Sebastian's lips, his entire figure entirely attentive to the slightest sensation in the wake of his own climax. Gingerly, his body shifted backwards, pressing back into his lover's touch as Dorian so sought to bring back that distinct want to his figure with his fondling. How he could feel the readied length of his Monarch pressing against his thigh, the very sensation of his husband when compared with the King's practiced touch was...so....undoubtedly...arousing.

Those groans had already begun to leave his lips at a more rhythmic pace when Dorian finally shifted his hand to Sebastian's hip, only to reach down for himself. He could feel the tip of his husband pressed against, his body near quivering in anticipation of that first thrust. Nearly as if on cue, his lover's hips rolled forward, pushing his hardened length into the very depths of the vampire with that demanding movement. A soft gasp left his lips and yet, the metal bar between his legs stopped him from repositioning in the manner he so usually might have. Each forceful thrust of his husband's hips only pushed the fae further within him, that very position affording the pair a new depth - the likes of which even Sebastian had never before experienced. His fingers tightened within the sheets as his body adjusted to the entire length of his King and yet....God how it only made him want more. His gaze shifted briefly towards his lover, that request him his lips purposefully crude, as if encouraging that...rougher sex that Dorian had nearly promised him.

Dorian's near breathless words were the only real forewarning Sebastian had as his husband's grip tightened upon his waist, the fae King so abruptly thrusting forward in a near demanding manner. The very sensation of it brought a groan to the vampire's lips, those very movements nothing short of firmer and yet, how eagerly he strove to meet the Monarch's pace. His fingers dug near desperately at those sheets as Dorian beset him to a commanding depth he simply wasn't used to - though how fucking glorious it was! How entirely aware he was of the very length of the King within him - from tip to base. How aware he was of every thrust and throb, that very pleasure near overwhelming with each of those restless shifts of Dorian's hips. His once steadying breath so quickly became unraveled all over again, his moans nothing short of audible, intermixing with his husband's own at each firm movement. His body on seemed to tighten all the more as those rolls of his husband's hips continued. How utterly unprepared he was, however, as Dorian withdrew from his snug physique, only to eagerly shove the entire length of himself back within the vampire in a singular practiced movement. The very sensation of it caused a loud moan to echo on Sebastian's lips as his forehead leaned forward to brush against the comfort, "Oh, God, Dorian." He groaned, any yet, how relentless his husband was, so quickly pushing him to the very edge of that usually steadfast endurance. The very quickness of the fae's pace so abruptly brought him undone - that second climax somehow more intense then the first as he struggled against the bar that so stopped him from the way his legs so naturally tended to restrict his King. His very body tightened near forcefully around the Monarch, his own name echoing upon Dorian's lips but several short minutes later as Dorian pushed himself vigorously into the vampire. The very sensation of his husband's throbbing length in those poised moments brought another loud moan to his lips, the Prince could feel the very release Dorian found within him, filling him with the aftermath of that clearly pleasurable climax.

For several moments after, the pair were prone to silence, Sebastian's body near trembling in the wake of that very fucking he had so requested. His own breath was ragged, and yet, it was the mutterance of Dorian's words that prompted a soft chuckle to hum from his lips, one Dorian undoubtedly felt...given his current position within the Englishman. His own physique, once again, remained nothing short of sensitive as Dorian reached upwards, withdrawing from Sebastian's figure. The very sensation prompted a soft moaned gasp from his lips and yet...despite his own...fulfillment at the present moment...how Sebastian desired far more nights like tonight. The pressures of those guests had left him without for long enough that one fucking was not enough to entirely appease him. He said little of those wants, however, as Dorian shifted towards the edge of the bed, the fae finally seeing to undoing those cuffs that had kept the vampire in that very position his lover had desired. The Englishman repositioned ever so slightly, even if he hardly had the will to fully move onto that bed yet. He was quite certain that, were he human, tomorrow would have left him distinctly sore.

Sebastian's cheek rested against the comforter, his name prompting little more than a soft grunt as those blue eyes glanced upwards as his husband. He watched as Dorian nodded towards his lower half, the vampire's gaze near following as the King so exposed his inner thigh and the delicate veins that so ran there. He listened silently as Dorian insisted he indulge in that very spot he so rarely fed from, those justifications he was offered enough to prompt a soft simper to his lips and yet...how right his husband was. Sebastian, of late, had hardly taken to utilizing his husband as his primary food source, the King's family's presence near demanding some level of discretion and yet...that was surely a spot they would be unlikely to see. "Move over, mon coeur." He muttered as the vampire finally shifted to climb onto the bed. Gingerly, he reached out, pushing his husband's thigh onto the bed in a manner that revealed that very spot. He settled comfortably between the King's legs, his lips so quickly finding Dorian's inner thigh in those near fluttering kisses, his husband's skin holding a hint of saltiness to it as a result from that slick sweat. Sebastian was hardly perturbed by such a thing, however, those tender kisses were nothing but steadfast as he moved further upwards and towards his lover's groin in search of that spot he so intended to bite.

His diligent affection, however, hardly lasted forever, his tongue gingerly tracing a circle against that sensitive flesh he so finally decided upon. The navy of his gaze fluttered upwards towards those silver eyes as his mouth parted. Those sharpened incisors were delicately pressed against his husband's flesh in a manner near teasingly, the pressure enough to be felt though not yet enough to pierce skin as he slowly reached up. His fingers gingerly circled around the base of his husband, the vampire vaguely curious of exactly how many bites his husband might endure before he found his own satisfaction a second time. Surely Dorian's endurance to that venom outlasted Arlo's....didn't it? It was that very thought which finally prompted the vampire to bite down, his teeth finally piercing flesh, his venom near immediately delivered to his husband's bloodstream as that sweet, delicious taste of the fae King filled his mouth. Dear...God...how fucking amazing Dorian tasted! He had almost forgotten the flavor and greedily Sebastian saw fit to indulge in his husband's taste, pulling away only enough to bite down a second time, the vampire keen to test his theory even in spite of how hungry he found himself.