It was decidedly rare for the pair to engage in that....rougher sort of sex. The very kind that truly could be described as 'fucking' and yet how Dorian found a veritable need tonight to indulge in just that very thing! There was, after all, a time and place for all kinds of intimate moments and yet, after weeks of his family's presence within their home the Monarch found himself desiring to truly explore that veritable sexual energy that had built between them. Dorian, tonight, so found himself determined to be the very Monarch that he was. To take Sebastian just as he might have done in those years long past and to indulge in those very wants entirely. Sebastian's near crudely uttered request to be taken in just that fashion was nothing short of decidedly arousing. Dorian so found himself unable to wait but even a moment longer as his hand moved to rest upon his lover's hip, Dorian took that moment to steady his husband before he reached for himself, his tip placed at the entrance to his lover's figure before the Monarch thrust boldly forward. That very action nothing short of demanding. How glorious it felt! The soft gasp on Sebastian's lips was met with a groan of pleasure from Dorian's own. The Monarch's hips rolled forward again, each thrust pressing himself further into his husbands figure until Dorian was sheathed entirely within his lover. The metal bar at Sebastian's feet did just as it was intended to do. Sebastian's legs were forced to remain apart, robbing the vampire of any ability to readjust his position or lessen the very depth of penetration Dorian so desired from him tonight. This, the Monarch was certain, was a depth neither had ever truly experienced and yet how utterly exquisite it was! The sheer tightness of Sebastian's figure was nothing short of intensely pleasurable. Those sensations that assaulted his own figure so prompted his gaze to flicker closed for but the briefest of moments as another soft moan befell his lips.

Yet how far he was from being done. Dorian's free hand moved to settle upon the other side of Sebastian's hip, his grip upon his husband tightened in perhaps the only true warning the Monarch was content to give of what he intended next- before his hips rolled forward again. Each thrust was short, firm and nothing short of demanding, Dorian so readily setting that swifter, more forceful pace that all but commanded Sebastian to keep pace in turn. Dorian could hardly help those moans that rose within his throat, his own breath rapidly becoming unsteady as Sebastian's figure tightened around him again. Dorian so hardly lessened that pace or those firm, rough thrust. The Monarch was nothing short of determined to relish in that depth and new sensation that came with it. Sebastian's own groans were wholly arousing, the fashion in which his husband's fingers had tightened within those sheets was hardly missed. Dorian took nothing but satisfaction in prompting that very action from the vampire held beneath him. Sebastian strove to meet that pace he set. That feeling of pleasure coming in veritable waves with each ardent thrust before Dorian withdrew near entirely- only to thrust his full length back within his husband once more in a singular, practised movement. The loud moan that very act so elicited from his lover prompted the barest hint of a simper to Dorian's own lips and yet how eagerly the Monarch kept up that near relentless pace. That pleasurable peak was so entirely within reach. Dorian all but determined to do just as he had promised in so taking Sebastian just as he desired and in the fashion he desired.

How readily he felt Sebastian's second climax so overtaking him. The sheer tightness of the vampires figure around him coaxed those loud groans from his own lips before Dorian's own figure afforded Sebastian those final few firm, vigorous thrusts. The final thrust saw the Monarch press himself entirely into Sebastian's depths before holding himself there as his own climax abruptly took hold. That pleasure was nothing short of....incredible. Dorian emptying himself entirely within his lover with each throb as those pleasurable sensations reached their very peak- a final moan falling from Sebastian's lips. The Monarch was left but utterly spent in the wake of that....fucking and yet how glorious it had been in every fashion. That very sentiment so left his lips as Sebastian chuckled beneath him. Hos readily he felt that chuckle! Dorian could so hardly deny that simper that found his lips in the sheer...contentment that seemed to settle upon his sweaty figure. The Fae King was nothing short of gentle now as he moved to withdraw himself carefully from his lover's sensitive figure. His own body was nothing short of inclined to that same sensitivity. How readily this night had been one of his favourites amongst that plethora of glorious nights they had shared during their years together. Dorian moved to shift to the edge of the bed then before reaching down to undo Sebastian's legs and free his ankles from those cuffs and bar. Affording the vampire movement of his own limbs again before all but collapsing back onto the bed.

His own breath came in near gasps. Dorian took several moments to simply relish in those very sensations as Sebastian rested beside him before his head angled to meet his lovers gaze. Sebastian's name upon his lips. Dorian's head nodded toward his own lower half then, the monarch lifting one leg to offer that decidedly intimate place he knew Sebastian so adored to bite and yet the pair rarely indulged within if only for how slow such wounds were to heal and how distinctly tender such a place tended to be. Yet- such a place was so hardly one in which the rest of their family might be inclined to see. Sebastian was surely capable of feeding from it without prompting those questions from Matteo or Alexander or Aiden or Mira. Dorian too so found himself near....craving that very bite and the venom that came with it. Sebastian's soft request for him to move over so readily prompted Dorian to shift further up that bed, affording Sebastian that space to settle comfortably between his legs before the vampire reached upward to press upon Dorian's thigh, adjusting that limb just as he needed to reveal that sensitive place. Sebastian's lips were quick to find his thigh, the vampire offering that flesh a near fluttering of soft kisses. That sensation was near sweetly ticklish. A simper tugged at the Monarch's features once more before Sebastian's lips moved further upward and toward his groin. The sensation of his lover's tongue softly tracing that very place he intended to bite so readily prompted Dorian to near still beneath him in anticipation.

Sebastian's gaze shifted upward to meet his own as the vampires lips parted, Dorian distinctly aware of the feel of Sebastian's fangs pressing agianst his skin and yet Sebastian so hardly bit down. Not yet. Dorian offered his lover that near quizzical look before the vampire slowly reached upward, Sebastian's hand encircling the base of him. Dorian's figure was nothing short of sensitive in the wake of that sex they had indulged in only moments ago and yet how readily he was assured of his husbands intent! Wretched creature he was! Sebastian chose that very moment to bite abruptly downward, that momentary pain was all but obliterated in the wake of the venom that followed his bloodstream. How utterly exquisite it was! God, that very pleasure was...breath-taking. A groan spilled loudly from Dorian's lips, his gaze fluttered closed in response to that sensation as Sebastian fed before the vampire shifted. Dorian had so hardly recovered from that first bite before Sebastian bit again. Those waves of pleasure slammed into his system a second time and prompted another loud groan as Dorian's own fingers tightened upon those bedsheets. How his body.....relished that feeling. His hips shifted forward, pressing near eagerly agianst Sebastian's hand in an effort to coax the vampire to offer him only more of those firm caresses his body so craved in the wake of that venom that flooded his bloodstream. His figure so beginning to find that firmness again. His voice still held those near breathless notes.

"That is fucking....glorious. Please don't...stop....any of it, Mon Cher."

Dorian's endurance, it seemed, was far, far more significant than Arlo's.