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Anacosta Heights
Dupont Circle
Hawethorn Village
River Dale
Situated above the daily life of the city, Anacosta Heights is a tucked away suburb featuring extravagant neo-gothic inspired mansions. The inhabitants of this neighborhood often show their overwhelming wealth with sports cars lining their long, circular driveways, large pools, and manicured gardens. The homeowners of Anacosta Heights treasure their privacy as seen by the high iron gates to the security personnel present at every entrance.
Dupont Circle is a small suburban neighborhood settled within the serene portion of the southern portion of town. These four-bedroom, single-family homes feature back yards, porches, garages, and far more breathing space then the Village offers. This neighborhood often is more family orientated and even has organized events for children and the neighborhood as a whole.
Settled in the middle of downtown, Hawthorn Village consists of several victorian inspired row houses just off the main street. Due to it's convenience to just about everything, the village can be a tad expensive to live within. However, the residents of this neighborhood often have two to three-story townhouses, often with a one to two-car garage. Many of the houses feature bay windows and/or rooftop terraces with a small fenced-in 'yard'.
River Dale primarily consists of apartments that, despite their age and industrial appearing interior, still hold to the Victorian history that permeates the town. These apartments are often the cheapest option and sport scuffed, older wooden floors, open floor plans, visible beams, and the occasional brick wall.
There is a distinct tease to the words the vampire offers in the moments that follow such a kiss and yet even Dorian cannot perhaps, deny the subtle truth they surely hold nestled somewhere within. After all, had not all his previous affairs been based upon entirely that notion? Dorian content to entertain his lovers until he grew bored with them or tired of them. It was perhaps one of the single perks of his position that he had been content to exploit for countless centuries. It was distinctly easy to refresh his supply of lovers as he saw fit and as his intrigue within them waned. Yet, this time, whatever it was he had found himself so engaged in within Sebastian was distinctly different in far more ways than merely one. He never had desired one of his companions quite this much, nor found himself desperately seeking reasons to merely exist within the same space as such a being. He was aware, innately, of the utter foolishness of allowing himself to even entertain such emotions and yet the very fact such emotions existed at all were near equally as startling to him and truly the King finds little need to actual address them. If only for his fear of ruining this entirely. No, it was far better to simply enjoy what he is offered- and enjoy he does.
There is nothing, he is sure, that is near as potent as the rush of Sebastian's venom within his veins. Dorian not truly having forgotten the man's promise to find the last of his veins and yet here and now it had merely caught him off guard- though he offers truly little complaint. His body betrays him near instantly by way of response, unable to prevent the groan that falls from his lips. He has felt this particular poison several times before and yet each time it is almost as if he is given to forget how utterly blissful the feeling. It is only the feel of the vampires tongue upon his thigh, wiping away that stray smear of blood, that sees the Fae at last settle into the water beside him and yet for several moments still Dorian finds himself utterly lost within the lingering sensations he has been provided with- his head veritably spinning and yet in the most pleasurable of ways. This, he is assured, is a most excellent idea of the Englishman. Sebastian's voice sees his eyes flicker open once more, the pleasing baritone of the words finding him somewhere within that distinct haze that so seemed to settle upon him with the venom still so fresh within his veins. Dorian allowing his attention to return in full to the man beside him.
"Not for several months, not since I left Naples."
He responded softly, unaware himself that it had truly been so long since he had enjoyed such a thing as this and yet, even so, he had never before taken to sharing his bath with another. An evidently pleasurable sensation he is truly displeased he has missed for so very long. It is these very thoughts of pleasure that so direct his attention back to his companion, his hands content to explore this plethora of new sensation the warmth of the water so added to their coupling. The wet, slick feeling to his companions so thoroughly warmed skin a decidedly tempting addition that only seems to further stoke that flame of want within himself- Dorian leaning forward to allow his lips to caress the warm skin of the vampire's neck- the tease his words offer entirely designed to so selfishly draw even more of the vampires skilled touch from him. Sebastian is hardly disappointing as Dorian so willingly allows himself to be pressed back against the side of the bath. He is offered that sensation of closeness he so desperately desired but a mere moment later, the vampires body pressing against and atop his own in a way so gloriously satisfying. The sudden press of the man's groin upon his own sees the Fae respond in turn. Indeed Dorian finds himself moving almost instinctively to wrap his legs about Sebastian form, drawing him all the closer and further increasing that friction as best he can within the water. His hands lift easily upward, fingers tangling within the dirty blonde of the man's hair as his lips find his own yet again. He remains intently aware of Sebastian's own hand upon his side, travelling further downward before taking him within his grasp, breath hitching softly at this contact and yet that gentle, almost slow touch is almost torturous in the most exceptional of ways. Yet another soft sound is drawn unbidden from his lips, Dorian's hips shifting, attempting to find some rhythm with Sebastian touch if only to increase that pleasure the vampire is so apt at withholding from him. A favour Dorian is sure to repay when afforded the chance.
For now, his own hands remains decidedly tangled within Sebastian's own damp locks, his lips returning to the vampires own, teeth dragging upon his bottom lip in just the fashion he has learned the vampire seems to respond so willingly to- the whispered words taking several moments to register within his mind. He pauses within his own endeavour, if only ever so briefly, struggling again to settle his breathing though with Sebastian's hand as it is, such a thing is a decidedly difficult task. Dorian managing to meet his lovers gaze at last- such a question so unexpected, that note of hesitancy within the man's voice hardly missed all the same though Dorian hardly understands why it exists. His own hand runs abruptly lower, capturing Sebastian's own beneath the water, if only to halt its motion for a single moment and allow him some clarity of thought. Features softening into a pleasing simper.
"Yes- it is."
It is perhaps, one of the truest admittances he has ever made and yet he sees no reason to pretend otherwise.
"Yet I am not unfamiliar with other ways, nor am I at all unwilling. Bastien, I am entirely willing to take as much of you as you will give."
His hand so smoothly releases Sebastian's own now, lips returning to his companions own with a near crushing force, affording Sebastian a very clear permission to go as entirely far as he liked in every sense of the word. After all, it is hardly from any lack of opportunity Dorian himself has chosen not to progress beyond a certain point, more so, he had simply lacked a desire to offer as such to any other- until now.
Dorian Aragona