There is something distinctly pleasing in drawing even that soft moan from his companion in the moments in which he allows his teeth caress the lower lip of the man and perhaps all too easily engage those more vampiric sides of his lover. It had not escaped Dorians notice, for so little truly did, that for all his companions genteel demeanour, his patience, affection and wholly pleasing persona there exists within Sebastian something decidedly more- instinctive in its nature, something a little more animalistic perhaps, that stirred so readily in the presence of blood and indeed Dorian had long since made his peace with such a creature and its existence. Indeed- the Fae saw little reason as to why this side of the man too, could not have its urges coaxed to life and ultimately met. Dorian is quite determined to please all of Sebastian- as a whole.

The urges it would so seem he has coaxed to life however are perhaps unexpected, the hesitancy to the other man's words surely holding within them every bit of knowledge of entirely what it was he asked. After all- these things he asks for, within Dorians time, were nothing short of criminal to the mindset of the day. A similar understanding perhaps shared within Sebastian's own time despite the years that separated them. Indeed Dorian's decision to refrain from taking such final steps with any man held little to do with lack of desire or opportunity and so much to do with the very notion his own diplomatic immunity might hardly have protected his partner from meeting an untimely end. The very sort Dorian had no desire to maintain a part in hastening through his own actions. Yet the Fae King too, had hardly ever found another with which he truly desired to take such steps. Male lovers were few and far between, far more difficult to coax to his bed and those he had? They had been no more than passing fancy- or hoping to achieve something more from him by appealing to his affections. Such a level of intimacy as this was hardly afforded to just any.

Sebastian however, is none of these things. Dorian so long ago having realised that this man was no fleeting amusement or momentary fling with which to pass the time- despite his efforts to convince himself otherwise. Sebastian meant something to him, even if the very notion of that was perhaps far more terrifying to him than any else. Such a tangle of emotion he continues to avoid if only for the fear of ruining what already exists. Ah, but how he craved this man like no other and in every way! It is this understanding, surely, that sees his own features shift into the softest of simpers in response to the words of the vampire who rests atop him- affording him the very truth of it. Admitting perhaps, his inexperience in this single area, before seeking to reassure the man their desires, in this, were hardly misaligned. It is a new level of intimacy to explore, one Dorian is wholly willing to engage within with Sebastian alone, his lips finding the vampires with an entirely renewed fervour if only to make the want all the more clear and to delight too- in that slick sensation of the man's frame against his own that so continues to stoke that need that exists for him.

Nearly six hundred years of life and he finds himself a virgin again- at least in a sense. Truly the ancient Fae may well have taken some amusement in a notion so ridiculous and yet he has become prone to the ridiculous, it would seem, in the presence of this man. He is aware of Sebastian's hand ceasing in its motions, Dorian finding some displeasure in the loss of it all the same before those hands find the back of his neck and his earlier kiss is returned with a delectable passion. His form is very near aching with readiness by the time Sebastian shifts his position, rolling easily onto his back before pressing back against Dorian himself. There is something decidedly intimate about even this, the softest murmurs of pleasure released from his lips as the vampires own travel up his neck and towards his ear- the man's head rested upon his shoulder to utter those all-too pleasing words.

His hands drop, at last, from the tangle of the vampires dirty blonde locks, brushing briefly down either side to rest upon Sebastian's hips. It is entirely new for the Fae and yet there is no lack of assurance to his touch despite the almost nervous anticipation that afflicts him. His hands encourage his companion to be still and allow him to position himself just as he needs, the water assisting such a task, lips lowered to brush against the top of Sebastian's shoulder as he does. It is the most subtle of touches, lips and teeth teasing a pattern upon the vampire's skin and yet Dorian finds he desires this familiarity and that all too pleasing taste of him. His fingers tighten upon the man's hips, affording his lover a moment to ready himself before his own hips roll forward to enter him.

The sensations with which he is assaulted are entirely new. Silver eyes fluttering briefly closed in the wake of it, a perfectly Italian curse word whispered beneath his breath in a fashion decidedly unroyal though Dorian hardly finds he cares. This is exquisitely and perfectly glorious- the sort of which he has never felt before, Dorian forced to pause if only momentarily and by way of inexperience, releasing a breath he had hardly realised he was holding before his hips shift forward again and again- encompassing himself entierly within. His breathing has so rapidly become unsteady, the intensity of this in every way beyond even what Sebastian's hands were so capable of bringing him. The Fae so aware that Sebastian can surely hear the increasing tempo of his heart beat in his body's respond to Sebastian's own. Dorian releasing a groan of pleasure against the man's shoulder, teeth pressing down with slightly more firmness into his heated skin, holding him closer still. Yet it is far, far more than the mere physical sensation this very coupling brings. It is distinctly the knowledge of who he is allowing to take this from him for the very first time, to share this with him, that is equally as arousing. He craves Sebastian entirely, this, finally, affording him a level of closeness he had perhaps so unknowingly sought. Claiming Sebastian as his own in a manner as entirely as old as time itself. For all his inexperience in this however, he is far from an inexperienced lover, his body adjusting to this newness, this difference and overwhelmingly pleasurable sensation before attempting to find just how best to satisfy his companion in turn. He is the eternally observant creature, shifting, altering his rhythm until he finds in just what way it is Sebastian so seems to respond the best.

Dorian Aragona