you were the answer to my dreams

The Englishman was hardly oblivious to the way in which he himself so lingered upon that precipice of satisfaction, spurred on entirely by his lover's physique so pressing back against his hips. Nor was he unaware that this was perhaps the first time in which the King had so persisted longer than he had. Still, his own endurance was often lackluster on their first coupling of Dorian's return to his bed after he left the vampire each time. Those days apart had become particularly difficult for Sebastian the further their relationship progressed, surely compounded by his own inability to simply drop by to surprise his lover in the fashion that Dorian himself so often did. Nevertheless, the vampire thought particularly little on his own lack of fortitude or Dorian's own unexpectedly increased stamina. Rather, his attention was entirely steadfast upon his determination to so take Dorian with him over that edge, much less fulfil that teasing comment that he might so indulge in more than one of those blood filled arteries that so ran through his lover's body. He reached down, so grasping Dorian's hand as he so effortlessly pulled the King upwards and onto his knees, his body so entirely flush against those hard planes of Sebastian's own chiseled chest.

Those French lyrics were whispered softly within his lover's ear - so entirely resolute in his effort to ensure the King knew well of his unwavering adoration for the man. It had been so long since Sebastian had felt even an inkling of those sensations that Dorian was so entirely capable of coaxing within him, that warmth, that fluttering, those smiles, that simple happiness. Hell, prior to the fae, how long had it really been since he'd been happy? His nights spent with others had been fleeting. He'd been entirely stubborn in his persistence to not form such lasting connections with any other soul. How Dorian had so effortlessly dismantled that resolve! And now, Sebastian himself had every intention of so wrecking that lingering stamina that persisted within his lover. He pulled the King's wrist to his lips as his fangs so plunged into that skin, creating those symmetrical marks to not only fill his lover's system with those rush of chemicals but too to coax that blood to flow freely into his own mouth.

It took but mere seconds for his venom to so spread throughout his lover's body, carried by his blood stream to so alight those nerve endings and fill his mind with those endorphins and dopamine. Sebastian could very well feel the effect his venom had upon his lover, so feeling his body tightening around the vampire, that simple sensation alone enough to produce a breathy moan from the Englishman's lips and against that warm skin of Dorian's wrist. He could feel that release that coursed through Dorian's figure, his pace quickening ever so slightly in those last few moments before he allowed himself to find that same satisfaction, those groans so leaving his lips in the process as that blood he had once craved was replaced with a desire for a sensation that was perhaps just as carnal. It was only in the wake of all those glorious feelings that Sebastian allowed his tongue to run over Dorian's wrist, closing that would he'd hardly gotten the chance to indulge in. He was aware, fully, of Dorian so leaning against his figure in an exhausted fashion, he was aware of the king's heart beating in his chest and yet, for every beat that so filled his rib cage, Sebastian's own heart hammered just as well. His own breath perhaps just as ragged.

A small simper crossed Sebastian's lips at those breathy words that left Dorian's mouth, the vampire chuckling ever so slightly as he disentangled himself from the King just enough to lightly push the man upon the bed. "You may win one day, but that day is not today." He responded, himself repositioning to place his body between Dorian's legs. He hardly responded to Dorian's observation that his heart was, indeed beating, or the fact that this was only half of Dorian's ideas. Rather, his own interests had already shifted elsewhere to his own selfish desires. "I'm not done with you yet." He muttered softly as so reached up to coax Dorian onto his back and still upon the bed. There was no leaving this yet, after all, Sebastian had promised to indulge in three separate locations and, presently, he counted only two that so held the imprint of his fangs. He leaned forward, his nose nestling into Dorian's inner thigh, his tongue so running against the King's flesh, entirely uncaring of the sweat that too lingered there. Instead, his brighter hued blue eyes glanced upwards at his companion, entirely inquisitive to see if Dorian knew in the slightest of what was to come.

It was only once he found that spot he so desired that the vampire's mouth parted, those fangs piercing that flesh once again and yet, for perhaps the first time, all four of those sharpened canines so bit into the King's thigh, delivering vastly more of that delectable venom then he ever had before. He pulled his teeth from that flesh, licking the shallow wound from his bottom teeth before allowing his lips to drift to the bite his top teeth had so imprinted upon that skin. He coaxed the blood from that wound, so feeding whilst he felt Dorian under the sway of those chemicals, his mouth only leaving those holes on the tail end to so bite again further down. It was with careful timing each wound was created, so produced with the simple goal to keep his lover under the control of those feelings he alone was capable of producing. Once, he'd nearly caused Dorian to reach a state of satisfaction with just that alone - this time, he would ensure not only that he did coax a reaction from his lover, but too had every intention of so marking this occasion as the first time he'd so caused the King to find that elation of release more than once in a single coupling. Oh, if only Dorian knew how wretched he was capable of being!

Sebastian Ellington