he was both everything you could ever want
and nothing you could ever have

Although the Englishman fully enjoyed those evenings in which they spent exploring the depths and hidden nooks of that metropolis they'd chosen to reside within, and those nights in the cities of Italy and England, he relished all the more in that privacy behind those closed doors of whatever place they'd temporarily taken up residence. It was here that he was afforded the freedom to touch where he pleased, to press his lips with such lingering desire where he pleased, to utter those erotic suggestions and declare his desires. And oh how Dorian made him want! That press of the King's lips upon his own were all to eagerly returned with a certain measure of fervor, even as his hands settled upon Dorian's hips. That kiss ended far too quickly for his own liking and yet, hardly a complaint left his lips as Dorian instead voiced mention of a gift - and a night he was far too keen upon remembering. That sight of his lover alone had been decidedly arousing, that memory of it perhaps equally as titillating. That chuckle upon his lover's lips only served to bring a decidedly mischievous simper to his own features. That suggestion of reading more, however, was met with a small raise of his eyebrow. "Well, if you think you can handle it, Ma Biche, I'm sure we could make an effort to....read a little every night." That innuendo was hardly lost upon the man, much less what he was so suggesting and yet, truly, it was perhaps not a particularly unusual idea. After all, Sebastian frequently enjoyed his boyfriend's company between those bed sheets - and in various other places within his household. That lust he so held for the man entirely unquenchable.

In fact, it was perhaps bested only by that simple discomfort that came from their current clothing situation. That wet shirt had become increasingly cold in the already usually cool hotel room. It stuck to each and every movement of his body in a way that he found himself wholly disliking, much less the sand that even he could spot that remained persistent upon Dorian all the same. The idea of a shower was a greatly welcomed one - to the point that he was temporarily willing to put off those desires for the Monarch's physique. Delicately, his lips pressed against his lover's once more before the vampire agreed to such an idea, leaving the fae to see about undressing as he pulled that cotton shirt over his head in a singular smooth motion. He set about seeing to that shower, letting the heat of the water altogether envelope him, even as he discarded those clothes upon the tile with an almost audible thud. Still, he hardly lept into that shower, instead leaning against the frame of that doorway as he watched Dorian's fingers move towards that final button of his shirt, the vampire instead offered to assist the man in that undressing. He watched that contemplative look that settled on his lover's features as Dorian's fingers reached up to toy with his own family crest. He loved the sight of that coin against the King's chest - though truly the vampire was decidedly possessive by nature, a fickle part of his personality that had come to life only in his own death. Slowly, those clear blue eyes drifted upwards towards his lover's features as Dorian so declared he'd simply forgotten how pants worked altogether.

A soft chuckle left his lips, though truly Sebastian had anticipated as such, entirely looking for any excuse to place his hands back upon the smooth plains of his lover's figure. He had only just pushed himself from the doorframe when Dorian moved from that place within the bedroom, those arms thrown around his neck and all too willingly did the vampire draw the fae ever closer towards him. He relished in that touch of flesh against flesh, just as he too yearned for Dorian's attention. His lips hungrily met Dorian's own, the vampire stumbling backwards as Dorian pushed against his body. He felt that soft thud of his back hitting the wall of the bathroom and yet, there was perhaps no place he'd rather be then pinned by the fae King. He parted his lips ever so slightly further, allowing the Monarch to so take his bottom lip within his own, the vampire fully aware of that touch of the King's teeth and the effect that this so had upon him. A soft groan of dissatisfaction left his lips as Dorian pulled away and yet, he still intended to assist in that removal of clothing all the same. His fingers brushed around the edge of Dorian's own swimsuit, pressing down upon that hem to push them off the man's hips. Those board shorts too fell to the ground with a soft thud prompted by the simple wetness of that fabric.

"Hm?" His words were softly muttered in response to his lover's comment, his head tilted to the side ever so slightly, giving into the man's touch. That press of Dorian's lips against his neck drew a moan from his lips. That neck was entirely sensitive as it was, urged by those primal instincts within him and yet, with near human flesh, those touches brought with them a whole new level of intensity that Sebastian had near forgotten entirely. That question upon his lover's lips slowly caused his head to shift, those bright blue eyes meeting the silver hue of Dorian's own. "Yes." That single word was uttered almost breathlessly, the vampire entirely looking forward to further 'testing' it as Doiran so put it. He wholly expect Dorian would find every way to send that human body alight with desire and pleasure and how he yearned for it. His lips pressed gingerly against his lover's own one last time before the fae King left him entirely wanting, moving abruptly out of his own grasp. A soft sigh left his lips as he watched Dorian step into that shower, the vampire trailed after, those physical effects Dorian had already coaxed to life entirely obvious upon his naked body.

A soft chuckle left his lips as Dorian so teased him with that shower he'd seen to preparing, the vampire surely able to imagine how utterly blissful it might have felt and yet, he hardly complained as Dorian so relished in that touch of water to wash away the remnants of that sand. Rather, he stepped in after his lover, commenting idly as he did so. "I can only imagine." He uttered simply enough and yet, he was hardly unwilling to let that theft go entirely unchecked. Sebastian stepped behind his lover, his arms once again hooking around Dorian's waist only to pull the man flush against his own body, a singular hand reached up to gingerly push the King's jawline just enough to provide the vampire with the angle he so desired to press his lips against Dorian's own, that kiss, however, was entirely fleeting as he uttered softly within the Monarch's ear, "I think...you might need help soaping too..." His voice trailed off, the Englishman fully intending to disrupt that shower that was so stolen from him as much as he could get away with it. That touch of his fingers against Dorian's jaw slowly dropped, palm up with the clear desire for soap. Oh, if only Dorian knew exactly how distracting he could be when he so desired it.

Sebastian Ellington