That soft murmur of relief that so parted the vampire's lips upon that request to turn managed to see a heated simper dance upon his own lips again in a touch of amusement. He had been wholly determined, tonight, to allow his lover to experience all those pleasures of a human form with that added assistance of his own affinity so compelled to obey him in an entirely different fashion tonight. The life so crafted into a sense of pure sensation and energy and pleasure to lavish upon the vampire form in some effort to offer him but a taste of those sensations that came with his own venom. Dorian assured nothing within this world was near so good as that and yet, if he could go even close, then he would be entirely satisfied in himself. Yet even Dorian himself could only wait so long, could take so much teasing in turn. Each glorious moan from within his lovers lips so had a habit of reverberating through himself and increasing that utter ache within his own loins. Those soft touches of his lips to skin and that glorious sensation of Sebastian beneath him or against him or within his hand- so knowing that arousal was entirely for him was almost intoxicating within itself, so increasing his own desire until it had simply become an utter need in every sense.

It took barely a moment to so assist the vampire in rolling over, Dorian assured to place that second pillow just as he needed it to lift the man's hips from that bed and allow the Monarch himself that better access he so required. He lent forward within that same breath, moving to tug upon those ties that bound Sebastian's hands, releasing the vampire from those bindings to allow him to find place for his hands and find a position of comfort for that upper part of his body. Dorian's lips sought the mans neck a final time to press softly to that skin with that utterance of just what was to come upon them. That soft bob of the vampires head and those words of understanding met with that subtle nod of Dorian's own before the Fae simply slipped back to position himself behind his boyfriend now, his arousal pressing eagerly against his lover, just how much he craved his lovers body in turn so surely clear in those precarious moments as his hands so moved to grasp Sebastian's hips. The single roll of his own readily saw him slide within the vampire's body, Dorian unable to suppress that groan of pure satisfaction that tore at his throat and that action alone. The Fae so readily rolled his own hips over and over, increasing that depth with each passing moment as those sensations of utter pleasure readily began to mount within his own form, his own breathing so swiftly becoming erratic as his heart quickened in it's beat. God, but Sebastian's body was utterly glorious!

He so allowed that rhythm to continue for a few moments more, Sebastian's own form readily shifting to move in time with him before the Fae so allowed his own affinity to embrace his lover that final time and unleash each and every one of those glorious sensations he was so capable of crafting with that newfound skill. Those sounds that fell from his lovers lips only seemed to draw them from Dorian in turn. The way Sebastian's fingers tightened within those blankets hardly missed as Dorian's own tightened upon the man's hips. The sudden manner in which the vampire seemed to contract around him drew a gasp from the Monarch himself, another groan echoing within his throat as that pleasure only mounted further, his pace increasing now in those glorious final moments. He was assured he had never heard sounds quite like that from Sebastian before, Dorian aware of those near panting breaths between the sound of his own rapid breathing and dancing heartbeat, a satisfaction of sorts resting somewhere within him and yet here and now he was utterly lost in the simple and utter glory of those physical feelings alone. Sebastian's form so eagerly continued to meet his own pace, Dorian's gaze fluttering closed in response to that sheer wealth of sensation he was assaulted with. His own breathing was lost somewhere amongst those gasps of breath he drew from his lover in turn, those soft sounds of pleasure falling from his lips over and over before he felt Sebastian's very body so finally give in to that pleasure entirely and all but spasm around him. That feeling within itself of Sebastian figure so finding that wholly intense release so commanding nothing less from Dorian's in turn. That sensation of his lover's form tightening around him far more intense then Dorian had so anticipated, enough to send that Monarch so tumbling off that pleasurable peak barely a few moments afterward. His lovers name so intermingled with those swear words upon Sebastian's own lips as Dorian found that release within him.

The vampire all but collapsed onto those bedsheets as Dorian so carefully withdrew some seconds later. For several moments the Monarch was wholly content to simply catch his breath, drawing in that air almost greedily as he rolled unceremoniously from his lover to collapse onto his back beside him. That glorious sense of satisfaction that came in the wake of that satiation by far one of the most blissful feelings in all the world, of that he was assured. Yet too, for all he craved from those physical sensations, for all the utter perfection that were their couplings he had so come to crave that emotional connection all the same as he never had before with any other being in all his centuries of life. How he relished that exquisite closeness to Sebastian such things provided him with! How he adored being so free to love the man with every part of himself and in every fashion and how glorious those moments afterward were when there existed those rapid breaths and beating hearts and wholly sated bodies. How easily Sebastian had become but the very sun he so orbited around! Dorian so struck with the utter force of that love he had for his Consort as his arms reached out, wrapping about the vampire now to draw him against him, lips pressing lazily to his shoulder as Dorian so finally deemed his breathing even enough to attempt some words. The exhaustion that seemed to have beset his lovers form stirring that simper to his lips and softly against the man's skin. He gently offered;

"This, Mon Cher, is called 'being tired'. This is, I fear, one unfortunate trait of a living body you may have forgotten."

That soft chuckle hummed within his throat at that light, playful tease. The silver of his gaze glancing briefly towards his bag and that gift he still needed to offer the man. In a moment perhaps. Dorian assured he had no desire to stand just yet. The Fae wholly relishing that feel of the man he loved so pressed against him still. Dorian assured this might so be the one and only moment he had ever tired Sebastian out in all those couplings they had shared. The Monarch assured to remember it entirely before moving, at last, to offer Sebastian had least some sort of explanation for just what had so prompted the discovery of that side of his affinity. One hand lifted upward, brushing a few strands of that dirty blonde hair from his lover's eyes with a ready affection. Dorian wholly content to rest his head upon his lover's chest, meeting his gaze, momentarily admiring that thoroughly askew hair he had left the vampire with all the same.

"Do you know, Bastian, that all those things I so had you feel then- that is what it feels like when you bite? I know your venom does not work upon you so I thought perhaps you should know, after all this time, how utterly wonderful it actually felt."

Dorian Aragona