you were the answer to my dreams

That whine upon his lover's lips brought Sebastian a grin of satisfaction. Even despite that steady pressure in that very place that so desperately desired the entirety of his fiance's form. He could feel the length of the fae Monarch pressing against the back of his thigh. That very closeness of Dorian's frame equally as teasing as that touch he was so subjected to. It was only fair, surely, that he returned those antics to the Monarch. Even despite that very notion that had crossed his mind, Sebastian still found himself entirely discontent with that absence of his lover's firm caresses, that bite upon his neck prompted a final groan from his lips, even as Dorian assured him of how utterly arousing that almost change of roles was. A ghost of a simper crossed his lips as the vampire was so reluctantly released, a sentiment he too felt even as he made his way towards that bathrobe with a promise not to linger for too long outside of that bedroom. Truthfully, Sebastian hardly required any coaxing to return to the Monarch's arms any faster then he already intended to, not with such prominent desires running rampant within him.

It was rare, truly, when the Englishman offered any sort of authoritative tone to his fiance beyond those distinct fears of safety. Tonight, however, it was a single command he issued the King, a placement he was sure Dorian would hardly have any complaints against complying with. It was the sound of his name that caused the vampire to pause, an almost quizzical look upon his features as he glanced back at his fiance. "Hm?" He inquired, that impish grin wholly caught his attention as those silver eyes so stared at him. He hardly anticipated that idle comment, those simple words brought a wholly satisfied simper to his own features. "I know." He commented, those long eyelashes fluttered closed over one navy eye in a risque sort of wink before the vampire stepped from that bedroom, venturing down into that rather delectable smelling kitchen. He could quite near taste that rich chocolate in the very air and yet, for now, even that cake was not truly what he was after. That ecstatic glimpse upon Elizabeth's face at his presence was enough to coax the vampire to remain through a round of that 'Happy Birthday' song, even if his desires certainly pulled him elsewhere.

It took far longer than he truthfully had patience for to melt that chocolate, Sebastian momentarily proccupying himself with the slicing of those strawberries, even if that temporary reprieve from that onslaught of desires had a fashion of providing them both that much needed control. Even so, he was perhaps overly eager to return to that bedroom, assuring Elizabeth they would both be back downstairs for that cake in due time. His navy eyes near instantly found that alert figure of the fae King upon his return to the bedroom, the Englishman purposefully remained altogether silent of his intentions as he set the tray of fruit and chocolate down upon the bed. Truthfully, he anticipated well enough that Dorian would put those puzzle pieces of sorts together, even before he dipped that first piece of fruit into that melted chocolate. That drip of that sweetness was entirely purposeful upon his lover's figure, even despite that singular word to suggest it was anything but. Sebastian was well aware of his lover's gaze upon him as he leaned down. His tongue traced that line of sweetness, moving altogether tantalizingly close to that very place he had all but ignored thus far, that sharp intake of air all the more pleasing to his ears, even as Dorian's body seemed to squirm beneath him.

Slowly, he rose upwards, entirely unable to help that grin that had settled upon his features. "I am glad you think so." He muttered, watching as Dorian plucked another strawberry from that bowl. Delicately, he reached forward to take that offered piece of fruit, biting into that sweet explosion of chocolate. His own navy gaze remained steady upon the fae Monarch, simply watching with vague curiosity as his lover dipped the tips of his fingers in that warm sweetness. A single eyebrow rose as Dorian's thumb entered his mouth, the vampire all but attentive to that fashion in which he so sucked that chocolate from the tips of his fingers. That imagery was certainly not lost upon him, the Englishman shifted slightly upon that bed in a small display of his own impatience. He hardly hesitated at that genteel touch against his jaw, his lips almost hungrily meeting Dorian's own, that touch of the man's teeth against his bottom lip prompted a sound from the back of his throat, even despite that peculiar sensation of that chocolate upon the planes of his chest. That sweet kiss was far too short for his own liking, even as the Monarch shifted downwards to follow that very line of chocolate.

He watched as his lover continued that descent downward, the vampire wholly unable to help that excitement that came from that sheer anticipation of that sensation upon those more intimate parts of his figure. That rather abrupt pause cause a small frown to toy with the corner of his features. A soft whine left his lips at those teasing words, the vampire certainly unable to help that growing need to pick up their evening exactly where they had so left it off. That touch he was so finally rewarded with, however, quickly brought that moan back to his lips, his body so easily reacting to that firmness of those strokes, quickly bringing the vampire back to that same breathless state he had been at prior to that mention of that very idea. Even despite that desire to simply relish within those feelings, even the vampire was unable to be truly selfish with such desires, rather, a singular finger dipped into that chocolate, his free hand reaching down to bring Dorian closer towards him, entirely purposeful to ensure he hardly stopped that sweet caress of his lover's fingers upon him. Rather, it was the Monarch's neck he was so after in those moments, that finger gingerly reached up to train that bit of chocolate from beneath the King's jaw to the very base of neck in that place he so particularly enjoyed biting.

The vampire paused, a soft sound leaving his lips at the King's firm touch before the man was capable of gathering his thoughts once more. He let his tongue run over his finger, cleaning it of any chocolate before his hand so finally dipped downwards, trailing across his lover's waist and down towards the top of his thigh before so encircling the King in his hand. That very gesture was so reminiscent of that first evening together, all that time ago when this was as far as he could hope with the Monarch. As it was, however, he was hardly finished with Dorian, his own lips brushed sweetly against the bottom of his lover's jaw, licking that small trail of chocolate. He was almost purposeful in the way he so allowed his teeth to graze that skin, hardly enough to puncture the King's flesh and yet, firm enough that Dorian certainly felt it. That shortness of his own breath was certainly felt against his lover's skin and yet, that quickly unraveling control hardly mattered as much as those sensations he was so afforded in that moment. God, how he wanted this!

Sebastian Ellington