Dorian Ellington-AragonaThe King of Italy

For all the utter perfection of Sebastian's hands so stroking that very desire all the more potently to his frame with those practised, blissful touches there was something even more exquisite in the feeling off his lovers lips. Dorian so willingly allowed his head to be tilted gently to the side, Sebastian afforded every access to his neck as the vampires lips pressed sweetly to that sensitive flesh before moving to do just as he had been ordered and allow those genteel kisses to trail only further downward. The Monarch could hardly help that near shudder that all but eclipsed his figure as Sebastian's lips pressed to his collarbone and chest before fluttering across his stomach and between his thighs to reach that part of himself that so utterly demanded his attention. His lovers hand had so already having coaxed the length of himself into a ready firmness and yet how much more Dorian so surely desired! That utter want for his husband was nothing short of demanding. The Fae King so finding those restraints upon his wrists all the more frustrating as they so readily denied him that touch he so craved. How much he desired to run his fingers through his lovers hair, to trace those hard plains of the vampires chest and to draw him closer and closer still! Yet too, how readily those restrains so forced him to rely on those orders he gave his lover all at once to so achieve what he desired! How decidedly clever such a ploy.

His silver gaze so readily found his husbands own in those moments in which Sebastian so at last slid him between his lips. That groan of sheer pleasure escaping him readily then. How utterly glorious that feeling! That warm, wetness of his lovers mouth affording the Fae King far more sensation then the vampires hands alone. Yet by the Gods how he adored the sight of Sebastian between his legs in such a fashion! That mere sight decidedly arousing alone and only further increasing that want upon his figure with every touch of his lovers tongue. Sebastian, he knew, was but entirely capable off affording him that peak of satisfaction in just this fashion alone. The vampire decidedly skilled in such things and indeed, wholly knowledgeable in just how to afford him those strokes he found the most pleasurable. Dorian so allowed his own gaze to flutter closed then, his head lent back within that chair as those very sensations of utter pleasure all but assaulted him. Those soft moans fell far more freely from his lips now as his hips lifted upward in that attempt to only further that touch of Sebastian's lips. Dorian so seeking to match that rhythm the vampire had set and increase that blissful sensation of friction he craved. How quickly that breathlessness found him. The Monarch's fingers gripping more tightly at the wooden arms of that very throne in a bid for control. Dorian vaguely aware of Sebastian so loosening his own pants in that moment. His gaze once more fluttering open to eye that distinct state of readiness his husband had so found himself within. Sebastian, it seemed, readily inclined to find Dorian's own authority distinctly appealing. The Fae assured he would not forget such a thing. Yet- he so had but another promise to keep here and now to make use of that very throne to but take his husband entirely for his own.

How difficult it was to so demand Sebastian stop. Dorian wholly fearing for his control if his lover so continued with those very sensations and skillful strokes. The vampire decidedly slow to comply with this request. Sebastian's tongue so gracing that length of him a final time from base to tip in just such a fashion as to prompt yet another soft moan from the Monarch himself. Dorian's fingers yet again pressing into the wood of the chair upon which he was bound in a near desperate effort to regain that very control. Wretched being Sebastian was! That breathlessness clung readily to his frame now as Sebastian's head rested softly against his thigh, the Fae King taking but several moments to regain that very control before so seeking to demand Sebastian shift his pants downward- not enough to slide them completely from his figure, but rather, just enough to afford the Monarch access to that part off his lover he so desired in that moment. Dorian wholly content to allow that very fabric to prevent his lover reaching that very peak of satisfaction to early. The Monarch assured he had but another plan for such things after he had taken his own pleasure from his lovers fit figure in just that fashion Kings had done for centuries before him. Though how many had done such things within their own thrones remained to be seen.

His head nodded in ready assurance to his lovers query upon that placement off his pants. Dorian wholly content to eye his lovers butt and too those hard,firm lines of the vampires back all at once. His husband so surely his own prize for the taking in that moment. Dorian wholly content to continue within that role of King as he so commanded his lover take his place on his lap. That final kiss he was so afforded was wholly welcomed and eagerly returned. Those very words he was offered coaxing that simper to his lips as Sebastian took him within his hand only to turn and press himself downward. The Monarch's own hips rolled upward in that same moment, assisting his own entry into his lover before gravity itself so readily assured Sebastian's figure so took that length of him within himself in its entirety. The vampire seated upon his lap but a moment later. That utter, glorious feeling of so being within his lover incomparable to any other. That simple, sheer tightness off Sebastian's figure alone readily prompting those desires to move and yet Dorian so forced himself to remain still for but a few moments longer, his figure adjusted but slightly to allow his chest to press against Sebastian's back. That sensation of skin on skin nothing short of satisfying. That very position so allowing his lips to all-too easily tease at that sensitive flesh of Sebastian's neck in turn. Dorian content to utter those final rules against that very skin as Sebastian's own head turned but slightly to offer that very complaint. The Monarch allowing his teeth to tease at that skin once more, that impish grin so finding his lips.

"The things I command of you."

He so corrected in near the same moment. How decidedly sexy it was to know of that very pleasure Sebastian took from this veritable game in turn! Dorian wholly content to utter his own intentions then. That very assurance he so intended to claim Sebastian as his own with that very coupling was near as old as time itself. Such methods of claiming decidedly antiquated and yet how readily he intended to indulge in them! After all, was it not his very right as King to do just that? That near soft mutter from his lover that he was always his alone so readily coaxed that warm simper to his lips, those very words alone so prompting that further feeling of warmth within his chest. Those accented words uttered softly back.

"I know."

His lips pressed once more to the skin of the vampires neck, his hips rolling abruptly upward then to prompt that groan from his lover in turn. That very sound decidedly glorious and only further prompting the Monarch to increase that rhythm. Sebastian, it seemed, so wordlessly understanding his desires in this. The vampires, arms slipped beneath his own to make use of those very armrests in turn and take control of that very pace and depth. Heavens but that feeling! Another soft moan so eased itself from his own lips in that moment. Dorian's breath so quickening all the more as his hips so increased that pace in turn. The feeling of Sebastian's very figure nothing short of exquisite. Each and every groan so coaxed from the vampire only furthering that arousal within the Monarch himself. Those very sounds so punctuated with each upward thrust of his hips. Tonight, here and now, so entirely about his own pleasure. Dorian, for once, so hardly struggling to maintain that control. The Fae King wholly content to lose himself willingly in the tightness of his lovers figure and take that very pleasure he so strove for. Sebastian near prevented from achieving that same high if only for those very plans the Monarch had for afterward. Dorian so hardly oblivious to that length of his lover so straining against those dress pants or that very wetness that spoke so readily of his readiness in turn. Dorian hardly inclined to keep him waiting any longer. His own breath was wholly uneven now, that roll of his hips increased a final time as those kisses upon his lovers neck increased all the more. Those soft moans so uttered warmly against the vampires neck before those sensations of his lovers figure around him eclipsed him entirely. That pleasurable high crashing down upon him in all its glorious bliss as he took that release within Sebastian himself. The vampire's name muttered readily against his neck in those precarious moments. Dorian left near breathless with the force off it. There was but nothing, he was assured, that felt so good as that.

His head rested easily upon his lovers shoulder in that moment, that sweat that clung to his own figure surely only increasing that warmth against his lover in turn. Dorian taking several moments to merely breath and yet- he had hardly forgotten Sebastian in turn. His lover so far denied that very pleasure he had taken. Dorian, even for all his more dominant nature this very evening, so refusing to be an un-generous lover in turn. Sebastian, he knew, more than ready to so be afforded that pleasure in turn. His lips pressed softly to his companions back then, Dorian seeking to draw the vampires attention back to him in turn.

"I think, when you are ready, you should stand and untie me- and I shall show you a thing we Italians know quite well."

How decidedly sensitive his own figure was! Dorian groaning softly as Sebastian eased himself upward and free from his own spent form. The Monarch waiting only so long as it took those red threads to free his hands before he rose from that chair. His lips eagerly finding Sebastian's own but one more time as his fingers readily ran through his lovers hair in just that fashion he had so desired! That impish grin, however, remained entirely in place all the same. His hand reaching then to entwine with his lover's own.

"It is time we saw to your own needs. Tell me, do you know of Italian chandeliers?"

It was a decidedly rare thing, in every sense, to so find but anything amongst those more intimate activities his lover had not dabbled within before and yet that look of uncertainty that so seemed to find his husbands features only furthered that simper upon his own. How intriguing it might be, to so show to Sebastian a veritable positioning the vampire himself had not indulged within before! Dorian stepped easily away from that throne then, his hand still fitted within his companions own to guide him with him and towards the nearest carpet that adorned those otherwise marble floors. The Monarch so hardly seeking to afford his lover but any touch of coldness from that floor. Dorian so easing himself to the ground then, before encouraging Sebastian to do the same. The Fae King leaning over him then, coaxing the vampire to lie back against the floor. Dorians lips so brushing against Sebastian's own a final time then, that striking silver so meeting that blue of his husbands own.

"All you need do is lift your knees a little and ensure your feet stay flat on the floor, yes? I think you have waited quite long enough tonight...."

There was, the Monarch was assured, no furthered need for any foreplay. The vampire most assuredly ready in every sense as Dorian so moved to hook his fingers within the hem of his lovers dress pants and so at last slide them from his figure entirely before casting them aside. Sebastian at last afforded that freedom entirely. Dorian shifted but easily forward then to roll and lay himself gently atop his lover, his back so pressing to Sebastian's chest in a near reversal (and more horizontal) variation of the position they had taken up within his own throne. The Monarch propping himself slightly upward on his elbows, his legs resting outside of Sebastian's own before his hand so reached down to guide that length of his lover to just where it so needed to be against himself. Sebastian so merely required to roll his own hips upward as Dorian so eased his own downward to allow the vampire to enter him. That very position so requiring a certain degree of fitness upon the Monarch's own part to life his figure upward with each roll off his lovers hips and yet that very movement it afforded them both was sure to prove decidedly satisfying in turn....