Within the very warmth of the plush bed and silken sheets, Sebastian held little desire to attend to the very affairs of the world. Today, he was assured, was the one day in which he should most certainly be allowed to be greedy with the man he cherished so much. Although there was no denying their intimacy had hardly ceased in the slightest over the past year of their marriage, to gain a full day of his lover's attention was nothing short of a feat - leaving the vampire lamenting over the need to leave the comforts of his husband's embrace. His sapphire gaze fluttered towards his lover, the very sound of Dorian's voice, so laced with sleep, all but appealing to the Englishman even despite the Monarch's present effort to point out that singular flaw that had so led to tonight's unfortunate scheduling. A soft sigh left the vampire's lips, even if he could hardly deny the practicality of his husband's point. "I guess you're right," Sebastian muttered, clearly unsatisfied with even his own tendencies. Even so, that genteel touch of affection so easily tore at his attention as the Prince leaned into that touch, his cheek near nuzzling against his lover's palm in an almost feline manner. That small shift of his husband beneath him was hardly ignored, however, the vampire hardly requiring much coaxing as he shifted easily onto his back, allowing Dorian to settle against his lap.
His gaze shifted over the hard plains of his lover's chest, the Monarch's skin so delectably tempting in the soft light of the crackling fireplace, holding the entirety of his interest. Even despite the sheer number of times he'd had Dorian, even after the months that had passed, that desire he held for his lover's body hardly seemed to lessen in the slightest. His fingers interlaced within Dorian's own, only for the Monarch to slide his hands upwards and above his head in some vain effort to pin him to those silken sheets. A small simper danced across his features as he watched Dorian lean own, their lips meeting in an altogether heated kiss. How he relished in the very taste of the King, the Prince more than content to get lost within the very fervor of those kisses! He was remorse, truly, when Dorian so broke that glimpse of affection. It was, however, that softly uttered insistence that his features so betrayed his anxieties that caused that soft sigh. A small, and yet, entirely rare frown crossed his lips, even as he insisted that it was merely the unknown that so perturbed him. Although he knew well that his newfound status as Prince so exempted him from the demands of the woman who had been his Queen for so very long, a part of him still found himself almost hesitant not to comply with her desires, regardless of that lack of obligation. Some habits, after all, were so intently engrained within him that to deviate caused but a measure of palpable anxiety within him.
He watched as that simper upon his lover's features hardly seemed to deviate, the Monarch's shoulders rose in a small shrug as Dorian attempted to lessen those fears all over again. Although Sebastian appreciated his husband's efforts, he was, admittedly, hardly assured. After all, the Queen's office had been making an effort for the greater part of a year - that very steadfast determination so seeming to suggest some greater desire at play, even if it was surely not spoken of. "I suppose." He muttered in some sort of defeat. He was hardly aware, however, of the very measures that his husband might go to in order to draw his thoughts from lingering so potently upon that meeting. That very impishness alone that so alight his husband's features near immediately pulled at his attention, causing his eyebrow to rise in uncertainty. He watched as Dorian leaned downward, only for the King's lips to once again find their place against his jawline. His head shifted ever so slightly at the genteel, feather-like touch of Dorian's lips, all too eagerly granting the Monarch access to his ever-sensitive neck. That touch of his lover's lips against his nape, combined with that roll of his husband's hips against his own figure prompted a soft, though nonetheless audible inhale from the man. That very readiness so slowly coaxed to his figure, the vampire's thoughts certainly terribly far from his past Queen when so presented with the opportunity to take advantage of his current Monarch.
His lover's lamentation of the very hour, however, caused Sebastian to quickly assure the King that they surely had enough time for whatever thoughts so lingered within his husband's mind, without even sparing a glance at the watch upon his wrist. Sebastian was, admittedly, overjoyed that Dorian was hardly inclined to force the Incubus to wait particularly after so coaxing to life the very beginning of those desires. Although such torturous teasing was hardly beyond either of them, tonight, he found himself far needier than normal. It was the King's sudden insistence that he was cute, however, that prompted a soft sound of amusement from his lips. His voice was nothing shy of teasing as he commanded his King to simply kiss him, that protest upon Dorian's lips all but cut off by the upward pressing of his own hips, near immediately redirecting his husband's attention on himself alone. A warm simper spread across his features as Dorian eagerly lent down, only to give in to his very demands. The King's lips so readily pressed against his own, exactly where, Sebastian was assured, they belonged. The very desire that laced that kiss was certainly clear as Dorian's tongue slid tantalizingly against his lips, prompting him to part them and afford the fae that very sort of kiss he knew Dorian liked best. The very brush of his tongue against Dorian's prompted a soft groan within the Monarch's throat, the very kind that Sebastian so relished in hearing.
Sebastian was altogether attentive to that shift of Dorian's figure against his own, the Monarch's boxers so, unfortunately, in the way, even as Sebastian own figure squirmed to press readily against the King, so attempting to coax that eagerness within his husband. He could hardly help that glimpse of want upon his features as Dorian finally pulled away from him, the King's hands unwinding from his own only at the simple request to roll over. His eyebrow rose and yet, he had never before denied the fae those 'experiments' of sorts that so often plagued the King's mind. A great many of them, after all, had been nothing short of wholly enjoyable. "As you wish." He muttered softly, Sebastian all too willingly complied, waiting until Dorian moved before shifting onto his stomach, glancing over his shoulder almost questioningly at the fae. He was well aware of his lover straddling his figure once again, only for the King to reach forward and settle his hands upon Sebastian's shoulders. The Prince shifted ever so slightly, simply relaxing beneath the weight of the Monarch's hands as his eyes fluttered closed, simply allowing himself to feel that firm kneading of his far too tense muscles.
The very warmth of Dorian's hands against his skin so helped to chase away that death that clung to his frame in those moments after waking - the King's hands slowly shifting further and further down his frame, so bringing his body back to life. It was the soft press of Dorian's lips against his shoulder that caused his gaze to flutter open, a small simper settling on his features as his head turned to eye what he could of the Monarch. There was something altogether peaceful of that moment, as his lover so slowly pressed his lips against his skin, trailing down his spine to follow that same path only. It was only once Dorian's lips reached the very bottom of his back that the King paused in that genteel trail, only for, unexpectedly, his fingers to continue that heated trail further down. That very preparedness for his lover's touch still hardly prepared him for the sensation of lover's fingers against that very place Dorian so often left for last, the very sensation of the King's fingers prompted a soft groan upon his lips. His legs shifted ever so slightly, if only to afford Dorian all the more room he might need as his lover once again picked up that soft trail of kisses, this time traveling back up the smooth plains of his back.
The very firmness of those caresses caused the vampire to shift slightly into Dorians' caresses, that readiness so quickly filling his frame with just that teasing alone! The very press of Dorian's lips upon his neck in combination with the very sensation of those feelings afforded to him had already begun to coax a sort of unsteadiness to his breath. Those inhales were all the more audible with each passing moment and yet, he was hardly prepared for the King's bite. The singular press of that finger within him prompted a moan to his lips, his husband so effortlessly finding a rhythm between the sensation of his hands and the nibbling of his teeth against Sebastian's skin. He could feel Dorian's own arousal against him, even as the King so lavished his wanting frame with that clear attention. Those gasping breaths were certainly audible and yet, with the King hardly showing any intention to stop, Sebastian's head shifted to afford him some glimpse of the King. His own breath was surely warm against Dorian's ear, those words little more than a whisper as his hips pressed upwards and against both his lover's palm and the still straddling form of the Monarch himself. "God, Dorian...you make me so ready for you..." With such an assault upon those all too intimate areas of his figure, his desire for foreplay was all but lost in a need for more - a ready desire to feel the very length of the King himself within him. God, how he needed the Monarch and yet, given that current position, he was all too careful to move with any swiftness to ensure his lover's own readiness. Certainly, Dorian would understand that his patience was quickly diminishing.
His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy