Crowned Prince of Italy
There was no denying the continual presence of Dorian's family had an effect upon their usually fervent intimacy. Those evenings spent tangled in each other's limbs had become increasingly less frequent if only for the demands of entertaining their guests. The romps they had enjoyed were also far less....through then Sebastian might have otherwise liked, the end result was an Incubus that was left entirely wanting. How much his contentment so relied upon those evenings, his mood of late had, in turn, become perhaps a bit more...irritated then the vampire's normally placid composure. Sebastian, quite simply, needed this. It was strikingly easy to coax those often hidden facet's of the man to the surface, the vampire lusting after his husband's blood as much as his incubus so desired his lover's body. Eagerly, the Prince deepened that kiss, his tongue so purposefully sliding against Dorian's own in a blatant desire for more of that delectable taste that had suddenly left him feeling so parched. He was well aware, of course, of the warmth of Dorian's hand sliding down his toned figure, over each and every muscle of his chest, leaving a far more pronounced chill in his wake with the absence of the fae's heat.
The very sensation of Dorian's fingers tugged sharply at Sebastian's attention, even despite the slick feeling of Dorian's tongue sliding against his own, leaving but a taste of that subtly sweet liquid he so sought more of. Quickly, the button of his hands were undone, the zipper sliding down to reveal the already semi-hardened length of his figure and yet, how quick Dorian was to wrap his fingers around him in a firm caress. That touch alone brought a groan to the back of his throat, that fondling one he was more than willing to return as his own hand flattened, sliding down his lover's back and beneath the dress pants his King still wore. How teasingly his fingers brushed against Dorian's flesh, momentarily awarding the Monarch with a brief glimpse of that pleasurable sensation before his hand merely darted away again. It was that very taunting that finally seemed to provoke his lover to break that kiss, even if it was just to mutter of the vampire's apparent 'wretchedness'. Oh, if only Dorian knew just how wretched he could truly be!
Tonight, however, Sebastian fell to his husband's whims, the gentle press of Dorian's lips against his jawline saw the vampire's head turn, the vampire so wordlessly giving his lover access to that vulnerably sensitive flesh of his neck. The soft press of the King's lips against his chilled skin prompted his eyes to flutter close, the rise and fall of his chest quickening as he simply allowed himself to focus entirely upon the glorious feeling of his husband's palm sliding purposefully against the length of him. Those low groans reverberated within the pack of his throat as Dorian continued his path downwards and, much to Sebastian's disappointment, entirely out of his reach. With delicate care the King seemed to follow that invisible trail down the valleys of his abdomen and towards his groin, that route ending abruptly at the very edge of Sebastian's pant line. His own breath, however, had become audibly unsteady with each firm brush of his lover's hand sweeping from the base of his hardened length to the tip - only for those once rhythmic motions to suddenly cease altogether. A soft whine left the vampire's lips as those blue eyes fluttered open to eye his husband inquisitively. The very sensation of Dorian's hands upon his hips was all that was necessary to see his body lift ever so slightly, the Prince more than willing to assist in the removal of those pants as best as he could as Dorian stripped them from his physique, tossing them haphazardly to the floor.
The intense blue of his gaze followed his lover's hands as Dorian reached for his own pants, his button and zipper undone only to loosen his waist band and, in turn, reward the vampire with but a glimpse of his husband's physique. How aware he was, within that poised moment, of his lover's gaze upon him, eying the results of his attentiveness. How well Sebastian knew that look - that possessiveness within the depths of those silver eyes entirely arousing, the vampire more than willing to embrace those far more...archaic roles, giving himself entirely to his King's every whim. Those very thoughts, however, were interrupted only by the deviation of those silver eyes, Dorian suddenly leaning down to reach for the mysterious bag he had left beside the bed. The very sight of that sleek black bar, however, prompted his brow to raise ever so slightly as Dorian twirled it near effortlessly between his fingertips. Sebastian shifted upwards onto his elbows, well aware of exactly what that device was, much less its uses as he eyed the pair of cuffs on each end. His admittance that he had never experienced such a toy utilized on him, however, seemed to garner a glimpse of surprise to his lover's features. After all, it was...rare the pair ventured into territory that Sebastian had not previously explored extensively.
The very notion that this was a toy his lover was well versed in only made that situation all the more...unique, and yet, it was his husband query upon how a King might utilize such a device that brought a simper to his lips. "I look forward to it." He responded, the vampire forever willing to explore the very depths of that pleasure he might find with his lover. Dorian, after all, was nothing short of adept at the art of sex - his declaration that he knew this particular toy well only further promising that tonight would be exactly as satisfying as he so desperately desired it to be. He watched inquisitively as Dorian ceased spinning the bar, the fae quickly focusing instead upon the cuffs on either end. The first was fastened adeptly around the vampire's ankle, Dorian only pausing momentarily to ensure his comfort before affording his other ankle the same treatment. It was certainly a curious feeling, though hardly uncomfortable, the interior of those cuffs so purposefully lined with a decidedly soft material if only to prevent sliding or catching against his skin. Briefly, Sebastian rolled his foot, testing those cuffs before Dorian leaned down to extend the bar, the gesture forcing his legs further apart and, in turn, so putting all of the vampire on display for his Monarch to take. How aware he was of just all that position showed of his fit physique, just as he too was aware of that very reaction it seemed to spur within his lover, that want altogether visible within his lover's quickly hardening body.
That utterance of how Dorian so adored that sight was answered with little more than a soft chuckle, the vampire more than willing to afford his lover that very scene over and over again in any fashion his King might desire. He watched as Dorian leaned forward, his lips pressed tenderly against the silken flesh of Sebastian's thigh. The very sensation of Dorian's heated breath against him prompted a soft, though nonetheless audible exhale from the Prince's lips before his lover's attention slowly shifted upwards. Admittedly, he should have anticipated just where his husband's mouth was going and yet, this time, Dorian gave him strikingly little warning before before his lover took the entirety of him between his lips. Immediately a groan reverberated within Sebastian's throat, the vampire's head tilted backwards as he allowed himself to fall back onto the plush mattress. His hips shifted habitually in a thoughtless effort to limit the access his lover had to him, his ankles only met with the firm resistance of that black bar positioned between his legs. He had forgotten, already, that very control his lover had stripped from him.
How utterly amazing it felt, Dorian's lips sliding against him in a near rhythmic fashion. He was aware of the wetness of his lover's mouth, of the King's tongue that slid alongside him and the distinct warmth of each breath his Monarch took. It was hardly long before his hips started to shift with his lover's movements, as if attempting to further that delightful pleasure he felt from each passing second. His hand reached down, his fingers intertwining in his lover's brunette locks, encouraging the fae to take more of him. Those breathy moans became all the more potent with each passing moment and yet, as Sebastian was brought closer and closer towards that point in which he found himself incapable of stopping himself, so too did he become increasingly aware that his husband had made little effort to cease his own purposeful actions. "God....Dorian...." Those words were muttered softly between those audibly gasped breaths. "If you don't stop I'm going to..." His words were cut off by a moan upon his lips, that warning he'd offered his husband hardly one Dorian seemed to heed, much less one Sebastian even bothered to finish as his fingers tightened within the King's locks, so signifying just how very close he was.
How easily Dorian was capable of pushing him over the edge, his hips shifting upwards but one final time as, with an audible groan, Sebastian found that very climax within his husband's mouth. The bright blue of his gaze slowly shifted downwards, the vampire watching as his husband merely swallowed that release without hesitation before pulling away, Sebastian's own hand falling with a gentle thud against the mattress as the man struggled to find his breath once again in the wake of that unusual, though nonetheless wonderful, satisfaction. That soft utterance upon Dorian's lips brought a soft snort to Sebastian's nose as he let his head fall back upon the mattress. "It's a good thing you have eternity to watch it." He murmured back, a near lazy smile fluttering across his features as Dorian's fingers traced patterns upon his thigh. For several moments the pair lingered there, the vampire quick to regain some level of composure only for his husband to offer little more than a soft sigh. A questioning glimpse crossed his features as Dorian leaned forward, the fae's thumb gingerly brushing along his lip and just beneath his nose. How reminiscent that very gesture was of the night they had first met, all those years ago, the very thought but briefly fluttering over his mind as his lips parted in the habitual manner Dorian so sought them to.
His husband's thumb so effortlessly slid between his lips, finding those sharpened canines only to press against his fang. The vampire stilled as that sudden taste of blood once again filled his mouth, revitalizing that simple need for his lover, albeit it in other ways. His tongue was quick to trace that trail his King left, caressing the King's thumb before trailing over his lip in an effort to indulge in every minute flavor the Monarch might have left behind. His lover's voice near immediately plucked at Sebastian's attention, the vampire's brow rose almost questiongly and yet, he hardly had a moment to query after what Dorian meant before the fae slid off the edge of the bed, purposefully striding towards the very foot of it. Sebastian's head tilted ever so slightly to the side in a glimpse of curiosity, the Englishman entirely unprepared by his lover's sudden grasping of the bar positioned between his legs. In one smooth motion his King gripped the metal, lifting the bar upwards before, in one smooth motion, flipping it in a manner that nearly forced Sebastian's physique to roll with the gesture. The vampire was quick to give into that unspoken demand, shifting onto his stomach only to reveal that very place his husband so surely desired.
That enjoyment his lover seemed to gain from the sight, however, hardly lasted long before Sebastian was pulled down the length of their bed. The sudden action prompted a soft noise of surprise from the man, his own figure decidedly...sensitive in the wake of that satisfaction he had only just found. It hardly took long, however, before Sebastian found himself leaning over the edge of the bed, that very position leaving him so entirely available for the taking. The vampire shifted ever so slightly, repositioning himself just so, even if that bar kept his legs spread apart. Nevertheless, the Prince had just enough time to shift to his elbows before Dorian's hand fell upon his hips, the King's opposite hand brushing over his butt only for his Monarch's fingers to press teasingly against that very place Dorian so intended to indulge in. The very sensation of his lover's fingers prompted a groan from his lips, those intimate areas particularly reactive to the slightest touch in such an immediate aftermath. Nevertheless, Sebastian shifted backwards and further against his lover's hand, letting those firm caresses renew that blatant desire within him. How aware he was of his lover's own readiness, the length of the Monarch pressing firmly against his thigh. Those touches, however, were entirely purposeful in nature, Dorian waiting only long enough to coax that desire within him before the King's hand withdrew. He could feel the fae shift behind him, Sebastian entirely aware of the tip of his lover brushing against his very entrance as Dorian reached down to position himself.
Even with that knowledge of his King's intention, Sebastian was hardly prepared for the actual sensation of the hardened length of the fae entering him. The very position of his legs so afforded him an entirely new sensation as Dorian slid within him with that first firm thrust, his lover's hands so tightening around his hips in the process. An audible gasp left his lips as Dorian pushed himself deeper into him, that usual resistance entirely decreased with that bar so restricting the vampire, allowing his Monarch far more depth than usual at each of those first few thrusts. His own physique was nothing short of tight against the fae, Sebastian aware of each throb and movement as his fingers tightly gripped the sheets beneath him. Those softly muttered words, however, merely prompted a soft moan from Sebastian's lips, the Prince glancing briefly over his shoulder towards the fae behind him. "Fuck me hard...Your Majesty." He commented, even despite that quickly unevening breath, so encouraging his lover to take everything he desired.