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Situated above the daily life of the city, Anacosta Heights is a tucked away suburb featuring extravagant neo-gothic inspired mansions. The inhabitants of this neighborhood often show their overwhelming wealth with sports cars lining their long, circular driveways, large pools, and manicured gardens. The homeowners of Anacosta Heights treasure their privacy as seen by the high iron gates to the security personnel present at every entrance.
Dupont Circle is a small suburban neighborhood settled within the serene portion of the southern portion of town. These four-bedroom, single-family homes feature back yards, porches, garages, and far more breathing space then the Village offers. This neighborhood often is more family orientated and even has organized events for children and the neighborhood as a whole.
Settled in the middle of downtown, Hawthorn Village consists of several victorian inspired row houses just off the main street. Due to it's convenience to just about everything, the village can be a tad expensive to live within. However, the residents of this neighborhood often have two to three-story townhouses, often with a one to two-car garage. Many of the houses feature bay windows and/or rooftop terraces with a small fenced-in 'yard'.
River Dale primarily consists of apartments that, despite their age and industrial appearing interior, still hold to the Victorian history that permeates the town. These apartments are often the cheapest option and sport scuffed, older wooden floors, open floor plans, visible beams, and the occasional brick wall.
How rare it was for the Monarch to bring Sebastian to that pleasurable peak without seeking to join him in that imminent release. The pair so often indulged in that ultimate pleasure in unison and yet- tonight- Dorian was nothing if not determined to take Sebastian just as he might have done those centuries ago. Just as so many Kings before him had done. He had promised, after all, to show Sebastian his very proficiency with that toy. Dorian nothing if not determined to see that promise through. Those cuffs nestled agianst Sebastian's ankles, coupled with that solid bar between, forced his husband's legs to remain apart. That very position afforded Dorian a distinctly pleasurable view of but all of his lover. How glorious that sight! How readily Dorian remained content to simply enjoy it as his silver gaze roved over his husbands fit physique, admiring every curve and shape and line before his eyes settled upon that hardened length that was surely all but desperate for his touch. The Monarch wasted little time in leaning forward then and allowing his lips to find the soft, sensitive skin of Sebastian's inner thigh. Dorian so smoothly worked his way upward. A pattern of sweet, chaste kisses left in his wake before reaching the apex of the vampires thighs. The Fae King, tonight, afforded his lover truly little warning before taking the entirety of that length between his lips. Sebastian afforded the full pleasure of his mouth and tongue. That bar so assured the vampire could hardly move to lessen those sensations Dorian remained all but determined to subject him too. The control, tonight, entirely the Monarch's own.
Those very groans that left Sebastian's lips were nothing short of glorious. How he adored to hear those very sounds as Sebastian's hand nestled within his hair, the vampire's hips beginning to shift agianst his lips in an instinctive desire to increase that very friction. A want the Monarch was nothing short of determined to provide tonight as he allowed his lips and tongue to move from base to tip and back again in that practised, pleasurable maneuver. Sebastian's figure seemed to harden all the more between his lips, the intensity of his lovers' thrusts, and too the firmness with which the vampire's fingers tightened within his hair, so readily spoke of just how close Sebastian was to that edge. His lovers' breathy moans increased all the more. Dorian's very action, in turn, became only more purposeful as his husband made every effort to warn him that if he failed to stop- he would surely find that very ending. One Dorian so strove to purposefully push Sebastian towards. His husband so hardly managed to finish that very sentence before another moan overtook him, Sebastian's hips thrust a final time agianst him before the vampire reached that glorious climax between his lips. The very feel of that powerful release felt agianst his tongue before Dorian slowly drew his lover from between his lips. The result of that climax effortlessly swallowed. The Monarch's silver gaze shifted upward to meet the ardent blue of Sebastian's own then. Dorian so offered his lover a near impish grin as Sebastian's hand fell from his hair to rest agianst the bed. His husband's breathing was nothing short of erratic, the vampire struggling to find his breath. How very...satisfying it was to watch Sebastian come apart in just that fashion! How glorious it was to know that his touch alone offered his husband that glorious sensation. How very sexy Sebastian looked with souch tousled hair. Dorian's own nothing short of askew in turn as his fingers traced an idle pattern agianst Sebastian's thigh. The Monarch content to comment upon the very pleasure he took in bringing his husband to that climax.
"I shall enjoy it just as much every time."
A near lazy simper found the Fae King's own lips in the wake of that act. The pair so seemingly content to rest for but a few moments if only to allow Sebastian to catch his breath before a soft, contended thigh echoed from within Dorian himself. The Monarch was nothing short of satisfied with his work so far- and yet....how very much more he desired. That night so far from over. Dorian shifted gently forward once more, the Monarch reaching upward to brush his thumb gently along Sebastian's top lip- that very gesture so designed to prompt the vampire to open his mouth as he had done the night they had first met. That very gesture, it seemed, one they both remembered well. Dorian waited only so long as it took the vampire's lips to part before allowing his thumb to press to a singular, sharpened canine. Ho quickly that blood rushed to the surface! Dorian, once more, inclined to offer his lover a mere taste, if only to stir those very desires back to life within the vampire. Desire, lust, blood, need- how often they so combined into one! Dorian nothing if not....practised in so engaging but all of his husband's senses. Sebastian was quick to seek that very blood, the vampire's tongue brushed gently across his thumb before seeking to sweep at that trail it left across his lips as Dorian lifted it away. The Monarch was content to take that very moment to insist what they had just done had been for Sebastian- what was to follow was so surely for himself.
That near quizzical look he was afforded coaxed but another impish grin to the Monarch's features as Dorian moved to slip from the bed only to stride towards the foot of it, his bare feet padding softly agianst the floor. The Monarch had no sooner reached the end of the bed then he moved to grasp that black bar between his lovers' limbs- only to lift it slightly upward and- in one smooth motion, proceed to flip it. That very gesture forced Sebastian to roll onto his stomach in turn. That very place Dorian intended to indulge in was so clearly displayed and so entirely for his taking! How that very sight was nothing short of arousing! The ache between his own loins was nothing short of near painful. Dorian desired nothing in that moment more then he desired his own husband and oh, how unwilling he was to wait any longer! Dorian's grip remained upon that bar, the monarch abruptly proceeding to tug Sebastain down that bed until the vampire lent over the edge of it. That very gesture prompted a sound of surprise from the other man. Dorian was unable to prevent that small hint of a simper that tugged at his lips. After all, to surprise the vampire in any sense, when it came to those intimate activities, was nothing short of a true rarity.
Sebastian's figure, however, was so surely nothing short of gloriously sensitive in the wake of that release. Dorian was wholly determined to relish in that very thing. Sebastian shifted but slightly, the vampire positioning himself upon his elbows as Dorian moved to allow his fingers to trace over his lover's butt. The groan that rose near instantly from within the vampire so surely spoke all the more of that sensitivity. Those intimate places so wonderfully reactive in the aftermath as Dorian allowed his touch to find that very place he intended to indulge entirely within. Sebastian pressed back agianst his hand, the Fae King content to afford that place several firm caresses- coaxing that very desire back to his lovers figure. How distinctly ready Dorian was in turn. His own figure near aching as that hard length of himself pressed eagerly agianst Sebastian's thigh. Dorian's fingers so at last moved to settle upon Sebastian's hip, that very hold but all the warning the Monarch was content to give as he reached to position the tip of himself at his lover's entrance. God, but how he desired this!
Dorian's hips rolled forward, pushing himself within Sebastian's figure, the Monarch utterly unable to prevent that moan of pleasure that overcame him before his figure thrust forward several more times. Each thrust so easily pressed only more of himself into the depths of his lover until his entire length was sheathed firmly within the vampire. That bar at Sebastian's legs so afforded the Monarch an entirely new and glorious depth, one that lessened that natural resistance and only furthered those pleasurable sensations. Sebastian was forced to take all of him in those first few thrusts. The ready, warm tightness of his lovers figure was nothing short of exquisite, that depth utterly wonderful. God but how glorious it felt! Dorian so managed to utter those very words as Sebastian's fingers tightened within the sheets. He was aware of that slight shift beneath him as Sebastian turned to glance over his shoulder and toward him, the Prince so requesting he fuck him hard.
"Darling, I have every intention of just that."
His own words were nothing short of near breathless as Dorian's grip upon Sebastian's hips tightened all the more, the Monarch abruptly thrusting forward far more firmly then he so often did. How readily the Fae Kings pace increased, each thrust firmer and more demanding then last. The presence of that bar forced his lovers limbs to remain apart, Dorian afforded that glorious depth with each and every thrust. Sebastian offered so little relief from each pleasurable, relentless roll of Dorian's hips. The monarch content to fuck his husband in a way he so rarely did and bring Sebastian to yet another climx beneath him. Each thrust of hips was nothing short of possessive, those moans fell readily from his own lips- punctuating each roll. The monarch's own breath had become nothing short of unsteady, his grip upon Sebastian's hips seeming to tighten all the more as he withdrew near that entire length of himself before abruptly thrusting back in once more. How utterly exquisite Sebastian felt around him, that tightening of his lovers figure becoming all the more frequent. Dorian's own thrusts so rapidly became shorter, firmer and more ardent- that pleasurable peak so entirely within his own reach now. That fucking so having a habit of bringing about that climax far more swiftly then that gentle lovemaking they often indluged in. Sebastian's name readily found his lips as Dorian afforded his lover that final, forceful thrust as Sebastian's figure tightened powerfully around him. Dorian content to hold himself within and agianst his husband as he found that climax within him. That release was nothing short of....incredible. Those pleasurable sensations came in veritable waves that left the Fae King nothing short of breathless. His fit figure was sleek with sweat.
For several moments Dorian so merely lent agianst his husbands figure, the Monarch catching his breath as his figure so struggled to recover, before slowly, carefully, withdrawing from Sebastian's own spent body. Dorian shifted to seat himself upon the edge of the bed and beside Sebastian then, his hand reaching down to undo those cuffs and free Sebastian's limbs before Dorian all but collapsed back and onto the bed beside Sebastian's leaning figure. How utterly spent his body was. That feeling of satisfaction was entirely potent and yet....perhaps he was not quite done. Not yet.
Dorian moved to sit but slightly upward, his hand reaching down to run through Sebastian's brunette locks and prompt the vampires attention back toward himself. The Monarch nodded towards his own legs then, one raising but slightly from the bed as his figure shifted ever so slightly to expose that femoral vein- one Sebastian so rarely, rarely indulged within. That place, after all, was notoriously slow to heal, that bite prone to be a little more...painful than those other places and yet how readily Dorian knew Sebastian adored to feed from that very place. The couple had been so very careful of late with Sebastian's feeding- if only to prevent Dorian's family taking displeasure at those marks left upon him.
"Take it. No one will see your marks there, you have not fed from me properly in a few weeks and frankly, Mon Cher, I enjoy it when you do. I rather want you too."
How he near....craved that bite, that venom, in a way he had never truly noticed until those very things had lessened those past few weeks. His body very near demanding that which Sebastian alone could provide as if he were near....addicted to that very thing.