Crowned Prince of Italy
For several blissful moments, Sebastian merely laid against the softness of their bedsheets, listening to the audible sound of their breaths in the aftermath of their coupling. He could hear his husband's heart thudding steadily within his chest, his King appearing nothing short of utterly satisfied in every facet. How Sebastian adored moments such as this, the afterglow of that intimacy had grown on him as much as the act of sex itself. How he had missed this. Their lives, after all, had been forced to change in more ways than one to facilitate Dorian's family. The evenings the pair spent nestled within each other's arms had become decidedly...limited, in turn. It was the soft utterance of his name that drew Sebastian's thoughts from his own contentment, the vampire offering little more than a quiet hum upon his lips in response. Truthfully, he had not anticipated that offer to bite his lover, not since the pair had discovered the reaction Dorian's family seemed to have at the very sight of those bites marks his teeth tended to leave behind upon the fae King's skin. As much as Sebastian strove to appear nothing short of...normal, as much as he tended to deny those vampiric tendencies around his lover's family....how incapable he was of stifling himself entirely. Behind closed doors, his husband seemed nothing if not eager to embrace every facet of who he was and Sebastian was equally as willing to indulge in every chance he was given.
Softly, Sebastian demanded his lover to move before he climbed onto the bed, settling between Dorian's legs. His lips pressed in fluttering kisses against his husband's heated skin, the gesture, while affectionate, so assisted in finding that very vein he sought for, the vampire wholly aware of the pulsation of Dorian's blood just beneath that thin layer of skin. Delicately, his tongue brushed over that very spot he'd finally settled upon. His mouth parted, those sharpened canines pressing firmly against his lover's skin, even if he failed to truly bite down. His gaze slowly turned upwards towards the fae King, altogether aware of Dorian near squirming beneath him in anticipation. God, how he enjoyed teasing the Monarch in such a manner, to coax such wants within his husband! His hand reached up, the vampire near ignoring that inquisitive glimpse as his fingers delicately wrapped around the base of the Italian, so intending to please his husband in the way a King should be. No sooner had his fingers embraced the length of his lover than his teeth finally pierced the fae's skin - that utterly amazing blood filled his mouth, Sebastian's venom, in turn, so saturating Dorian's bloodstream.
That loud moan upon his lover's lips prompted a soft simper to flutter across his features as Sebastian pulled away from his husband's thigh rather than indulging in that blood he was offered. His teeth were quick to find that very same vein as it ran along the inside of Dorian's leg, that spot just slightly lower than his first bite. That second bite only served to prompt yet another audible groan, the fae's hips shifting in silent encouragement for those touches that had, admittedly, been feather-light up to this point. That beseeching upon his Husband's lips was all that was necessary to increase that very friction he provided the King, Sebastian nothing if not determined to bring the fae undone a second time, quite in the same manner that Dorian had so thoroughly worn him out in turn. His fingers were quick to match his lover's pace, caressing the length of the Monarch from base to tip and back again in a smooth, firm motion. Sebastian hardly lingered, however, the vampire shifting ever so slightly to lean over his husband's other thigh only to bite again his husband over and over again, filling the King's bloodstream with that intoxicating swell of sensations. How he enjoyed listening to the groans that so readily left his lover's hips, the vampire more than keen to test his husband's limits as his sharpened canines met Dorian's flesh a sixth time. He watched as his lover's head fell back against the plush comforter. How close Dorian seemed now, that seventh bite sure to be the final one.
His teeth punctured skin one final time, his saliva delivering that final dose of venom as Dorian's blood again filled his mouth. Sebastian could feel his husband shift beneath him, the fae's back arching as the Monarch came undone within his palm. Although Sebastian heard those near breathless words that left the fae King's lips, his own interest was far more focused upon the blood he'd thus far denied himself, his hand dropping from the length of his lover as he, instead, focused the entirety of his attention upon those wounds he'd left behind. How easily Dorian's blood flowed for him, his venom coaxing it to thin just enough for Sebastian to indulge in mouthfuls of the substance with the gentlest of sucking. That flavor was...glorious, untainted and full in its depth of flavor, that metallic hint little more than a faint note as Sebastian swallowed each ounce he stole for himself. It was only in his satisfaction that Sebastian's tongue caressed those holes, encouraging the fae's blood to clot and close those very wounds he had made. How his marks so littered Dorian's thighs and yet...the Monarch never once seemed to mind their presence.
Slowly, Sebastian shifted away from those marks, the very action immediately prompting Dorian to move as the fae leaned down to press his lips against Sebastian's own. That kiss was nothing short of sweet, albeit passionate. Those words his lover muttered in the wake of that very gesture, however, brought a warm simper to his features as Sebastian reached up, allowing his fingers to delicately trace his husband's cheek. "I love you too, Dorian." He leaned forward, his lips lightly pressing against his husband's own in a far more fleeting kiss. Slowly, Sebastian pulled away, that smile once again fluttering across his features before the vampire flopped back onto the before with a soft breath of contentment. Dorian seemed wholly content to follow in his wake, the fae's head settling against his chest, Sebastian's arm in turn wrapped around his lover. It was that suggestion of another 'idea' that drew the vampire's gaze downwards with a hint of inquisitiveness. After all, such a term tended to be reserved for their more sexual endeavors - surely Dorian was not yet ready again for another round? That tired grin upon the fae's features near assuring him of his King's...satisfaction.
Admittedly, Sebastian hardly anticipated the depths at which his lover was willing to go in order to distract his family for another evening such as this. It was...nice...all the same, to know he was not the only one missing the usual active sex life the couple maintained. The very idea of doing this again, after all, wholly appealed to him - all of what their evening had consisted of. That mischievousness from the fae was near infective, Sebastian incapable of helping that almost impish grin upon his own features. "I think that's a splendid idea...I'm sure I can...keep you busy." He offered, his brow quirking upwards at the very innuendo. God, how he couldn't wait for their lives to go back to normal...the promise of tomorrow, at least, helped to temporarily subdue that veritable longing.