Dorian had remained almost oblivious in those moments to the stillness that had so overcome his lover. The Fae having observed once before that his companion so often seemed to be given to become entirely still whenever it was the man found something, shocking, surprising or worrying. As if he was given to forget to breathe in those moments and yet it was his own distraction with so seeking to find where such a mysterious red thread ended that so saw the Fae King's attention deviate from Sebastian as it so rarely did. It is, perhaps, the very assurance that this thread hardly seemed to go anywhere that so seemed to concern the man. Had it trailed away from him and off into the darkness of the night as he has so expected Dorian is assured he would have simply....left it with little desire to truly discover what or whom might linger at the end of it. Such a search could take him years and yet there was no true part of him that held any desire to so partake such a journey when the very being he desired was already beside him. He had, he realised, within that very moment been entirely willing to forgo even fates designs upon him had that tantalizing thread done anything other than merely continue to tangle about him and the bed itself. That thread that hung so neatly from his own finger, he was assured, lead to nothing at all- Dorian half prepared to so inform Sebastian that his thread was surely broken else so hopelessly tangled he should never hope to find the end of it before finally, finally he feels it tug against something.

Why he had so utterly believed that this would not be the outcome he would find he hardly knew. Dorian so irrevocably assured that he could not so possibly hope to find Sebastian upon the end of his thread. After all, such things simply....seemed far too out of his reach. That their initial meeting until this point may have been so entirely the destiny laid before them seemed an impossibility the Fae King had barely dared to allow himself to consider if only because he was assured it would not be so and that such idle thoughts would only harm him in the end. That his soulmate might so be allowed to be another man, too, was a thought he had so entirely never considered. He remains oblivious still- to how his own profound silence at this discovery had so afflicted his lover with a veritable plethora of worries once more before that silver taint of his gaze lifts upward and his features blossom into the most exquisite of grins at the simple knowledge of this.

That Sebastian had perhaps not anticipated the manner in which Dorian near tackled the man to the bed in a moment of decidedly unroyal emotion was hardly of concern to the King in those precious few seconds in which his arms so wrapped about his lovers neck and he draw Sebastian to him entirely. The manner in which the vampires own arms embraced him and too- the man so nuzzled against the side of his neck only further seemed to brighten that simper upon his lips as his own soft sigh was so exhaled. Each and every concern so released with it in that moment in which he so relished to be in the embrace of his very soulmate with that red thread so tangled between and about them. It is within those softly uttered words, perhaps, that Dorian so finds the greatest release that the very thing he had perhaps been searching for in over five hundred years of his dull, meaningless and never-ending existence had so finally found him. Ah, but only if he had known whom he had truly me that night in front of the fire! Sebastian's uttered words so see Dorian lean forward once more and into that soft caress upon his cheek, pressing his lips to the man's own, his gesture so swiftly returned in that singular shared moment of blissful affection. It is Dorian who so softly draws himself away at last, leaning back if only to so meet his companions gaze once more- an entirely different question upon his lips now. Dorian searching for a word of sorts, a way in which to label this relationship as they once would have done and yet the obscurities of modern society rendered him almost unable. After all, within his day there existed courting and marriage with little to nothing in between. Marriage too, was often arranged, removing any need for courting at all and as such this commitment they have settled upon is new, in some sense, to the ancient King.

It is with due diligence that Dorian so allows his companion to at least attempt to find the word he is searching for. Boyfriend was a decidedly...odd word and yet it is one that has become more familiar to the Fae since his arrival within this city, his head nodded softly at this understand that it was a term that existed as courting might once have in that period before engagement- a thing Dorian is assured is wholly not possible for two men regardless.

"This does not bother me, if boyfriend is the word then this is what we shall be. I think though too, you are afforded another title in this Mon Cher, that of Consort. It is the royal word for Boyfriend and if you are not opposed I shall call you by both."

He had never before taken a Consort in any sense of the word, indeed the title was very near forgotten to him if only because he had never believed he would have any need to bestow it upon another. Dorian assured that, aged though the word was, its meaning still remained in a way he so understood. He shifts once more then, leaning further into that arm that remained still around him, unwilling to be so parted from that contact with his lover yet as he moves to lay himself gently upon his companion's chest now. One finger so ideally traces a pattern upon those smooth plains of the mans chest before the King speaks once more, lips reaching up to press against Sebastian's jaw, allowing his teeth to afford the man something almost akin to a nip as he teases momentarily at the skin there.

"Do you know Bastien, I have another idea but-"

His lips press lower now upon the mans throat, no more than fleeting, playful kisses all the same, each tainted with a simple affection as he simply enjoys the taste of his lovers heated skin.

"-it would so involve having to get out of bed, though only for just a little and we do not have to go very far. Would you stil like to hear of it?"

He pauses now within this touch of sweet kisses, one hand lifted to toy so absentmindedly with the coloured gemstone about his neck, the single and only piece of clothing he still retained in this moment. Those silver eyes entirely mischievous once more.

Dorian Aragona