The Sun Also Rises

There was something so entirely perfect in those softly uttered words and that all-too gentle embrace. Those three simply words Dorian had so longed to say and have offered to him in turn seeming to afford the very world itself a decided rightness in a way it had been missing for the man far too long. It is only his sudden awareness of quite a number of other people that sees him reluctantly shift within his lovers arms to afford the man something of a sheepish look at just how carried away he had become in that all too precious of moments. The simple delight that stirred within him however, assured the Fae King could hardly find himself concerned for too desperately long, moving to take Sebastian's hand once more within the warmth of his own. Those final promised lyrics from his Consorts lips see his own gaze return to the man, that simper of pleasure tracing his features once more for Sebastian alone.

"I shall hold you to it."

The softest of chuckles resounds within his chest before he moves to lead Sebastian back towards the black town car. Charles forever seeming to be with in entirely the right place at the right time and yet how the man managed it Dorian is assured he may never know. The Monarch so easily slides himself within the car now, settling comfortably within his seat and beside his companion before addressing the manservant- the inquisitiveness upon Sebastian's own features hardly missed and yet Dorian makes no move to offer any response to those curiosities just yet. It is, instead, his own curiosity he seeks to lessen this evening, the slate-hue of his gaze lingering upon the vampire now as he inquired as to which of the colours was the vampires most favoured. The rest of their plans for this evening so reliant upon, in a fashion, the mans choices in this. That such a question had so seemingly caught his lover off guard brings the softest of simpers to the Monarchs lips once. No other perhaps, having so taken enough interest in Sebastian himself, beneath that more bestial side, to so inquire as to these simple, delicate nuances of the man's being. Yet it is surely these most trivial of things that a boyfriend should know- of that Dorian is assured. Colours and pleasures and favoured things so seemingly simple and yet such knowledge was surely intimate all at once- for how few were ever given to know them. Sebastian's assurance but a moment later that he favoured both blues and greens results in a simple nod of Dorian's own head as he regards the vampire once more. These choices thoroughly pleasing in both his plans for this evening and indeed in simple knowledge. It is that question turned back upon himself but a moment later however that sees his own surprise dance upon his features- Sebastian's point in this entirely unfaultable. Dorian however, requires no true consideration of such a question.

"It is gold. I think gold is the most splendid colour, especially in darker shades."

It was, after all, a colour he had grown up surrounded by and a shade that paired so flawlessly with white and black when required- much like within his own bedroom. It was an opulent colour, Dorian having favoured it for several centuries now, his palaces so decorated within it in turn. Yellow however, was a colour he disliked significantly, the Fae King entirely assured it was no more than golds poor cousin that went with decidedly little. His thoughts are so readily occupied by this notion of colour, the man considering his own options for this evening only further before the car returned to Sebastian's own lavish home, Dorian paused outside the car merely to thank Charles for his efforts tonight. After all, there was still much of this modern world Dorian himself did not understand and as such any hope of organising such things without assistance were far beyond his capabilities. Both Sebastian's servants having desired to assist of their own volition well before Dorian had even asked it of them. It was a rare thing and yet pleasing all the same, to find servants whom were so content in their master as these appeared to be. He affords a nod of greeting in turn to the woman whom had opened the front door for them, Dorian following Sebastian inside before pausing at the foot of the staircase to take his lovers hand once more- content to lead Sebastian now to just where he desires to take him- Dorian making an all-too sudden turn atop the stairs to head rather abruptly to Sebastian's office. The Monarch releasing his companions hand as the door shuts behind them, Dorian once more eyeing that office space.

It is hardly the desk or papers that had so drawn the Fae King to such a room, indeed Sebastian's personal affairs are hardly his concern, it is, more so, the art that adorns the walls of this room that has so prompted their arrival here and too that large, open, uninterrupted floor space. Dorian moves with ease then to so shrug out of his own jacket, draping it across a spare chair before unbuttoning the cuffs of that white shirt he wore to roll up the sleeves well passed his elbows in an entirely unique look for the man- his shoes kicked off but a moment later- still failing to afford any true explanation to his lover in this before he so turned to the man.

"It is so that I have a different game in mind for this evening, I think you shall like it, though I am assured you have most likely not played it before. You let me share with you tonight this music that is special to you and I think perhaps it is only fair that I might share that which I love in turn. I have found though, that art is a most difficult thing to appreciate when it is not properly engaged within."

That impish grin so lingers upon his features once more. Art, after all, was far more enjoyed when one participated in it, Dorian assured he might coax just this from Sebastian himself as the Fae so moved to step behind his lover now, fingers extended upward to slowly ease Sebastian's jacket from his shoulders- laying it atop his own. It is all-too easy then to so step before the man once more, lips brushing softly against Sebastian's own as his fingers worked to loosen that tie- tossing it upon the jacket before he moved to so nimbly undo the buttons of that shirt. Ah, but how he so enjoyed those smooth, hard plains of his lovers chest! Dorian so allowing his fingers to brush across that cool skin for a moment before allowing his hands to run upward along the vampire's shoulders and so remove his shirt entirely.

"Ah, but you are eternally pleasing to look at, Mon Cher. It is so you must trust me now though- I shall need you to lay on the floor. I am entirely serious. I assure you though, you shall like it."

There was something so entirely pleasing about catching Sebastian off guard in any respect, the Fae King so waiting but a moment for the man to comply, encouraging him to lean up upon his elbows a little before stepping away and towards that small side table Charles had so prepared for him earlier. Dorian taking several of the paintbrushes in one hand, that small tray of paint in the other before returning to kneel down beside Sebastian- the Fae shifting abruptly to straddle him now and keep him upon the floor. Nodding towards the mans desk.

"That world map behind your desk- that is the first map I have seen since coming here that I recognise, it is from my own time, and it afforded to me an idea of how I might so properly engage you in art. No moving now."

That soft chortle hums within his throat once more, leaning forward a final time to brush his lips again against Sebastian's own, allowing his teeth to brush across the vampires lower lip in a fashion he had so come to observe seemed to elicit a response from the man each time before the paintbrush in his hand so runs through the dark blue upon his paint pallet, the Fae so expertly combining it with the faintest of purple and lighter hues to so craft a near gentian flower blue he was assured would look pleasing upon the man. It is with so many centuries of practice that Dorian so effortless strokes that brush across Sebastian's collarbone, following the line of it was delicate ease- leaving a trail of blue in it's wake and too so teasing that skin beneath with each sensual stroke and line of the brush. His gaze glancing upward ever so briefly at that map for reference once more.

"I shared with you some of my titles once, I think perhaps I should share the others as we go, don't you? This is the Mediterranean Sea, or it will be, it surrounds all of my lands this is why my family are known as the Lords of The Mediterranean Sea. It is very vast."

That brush moves abruptly down now, skating along Sebastian's side before sliding across the flat of his stomach and teasing its way upward once more, Dorian paused but a moment then- allowing his fingers to press into that newest line of paint to smear it delicately along the mans side all the more and lighten that paint, reaching over to brush his fingers through a touch of purple before so caressing the man's skin with it again and affording that ocean an entirely realistic hue- picking up his brush once more.

"I feel art is a very engaging hobby."

Dorian Aragona