The Sun Also Rises

How strange it truly was to so consider that once, in all those years that had passed before he had so arrived within this city, that Dorian had almost loathed this very part of every coupling he had ever performed. How he had disliked the girls attempts to hold him closer or kiss his neck or fall asleep against him. How much he had found disdain in that frivolous cuddling or those whispered words and too that look upon their faces as he so made his intentions to leave all the more clear. It was perhaps an unknown perk of his position. Yet one did not argue with the King in any sense. They were bound by their very loyalty to him and their country to do as he requested of them and it had become a veritable fact that Dorian never so lingered in any bed nor encouraged those feelings that seemed to potent in the afterglow if allowed to be stoked. Yet, how much had changed! The Fae King finding an entirely blissful pleasure of a different sort in so sharing that aftermath with the man within his arms. He had come to relish those tired touches and ragged breaths, he adored that heat and sweat upon their forms and the way they so often remained in some state of entanglement so allowing each and every one of those needs for closeness to be addressed while he traced patterns upon his lovers chest. A habit Dorian had taken up entirely. There was perhaps, some difficulty in the position they had so found themselves ending within tonight and yet Dorian's arms remained entirely around the man's waist, leaning into him in that sweet embrace as Sebastian in turn leaned back. The pair somehow managed to hold each other up in this fashion as Dorian's own lips continued to brush against the vampires pale skin in those still lingering feelings of affection. Even with that touch of the vampires power ebbing away it is so entirely his own emotions that see the Fae so unwilling to release the man.

His ridiculous it surely was, that he had but bedded the man (in the metaphorical sense) not but several minutes ago and yet his desire to remain pressed against him so seemed to eclipse all other emotions or wants- the Monarch so unwilling to lose even a little of that closeness though it was surely an inevitable thing even despite his undeniable satisfaction. It is only when some measure of control has returned to his breathing that Dorian allows himself to speak, inquiring after Sebastian's thoughts upon this 'date' he had been so subject to this evening. It was silly really, yet a part of the Fae King was determined to achieve some assurance that he had so managed to perform this dating business correctly. It held little importance in the scheme of things or even in the reality of them as a couple surely and yet there was still some measure of want within the ancient Fae to have so achieved this modern milestone. That soft chuckle upon Sebastian's lips sees his own soft simper return once more before the vampire so assured him that he did indeed feel thoroughly 'dated' before so informing he it had been one of the best dates he had been on in any length of time. Dorian's grin a truly glorious thing in that moment, simple though such praise surely was it was a matter of import to the Fae- that Sebastian had so enjoyed his evening. After all, it had hardly escaped Dorian's ever observant notice that Sebastian so often strove to meet every one of his own idle fancies or surely tiresome questions. Was it not his own duty in return to so do something just for Sebastian's interest alone?

"Good."

He utters softly before he shifts just so in that moment that follows, allowing that kiss upon his cheek as he continues to rest his head against his companions shoulder. So relishing that scent and feel of him even despite that paint and sweat that had managed to coat each of them in equal measure. Dorians back perhaps the only place that had managed to stay relatively clean if only by way of the positions they had taken up. That soft breath that parts of consorts lips sees a look of inquisitiveness touch his features, one maintained only by his name of his lovers lips, Dorian releasing a delicate murmur of inquiry but a moment later. How curious such a request surely was, Dorian unable to recall any time in which Sebastian had so specifically requested Dorian remain for the evening. The Fae more often than not so simply spending several nights with his lover before returning to Samantha to allow his own body that chance to heal and Sebastian to feed unhindered before returning one night shortly thereafter- no set pattern established in any form. Ah, but how he loathed those evenings alone in which he was required to sleep within the emptiness of his own bed and too- to wake up as entirely as alone as he had begun and without Sebastian beside him on those evenings. That pleasure Samantha so seemed to take in his presence perhaps his only consolation. Yet he cannot quite deny that soft fluttering within his chest at such a request. Even so committed as they were there was most assuredly a part within the Fae King that so relished hearing these wants from his companion even still- though as to what had surely prompted this he hardly knew and saw little need to inquire here and now. Dorian hardly adverse to such a request in any sense. The man having had little desire to leave at all this evening even without such a request.

"I promise you I will stay tonight."

He utters softly not but a moment later, lips pressing again to the side of his companions neck if only to so seal that very promise with a kiss and assuage whatever worry had afflicted his lover in that interim- Dorian so drawing the man closer still. He is content then to allow his breathing to settle all the more in that gentle silence that follows his promise before he at last allows himself to move, easing himself away from Sebastian only to come to his side and allow his fingers to intertwine with the man's own.

"Come, let us see if we might get rid of this paint before the sun rises and then I shall let you take me back to your bed."

He chuckles softly, stepping forward then and towards the office door- momentarily eyeing that....mess they had made with an almost sheepish look before the Fae King so peers briefly into the hallway, searching for any sign either of Sebastian's servants lingered about before stepping into that space. It was, fortunately, quite a short walk from the office to the bedroom- neither of Sebastian's house staff so catching any glimpse of the entirely naked men before Dorian leads the vampire into the bedroom. Shutting that door softly behind them once more. It is here, truly, that Dorian so makes a distinct effort not to touch anything within the man's bedroom and so accidentally leave any paint upon it, the Fae King leading the way once more into the bathroom and onto those far more washable tiles. Dorian catching sight of himself in the mirror for perhaps the first time. Amusement tracing softly at his features.

"This is....quite a bit more paint then I anticipated."

It had, after all, never been quite his intention to spread that substance about as entirely as much as they had, especially upon themselves- Dorian paused now to wait for Sebastian to so fiddle with those taps that, somehow, encouraged the water to flow. How to actually work the bath still beyond Dorian's own comprehension and yet it hardly took long for that tub to fill. Ah, but what memories might tease at him now of just this very place! He steps readily into that blissfully heated water, easing himself to sit with a sigh of contentment before so turning his silvered gaze back to his lover, one hand so extended upward to take Sebastian's own once more and bring him too into that exquisite warmth.

"Cette eau est exquise. Vous devriez vous asseoir mon amour- si vous le pouvez." (This water is exquisite. You should sit down my love- if you can.)

One eye lifts just so at those teasing, devilish, words uttered so softly within those decidedly French lyrics, a soft chuckle parting his lips as he makes room for the man beside him. Dorian wholly aware that Sebastian would be given to feel the effects of their less then gentle embrace come tomorrow evening. Dorian leaned gently against the vampire now, yielding still to those desires to be close to him in the wake of that most recent copulation. He takes Sebastian's arm once more, drawing it softly into his own lap, allowing the water to run over it before the Fae so allows his fingers to caress gently at that skin and work the paint from it, staining the water all about them as he does. How fortunate it is, truly, that paint comes out so willingly from skin. Though it is hardly skin Dorian finds himself so considering now, his gaze glancing upward at Sebastian's so distinctly blue-green hair.

"Bastien."

He waits only so long as it takes the man's gaze to fall upon him, the Monarch so allowing his lips to press against Sebastian's own once more.

"How opposed are you to a new hair colour?"

Dorian Aragona