The Sun Also Rises

Why the vampire so sought to thank him for his agreement to stay Dorian hardly knew and yet, was not any being so allowed those fleeting moments of worry or insecurity? Dorian hardly remiss to hear of those wants all the same for truly there was something so wholly comforting in hearing Sebastian so request his presence beside him. To want him to stay. It was meaningful to him in some fashion and he cared not to question why. Those delicate notes of thanks are simply accepted with the softest of ease, Dorian allowing his lips to grace the man's neck in a final stolen kiss to so assure those fears were assuaged before he moved to lead the pair from the office and into that ever-luxuriant bedroom he had become so wholly fond off to the point he near dreaded his own if only for the emptiness it so often presented him. The Fae King, so unlike his lover, was hardly so bold as to risk meeting either of the man's servants while in such a state of undress. Such exposure was reserved entirely for the bedroom- or whatever other room had so been chosen for those intimate activities and indeed the sight of a bare King was one Dorian had so been assured from an early age was an entirely scandalous activity. How those courts would have talked had even a glimpse of a less-then clothed King been captured by a young lady within the palace! Old habits, it seem, remain entirely intact within the man. The Monarch content to enter the hallway only when he is assured the way is perfectly clear. Sebastian alone so permitted to see him in anything less than a clothed state. That bedroom door shut behind them but a moment later.

It is easy then, to so find his way into the bathroom, pausing to allow Sebastian to work with those taps and fittings Dorian himself has not yet fully comprehended- the Fae having so called into question a number of Samantha's teachings upon plumbing, the man assured they could not all be correct and yet he sees no need to query it now as he takes but a moment to appreciate his thoroughly painted form. The vampire's assurance that he himself had surely fared worse momentarily sees that slate-hued gaze return to his consort, eyes roving over the man's body to so identify each smear of paint or printed hand upon that pale flesh. Dorian entirely incapable of preventing that soft simper, his features softening at the simple sight of that man he so adored and indeed the very knowledge of just how that paint had so come to decorate his form. Yet another evening Dorian was assured he would not forget, a gentle chortle of amusement sounding within his throat before his own lyrics found the air.

"Vous avez l'air tout à fait splendide me." (You look quite splendid to me.)

Blues and greens truly did suit the man. Dorian turning but a moment later to make his way towards that white tub, stepping carefully into that heated water before so allowing himself to recline within it, lifting one hand to take Sebastian's own and so settle the vampire beside him- teasing at the man as he did. That warm smile so finding Sebastian's features in response to those truly rare moments in which Dorian so broke from protocol and that which was proper to offer even some glimpse of that impish nature beneath. One so rarely seen by most. There was a blissful perfection to that heat, his entirely spent frame so relishing within it, Dorian allowing his gaze to flutter closed for but a moment before that simple assurance of the very purpose of that bath so seemed to stir within his mind once more. Gently, the Fae King reaches for his lovers arm, pulling it softly into his lap as he leans gently back against the man so adoring that heat the water seemed to offer his otherwise cool frame and yet too- even in the aftermath of all they had done this evening there was something wholly pleasant in merely resting within Sebastian's presence alone. His fingers work with diligent care, that paint beginning to wash clean from the man's skin with ease and yet- it takes but a momentary glance upward to so assure the Fae that his lovers hair, and surely his own, had not feared nearly so well. That oil-based paint so having stained into the hair itself.

He shifts softly, allowing his lips to brush the man's own if perhaps to...soften that metaphorical blow in some sense before so broaching this topic of hair- that surprise upon his lovers features so quickly turning into a look of genuine concern. Sebastian within those moments displaying a vanity of sorts Dorian had hardly believed the man to be afflicted by and yet- how foolish of him not to have so noticed! Sebastian, after all, was rarely anything other than immaculately presented in every occasion, the possibility his dirty blonde locks might so be regaled to something of a turquoise hue evidently distressing to the man and yet some pat of Dorian finds something almost amusing in his lovers concern. How endearing it was to so be afforded a glimpse of even these subtleties of his companion's temperament. It was however, most assuredly by his own fault that Sebastian was perhaps so forced to ponder this predicament, Dorian frowning softly a moment in consideration.

"It has, I fear, somewhat stained the hair but we might try this-"

He pauses then, allowing his hands to cup at the water, pouring a little atop Sebastian's head with the gesture before reaching up to attempt to work that paint from his lovers hair with fingers and water alone- little more than the faintest tinge of colour so pulling free as Dorian merely pauses once more. The man unwilling, to some extent, to so deliver this unfortunate news to his consort.

"It is coming out, it is merely not doing so in a timely manner- I may have another idea."

It was perhaps, the gentlest of ways in which to so inform the vampire that the paint was barely budging from those thick locks. Dorian shifting away from Sebastian but momentarily, finding his way to his feet before so stepping out of that tub and finding a towel in which to wrap himself. Dorian wholly careful to so wipe his feet and assure no further mess before stepping out of the bathroom. It is little more than a few minutes later that the Fae King returns, his features somewhat perplexed in his own discovery as he drops his towel once more to step back into that water- this time with a bottle of sorts within his hands- displaying that olive oil readily to Sebastian now.

"Elizabeth assures me that this will see the paint come out. Come here."

There was perhaps a note of dubiousness to Dorian's own voice in that moment and yet the Fae remains determined to try all the same, that simper falling onto his lips a moment later. After all, the Monarch himself was indeed truly fond of Sebastian's light-coloured locks, the man loath to see them in any other shade much less any distress upon his companion. It takes barely a moment to undo that lid, Dorian gingerly pouring a measure of that golden oil onto his hands before gesturing for Sebastian to turn around, the Fae so positioning himself behind his lover once more before streaking the vampire's wet hair with that oil. His fingers run with ease then through those damp locks now, so massaging that oil entirely into Sebastian's hair, allowing his fingers to press and circle in a surely pleasurable sensation. He allows his hands to thoroughly explore Sebastian's hair before his fingers massage their way downward just so, caressing the skin of the vampires neck and down to his shoulders, each motion of his hands so encouraging the man to simply- relax against him and loosen his muscles. Dorian entirely content to make up for that fashion in which he had so accidently dyed the man's hair. His hands so continuing in their firm caresses and ardent exploration of that heated skin. His soft lyrics wholly teasing as he pressed his lips in an entirely genteel fashion to the top of Sebastian's ear.

"Your hair has been entirely saved- the paint is already almost out, you need only rinse it now I think, Mon Cher. Might I be forgiven for this travesty now?"

Dorian Aragona