The Sun Also Rises

It was almost endearing, in a fashion, that utter naivety with which Sebastian so seemed to view their impending trip to Naples, the vampire so having failed to consider the implications of Dorian's return to his throne and indeed the veritable excitement that might surround Sebastian himself and his appearance at Dorian's own side as Consort no less. How the Court would talk! More than that, how the country might talk. The return of its long-absent King one matter, the presence of the King's lover another thing entirely. Especially when that lover so proved to be another man. Dorian fully having prepared himself for the inevitable fallout of just that decision. Yet too, it would seem, the vampires own experience within those English courts had been vastly different to his own, at least to an extent, Sebastian's position so seemingly having failed to afford him the near constant presence of guards whom followed like living shadows to so protect him from threats both real and imagined or indeed merely served to dispel any hope of privacy in any sense. How his Consort would so handle such measures however remained to be seen, Dorian assured it would be something of a shock to the man all the same, the Fae King finding himself hoping, truly, that Sebastian might prove tolerable in the least of those demands they might find placed upon the both of them upon their return to his Italian Palace. For now however, Dorian was determined to cast such worries aside, the Fae King so refusing to allow them to bother him here and now, they were better left, surely, for a time closer to their arrival within his home country. How pleasing it would be to show Sebastian his home, to enjoy a night, even, between the sheets of his own royal bed with the man he so adored and yet too how the notion of his return to his home so seemed to fill him with a sense of dread all at once. After all, how did he so explain to a country that he had little intention of staying? His palace no longer representing home for him in any sense, his features softening just so as his silver gaze lingered upon Sebastian all the same. The very man seated across from him so long ago having come to fill that definition. Ah, how much he had to do! Yet not now, it was far better to dismiss such thoughts, a simper finding his own features at his lovers words once more, head nodding in agreement.

"We shall find a way, I am assured."

It is with no small sense of pleasure that Dorian so allows his thoughts to fixate upon the prospect of the New Years celebration to be had, his thoughts so lingering upon those more time-honoured traditions of his own homeland, one not near so practised as it had surely once been and yet one that he was assured his companion might so thoroughly enjoy. Sebastian, after all, had proven an entirely willing player in any and all games Dorian might so feel inclined to share, this one sure to be wholly satisfying to them both. The idea of his lover donning undergarments for the occasion readily seeing a look of amusement find his features, the Fae King offering little explanation if only to allow Sebastian to wonder off it, that soft chuckle humming within his own throat at the vampire's curiosity- head nodded in agreement to that pleasure his lover so expected to find. The husky tone of his companion's voice served to ensnare his attention in its entirety if only for what that tone so often represented. How foolish it was, that even after all this time, that mere husky lilt to his lover's voice might excite him! Ah, but what a delightfully glorious thing this love business was.

"Be sure to wear your red underwear come New Years eve then."

It is that very appearance of dessert that so seems to draw the attention of both towards their food once more, Sebastian seeming to readily reject his own in the wake of spying the chocolate lava cake Dorian had chosen for himself, the vampire wasting truly little time in reaching forward to take a piece of that cake- that cholate sauce spilling readily onto the plate in the wake of that purposeful destruction. It is a ready exclamation of surprise that so finds its way past Dorian's lips in the wake of that chocolate 'lava' spilling outward, a grin of delight spreading across his features as Sebastian nodded in agreement. The way his lovers blue gaze lingered however was hardly missed by that ever-observant fae, a wholly impish grin tracing his lips as that cake was expertly tugged from his lovers reach- if only to allow him a moment to tease at him. Dorian entirely content, it would seem, to ransom his cake in a fashion. One eye lifted upward in evident expectation of what his consort might offer him in return for that remaining half. Sebastian's soft whine of want very near seeing Dorian so give in without holding out for his own playful gamble, that adorable pout seeing his resolve weaken all the more before the vampire proceed to offer either his playing or a trip to a place Dorian had not yet been. It takes several moments of consideration, Dorian's head tilted slightly as he contemplated those offers with a due care. A simper of sorts at last finding his lips, soft lyrics uttered easily.

"Do you know, Bastien, that when you make that face when it is you so want something you are utterly gorgeous and entirely undeniable to me?"

A soft chuckle finds its way to hum within his throat once more, Dorian pushing that chocolate cake readily towards his companion now, offering Sebastian the near three quarters of it that remained, Dorian wholly content with the two bites he had taken. Eating, after all, was still something of a novelty for the Fae. The man more then willing to allow his lover to enjoy that which he so seemed to crave.

"I should like to hear you play though."

They were, after all, already heading to England- Dorian assured a trip to an entire country he did not know more than enough to so fulfil the man's promise to take him to those places he had never seen. The Fae King waiting for Sebastian to finish that sweet cake before uttering his name once more, the man leaning slightly forward to capture his consort's lips affectionately with his own. Dorian allowing the tip of his tongue to brush so purposefully across Sebastian's lips if only to steal that taste of chocolate from them before leaning away in satisfaction.

"Are you ready to go home, Mon Cher? I think Samantha might survive one more night without me."

Dorian Aragona