you were the answer to my dreams

The warmth that enveloped the vampire was hardly unwanted, as they rounded that corner of the dimly lit tunnel. That sound of water rushing through the cavern ahead was entirely inquisitive and yet, Sebastian scarcely saw a reason to question his lover on exactly what sort of place the King was taking him to. After all, Dorian had never once led him into anything that was unpleasant, quite on the contrary, despite the months that had passed, every moment he had spent with his lover was looked back with noteable fondness - beyond, perhaps, that dinner in which he had attempted to play nice with the King's roommate. He had anticipated some sort of water feature, naturally, but the hot spring that laid out before him with such enticing colors and veritable steam rolling off it's surface looked to be quite a welcome reprieve to the end of what had surely been a stressful evening, despite how decidedly well he was certain the night had gone. He was entirely willing, in those moments, to admit that the pool was vastly better than even those delectable pastries filled with their chocolate cores and flakey sugar glazed crust and yet, it was the soft touch of Dorian's fingers upon his own chest that drew his attention away from that intoxicating pool that so effortlessly called to him.

A warm simper brushed across his own features at that chuckle he'd coaxed from his lover's lips and yet, his fingers were entirely focused upon his task, undoing button after button with decided deftness, all the while entirely enjoying the sight of his lover's skin and finely toned chest. Despite the number of times Dorian had spent the night within his bed, the vampire still found himself able to appreciate the King's figure, he still relished the feel of his flesh. Those thoughts, however, were fleeting in the wake of his lover's voice. His bright blue eyes turned upwards towards the King, a glimpse of curiousness momentarily crossed his features. "What have you discovered?" He inquired, in the same fashion he always did, despite the unspoken understanding, surely, that such a question hardly needed to be asked. Sebastian allowed the King to slide that shirt from his own figure, that immediate brush of warmth was enough to bring a shudder down his spine as Dorian stepped away from him and, in turn, his gaze turned back towards that hot spring in want, albeit, temporarily.

It was the soft touch of Dorian's arms around his frame that saw his gaze leave that blue-green surface, his head turned ever so slightly as his lover's head rested against his shoulder. His eyebrows rose ever so slightly at the mention of their first meeting all those months ago and the simple fact that it was his jeans that had so mystified the King. He remained wholly silent as Dorian mentioned not only his appreciation for well tailored clothing and his decision to, more often than not, simply forgo those undergarments altogether and yet, he could hardly deny he was entirely curious as to that reason his lover had apparently stumbled upon. He had hardly anticipated the way Dorian's hand suddenly flattened as it traced it's way around the hem of his pants, much less the way it cupped his own butt, squeezing enough to produce a grin upon the vampire's features, followed immediately by a soft chuckle. He was all too aware of Dorian's breath against his skin as he spoke against his neck and yet, Sebastian did little more than simply shake his head ever so slightly. "Perhaps if you stopped looking, I would stop wearing them so tightly." He commented simply in a teasing tone. He was aware, perhaps, of his lover's appreciation for his own form and truly, he supposed that some nights he did flaunt it more than necessary. Still, he allowed Dorian to slip those jeans from his figure, the vampire stepping out of them entirely but moments after to follow the man into that naturally hot liquid.

His own cold body shuddered at the drastic change in temperature and yet, a soft sound of contentment left his lips as he finally settled against the stone side of that carefully carved bath. His eyes fluttered closed in that moment, the vampire wholly content to simply sink into that water and let it embrace the entirety of his form. God, how he could get very used to this indeed. It was but the sound of the King's voice that caused his gaze to open once again, his eyes fluttered towards that bottle held within Dorian's hand and yet, a small shrug crossed his shoulders. Without any sort of label on it, Sebastian could scarcely tell the contents from....well, content's alone. Instead, he simply watched as Dorian tipped that bottle and poured the liquid upon his hand, though, unlike his companion, Sebastian was far more astutely aware as to what that liquid produced, much less what it was. A soft chuckle left his lips as those bubbles began to form at the center of the pool, rapidly taking over the surface. "I know what that is." He commented softly, and yet he scarcely had a moment to voice what that onslaught of bubbles was before Dorian turned himself.

The vampire hardly anticipated the fae's reaction in the slightest, that sudden flailing of limbs was enough to cause his own eyes to widen ever so slightly in a brief glimpse of confusion. It took him a moment, really, to piece together that it was the bubbles Dorian was attempting to flee from, the realization itself was enough to produce a warm laughter on his lips, that glee clearly dancing within his eyes and on his features. He leaned forward, reaching out his hands to gather a bubble mass of his own. The Englishman shifted, approaching the King and his rather poor efforts to keep them away only to raise his fingers and place those bubbles with little regard upon the King's head, a clear glimpse of amusement crossing his features at that simple action. "They are bubbles Dorian. It's brilliant, isn't it?" He commented, turning away from his companion only to gather more bubbles with the clear intent of decorating the fae King's form like a veritable Christmas tree, only, with bubbles rather then those lovely silver baubles and tinsel. He had already collected quite the mass before his attention turned back towards his lover with a clearly mischievous glimpse upon his features, after all, there was no getting rid of them now, it was best, he was assured, to merely force the King to quite literally embrace them as he piled a mound on Dorian's right shoulder with particular care.

Sebastian Ellington