During his youth, a cohabitation such as this surely would have been entirely scandalous. They would have been the talk of those social circles, their status surely not enough to save even them from the social suicide he now suggested they embark upon. However, for the better part of the past few decades, this had become a norm part of the dating process, venturing so far as to become an end goal for many modern couples. That step, however, was wholly for Sebastian's own reassurance, the man wholly desiring to become accustomed to having another soul constantly within his life before he committed himself fully to the fae King as husband. Such an admittance, however, hardly needed to be voiced, and rather the Englishman merely watched with bated breath as Dorian so considered that offer he'd presented him with. After all, it was entirely plausible the man might enjoy that hint of privacy this flat offered, much less the escape it provided or, even more likely still, maybe the fae preferred to do things by those age old traditions. A soft breath of relief left his lips as he was finally provided those words of acceptance, that smile fluttered immediately across his own lips.

Dorian's fit figure collided with his own form in those moments after, the man's arms encircling his neck in a blatant display of adoration, only further assuaging Sebastian's own anxieties. That press of Dorian's lips against his own was met all too readily with that fervor of his own. His tongue brushed gingerly against his lover's bottom lips, so encouraging his lover to open his mouth just enough for his tongue to brush tenderly across the Monarch's own. That soft sound that reverberated within the back of his lover's throat only served to stir those more carnal desires within him. Oh those sounds he knew he could coax from his lover's lips! Those moans and groans he so enjoyed hearing, much less the sound of his own name upon the King's lips when the man was wholly out of breath and on the precipice of those feelings of ecstasy. God how he enjoyed that moment, how Dorian so made him feel in that moment! There was little doubt that his thoughts so lingered upon those couplings, producing the smallest beginning of some sort of physical reaction within him.

Nevertheless, Sebastian found himself pulling away ever so slightly, his head falling back upon those pillows as his bright blue eyes turned towards their surroundings in a contemplative fashion of what tomorrow would surely hold. He was all too aware of the way Dorian so leaned against his chest and yet, Sebastian found comfort in that closeness. His bright blue gaze turned back towards the King as his lover so voiced his own consideration upon that bedroom that had once belonged to William, that bedroom he was so willing to craft into something for Dorian alone. He knew well of his lover's passion for that art he was so capable of producing, the man's assurance that, while he loved the notion of such a room dedicated to himself, it was perhaps more reasonable to turn it into an office for the continuation of his country's smooth operation. The corner of the vampire's lips pulled downwards in consideration, the man so unwillingly to find himself unable to provide all the Monarch so desired. "It is possible...for us to manage both....I think. It is a sizeable room..." He voiced with some hesitation. After all, the bedrooms within that mansion were far larger in size to even his own office. It would require some custom work, to be sure, though really there was little Sebastian was unwilling to do for the King.

It was that peculiar sound of uncertainty that filled Dorian's voice that drew his thoughts from considering the design of that very room, his gaze refocusing upon the King as the man so spoke of what they should do with that apartment. His eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly at the idea that the apartment, for all intents and purposes, was quite near ownerless at the moment, so resting in limbo between deaths and disappearances. Those terms of the were world perhaps lost upon Sebastian as much as they were his lover. Though he was hardly ignorant to their world, the man had paid particularly little attention to the affairs of their pack besides Nadya's own ranting of her brother and those wars over turf. Instead, Sebastian offered but a small nod, "She might at least know what to do with it." He stated simply enough, that attempt to return the flat to it's owner satisfactory. Even if not, someone would surely come for this place eventually - he only had to ensure everything that belonged to the King was safely within the walls of his own home. His attention, however, deviated as his lover gingerly leaned down to pluck a letter from that pile beside him. He watched as Dorian's fingers trailed along that envelope, a small shrug given towards the man at that questioning gaze he was provided.

Those fan letters were hardly any sort of thing he saw any need to keep from the King. After all, he scarcely knew what was in them, though he doubted it was anything of any true importance. He glanced down as those drawings fell around them, the man gingerly reaching out to pluck them from the bed, so eying them with a small simper upon his features. He took that offered drawing from Dorian's own fingertips, the man taking a peculiar enjoyment from the simple fact that those children still remembered him, even if it was only for the sweets that had lined his pockets. A soft chuckle left his lips at Dorian's insistence that their mother's likely viewed them less than favorably. "I am sure they weren't." Sebastian admitted almost sheepishly. He fell silent afterwards, listening to those words Dorian so read from that page before the man fell silent. His eyebrows rose ever so slightly at that 'hm' that left the man's lips before those silver eyes so met his own. It was the fae's summary of the rest of the letter that saw a snort leave his nose, his eyes rolling even as Dorian so tossed that letter over his shoulder.

Any further words that would have left his lips were ceased quite abruptly by Dorian's lips once again pressing against him in a near frantic gesture, one in which Sebastian himself met all too eagerly as a single hand rose to rest upon the man's neck, affording him some control of those kisses he was content to steal for several moments longer. Slowly, however, Sebastian rolled the King onto his back, quite literally switching positions before he pulled away, "I bet you...that I have more fan mail then you." He uttered with a teasing hint to his tone, clearly intending to so incorporate those letters into those touches of affection, the hows of such still largely lacking and yet, he was sure he'd make it up as he went along. Rather, Sebastian reached for for Dorian's own stack of fan mail, his fingers briefly flipping through them before pulling a single letter from the pile, presenting it to his lover in turn. "I think we should open this one. It smells like she dipped it in a vat of perfume." His nose wrinkled ever so slightly, the man clearly wishing to get this one far away from them after it had been opened and the content's read. Still, even he was mildly inquisitive of what the public so desperately had to say that it required sending them mail.