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It was only within the wake of that truly sensual kiss that Dorian so found himself resting upon his lover's chest in that near boyish fashion. His thoughts so daring to reminisce upon several of those previous couplings as the first of those more physical reactions to such considerations begun to stir. How he might crave that man beneath him! Each glorious touch and exquisite sound. The simple feel of him, all of him, against his own body was wholly addictive in the most pleasurable of ways. Two days was far too long and yet if he was to live with his lover then surely he hardly need wait two days ever again, the softest of simpers so daring to dance upon his lips at his own internal consideration before he allowed his mind to contemplate the logistics of that art room or study. How unfortunate it was to so have to be sensible in this. Dorian assured he would far prefer an art room to an office and yet with those ever piling papers that required his signature, his bustling PA and those constant phone calls it was surely far more reasonable to shift that bedroom into a workspace and so contain 'work' to but one room of the house. As if he might conceal it within there entirely and afford it no further thought once that door was closed in the evenings. He was wholly dedicated to the running of his kingdom and yet still- the Monarch was ill inclined to spend his days seated at a desk when the world so called for his attention and those books so begged to be read and any variety of foods surely needed to be tasted. That soft murmur from beneath him so drew his gaze downward to linger upon the blue of his consorts own, Sebastian so seeming to ponder the feasibility of such a room being used for both Art and work, Dorian eyeing the man quizzically now. The Monarch unable to prevent that small glimpse of pleasure that touched his features at his lovers efforts to afford him all he might desire.

"Perhaps tomorrow we might assess the practicality of it and see what might be done."

He assured simply. Dorian, after all, was wholly unwilling to subject his lover to entire room renovations merely for his own benefit even if such a space for work and art was wholly delightful to him. The simple prospect of living with the vampire by far outshone any other whimsical desire. Dorian so wholly aware in some sense that this was but the final step before that marriage Matteo had so foreseen. An entirely new fluttering within his chest so seeming to take hold at even the thought of such a thing before the notion of just what to do with the keys of his current apartment so pressed to the forefront of his mind. Raven was perhaps the only woman he knew with any connection to that man Samantha had failed to ever introduce him too and yet whom she had courted for several months before his untimely death. It was perhaps not ideal and yet with Samantha so absent and the man himself incapable of returning for those keys it so seemed to Dorian that the metaphorical 'next of kin' might well be that pack itself. Raven his single connection to it, his gaze lingering upon Sebastian once more in some effort to assure himself that this was a suitable plan. The vampire so agreeing that the pack, at least, might know what to do with it. Dorian's head bobbing softly before a single envelope on that pile to Sebastian became clear.

It was with that ready grin that the Fae so lent down to grasp it, the envelope opened with his lover's permission to revel those distinctly child-like drawings that had arrived for the vampire from his own court. Sebastian so evidently having crafted a lasting impression upon at least some of his people. Dorian so inclined to find such a gesture almost endearing, that chuckle rising to his own throat upon the memory of those mothers so attempting to wrangle their offspring into some measure of order once the sugar from Sebastian's sweets had so overtaken them. Dorian quite assured they had never been as energetic as that. His hand reached for another letter then, this one so addressed to the both of them, Dorian taking that moment to read it aloud to his lover. The woman whom had crafted it expressing her pleasure at having been able to attend their first public appearance and so thanking them in turn, Dorian paused before reaching that end only to voice his own additions to that note. The letter tossed over his shoulder before his lips found his lovers own once more, that snort of disbelief barely free of the vampire as the Fae King so sought to steal those kisses from him- that hand resting upon his neck wholly welcomed as Dorian so unabashedly relished in the taste of him. Sebastian always had been a very good kisser.

That sudden shift in positions stirred that amusement to his features once more, Dorian allowing himself to be rolled upon his own back now, Sebastian resting atop him in a manner Dorian wholly approved off before the vampire pulled slightly away to announce his assurance that he had more mail. One eye of the Monarch arched upward in a dubious fashion and yet for the sake of that game he remained entirely content to afford it no comment, his gaze briefly eyeing those stakes all the same- if only to compare them- before Sebastian moved to had him a letter from his own pile. That almost overwhelming scent so immediately assaulting him in turn. His features wrinkling in much the same manner as his boyfriends.

"Goodness, but she did not take it easy did she?"

It was, in Dorians opinion, entirely overdone. A woman's perfume should be subtle, memorable and unique to her alone so that the simple scent might tease at her lover with the memory of it. This was more akin to veritable slap. The Fae pausing to open it all the same, a rather long handwritten letter nestled within along with several small Polaroids that tumbled onto his chest. The letter was momentarily placed to the side, the man reaching for the first of those three photographs that depicted the woman whom had surely sent that letter. That first picture was entirely unremarkable, the woman within her early forties at best and posed within a garden, the second so displaying her within a bikini and upon a beach, Dorian frowning slightly at how much of themselves women seemed to display in this age- handing each picture to Sebastian in turn- before that final picture so elicited a gasp from him entirely. The woman wearing utterly nothing at all! He could hardly prevent that manner in which his cheeks so reddened at the mere thought of having seen an unknown woman without her clothing. Dorian wholly and clearly embarrassed. The man a clear product of his time in that moment as he hurriedly handed that picture to Sebastian as if anticipating the vampire might somehow make it disappear.

"Heavens but I wasn't expecting that! She also appears to be missing certain....aesthetics. Is she not? That is to say.....is that normal?"

Dorian shifted but slightly beneath the vampire now, pointing to one particular part of that picture. In all his centuries he had never quite seen a woman so...bare. Down there. The man having taken no female lovers since leaving his own palace and as such the idea of a Brazilian wax had clearly never occurred to him. The man quite clearly shocked at this discovery before seeking to remove those pictures from his mind forever- reaching for that letter with some sense of trepidation.

"To His Majesty, Dorian Aragona, I have taken great pleasure in your return to the Italian throne of your forefathers. As a loyal Italian I should like to assure you I remain your humble and loyal servant in every way......"

Dorian paused once more, reading ahead a little, one eye arching up again before he glanced towards Sebastian, amusement tugging at him again.

"She goes on to include in detail all the ways in which she might offer her....services. You are also included in this, Mon Cher. She is quite taken with the idea of both our attentions upon her at the same time although I think several of her ideas are not at all practical. I do not think either of us are flexible enough for...that."

He so gestured briefly to one part of that letter, allowing Sebastian to read of that positioning Dorian was assured was not all that feasible before that letter was crumbled into a ball and tossed as far from the couple as Dorian was able. Ridding them both of that unholy scent. The Monarch leaning up but a moment later to press his lips to the underside off his lovers jaw, gliding softly along to brush that delicate skin of his throat before following that jaw line to his ever-sensitive neck. One hand lifted, long fingers nestling within those dirty brown locks as his lips pressed just below his lovers ear. Dorian so breathing inward now, making no effort to hid the manner in which he breathed in that scent of his boyfriend.

"You, however, smell far, far better."

He smelt utterly glorious. Dorian so eternally taken with that cologne so intermingled with simply that scent of Sebastian himself as his lips so begun to tease that pattern along and down his lovers neck once more- his free hand lifting to smoothly work the buttons of Sebastian's shirt free, leaving it hanging open and loose about his toned figure as Dorian moved to lay back upon that bed once more. One arm folded behind his head in satisfaction, the other reaching to hand Sebastian a letter from his pile before his hand simply dropped to rest on his lovers chest, fingers running downward to trace those muscles of his stomach, feeling each glorious plain and curve. His own body responding all the more to that feel of Sebastian's muscular figure beneath his hand.

"Go on, Mon Cher, it is your turn."

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