There was little doubt within the vampire's thoughts of the extents he would have so willingly gone through in order to appease the King that so lackadaisical laid against him. The man surely would have seen to the renovations of his own home if only to see that glimpse of joy across his lover's features at their completion. How Dorian so had him wrapped around his finger! His bright blue eyes glanced upwards towards his lover at that small simper that fluttered across the King's lips at that suggestion he'd offered and yet, Dorian seemed uncertain of offering any sort of verbal confirmation on his own true desires. Regardless, his head bobbed ever so slightly at the suggestion that, tomorrow, they would revisit the idea with the very room before them. Instead, it was the notion of giving the apartment back to it's owner that occupied his thoughts in the interim, even if the vampire had the slightest idea of who the flat truly belonged to. That suggestion his lover offered was perhaps their best course of action, given the pair's ignorance of the young fae girl's significant other. Frankly, Sebastian hadn't even known she had been involved with another.

It was the Fae's movement that drew his attention from such thoughts, the Englishman simply watching as Dorian plucked at that envelope with the address the Monarch himself recognized. Sebastian's own head bobbed in silent permission, the man hardly saw a reason to so keep those fan letters to himself. They hardly had to do with money or properties or his business and, in turn, their existence was rather irrelevant to him. He was surprised by those pictures that fell from that envelope, the drawings crude and yet endearing in their own fashion. His gaze shifted as his lover began to read the words written upon that letter amongst those sheets of paper, at least before nonchalantly adding in his own words, words in which Sebastian was entirely certain the women of the fae court would have never suggested if only for modesty's sake!

That snort left the man's nose and yet, he hardly complained at the touch of his lover's lips against his own. Rather, he found himself so eagerly meeting each kiss of affection Dorian offered him, the man shifting in the wake of those kisses only to push the Monarch onto his own back. Sebastian rested with the same measure of comfort upon the King's chest, his attention turning towards those stacks of envelopes around him as he plucked one from the heap that was titled with Dorian's name alone. The scent alone had been a nuisance to his otherworldly senses since he'd first walked into that door and yet, it had taken the man some time, truly, to find the origins of it. The sooner they read it, he was assured, the sooner they could be rid of it. His own fingers held just the tip of that letter, letting it dangle before the King as if that very existence of that perfume was somehow offensive to him, Dorian's own features wrinkling in the same manner that his had. Months old perfume tended to have more of an alcoholic scent then the flowery and woodsy undertones they might have originally held. His head shook from side to side at his lover's inquiry, "She was determined to ensure we smell it, I suppose." Either the scent was cheap or the woman was a whole different level of neurotic.

The man watched as Dorian plucked the letter from his fingertips, toying with the sealed envelope before unending it upon the fae's own chest. He eyed the Monarch's features as Dorian picked up the first of that polaroid, the picture handed to himself for inspection but moments later and, briefly, Sebastian's gaze glanced over the facade of that woman. She seemed nice enough by appearances alone, he supposed, perhaps a touch lonely. The second image was eyed perhaps far more critically, after all, if she was keen to display to them her physique, Sebastian was willing to afford her that judgement so she clearly wished to receive. He had hardly passed his own decision upon her before that sound of astonishment left Dorian's lips, so quickly drawing his attention. His bright blue eyes remained steadfast upon his lover, entirely aware of the way in which that blood rushed to Dorian's cheeks in a fashion that Sebastian had never seen before. He took that picture that was nearly shoved in his direction, a singular eyebrow raising at the view of the woman the he was afforded. "Well..." He started, almost uncertain of what to say on what he was seeing. She was hardly the first woman he'd seen naked, or the first scandalous picture that had been offered him, the succubus hardly as embarrassed as the King beneath him and yet, he was rather certain she was not quite his 'type', so to speak.

It was the King's comment on the fact that she was missing something that saw Sebastian's eyebrows furrow, that inquiry of whether or not it was normal caused the man to regard him with the same blank stare, at least, until Dorian made a gesture to point towards that small bare triangle between the woman's legs. A rich laughter so immediately left his lips, the vampire had near forgotten this shift in women's grooming routines. His head nodded, those soft chuckles still presence, "Oh yes, Ma Bichette, it has been a thing since the 1900's." He stated, the man himself had been ever inquisitive of it ever since he'd first undressed a woman nearly a hundred and fifty years ago, however, it had become an ever increasing occurrence, to the point that it was hardly ever considered any longer. "They wax men now too." Sebastian stated, eying the King with a near impish look upon his features, even the vampire himself had only been convinced to try it but once (then again, there were not many things in which he had not been willing to attempt once). Sebastian placed the picture down with the stack of others beside them, his attention instead turning towards that letter that his lover hesitantly picked up. His chin rested comfortably upon his lover's chest as he watched the King began to read the words written in that red ink.

He watched as his lover paused, those facial features shifting only to inform him several moments later of the contents of that very letter. He could hardly help the amused simper that crossed his lips at that summary, a small shrug upon his shoulders. "I could think of some...uses....for her." He commented, that near look of mischievousness had so returned to his features in that moment, even if the true was that the pair would hardly be solely focused upon her should such a fantasy of hers ever come to fruition. Nevertheless, he took the letter from Dorian, his own gaze shifting over that gestured paragraph before his eyebrow rose ever so slightly. "I....don't think she's ever had sex before." He stated quite bluntly as he glanced up at his lover, clearly dubious of those positions she'd so meticulously detailed. Still, he was all too willing to let Dorian simply steal that letter from them altogether, that offending smell disappearing with it as the crumpled ball was tossed half way across that room. A soft breath of relief left the vampire's lips, his nose wrinkling one more time in an effort to rid himself of any lingering hint of that smell before, quite unexpectedly, Dorian shifted beneath him, so gathering his attention with that near simple gesture.

That small simper remained upon his features at the touch of Dorian's lips against his jawline, moving further down that all too sensitive skin to produce the softest of sounds from Sebastian's throat. He could feel Dorian's fingers entangling in his locks as the man softly inhaled, that sound all the more audible to the vampire's rather acute hearing. A soft chuckle left his lips as he glanced towards the Monarch, those words decidedly soft, "I should hope so." He muttered, even as Dorian's lips once again graced that skin around his neck, so encouraging the vampire to briefly allow his eyes to flutter closed. It was a decidedly simple gesture and yet, that attention the King provided his nape seemed to continually be a point of arousal within the Englishman, one that existed even now as his lover's hands began to toy at the buttons on his shirt. The last button saw that button down pushed aside to reveal the vampire's toned chest, only for Dorian to settle back upon the bed, leaving Sebastian entirely without.

A soft groan of discontent left his lips as the man's gaze fluttered open, that letter presented to him quite unexpectedly. He could hardly help that sigh as he reached for that ivory envelope, his fingers so working at the small triangle crease only to reach in and pull out an....invitation? His eyebrows furrowed as he lifted that letter from inside, opening it only for a near plethora of small champaign shaped confetti to fly out and settle around them. "Oh for Christ's sake." The vampire muttered in response to those colorful little pieces of plastic that now adorned not only Dorian's own chest but the comforter around them. His gaze trailed over the invitation, a soft snort left his lips before he presented that invitation to the King. "We've been invited to a 'wild' birthday party....promising all the women and booze we could ever want." There was a glimpse of amusement on his features that some stranger had thought their appearance within this party a great idea, why, he couldn't quite say and yet, as he handed that invitation to Dorian, he was far less interested in the party so much as the remains of that confetti. "I think...we should see about fixing this..." He uttered softly, so tugging at the bottom of Dorian's shift just enough to get his lover's attention before lifting it up his torso and pull it over his head, tossing it on the floor with the confetti stuck inside. His lips gingerly pressed against the King's torso, working his way from the top of Dorian's chest only to scoot further downward with each kiss, his fingers all the while reaching for yet another envelope within that stack beside them, plucking one near neon colored one from it to presented it to the Monarch. "Your turn." He muttered softly, his breath decidedly warm against the skin of his lover's stomach.