every king had a story, of ancient glory,sweetly told

There was a certain pleasure to the feel of the vampire so resting against his own chest in that wholly placid fashion. His form so relishing in the closeness and the simple intimacy of even that before Sebastian moved to pluck that scent letter from the pile, dangling it between his thumb and forefinger as if he either feared it or loathed it far too much to ascertain a proper hold- a simper of amusement so dancing upon Dorian's lips before he moved to take the envelope. The sheer potency of that perfumed aroma striking him but a moment later as his own features wrinkled in much the same response as his lover. His Consorts comment on the sender's intention to merely assure they smelled it was met with a scoff of sorts as Dorian lay back upon that bed and beneath his lovers toned form.

"I should not think we could miss it."

He commented idly, working to undo that envelope only to have several Polaroid pictures tumble onto his chest. A look of surprise so found its way to his features, that rather lengthy letter placed at his side as he reached for those captured images. The first image was entirely unremarkable, the woman older then the Monarch had anticipated and while hardly unattractive per say she was, he supposed, rather plain in appearance. Her picture was handed dutifully to his own lover. Dorian reaching then to pluck the second, holding it up to his gaze as his eyes widened but briefly at that image of the same woman in far less clothing and so positioned upon a beach. It was a marvel to him, truly, as to how very liberal women had become. Modesty, it seemed, held an entirely different meaning to the world then it once had. For all his surprise at that photograph upon the beach- that third and final picture so seemed to undo him entirely. The gasp that left his lips the moment his gaze found that picture was wholly unbidden, that colour rushing to his cheeks in embarrassment at the very sight of a completely naked woman so pictured before him!

His gaze was almost hurriedly averted as if he should somehow be caught looking, the picture hurriedly thrust towards Sebastian as if the vampire might somehow facilitate its disappearance. Dorian finding himself truly flustered in the wake of it. Sebastian, for his part, seemed to eye that picture almost critically. That softly uttered word barely free of the vampires lips before Dorian moved inquire as to just why the woman appeared....different to those he had known before. After all, while he had hardly cared to view that image, certain aspects of it had clearly struck him all the same, his gaze lifted entirely quizzically to his lover now as he gestured to that part of the picture he deemed wholly unnatural to his own understanding. In all the women he had known, in all the women he had taken between his sheets he had never yet met one whom had lacked such aesthetics as this woman appeared too.

The rich sounds of Sebastian laughter, while entirely pleasing to his ears, perhaps only further sought to confuse him. His silver gaze resting upon his lover still as the vampire simply shook his head, making some effort to explain that such a thing was not only purposely done but something of a trend since the 1900s. The surprise upon his own features was surely palpable. Dorian leaning forward as much as he was able to briefly examine that photograph again in some ready wonderment of just how such a thing might be achieved. Surely no woman was nearly so bold as to dare approach such a task with something as crude as a razor! His consideration of just this so ended the moment his lover declared that waxing was also performed upon men, his gaze meeting the striking blue of Sebastian's own once more. Dorian so clearly taken aback with even this mere suggestion before that near impish grin suddenly seemed to find his features. He shifted but slightly beneath his lover, one finger reaching easily upward to catch within the hem of Sebastian's jeans, Dorian tugging it softly away from his toned figure to peer but momentarily into the space between as if he so fully intended to playfully judge what he found within.

"You know, I quite like it the way it looks- just as it is. Does it not hurt, this waxing?"

That soft chuckle rose within his throat as he offered those teasing lyrics. Dorian so already having come to the conclusion that Sebastian had surely tried such a thing before, though had clearly ceased to do so. Dorian assured that in all their couplings he would have noticed if such things had been missing from his lover in turn. The Fae lay back upon that bed once more, reaching almost hesitantly for that letter now before beginning to read it. Such a letter was perhaps one of the more foolish ones he had received, the woman so detailing exactly what she should like to do with the both of them, several off her positions entirely impractical he was assured. That wholly mischievous suggestion from his lover so earning the man a roll of his eyes before Dorian passed that letter to him in turn, allowing the vampire to read exactly what the woman's fantasies so entailed. Sebastian too- so clearly of much the same opinion upon those precarious positions as Dorian moved to pluck that letter from him once more, scrunching it into a veritable ball before tossing it across the room and so finally sparing them from that scent.

It was easy then, to return his attention to his lover in full, Dorian leaning upward to press his lips to the underside of Sebastian's jaw working his way smoothly upward before commenting upon the man's far more appealing scent. Dorian assured the vampire was wholly addictive in that fashion. How he adored that cologne! The Monarch so recalling it from but the first night they had met so near a year ago. One hand lifted to nestle within those dirty blonde locks as Dorian's lips made their way almost salaciously across his lover's neck, the Fae so entirely aware of just where and how he might best arouse his lover. Sebastian's neck so eternally proving to be an entirely erogenous point for the man- one Dorian was content to exploit now as his free hand so worked to remove the buttons off his shirt, his fingers tracing those glorious muscles and hard plains that so aroused him in turn at merely the feel of them before he so at last pulled away. That groan of dissatisfaction upon the vampires lips hardly missed as Dorian merely chuckled in that playful amusement. Another letter already within his hand and so offered almost teasingly to his lover now.

That sudden and surprising addition of confetti was met with a truly bemused look as it tumbled from that envelope to settle all over him, Dorian glancing down at his now colourful figure, that simper tracing his lips in ready amusement both at this new predicament and too- Sebastian's momentary displeasure with it. The idea that they had been invited to some sort of party however was perhaps less appealing. Why people so continued to offer them women he might never understand, much less alcohol. The Fae so about to comment that perhaps they might simply 'lose' that invitation before his companion so commented upon his desire to fix that confetti, Sebastian tugging at the bottom off his shirt and so drawing his attention away from anything else entirely. His figure shifted all-too willingly, allowing his boyfriend to slide that shirt from his figure before being rewarded with that press of lips to his flesh- a soft groan of appreciation stirred from within him. Sebastian's breath so blissfully warm against his skin, the man trailing lower and lower only to pause near his stomach and offer him another letter. A sigh of playful frustration was forced from his lips. Dorian taking that letter only smack it atop Sebastian head in a teasing fashion.

"Are you very sure you do not desire to keep going?"

He already knew the answer to that, he was sure, Sebastian unlikely to continue until it suited him to do so. Dorian collapsing back upon that bed to open that neon coloured letter, his body feeling overly warm and entirely unsatisfied. This letter was mercifully short, the woman whom had written it declaring herself to be no older then nineteen and one of their biggest fans, her phone number neatly printed at the bottom- a dare from her friends. Very well. Dorian so moved to hand that letter to his lover in turn so that Sebastian might be aware of his intent, the Fae shifting just so as to draw his phone from his pocket before daring to dial that number so included- the phone ringing several times before a young woman's voice answered.

"Good evening, is this Katie? This is Dorian Aragona, I see you wrote me a letter. I merely wished to thank you for it, the Lord Brownlow and I appreciated it. We also appreciated the lack of photographs....."

The scream from the other end of the phone was so entirely loud Dorian was wholly forced to hold it away from his ear, the girl blundering into hysterics as she made some attempt at conversation, an entirely impish grin so having settled upon Dorian's lips once more as he so informed that hysterical woman that Sebastian would surely like to say hello as well- the phone abruptly handed to his lover. Dorian waiting only so long as it took the vampire to speak before he moved to sit upward with Sebastian near straddling his lap now, one hand moving to so effortlessly undo the button and zipper of his lovers jeans. His fingers danced so teasingly upon that newly loosened waistband, one eye arching ever so slightly upward before his hands merely flattened against Sebastian's back, slipping beneath his jeans to slide over his butt, affording it a playful squeeze. Dorian wholly curious as to how long the vampire could manage that conversation when otherwise distracted. The Monarch was hardly done however, his head tilting slightly as he lent forward to brush his lips along Sebastian's collarbone in those teasing kisses. One hand shifting to slide over Sebastian's thigh and- so abruptly and without that usual tease- dip back below that waistband to cup him entirely with heated fingers. Dorian grinning impishly against his skin as that soft chuckle escaped him. The Fae so entierly aware of his own deviousness in this....

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