The feel of those silken sheets against his warm, sweaty frame was wholly glorious in the wake of all they had done. His whole body somehow felt all the more aware of the world in the wake of that complete and utter satisfaction he'd found within the fae King. The sight of his lover was one he would surely never forget, those images of but moments ago still recalled with such perfect clarity that an almost impish grin crossed his features as he simply laid there beside the man for several moments longer, his once wavering breath slowly steadying, his heart slowly returned to that more constant pace it so usually was. It was only once he'd gained some measure of composure once again that the vampire shifted onto his elbows, his bright blue eyes shifted over the bed and, in turn, the floor that laid strewn with those letters they had, originally, intended to open. His crystalline blue eyes turned towards his companion, that grin spread warmly against his features as he eyed the King, commenting on how truly long it would take them to get through those once perfectly placed stacks given their current rate of opening.

A soft chuckle left his lips at the King's insistence that, if this was how their letter opening so continued, their month would surely be nothing shy of amazing. Still, even he couldn't help that brief moment of near pride that crossed his features at that rather inventive position he'd but half an hour ago so placed them within. "I can't say I didn't enjoy the view." He admitted, that impish grin once more fluttered on his lips, even as he leaned down to meet his lover's lips with a kiss that was all too warmhearted, that love surely showing through that tender brush. He allowed the King to pull away from him, his eyes briefly turning back towards those numerous letters. "You know we have to reply to them all. Even that woman with the polaroids." A small frown of consideration crossed his lips as he considered that feat that lay ahead of them. It would surely take days of simply writing to ensure all those letters received an answer and yet, it simply felt like a necessity to the vampire. After all, those numerous souls had seen fit to take time out of their own inconsequential lives to write to them - surely they deserved for those two immortals to offer them but a slice of the eternity that lasted before them.

His thoughts drifted from those inner contemplations only at the teasing sound of his lover's voice, his features turned to eye the King in consideration before the man shifted to so obliged. It was funny, really, the last time he'd seen Dorian reach into that bed stand, the fae had fetched that golden amulet that had found a home dangling around his neck. How much had changed since then, since those nights in which he so strove not to get attached to the Monarch if only for the fear that he would be entirely replaceable within the man's surely numerous line of lovers. Sebastian had never anticipated to find himself here a year later - to be the last of those souls whom shared the King's bed. That thought lingered upon his mind as he fetched that packet Dorian had requested he fetch, that scent of chocolate so instantly toyed at his senses even before Dorian took it from him to draw back the foil and reveal that bar. That utter sweetness of that dessert was his utter weakness, the man's bright blue eyes altogether steadfast upon that bar as the King snapped of a small chocolate square to shove between his own lips. This was definitely not fair.

A mock indignant look crossed his features as Dorian so teased him with that very substance and his altogether ignorance of it's existence. "You do remember I've only been in your bedroom twice before." He pointed out with a small pout upon his lips as he eyed that chocolate and yet, even after the past year, the man was still a perfect guest, never taking that which was not offered to him no matter how much he might have so desired it - even from the man he loved more than any being in the entirety of the world. That very notion that Dorian intended to hide chocolate from him was near laughable, really. Between those heightened sense and his own deep pockets, finding chocolate was hardly a difficult endeavor. Still, he was willing to allow the King his peculiar obsession with so hiding the substance, his nose wrinkled ever so slightly in a show of dislike at this notion of such a thing being concealed from him when he might so well enjoy it! A soft sigh left his lips at the King's insistence that he was willing to share only because the King loved him. "I guess I love you too." He muttered with a show of exasperation as those long fingers reached out towards that foiled chocolate.

"Yes please." The vampire responded to that offer, the Englishman still entirely capable of holding some sort of manners even in the wake of all they had done but moments ago. He'd hardly had even a moment to snap off a piece before the King saw fit to scold him on taking too much, those bright blue eyes slowly raised to meet the silver irises of the King's, his bottom lip jutted out ever just so in a pouting measure. The vampire made a particular point to take less then he wanted, stealing only a fourth before snapping off a singular square from that line he'd taken, placing that chocolate in his mouth with a clear delightful sound of, "Mmmhm...." He was all too content to simply suck upon that bar, letting it near melt upon his tongue in a fashion that was wholly pleasing as he simply laid there beside Dorian. This, he was sure, was exactly what heaven surely would have consisted of. Sex, Dorian, and chocolate. There was very little that could even hold a candle to tonight, he was certain of it.

His attention deviated only at those words that left the fae's lips, his eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly. "Has it really be a year already?" He inquired, almost surprised at how time had so passed. How far things had come since that fated night all those months ago. "I remember....we should celebrate our anniversary, darling." It was the first anniversary he'd had in centuries, even if he was entirely uncertain as to what to do for the Monarch to commemorate that fire that had drawn them together. It was that mention of how Dorian had thought the hotel was his home that brought a soft chuckle to his lips. How he remembered the Witchery, much less his intentions to leave the next week before he'd met the Italian in front of those flickering flames. "I haven't thought of the Witchery in forever. Rowena was this close to throwing me out." He uttered with a soft chuckle on his lips. Though he had never truly been on the wrong foot with the witch that had owned the facility, he had, at times, taken to enjoying the women whom had tended to those rooms. Their neglection of their duties had frustrated her enough that there were certainly a fair share of veiled threats between the pair. His head shook from side to side ever so slightly before the vampire's gaze turned to fall upon the man at his side. "I was convinced then that you were going to get bored of me." He muttered, altogether aware of how funny such a concern was with how things between the two had turned out - still, he would have had it no other way.