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It was a curious sort of noise that stirred him from that sleep at last. Dorian so shifting within the comfort of those warm sheets to eye that clock with bleary eyes and a distinct yawn. The sun having set no more than ten minutes ago and yet, this evening, Dorian had so specifically asked that Elizabeth not worry about waking them or drawing that usual bath. The Monarch quite assured that birthdays were designed for sleeping in, the man so having cancelled near all his own appointments for that evening in turn. How glorious it was to have the whole evening to be enjoyed and not even a single phone call or email or document to attend too! That very thought alone so bringing that warm simper to his lips as he so prepared to snuggle back beneath those blankets- only for that curious noise to make itself apparent once more. His gaze shifted briefly to Maxwell still asleep in his bed at the foot of their own, Dorian frowning softly before shifting gently from that place beside his fiancé, the man eternally careful not to wake his lover even despite that knowledge that it was often near impossible to do so all the same. His bare feet padded softly across that floor, Dorian drawing aside the blinds of the nearest window, that moonlight cast across their garden so softly sliding through that window in turn as the Monarch peered into that garden- his eyes widening slightly at the sight of the very source of that noise. That grin readily adorning his features once more. How on time it was! Dorian so having been sure it might take much of that evening in turn to be ready and yet it quite appeared those workmen were very near finished. How delightful!

His hand reached softly forward then, that window cracked open just a little, that sound, so alike rain, all the clearer now as he gently returned that blind to its place quite to assure Sebastian could not see out just yet before making his way back toward their bed. Sebastian having begun to stir in those few moments. Dorian pausing only to hook his thumbs within the band of his silken boxer shorts and slip them from his figure, tossing them to the floor as he did. Birthdays, after all were decidedly special occasions in every sense- even if Sebastian so often seemed terribly unexcited about his own. The Fae King content to celebrate for him. Dorian slipped easily beneath those sheets once more to nestle back against his lover then and find that place within his arms he so liked to occupy. The man curious, truly, to see how long it might take Sebastian to discover his own indecency through that lack of undergarments as he shifted but slightly within his arms to press his lips to the man's cheek, those kisses trailing slightly lower to that line of his jaw and neck. Dorian seeking to stir him into that full wakefulness then.

"Baaastian."

Those lyrics were near teasing in that drawn out fashion they were offered. His accented voice soft all the same. It was foolish surely and yet a part of the Monarch so adored to see his lover in those few moments in which he had just woken when his hair was askew and his movements still lazy with sleep. There was something so decidedly intimate about that all the same. That very view the world was presented with so different to that one that might be his alone in those early mornings and late evenings. His lips pressed a second time to the man's neck, Dorian shifting to rest upon his own stomach then, his head rested in his palm in a gesture near boyish as the vampires gaze so at last fluttered open. That warm simper adorning his own lips as he peered down at the man he adored so profoundly, his own tousled bed-hair sticking about at all angles in a fashion he was assured was unattractive and yet he hardly cared to fix in that moment. His silver gaze resting near lazily on his lovers own.

"Do you quite know what today is, Mon Cher?"

He suspected entirely that Sebastian would be content to pretend that he did not. Dorian understanding to some extent why that matter of birthdays was not nearly so important to the vampire as he was assured it should have been. They would, after all, have a never ending supply of birthdays to celebrate and surely, at some point, one was rather inclined to stop counting. Yet- the celebration of birthdays had hardly been celebrated at all for so very much of his own existence that the Fae King still found himself decidedly delighted at the prospect. Dorian content to respect his lovers wishes not to make an occasion of that day if only he might be allowed to give the man at least some gifts all the same. That they might celebrate Sebastian's birthday just between the two of them a compromise the vampire had seemed at least satisfied with even if gifting Sebastian with anything often proved a truly arduous task. The vampire seemingly incapable of being given anything without desiring to give something in return. Dorian assured he might never understand some British customs no matter how long he might live. His features softening before those words parted his lips once more.

"Happy Birthday, love."

It was easy then to lean down, his lips finding the vampires own to steal that sweet kiss from him, Dorian lifting one hand to let his fingers run through his lovers hair as he did- deepening that kiss now before so at last leaning gently away. Dorian content to fold his arms then atop his pillow, resting his head upon them in that picture of simple contentment.

"I have cancelled all my work for this evening so that we might do anything you like. Would you care to have your presents now? Yes, there are two but I promise I did not get too excited, one is very small. Which would you care for first, the small one or the one that is not as small?"

It was, perhaps, decidedly careful wording on his own part. Dorian reluctant to say 'large present' least it somehow distress the vampire in some sense. The Monarch entirely inclined to find his lovers reluctance to be given birthday gifts terribly endearing all the same. That warm simper upon his features still as he so awaited his lover's choice in this. Dorian so thoroughly enjoying the warmth of those sheets and the simple pleasure of the evening ahead all the same.

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