you were the answer to my dreams

Even despite those sheer number of souls who had occupied Sebastian's bed within the past two hundred years, much less that nearly two long relationship at Dorian's side, the vampire was entirely confident in his assertion that the Italian Monarch was, by far, the most gorgeous individual he had ever had the chance to bed. He was assured Dorian knew well the effect that body alone had upon him, those fingers tracing all the places the vampire himself would so like to touch, only to be denied all that he surely desired in that moment. His reaction was far more childish than the Victorian man usually tended to be, his tongue sticking out in retribution to that power of invisibility that stole so much from him. He watched as that exquisitely graceful figure moved across the plush carpet and towards the window, the vampire depositing that box of cards on top of his own bedside table. Those navy eyes watched that pale, chilled light as it fell across his lover's creamy skin. His own thoughts drifted to those fantasy left so utterly unfulfilled by the Italian King, notions he had little intention of asking of his lover. Rather, it was that soft coaxing that drew the vampire from the warmth of those sheets.

He easily closed that distance between the two men, his hands settled upon the King's waist as he drew the man's enticing figure ever closer towards his wanting own. He had every intention of showering that physique with his affection, at least, until that small sway of Dorian's wrist drew his gaze away from that enticing flesh and towards the window. A glimpse of confusion crossed his features at that perfectly clear sky, only to trail downwards to that newfound feature to their garden. That fountain was quite near a center piece to that landscaping beneath their bedroom window, those metal deer leaping through that water with their stag bringing up the rear. That very piece was a magnificent display of all that had become a symbol for the vampire himself. He was well aware of the amount of time such a fountain would have taken, much less for each piece to be designed and crafted. The man was quite near at a loss of words, those 'thank you's' never quite seemed to be sufficient enough for the vampire, much less for that very being he adored so greatly to commit himself to for several lifetimes. Despite being grossly inadequate for such a meticulously planned gift, Sebastian provided his lover with those whispered words of awe and appreciation only to steal that soft kiss from the Monarch's lips.

He could certainly feel that very reaction his own close figure seemed to prompt within the King and yet, he particularly enjoyed coaxing such desires within the man. Sebastian hardly stopped his lover from shifting in his arms, wholly enjoying that sensation of the King's figure against his own as Dorian's arms wrapped around his neck. He stepped closer still towards his lover, wholly willing to pin the man between himself and that window sill. For all Dorian's desires to tease him, Sebastian was perhaps equally as determined to so rise to the occasion. He listened to that notion that had so toyed with Dorian's thoughts of late, his own eyebrow arching upwards in surprise of that suggestion the vampire himself had only just considered but moments ago. His gaze briefly shifted towards that fountain only to turn back again towards the fae King. He could scarcely deny all those imaginings that had begun to dance across the forefront of his thoughts, his own body surely betraying exactly what such an answer might be. "I would be entirely willing to show you how....enjoyable those outdoor...activities can be." He uttered softly, that meaning certainly equally as clear to his fiance.

That mention of that promise and that accompanying kiss, however, prompted a soft chuckle from his lips. "Ahh, you've figure out my grand plan." He teased, as if he was truly only interested in that marriage for the taking of that Monarch beneath the light of the moon. He paused for a moment, only to admit with some reluctance. "Truthfully, I had forgotten that." He had, once upon a time, lived for those very promises of the next time he might have a chance to see the fae Monarch. Now, as it were, his entirely life revolved around the man. He hardly stopped his lover from moving away from that ledge, shifting only to move behind the vampire. His head leaned ever so slightly against Dorian's own, his attention wholly focused upon his lover, even despite that rather promiscuous view of them the neighbors were offered. That offer he was provided, however, of caused a soft sound of consideration upon his lips. "Hmm.....but I like the sound of that." He uttered softly. Those suggestions were hardly bad ones and yet, as his gaze trailed to the world outside, Sebastian had little interest in stepping beyond those walls.

That soft press of Dorian's lips against his neck coaxed a different sort of groan from his mouth, his head tilted the other way to allow the man further access to that altogether sensitive skin. "How about..." Sebastian started, "We see if Charles can get us dinner and we can grab whatever chocolate thing Elizabeth baked and a bottle of wine or two...and bring it all up here? I'd like to see what all you can't be held accountable for." He teased softly, far too allured by his lover to leave the confines of that room. After all, there were few nights when Sebastian was afforded a full evening with the King's full attention, much less the opportunity to remain nestled in that bedroom. It was, he knew well, part of what came to falling in love with a Monarch, and though Sebastian hardly faulted Dorian for his needs to care for his country, he had every intention to take advantage of his lover's offer.

Sebastian Ellington