Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy

There was a certain level of exquisite dreaminess to be had within the low light of those flickering flames that so tenderly brightened that room. The soft breath of the winter's breeze upon his skin as it toyed with those fluttering curtains only further added to that simple whimsical ambiance. The very place had been so meticulously crafted to set a more intimate mood, one that Sebastian had every intention of utilizing. Tonight, he was sure, would be one of those evenings he would look back on with fondness, regardless of that wedding that had already made the night memorable in every sense of the word. There was a certain desire within him, coaxed by that romantic atmosphere, to ensure Dorian knew the full extent of his adoration. It was rather sentimental of him and yet, if any evening was for such emotions, surely it was the night of their wedding. After all, it was this very moment the pair had so teased one another with - that 'tonight' had all but come full circle. How very long that evening seemed when he so dwelled upon what had occurred just that morning prior, not that Sebastian would have done that wedding any other way. It had been, as Dorian would suggest, the very epitome of perfection.

That simple touch of Dorian's hands upon his waist drew his attention away from that room. His lips pressed against Dorian's own as the Italian fae closed that distance between their two forms. He had been waiting for near hours now to be alone with the King, to close the door upon that outside world that seemed so incredibly infatuated with what that evening meant, even if it was not for them. He was a distinctly selfish man, in every fashion. That greediness surely all the more apparent in the way he so often strove to monopolize Dorian's attention, as if his husband was the very air he breathed. His fingers brushed tenderly against his lover's jawline as Dorian deepened that kiss. That gesture was so entirely chaste compared to what was sure to come and yet, to finally have the man to himself saw him enjoy it all the more. Even so, he hardly fought the King as Dorian pulled away from him. Rather, he embraced the man as Dorian's hands encircled his neck, that soft touch of Dorian's breath against his sensitive skin certainly served to produce a small sound of contentment from his lips.

He could hardly deny that the evening had been nothing shy of perfection and yet, truly, Sebastian relished in every day he spent at the Monarch's side. After two hundred years of seeing what the world had to offer him, all of it paled in comparison to that previous few years he had spent with Dorian. Those years, he would not give up for the world and the eternity that awaited him surely was worth all that had happened to get him to this very moment. Those words of love the King offered him quite near caught him off guard, if only for how rare it was for either to say those simple three words. Sebastian hardly hesitated in uttering them back, only to further assure the King that he would always love him, no matter what might happen. Those feelings were, he was certain, were not only eternal but too, entirely unconditional. He was all too willing to pull the fae closer against his chest, his head gingerly leaning against Dorian's own, at least, until his lover's gaze shifted back towards that room that so awaited them. That idle comment of the singular thing still left for them to cement that marriage prompted a soft chuckle from his own lips, if only for the simple fact of how many times he had surely taken the King over and over again.

He reached upwards to take Dorian's hand within his own, only to release the man from his embrace and guide him towards those flower petals that so purposefully laid a path upon the floor to those gold and crimson sheets. He turned back towards the King as he leaned against the bed, kicking his shoes off before he drew Dorian closer towards him, reaching for those buttons of that tuxedo jacket. Sebastian was entirely aware, at that moment, to how little he had said to his lover over his own appearance, even though the Englishman had found him nothing short of stunning in that silver-blue suit. It so complimented the color of the Monarch's eyes, bringing out that silver hue to an intensity that was quite easy to get lost within. His gaze shifted upwards towards the Monarch at Dorian's statement of how long he had poured over that very outfit, the vampire near unable to help the grin on his features. "You chose a good one." He reassured the man with a small nod before his fingers reached upwards to pull that jacket off of his lover's shoulders. "I'm sure if her King asked her, she wouldn't hesitate to show you a hundred more, love." He responded as he reached for that layer beneath.

Sebastian hardly hurried that simple action of undressing the Monarch, even though he knew well what laid underneath. On the contrary, he had every intention of taking that night slowly, of relishing in each and every aspect of his lover's form from the color of grey that reflected his irises to that crisp white shirt underneath that so showcased the man's broad shoulders, a fact he was all too willing to comment on. It was several layers later that Sebastian finally was presented with that toned chest he so adored, his fingers all too content to simply trace those lines of Dorian's chest as his lover rolled his shoulders, finding a clear comfort in that lack of clothing. His bright blue eyes turned upwards towards the King at those near impish words, that grin tugged at the corners of his lips. It was rare, truly, that Sebastian wore nearly as much black as he had chosen tonight. The color was so often stereotypical of his species that he tended to avoid it in anything more than those dress pants.

"Thank you...but you know it will look better on the floor..." He uttered softly in the response, those words decidedly impish. He watched as Dorian reached for his own jacket, the man entirely content to steal those soft, fleeting kisses as his lover's fingers so worked at that clothing. Sebastian hardly expected that sudden pause as those layers were removed to reveal that still slightly crumbled dress shirt. He yielded, however, to the press of Dorian's hand against his chest, the vampire entirely content to settle upon the edge of that bed. His gaze followed his lover as the King moved to straddle him, his hands shifted to cup Dorian's butt, entirely content to ensure Dorian remained upon his lap despite that precarious position upon the edge of that bed. His lips eagerly met the King's own, that kiss far more ardent than those that had come before it, clearly intending to coax to life those more physical desires. That soft press of Dorian's tongue against his lips prompted his mouth to part. The soft sound reverberating within his lover's throat only caused the man to pull the King closer against him, that simple sound had a fashion of arousing him, if only for how much he adored coaxing those syllables from Dorian's lips.

He was well aware of Dorian's fingers tracing his chest as each button was slowly undone. That touch of Dorian's tongue against his pointed tooth stole all of his attention, the man stilling as the tip of that tender muscle pressed against that sharp point. That taste of blood caused him to lean forward, his tongue brushed against Dorian's own in search of that delectable flavor, only to find himself quite suddenly denied. He was hardly as slow to assist in removing that shirt from his body, only for his lips to press against the Monarch's all over again. That soft touch of Dorian's skin against his own was wholly satisfying, that very sensation one he had desired ever since his lover had been stolen from him. Sebastian leaned backward, falling all too easily against the comfort of that bed, pulling Dorian with him in the process. One hand ever so gingerly slid up the King's body, just enough to slide his fingers between those form-fitting dress pants and undergarments. It was far more teasing than anything else, the way he so pressed the man closer against his frame in all those areas that were quickly beginning to desire his lover's touch, his hips pushed ever so gently against Dorian's own. That want from earlier, it seemed, was all too quick to return to the vampire at that very moment and oh how he so desired his dearly beloved husband.