For all the delight of that wedding and the following reception, for all the happiness he had found today and indeed- he would never forget this very day for as long as he lived- the Monarch could hardly help that simple contentment he found within the quiet of that beautifully decorated room and the warmth of the embrace of both that flickering fire and his newly-wedded husband. It was a perfect finish to that evening. That very event having come near full circle to so finally see them back where they had started that very 'morning' before Matteo and Giles and Charles had separated them to get ready for that very ceremony. That mere promise of 'tonight' left to linger between them. He could hardly help the fashion in which he so desired to close that distance between his lover and himself within that very doorway. Dorian offering that utterance in regard to the perfection of that ceremony even if that smile he had worn all day had surely been simple reassurance of the pleasure he had taken in those events all the same. A part of the man simply desiring to announce it as his arms wove about the vampires neck, his lips pressing almost teasingly to that flesh, only to be rewarded with that soft sound of contentment. That softly spoken declaration of love surely entirely fitting for this very day when so many had commented upon that very affection they saw so readily within the pair. The Monarch relishing the very idea that others might so openly see that love between them. A love they knew existed so profoundly all the same.

The simple return of those three singular words so had a habit of prompting that near fluttering warmth to his chest just as it had the very first time Sebastian had uttered it. The simper upon his lips widening all the more in the wake of that admittance before his gaze drifted readily towards that beautifully made bed adorned in no small measure of rose petals. He would need remember to thank his staff for their efforts later. His thoughts in that moment inclined only towards that ready desire he had so struggled to hold at bay for much of the evening. The Monarch near desperate to be allowed to finally express those emotions and simple adoration for his lover in that most intimate fashion. Those closed doors so finally permitting them both that singular closeness they desired and too- that chance to love one another with every bit of affection they need surely restrain when in the company of others. Sebastian's hand so readily took his own in those moments, Dorian all-too willing to allow himself to be led to that bed, his own shoes removed in the same efficient manner before the vampire lent easily against the edge- his fingers reaching for the buttons of that jacket.

Dorian's own figure shifted easily, the Fae more than willing to assist in the removal of that jacket and those layers beneath. Sebastian's comment upon the pleasing silver grey hue of that outfit prompting that ready grin to his lips. Dorian having spent the better part of several days agonizing over that very choice and driving that poor dressmaker to utter distraction with his concerns over several shades of near identical grey. He had been uncertain about that colour at all. Grey not a shade he utilised any more often then Sebastian donned that black that so seemed to personify his species and yet, for the sake of tradition and expectation the Fae King had done just that. Dorian willing to admit that he had not at all disliked the results. Once a decision had finally been made upon that exact shade. The Fae King near assured that dressmaker would still refuse to work with him in the future after the time he had given her in his quest for perfection. Sebastian's insistence that surely she would not deny a request from her King only furthering that grin upon his lip. Those near teasing words easily finding him then.

"Yes, this is true. I can be very bossy when I desire."

That easy chuckle hummed readily within his throat as Sebastian reached that next layer of clothing, the vampire hardly hurried in his actions and yet Dorian hardly desired him to be. For all the comfort of that form fitting outfit he could so hardly deny the satisfaction of so being free of it. His skin responding near sensitively to the warmth of that room and the touch of that breeze and yet- it was the simply trace of Sebastian's fingers that so readily occupied his attention as his shoulders rolled almost reflectively now that they were free of that constriction. How simple that touch and yet, how he adored it all the same, his very skin responding to the trace of Sebastian's fingers before his silver gaze lingered upon the vampires own attire. Dorian desiring a great deal more closeness then what they had so far achieved. That compliment on that singular colour leaving his lips all the same, the Fae king near remiss to have to remove those layers from him and yet- that utter desire for Sebastians skin against his own demanded no less. The vampires near impish insistence it would look better on the floor prompting the return of that simper.

"That it would."

He agreed readily. Dorian all to willing to indulge in those fleeting kisses before that jacket was slipped from his figure and tosses haphazardly to the ground, that waistcoat along with it, leaving only that dress shirt in place. His hand lifted easily then, pressing upon his lovers chest to coax the man to sit upon the edge of the bed, Dorian moving readily to straddle his lap then. Sebastian's hands so cupping his butt entirely welcomed. Such a position readily allowing for that far more ardent, more intimate kiss. The very kind Dorian adored the most and found himself near craving. Sebastian always had been an examplorary kisser. That single, soft sound of satisfaction as that kiss only deepend stirred readily within his throat, Sebastian tugging him all the closer in response. The first hints of that state of arousal readily becoming clear as his fingers continued to work deftly at those buttons- relishing the feel of the hard plains of the man's chest beneath. Yet- Dorian was so hardly done in that moment. The Monarch entirely aware of how best to appeal to both sides off his lovers nature and too- how best to garner all off his attention at once. The tip of his tongue so effortlessly found that favoured right fang to press delicately upon it. Dorian marvelling at how sharp that fang truly was, that faint touch of blood welling to the surface as Sebastian near froze in its presence. It hardly seemed to take even a moment for that taste to prompt the vampire forward in search of only more. Dorian so affording him those few moments to relish in that taste before leaning gently away to rid him of that unbuttoned shirt entirely.

That reward of skin on skin was nothing short of glorious, his lips eagerly returned to Sebastian's own. Those sensations utterly satisfying and yet that simple closeness was still not enough. Dorian desiring only more off his husband in every sense. The vampires sudden roll backward onto the bed readily prompted that near playful chuckle from himself. The Fae King readily content to have Sebastian beneath him on that bed. Even the sensation of those sheets against his skin was decidedly pleasing. His figure adjusting just so as to straddle the vampires hips now with one knee either side as he rested above him. That sudden slide of his lovers fingers against his figure was hardly missed, Sebastian's hand effortlessly slipping between his figure and those few remaining garments to brush all-too teasingly against those areas of himself that had rapidly begun to crave that attention. Those more intimate parts responding near instantly, that sudden, sharp intake of breath from the Monarch himself, surely giving away that sensitivity.

Dorian's own hips rolled forward in an effort to have Sebastian afford him those firmer touches. The shift of his lovers hips against him readily increasing that want, Sebastian's own desires becoming all the more clear. Dorian quite unable to prevent that slightly squirming action in some desire for that greater friction, the first soft sounds of that pleasure stirring within his throat as he lent easily forward once more. It was, he knew, a decidedly great risk to allow his lovers fingers to remain where they were. Dorian wholly aware of just how skillful the man might prove to be with them and yet he so craved that touch all the same. His hand shifted briefly downward, effortlessly undoing his own pants- allowing Sebastian's fingers all the more access in a clear effort to coax those very touches from him. His fingers shifted between them then to easily find the button and zip of Sebastian's own- affording him that same small measure of comfort before his lips pressed against the vampires jaw and down to his neck.

That near impish grin so readily danced upon his own features then. Dorian wholly aware of just how sensitive Sebastian's neck was and how easily he might coax those splendid sounds from him. His lips pressed eagerly to that skin. Dorian effortlessly working that trail from just below the man's ear and down toward his collarbone, his teeth and tongue content to add to the firmness of those sweet kisses as one hand trailed idly up his lovers side. It was a simple matter of so finding just that right spot to prompt these sounds from his lover. Dorian taking advantage of the vampires parted lips in that moment to ever-so gently brush his thumb across Sebastian's upper lip and toward that sharpened fang once more, the Fae easily pressing his thumb to it in much the same way as he had his tongue only minutes ago. His lips affording the vampires neck that final touch of affection before leaning away. The Monarch sat gently back upon his lovers hips now, even that soft touch of friction so gloriously tempting as that simper found his lips once more. Dorian so briefly examining his thumb so decorated in those thin scarlett lines. His gaze returned to Sebastian then, the Monarch hardly uttering a word. That playful grin hardly faltering.

His thumb easily brushed along the curve of his own neck, another light streak afforded to his chest, Dorian wholly aware of each of those senses he strove to appeal to in that moment. The sight of that crimson hue he knew to be decidedly tempting to his lover, right along with that scent. His thumb brushed downward and over his hip before the Monarch paused once more, his figure shifting just enough to allow him to shimmy both his dress pants and boxer shorts downward to afford his lover that uninterrupted sight of what rested beneath. What remained of that blood was delicately applied to that fine skin off his groin in just that place he knew Sebastian adored to bite the very most- even if he rarely partook of it. Such an area slower to heal and yet, this evening Dorian hardly found himself holding any concerns. His gaze lifted upward once more in a distinct curiosity for how much longer Sebastian might so be able to resist that temptation Dorian readily offered him. His fingers moving at last to that most sensitive part of himself, running that length and back agian. Dorian entirely aware of that sight he provided.