There was something quite exquisite in the aftermath of those very actions. For all the utter delight he so took in those sexual acts, the Monarch could hardly deny that simple sense of satisfaction, of contentment and closeness and affection and warmth, that seemed to blossom in the wake of its completion. He adored those moments of heavy breathing and racing hearts, of Sebastian resting against him as even his vampiric frame took those moments to recover. The man's tongue brushing against his neck in an effort to close those wounds he had made in those final, pivotal moments of bliss. Dorian so hardly minding either that bite or very possessiveness he wholly suspected was behind it. The Monarch long ago having ceased to worry about others seeing those marks in any sense. Besides, he quite liked the idea of the world knowing just whom he belonged too as Sebastian so surely belonged to him in equal measure. Age-old as those ideals of ownership were the Fae King could hardly deny the pleasure he took in considering them all the same.

His lips pressed with a gentle affection to his lovers forehead, stealing that soft moan from him as Sebastian carefully eased himself backward. Dorian taking that moment to shift his own figure from his lovers lap. That quiet inhale from the vampire readily in time with that soft sound off his own in response to that very action. Dorian afforded little time to truly contemplate the sensitivity of his figure in the wake of that consummation before he felt himself be tugged readily down onto those silken sheets. The Fae unable to prevent that soft chuckle that very action prompted from within himself as he easily settled in that newfound position upon his stomach. His head rested within his hand as he eyed the man beside him in those moments of perfect satiation. That simple tiredness an entirely welcomed feeling, one that welcomed in that contentment in turn. Those desires to remain decidedly close to his lover tugging at him forcefully then as Sebastian's thumb moved to brush affectionately against his cheek. That very gresture prompting that near beaming grin from the Monarch before those gently uttered words only further seemed to delight him. How readily he knew them to be true in but every fashion and yet- how pleasurable it was to hear them all the same. Dorian so hardly hesitating to assure Sebastian of the very same. That love, he was sure, would simply never fade in any sense. How he meant each of those words in turn! He had, in all his life, never loved another quite as fiercely as he loved Sebastian. That very love all-encompassing.

His lips easily found the vampires own in that stolen moment, Sebastian eagerly affording him that pilfered kiss as Dorian rolled upon his back to press himself against the vampires side and satisfy those lingering wants for closeness while reaching for the man's hand. His finger's interlaced with Sebastian's own in that simple gesture then. Dorian raising both their hands above them if only to admire those rings resting beside one another now. Rings that had taken on only further meaning in the wake of that ceremony. That marriage now official in every way. Dorian assured he would remember each part of this day for as long as he lived. The Monarch commenting readily on the success of that very wedding. The sounds of the celebration still ongoing outside seeming to drift through that opened window then, that simper upon his lips only widening at the sound. The white curtain billowed gently in that evening breeze and yet that still roaring fire kept any real chill at bay, assuring that breeze remained nothing short of pleasant against his skin.

Sebastian shifted softly then, the vampire rolling to rest against his chest, Dorian entwining his legs with the man's own in a gesture purely instinctive and wholly satisfying as Sebastian fit perfectly against him. His lovers head resting perfectly upon his chest as his free hand merely settled in those brunette locks, his other hand so letting those rose petals rain playfully down upon them- catching in their hair and lashes. Sebastian's soft murmur that the consummation had surely been the best part readily saw his own eyes roll playfully, another chuckle stirred from within him then. Those distinctly Italian lyrics parting his lips.

"Penso che potrei farlo di nuovo tra venti minuti circa."

(I quite think I could do it again in twenty minutes or so.)

One eye merely arched upwards in that wholly impish fashion, his silver gaze glancing toward the blue off his lovers own. After all, they had several hours till dawn still. Dorian seeing little reason as to why they could not enjoy that same closeness and affection all over again. That near gentle touch of Sebastian's fingers to his chest readily prompted that soft sound of satisfaction from within him. Dorian quite enjoying that chaste and affectionate touch of his fingers as he so proclaimed himself looking forward to that honeymoon, another chuckle humming from within him at his husbands assurance he was likely unwilling to stop honeymooning in any sense.

"We shall have to be sure to take a vacation every year in the very least. I am terribly excited about seeing new places. I don't know which I am actually more excited about. Sweden, the Galapagos Islands, Barcelona or Cyprus and Corsica......"

Dorian so considering too the pleasure he would surely take in meeting people they had not met before, Sebastian's query as to why readily prompting the Monarch's assurance that he looked quite forward to being able to introduce Sebastian as his husband. Such a want decidedly simple and yet how very much he looked forward to it! Even if so much of the world already knew that very fact. A part of the King simply desired to say it all the sam. That ready laughter that bubbled from his husbands lips so prompting that gentle, playful push of the man's shoulder. Sebastian assuring him they would surely meet new people to offer those introductions too soon. Dorian unable to prevent the grin that found his lips all the same, any further words readily stolen then by that press of Sebastian's lips to his own. The Fae King eagerly returning that kiss. Dorian deepening it ever so slightly as those wants for affection continued to tug at him.

"Do you know, we have a mountain of presents to open too?"

Dorian had but barely glimpsed in that present room earlier to spy those piles of gifts from nearly every country in Europe let alone the world at large. A good deal of their guests having merely donated to those charities in their names as they had so requested and yet- quite a number had chosen to give a gift all the same. Dorian knowing well how much his lover so enjoyed unwrapping those boxes in every sense. Sebastian sure to have a field day of unwrapping when they returned. That prospect of a holiday however, of time away from the politics and the world itself was by far the most glorious thought.

"Bastian?"

His gaze glanced downward then, meeting the bright blue off his lovers own as they lay so perfectly entwined and within each others arms. Those words entirely meaningful and yet laced with but that touch of teasing upon the very end. After all, Sebastian had a new title to so become used to hearing.

"I am looking forward to but every bit of my life with you- Your Highness."