he was both everything you could ever want
and nothing you could ever have

Sebastian had dedicated a particular amount of care to choosing each of those birthday presents. This celebration was their first as husbands and the Englishman was determined to ensure that each of them was noteworthy. He had struggled to find something truly appropriate for his husband, after all, on their honeymoon, it felt fitting to give a more...sensual gift and yet, he wanted it to be something for Dorian and not just a gift meant to satisfy his own unending desire for the fae King. He had considered those plants Dorian put so much effort into and yet there was little in the way of gifts he could provide the Monarch as far as those seeds, plants, and soil. He had contemplated that art that Dorian often lost himself within, and yet he had ensured the man's office was well stocked with those supplies but the week prior to their wedding. No, Sebastian had needed something unique, something to enable him to dote his affection on the Italian, something that took thought for Dorian's own hobbies and lies. And then, on one of the dozens of dozens of websites he visited in a desperate hope for ideas, he had stumbled upon this. It was perfect.

The name itself prompted a small simper upon his features as Dorian uttered those three words out-loud. That name would surely be quite literal when they came to utilize that art kit and yet, for now, Sebastian remained silent beyond that soft noise of encouragement. That puzzlement upon Dorian's features was altogether clear as he watched the man open that lid of the seemingly mundane box to reveal a plethora of supplies neatly tugged away in they own individual places. Sebastian leaned ever closer towards his lover at that moment, glancing at those colors he had chosen from the website and yet, had not yet seen. His fingers lightly brushed over the surface of those colored bottles as he inquired if Dorian knew exactly what that very gift was meant for. He was hardly surprised, at least initially, that Dorian failed to understand the true implications of exactly what he was being offered and yet, before the vampire could even begin to explain the significance behind the contents, that connection was so quickly made with the title of that box, the paint within, and that very specific night in which they had so unintentionally branched into this very sort of activity.

His bright blue eyes watched as that grin spread across his lover's features, his own lips tugged ever so slightly in a returning grin as that near silent understanding passed between them. That correction to Dorian's earlier confusion was hardly necessary, much less the rather chaste fashion in which the King so worded that statement and yet, Sebastian was altogether pleased that the Monarch finally understood all the same. That soft chuckle left his lips at that near enthusiasm that proposition seemed to prompt within the fae King and yet, he was rather certain that this painting was capable of being far more than their last effort. After all, though there had been some measure of confidence within those firm caresses and sexual exploits, the pair were still tentatively dancing around those tender emotions. Now, there were no longer such childish doubts. Now, as those rings upon their fingers and that new bracelet upon Dorian's wrist, they were forever. It only seemed fitting, in a way, to repeat that activity in a new fashion. That declaration that the gift was the amalgamation of their own favored activities only prompted a sort of boyish insistence from the vampire as he insisted that he had told Dorian such.

Unfortunately, Sebastian hardly had the opportunity to respond to his lover's teasing retort before the King's lips pressed but briefly against his own, effectively cutting off any sort of defense Sebastian might have mounted for his altogether vague 'hint'. What he hadn't expected, however, was the King's announcement that he had an idea for that gift. And for once, he thought he was presenting Dorian with an idea! Still, the vampire hardly balked at the notion of that plausible suggestion. The Englishman was, after all, an ever-willing participant to those very adventures that Dorian might beset them with. He watched, inquisitively, as the King moved that basket to the side, only to provide him with that ability to quite near straddle the Prince. Sebastian's own lips all too eagerly returned that kiss that was unexpectedly thrust upon him. He fell back into the comforting embrace upon that bed, the vampire's hands altogether content to settle upon the Monarch's frame as Dorian deepened that kiss. God, these were the sort of kisses that so often could lead to something else, the very taste of Dorian upon his lips was nothing short of intoxicating!

He was rather remiss to see that kiss end and yet, that idea that so fluttered within Dorian's thoughts remained at the forefront of his own mind. His head settled within his lover's brunette locks as Dorian settled against his chest, only to offer that idea of utilizing that art kit on that next stop of their prolonged honeymoon - much less upon those balcony's their room was afforded....and in the sunlight no less. The sheer notion caused a glimpse of surprise upon his features at the sheer boldness of that idea and yet, it was hardly the sort of thing Sebastian would object to. After all, had he not teased the King with some version of that very thing all those years ago? That sudden inquiry as to when Sebastian had last enjoyed the comforts of another beneath the warmth of that sun, however, prompted the vampire to pause. His eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly as he tried to think back upon his youth and yet, given the strictness of that Victorian era, he could quite safely say that this was an activity the man had never quite ventured to enjoy. That simple assurance that this would be entirely new to him too brought blatant surprise to his lover's features, that sudden inquiry only mirrored that astonishment.

It was no secret, of course, the sort of activities that Sebastian had engaged within for the better part of his undead life. His promiscuity, after all, had been the very catalyst for their meeting. Even throughout those early days of their attraction, he had still eagerly bedded others in his eternal search for satisfaction. There was precious little Sebastian had not experienced or had offered to him in those two-hundred years. Perhaps, it was normal for that shock that, in this, Sebastian was lacking. And yet, truly, when one so added the element of the sun, there was precious little that the vampire had done beneath her warm bask. Even those sweet kisses were far too easily seen under her light. No, those daring activities were done near exclusively under the light of the moon. It was a fact that Sebastian was all too content to inform the King of. After all, when he had taken so many of Dorian's own firsts, there were no qualms in offering his husband a first of his own. He was hardly surprised by that almost giddy grin that seemed to cross the King's features at the very realization of this.

He watched briefly as Dorian's hand rose, only to run through his own brunette locks. That brush of his hair was short lived before the King's fingers gingerly trailed downwards to rest upon his cheek. The gentleness to those words alone prompted a small simper upon his features and yet, Sebastian still found his head shaking ever so slightly. "I am sure there are many others for you to find, Ma Bichette." He uttered in simple reassurance and yet, even Sebastian could hardly deny he found himself looking forward to that Island and all that it would soon be offering him. That gift of paint had somehow become far more then even he had ever hoped for. That small simper settled upon his features as Dorian leaned forward once again, the press of the Monarch's body against his, and indeed those sweet lips had a fashion of making Sebastian entirely forget the messy state of that bedroom. All that mattered at that moment, all that ever really mattered, was Dorian.

Sebastian Ellington-Aragona