There was a distinct note of pleasure to be found in Sebastian's ready agreement to that idea of finding someone to teach him how to swim. Dorian, for all his age, so strove to 'catch up' with the modern world and all the aspects off it he had missed. The ability to swim, he was sure, once such skill the majority of the world had been content to learn while he had been otherwise predisposed. It was silly perhaps, something of a childish whim in a sense, and yet Sebastian was a notably skilled swimmer- at least by Dorian's assessment. The Monarch finding himself so desiring to be able to do those things his husband did, not matter how juvenile such a notion. The Fae King did, in truth, hold a decidedly respectable fear of the ocean- such an ideal ingrained within him from birth. The amount of peasant farmers and lords alike whom had lost a child to the sea that surrounded Italy so prompted within the people of the day a wary respect for those ocean tides. That lack of swimming skill only further enforcing it. Those very beliefs so deeply ingrained within the Fae that a part of him still eyed that ocean with the same measure of apprehension- even when Sebastian swum. Yet, their backyard pool was another matter. There was something almost luxuriant about that notion and in this Sebastian was surely right. It was about time that pool had some use.

That simper of satisfaction that lingered upon his lips however was readily disrupted by his singular intention of disrupting Sebastian in turn. Dorian quite assured those few hours his husband had been afforded that peace and chance to doze within the sun was surely long enough. His lips pressed sweetly to that heated flesh of Sebastian's back, Dorian so adoring that warmth that seemed to near radiate from the often cool vampire. That trail of teasing kisses worked its way upward, the very life that so accosted the mans frame seeming to respond eagerly to every touch Dorian offered it and yet how he adored that sensitivity that life might give his lover in turn! That final kiss was pressed eagerly to Sebastian's neck then, the Fae entirely aware of just how much his husband adored to have attention lavished upon that place. The vampires shoulders lifting near on que before that soft chuckle fell from him. Dorian settling contentedly against his companions back now that he had succeeded in being perfectly distracting.The Monarch admitting simply to his adoration off those blue-tinted sunglasses. Sebastian proceeding to eye him over those very objects so affording Dorian's that view off his gaze beneath. That very life so having a habit of returning his husbands gaze to that breathtaking, striking blue it had been in life. How truly he loved Sebastian in either life or death- such a thing so irrevocably true and yet even he could not deny how simply beautiful Sebastian was as a human. It was surely no wonder those women of the world had been so eager to flock to his side- even after his veritable death. Dorian so content to wonder, in that moment, how he had ever been so lucky to have such a being love him back. Even when that very being so seemed content to comment upon his swim trunks. Dorian assured that swim wear was by far the least attractive pair of pants he owned! The Monarch's eyes rolling in the ready playfulness all the same as he continued to rest against his vampiric companion.

His lips pressed once more in that final, playful gesture, against his lovers forehead. That warm simper so adorning his features as he saw fit to comment upon those very magazine articles that neither Sebastian or himself tended to pay very much attention to at all. The amount of correct information they ever seemed to report decidedly lacking and yet those 'Facts' of late had seemed to play upon his mind. Dorian having grown quite tired of those mentions off his inability. Those magazines, in turn, content to praise Sebastian's musical talent. The very idea of it prompting that laughter to his lips. Sebastian suggesting that surely they could leak that existence of a swim coach to the press instead as Dorian nodded.

"Yes, I should quite like to see them find another fact after that."

Ha! Perhaps that would show them. Perhaps then they might so be forced to find out something else about him that was far more complimentary. Dorian so momentarily considering that chance they might yet finding something even more unsatisfactory to replace it with before he simply shook the idea away in favour off so announcing to is lover he had made a truly ctricial decision. The very impish look upon his features perhaps betraying how 'critical' that decision surely was. Dorian shifted easily away from his companion then as Sebastian's head returned to the sand. The Monarch reached for those leaflets he had seen fit to decorate that past hour before settling upon his own stomach within that sand and beside his companion once more. Dorian at last presenting those sheets to his husband with the declaration he had at last perfected his new signature- a task made all the more difficult by the troublesome 'E' of Ellington. The vampire beside him seeming to take amusement in that idea before declaring that signature well suited, Dorian leaning over then to point at Sebastian's own name scripted decoratively down one side, the Monarch so having taken to decorating it with a antler-type style. As if those very deer antlers had folded and formed to make that 'S' itself.

"Your 'S' however, is an excellent letter, it is far more cooperative for decorating purposes in the very least."

His silver-hued gaze lingered upon those very artistic designs for several moments longer. Dorian so readily satisfied in that new signature all the same before his head shifted to rest in his own hand atop that sand. That sun utterly blissful, the simple peace and tranquility of this place far superior to anything the Monarch had ever experienced before. How pleasant it was to be away from work, to be free of those concerns and pressures even if only for a little while. Dorian instead content to share that other piece of news he had so stumbled upon just the evening prior. The very discovery off his own Father's well-hidden middle names. Sebastian too readily seeming to seize onto this veritable gossip as that laughter hummed from his own lips. One silver eye lifted in a manner near conspiratory then as Dorian so regarded his lover, that impish grin readily returned.

"It was a terribly difficult thing to find, do you know I quite think he has had it removed from just about every website that might ever have mentioned it. I managed to find a copy of a document he had signed over forty years ago but one that required his full name. Are you quite braced for this, Mon Cher? It is Matteo Noe Louis Devereux."

That ready laughter fell once more from his lips at even the sound of it so uttered aloud. That No-weee Lou-eee sound so entirely ridiculous even Dorian was content to admit to its absurdity. The Fae King rather assured this was exactly why Matteo hid that name unless he was forced to present it. That grin lingering upon his lips all the same.

"You know, it is a wonder he does not simply convert his name entirely to English? I know it is a matter of tradition and culture and he will not, but Matthew Noah Lewis is at least less inclined to amusement. We must pretend we don't know though. I suspect it is something of a sore point."

That soft chuckle rose from within him once more, that grin hardly faltering in the slightest. Such information, he was sure, would be useful to them one day if only to tease at the ancient Fae a little. Dorian so shifting slightly once more to eye that near sparkling ocean behind them before so turning back to his lover.

"I think, perhaps, it is time we so got rid off this sand if you are ready, Mon Cher? I quite feel like...."

There was a near pause to those accented words, as if Dorian was so required to consider them, his features a near mask of feigned innocence as he so effortlessly offered that innuendo.

"....painting."

He lifted himself easily from that sand then, his hands making some effort to dust that sand from his chest before he turned readily toward the ocean, his bare feet sinking in that heavier, wetter sand as he made his way towards it. Dorian paused but briefly to eye his companion once more. Vampires, he was sure, were distinctly difficult to move once they had found a place to sun themselves and yet he could hardly deny the pleasure he took in Sebastian's contentment all the same. Dorian wandering into that water only as far as he dared, his hands reaching down to cup at that ocean and splash it up against him. That near playful look finding him again as he glanced back towards his husband.

"You know, Bastian. I could very well drown."

That, he knew, would likely prompt the vampire into action even despite the tease to his words and his being barely knee deep in the ocean itself. Dorian softly chuckling once as the vampire so at last seemed to join him. That water, at least, sure to prompt some measure of wakefulness in them both. Dorian looking distinctly forward to sharing that veritable first with his husband. The Monarch reaching down to splash some more of that water on his arms. Dorian content to keep an eye on Sebastian all the same. That anxiety having a way of finding him whenever Sebastian swum out far enough to have his feet off the ground.

"Do you know, Arlo and Abby sent us a postcard from Italy? I am quite certain only Arlo would send us a postcard with a picture of our own palace to us. I think he might well have gotten it from the gift shop outside the grounds. They wanted to thank us for letting them stay during the wedding. That whole time they stayed with us they shared a room and yet I am utterly convinced nothing happened. I wouldn't be surprised if Abby was still a virgin when we get back from our honeymoon. We might have to have them to dinner again, our dinners seem to press their relationship forward."

That distinct note of tease existed within his words all the same, Dorian content to chuckle softly again at that simple notion of their friends and that blossoming relationship they shared, one starkly different in beginnings from Sebastian and his own and yet one Dorian found himself hoping succeeded just as much as his own surely had.

Dorian Aragona