The plethora of sensation he was so subject too in those moments of intimacy was near overwhelming in the best of ways. How he adored that feeling of Sebastian around him, against him and beneath him. It was in these moments when he might s be permitted to lavish upon his lover every bit of love and affection he so surely felt. Despite the sheer number of times the pair had been together Dorian so never tired of it. That utter adoration for the man he loved so assuring that continued passion and utter desire for Sebastian in every way. The feel of that sun somehow offset that cool of the paint that now coated both their figures. That slight, ocean breeze only further prompting the sensitivity off his already sensitive form. Dorian assured this was a perfect setting and a near perfect moment in time altogether. That press of Sebastian's hand to his backside was readily felt, Dorian so hardly giving consideration to his lovers intention in this until the press of the man's finger against that sensitive part of himself. The Monarch utterly unable to prevent that soft gasp that left him and too that ready moan of pleasure that followed. Dorian attempting to press back into that touch as much as he was able if only to coax more from his lover.

That very touch, it seemed, so readily prompted those further rolls of the Monarch's hips. His hand lowered, coming to rest on Sebastian's hip and further encourage the vampire to meet that new pace his body near demanded off him in that quickly mounting sensation of pleasure. Those very groans so fell from his lips more frequently now, punctuating each thrust off his hips within his lover. Dorian's breathing near as erratic as his racing heart in those all-too pivotal moments. That very tightening off his husbands figure around him giving way to that insistence the vampire was surely nearing that very high in turn. Sebastian's living figure so lacking that endurance off his undead one and yet Dorian so hardly minded in any sense. That playing field perhaps far more level then it so normally was. The Monarch too relishing in the simple sensitivity that living figure so afforded his husband. Each roll of his hips came faster and more firmly then, that very release so tantalizing within reach and yet Dorian was wholly determined to have Sebastian find that same peak in turn. The Monarch at last allowing that affinity to embrace them both. That feeling of life washing over his companion and bringing to life each nerve and sensation within his figure, encouraging that state of hyper awareness off but every single part of himself, that very life coaxing those sensations of utter pleasure in turn. Sebastian's very figure so responding to that affinity with that arch of his back and too the manner in which his hand seemed to clutch at that plastic.

Dorian himself was simply incapable of holding back any longer, those italian words so muttered from his lips right along with Sebastian's name in that moment of pleasurable release he found within his lover. That feeling of Sebastian so coming undone around him only further those very sensations until the Monarch was left utterly breathless in the wake of it. Dorian so hardly desiring to move beyond that gentle, careful withdrawal that prompted that final soft sound from Sebastian himself. Dorian coming to rest against the Prince's chest as they both struggled to catch their breaths in the wake of the aftermath. His body felt near hot beneath that sun and coated in that sheen of sweat and yet that veritable afterglow was entirely satisfying all the same. How pleasing it was to see Sebastian so subject to that same exhaustion, his breath uneven and heart as erratic as the Fae Kings own. Those very effects so often recovered from in mere seconds by that vampiric form. His living figure far more subject to those physical limitations and yet, in this, Dorian could hardly help that near curiosity of sorts. The Monarch prone to wonder whether or not Sebastian, sometimes, enjoyed that feeling of being tired- of feeling truly sated in every sense. The feel of the vampires hand coming to rest upon his back was entirely welcomed as Dorian so struggled to even his own breathing. That warm simper upon his lips.

It was some moments still before the Monarch so at last seemed to find his voice. Dorian inclined to wonder just how they might get off that canvas at all let alone back into that house. Sebastian near breathlessly assuring him they had something in the kit for that as his silvered gaze drifted towards it. His own figure so finally shifted from its place against his husband. Dorian carefully rising to his knees before slipping his feet off that canvas and easing himself upward. His hand was held down for Sebastian now to assist the vampire in rising so they might examine that artwork. His husband only having just grasped his hand before the very sound of someone else saw the Fae pause. Dorian turning to glance behind him then only to spy that other couple making their way down to the shared beach at the end of the trail that weaved its way past his and Sebastian's own lodge. His own figure so hurriedly dropped once more. Sebastian so unfortunately given truly little warning before the vampire was near unceremoniously tackled back onto that canvas a moment later. That utterly perplexed look so prompting that chuckle to Dorian's own features as the Fae King so struggled to keep them both down and out of view as that other couple passed. The Monarch seeming to realise perhaps too late the sheer absurdity off his own actions and the manner in which he had utterly forgotten his own invisibility. This, it seemed, prompting that very laughter from him even as he tried to stifle it against Sebastian's shoulder. The vampires own chuckle resnating then.

It was only once that other couple had disappeared entirely that Dorian so at last attempted to stifle those chuckles. His head nodded readily to Sebastian's insistence they had surely had enough paint for one day, the Monarch carefully extricating himself from his lover once more before slowly rising to his feet and assisting Sebastian in doing the same as they stepped from that canvas and into the plastic that surrounded it. Dorian terribly careful not to leave painted footprints on that verandah as he came to stand beside the Prince, his shoulder leaned affectionately into his companions own as he eyed that blue and gold artwork near critically. That simper quickly finding his lips once more. This, by far, the strangest artwork he had ever completed. The Monarch near assured he could see that very place he had slipped in the paint to begin with along with where Sebastian's back had rested and his cheek had touched that paint. Dorian's own head tilting slightly to view each of those lines and marks from a new angle. There was something decidedly....exciting about that painting, in the knowledge of each one of those marks and its meanings, in the way that blue and gold paint seemed to blend in the fashion Sebastian and himself surely did. Dorian glancing toward his lover then.

"I am utterly assured no one else will have any idea what it is supposed to be and yet- I find I rather like it, immensely so. I have never collaborated with another on any piece before and yet I would work with you again."

That near impish smile found his lips in that moment. Dorian chuckling softly before leaning upward to place that soft kiss upon that side off his lovers cheek not coated in gold paint. The silver off his gaze lingering upon that artwork still as it begun to dry in that warm sun. How terribly amusing it might be, in time, to have others ask them off that piece. Dorian so already contemplating just how he might explain it as that paint begun to dry on his own skin, the Fae gesturing to that kit once more.

"Let us see if we can find those plastic slippers and take ourselves to the bath. I think perhaps we should hang that in our hall, it is a terribly bold place to hang it I know but I think I should be amused to have others see it- unless you might desire it elsewhere?"

He paused then, glancing back toward Sebastian as he moved to fish those strange looking plastic slippers out of that kit, the Monarch eyeing them with a clear measure of distaste before passing a pair to his husband in turn before seeing about fitting his own into place.

"These are the most unflattering shoes I have ever worn. Darling, don't look at me too much in these, I don't want you to remember my wearing them ever."

Even Dorian, on occasion, was prone to that simple vanity. Amusement tainting those words all the same. His attention lingering a little longer on that very painting they had created. It had been a perfect gift, one they would be thoroughly assured to remember from now on. Dorian rather assured he enjoyed those blues and golds and they way they interacted off their own accord. It would be a terribly interesting thing, he was assured, to try such an experiment again and see whether or not those future couplings so created the same pattern. Dorian wholly content to consider that very idea before that drying paint further turned his thoughts to that heated bath and the pleasure to be taken in rubbing that paint from his skin. His hand easily reached for Sebastian's own once more, Dorian content to lead the way back into that lavish lodge , the Fae distinctly careful not to touch anything as he did. Those idle words offered then.

"Bastian? I find I should like to know something else about when you were younger. Do you recall how we spoke of our first times earlier? I should like to know, I think, what was the very worst date you ever had with a woman when you were human?"

There was no true point behind that question at all, Dorian simply inclined to ask for the amusement off it, for that curiosity he found in so picturing his lover as a young man and too- for that very look into that victorian culture it so provided him. The pair so rarely talked about those early years of their lives and yet, today, Dorian found himself intrigued off just that very thing- at least those more amusing portions of it. That near impish look so found his own features then as they made their way to the bathroom.

"Shall I tell you mine? I was nineteen years old, a young woman named Catalina was visiting our court. I thought her to be the most lovely thing. I invited her to walk out with me to the gardens behind the palace. Walking through the gardens was quite the rage then you see. We had only gotten about halfway around when her foot fell quite accidentally into a rabbit hole. It might not have been so bad had her shoe not become entrapped and she so disturbed an ant nest which prompted them to bite her. I was so terrified of the ants I couldn't help her and had to summon the palace guard. Needless to say we did not walk out again."

That very chuckle rose easily within his throat once more, that bright grin upon his features as that heated water so begun to fill that large, luxurious tub, that water pouring from a small waterfall of sorts in the wall. Dorian so testing that very temperature to assure it was sufficiently warm. His gaze turned back to his lover again.

"I quite think I would fight an ant for you though, if it was so required of me. I fancy you more than I did her."

Dorian Aragona