Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy

A warm simper spread across the vampire's features as he watched his husband nestle closer towards him, that time of the evening clearly meaningless in that moment as sleep so desperately clung to him. It was entirely tempting to simply allow the fae to sleep, those very feelings of adoration blossomed within his chest at the mere sight of the man he'd married only just over a month prior. That uninterrupted romantic bliss in the aftermath of that wedding had certain hit the vampire hard. His fingers rose to gingerly intertwine within his lover's brunette locks as the King dozed against him. Though Sebastian saw fit to remind Dorian of those obligations they had made, he still made no effort to further awaken the Monarch. After all, Sebastian knew well how sincerely Dorian took his responsibilities. No matter how sluggish they might be or how much they wanted to sleep, the pair would board that plane later that evening without fail. His navy eyes briefly met that silver hue of Dorian's own, as his lover fought with that veritable exhaustion. The sight of that small smile that spread across his lover's features only served to brighten that grin on his face.

Sebastian watched as that glimpse of wakefulness shifted into confusion, any comment he might have been given of that upcoming trip instead was replaced by a far more important query - how they had gotten home from the festival the previous evening. It was almost endearing, that baffled look on Dorian's features as Sebastian promised him that they had walked that short distance from those festival grounds to the glamorous hotel. That confusion only seemed to deepen upon the King's features at that trip back that he clearly struggled to remember, not that such was terribly surprising. After all, his husband had been...notably intoxicated by then, caring little for the rules of the road or the sidewalk or the lights that designated traffic. His head bobbed in response to that very question, confirming his lover's query. "Mmhm." Sebastian answered, pausing at that query of the time it had been. He hadn't exactly bothered to check the exact hour and yet, given the color of the sky at the time and the distinct closeness to the rise of the sun, "I think it was close to four in the morning?" The vampire commented with a small note of hesitance. The party had been far over, at the very least, those after party festivities had begun even if most of the participants, like themselves, were sloppily drunk by the time.

He watched as the fae King considered that new information, though it hardly seemed to vex him any further as Dorian rolled on top of Sebastian's bare chest. The vampire could hardly deny how blissful that feeling was - the sensation of Dorian's skin against his own, of the King's body heat, so warming the eternal coldness of his undead frame. His eyebrow rose ever so slightly as Dorian's gaze abruptly shifted towards the hotel room, glancing around the contents as if he was hardly sure where he was. He watched as Dorian glance down at their bare chests, that inquisitiveness clear on his features before the King finally asked after his clothes. The very question prompted laughter from Sebastian's lips before he assured the King that he hardly lost those clothes, quite on the opposite, it was the vampire himself that had so keenly stripped the Monarch with the very intention to lavish those affections upon his lover's form, at least, until Dorian fell asleep. That soft gasp upon his lover's lips only prompted another chuckle from the vampire before his bare shoulders rose in a small shrug. "Apparently I was lacking last night." The vampire uttered in an almost teasing tone.

His navy blue irises never once left the fae Monarch as Dorian's head settled back on his chest with an audible groan. He could feel the King's fingers tracing a warm trail against the hard plains of his chest. His arm gingerly draped over his husband, entirely content to simply enjoy that sweet tranquility of that moment, particularly in the aftermath of the night before. His darkly hued irises once again met the silver of Dorian's as his lover's head rose almost abruptly, only to inquire after Sebastian's own hangover. It was, admittedly, the best perk to his life as the undead. He vaguely remembered what it felt like, the days after those parties. Though he'd hardly been drunk those evenings, such a state of inebriation entirely taboo in that rigid culture, he had remembered well how slow he was to rise and attend college or work the day after. The first hour after waking had always been the hardest. It was but that hunger that tugged at him most of all. That thirst gnawed at him, making the vampire only more aware of the very scent of the fae settled against him - and too the liquor that still flowed in Dorian's veins. His lips twitched ever so slightly at Dorian's sudden assertion that this was cheating. "I am sure it is." The vampire responded with a grin, entirely willing to admit that he had the far better end of things when it came to enjoying those excessive festivities.

He hardly anticipated that sudden dramatic flop back onto his chest, much less the arm that suddenly draped over his face, the smell all the more poignant as Dorian's arm settled against his nose. He was hardly inclined to steal that blood so teasingly offered to him, that arm shoved playfully away even despite those French words he was given. Sebastian hardly missed that impish look upon Dorian's features as his lips pressed against Sebastian's chest. That trail only moved further upwards towards his collarbone until Dorian's lips pressed against his own. A small sound was coaxed from the back of his throat at that sweet kiss, even though it was far too fleeting for the Prince's preference. Even despite Dorian's announcement that he felt slightly better, Sebastian was unwilling to let his husband go, not quite yet. Rather, he reached up, one hand settling behind the King's neck as he pulled Dorian back down, his lips all too eagerly interlocked with his husband's own. He shifted beneath the King, rolling the pair so that Dorian was settled beneath the weight of his body. How he adored that very taste of the King, how those deepened kisses could so readily stir that desire within him!

Gingerly, he pulled away from the King, just enough to announce that sex was surely the best hangover cure he knew. That ready laughter on Dorian's lips caused a grin to cross his own before his head bobbed in assurance. After all the time he had spent with Dorian, his desire for intimacy with the man never seemed to wane. Sebastian leaned down to press one final kiss upon his lover's lips before he pulled away, leaning towards the phone to place that call for room service. After all, they had paid well for that butler to serve them the entirety of the trip, they might as well take advantage of it. It was only after that order had been placed, and the Prince assured that it would arrive shortly, that he placed the phone back on the receiver. His attention returned towards his lover as he promised that having some food within the King's stomach would surely help with those symptoms that so assaulted the Monarch. He glanced towards the fae as Dorian informed him that he had quite favored Sebastian's original plan - a sentiment that the vampire readily agreed with.

He hardly required much coaxing at all before the vampire settled over the King, one arm was placed beside his lover, carefully keeping his balance. His other hand gingerly brushed against Dorian's jawline as he leaned down to press his lips back against Dorian's own. He was vaguely aware of Dorian's hand on his bare hip and yet, it was the sudden press of Dorian's hips against his own that truly drew his attention. His own hips pressed all too eagerly back against his lover's form, the vampire entirely aware of that thin fabric that separated their physics. That low groan reverberated in the back of his throat before that kiss was tenderly broken. He was entirely attentive to his lover's lips as Dorian's kisses progressed down his jawline towards his all too sensitive neck. That very desire already beginning to settle within his groin. That lavished affection, however, was readily halted by the sound of a knock on the door. Even Sebastian couldn't stop that groan of disappointment from his lips as he rolled off his husband, flopping on the bed in an exasperated fashion.

Sebastian's gaze shifted as the butler entered with that cart of food. Although Sebastian could certainly smell those dishes he had ordered, it was the scent of the Butler himself that truly drew his attention, capturing his gaze for several moments before Dorian thanked the man, prompting him to leave. He watched as Dorian pulled himself from those sheets only to settle with that tray between them. The vampire slowly drew himself upwards, only to reach for that cup of tea he had requested for himself. He sipped upon that warm drink as he watched his lover all but devour that toast, the food, it seemed, was particularly well received. He glanced up at the sound of his lover's voice. Sebastian's head briefly shook to the side and yet, he was inquisitive of that fancy legal document. "How so?" He inquired, that inquisitiveness particularly potent at the mention of it being a legal document, no less. Really, he was rather surprised that Matteo's legal team had too gotten involved in such an affair, not that Sebastian knew the logistics of recognizing the French Ambassador as the rightful father of the reigning King in the first place. His studying of law was particularly lax in the affairs of the Monarchy.

He watched as Dorian's attention turned again towards that toast, quite near devouring it before he inquired after Corsica. A small shrug crossed his shoulders. "I should hope we're not flying there for a set of dining room chairs. Why anyone bothers to give us furniture I'll never understand. Do they think our houses are barren?" He inquired, a small frown briefly crossed his features. Perhaps they could give them to some...furniture drive for the impoverished. It seemed pointless for them to hold so many pieces of furniture that would go unused. He brought the tea to his lips, his navy eyes glancing over the rim of the teacup at the King whilst his lover spoke. That sentence, however, was interrupted by a sudden query, one that saw his own gaze turn downwards towards the tray. A small noise left his lips as Dorian picked it up and yet, before he could even speak a word, the King was already tasting it. "Ah, I've forgotten, I'm sorry darling. It's not for tasting. Here." He picked up that glass of apple juice, handing it to the fae. "Place it on the back of your tongue and swallow it whole. It's meant to make your headache go away. It's awful, I know, but I promise it is effective. Even if I suppose it will taint your blood for a bit." An almost sad tone filled his voice at that realization that this was the first modern medicine Dorian would have consumed. It was...displeasing in some aspects and yet, the welfare of the King was vastly more important to him then the flavor of the man.....he supposed.