Sebastians very insistence that it had nearly been four in the morning by the time they had managed to navigate those spanish streets and return to that lavish hotel room was very near shocking. Four in the morning! How terribly...wild of them. The sun itself must have so surely been threatening to eclipse that very horizon and yet how little he remembered of it all. How fortunate it was that Sebastian had proven capable of watching over him in his inebriated state- not that he had truly expected anything less off his husband. That very protectiveness he so knew Sebastian had for him (and he so surely felt over Sebastian in turn) was a decidedly comforting thing and one that had served them both well in managing to return home. How terribly little of that party he remembered and yet he must have enjoyed himself rather thoroughly if that was the case. Perhaps it might be better he so failed to remember that night in any great detail. Dorian's head so shook lightly in response as his fit figure rolled effortlessly onto his lovers own to relish in that cool touch of the vampires skin. The Monarch's own tired frame feeling decidedly less well then he could recall feeling in rather a number of years. Even if there was something near nostalgic in that feeling all the same. How very much like a teenager he felt!

It had surely taken him far longer then it readily should have for his near hazy thoughts to comprehend that very fact that Sebastian's skin was pressed so temptingly against his own. Dorian at least seeming to note that very fact that he had, somewhere between the present and four in the morning, been availed off his clothing. The very fear that he had somehow simply lost his entire outfit readily seeing his gaze examine that hotel room before hurriedly returning to Sebastian. The vampire chuckling softly before insisting he had removed that clothing himself- only for the Monarch to all but fall asleep on him. The very idea of it prompting a gasp to the Fae Kings lips. He had never, in all his years, fallen asleep on a lover- no matter how inexperienced or unexciting they had been- let alone his Sebastian. The vampire by far the most engaging, glorious sex he had ever had. Dorian very nearly appalled at himself in that singular moment, even if he so hardly remembered such an incident in any sense. Sebastian, for his part, so hardly seemed near as perturbed. The vampire shrugging near playful before commenting that he had surely been lacking as Dorian's own head simply shook. That near impish grin so readily returned to his lips in that moment as his silver gaze met the darkened blue of his husbands own.

"You have never once been lacking in such things, I assure you. I am quite certain this fault was mine. I shall have to make it up to you. In fact, I have an idea- for next time."

Those very words had so eternally been their words. Dorian wholly aware of just how teasing such phrases might be and yet he offered them all the same. The Monarch already assured of just how he might make up for such failings on his part the next time that mood should find them. Dorian, for now, settling himself once more upon his companions chest, that arm that reached to embrace him entirely welcomed. The Fae King so readily enjoying that near perfect moment/ How loath he surely was for that holiday to so find its end. He had surely become all but spoiled for Sebastian's dutiful attention. Dorian so adoring each of those days and nights they had shared so far from those lazy beaches to the glory of Stockholm and the parties of Barcelona. How vast and glorious the world was! How much he desired to see it all with Sebastian beside him- even if duty had so begun to call them both back to Italy and home again. How sinful such a word as duty might be and indeed, how often it had ruled his life even if there was nothing to be done for it.

It was Sebastian's ready state of wellness that seemed, at last, to draw his thoughts away from that return to work. Dorian's gaze once more near narrowing almost suspiciously on his lover as he queried just how it might be so Sebastian seemed hardly affected by the aftermath of that drink in any sense. That this was a veritable vampiric perk readily prompted that playful announcement that this was surely cheating- somehow. Sebastian hardly choosing to deny such a thing as that soft groan left he Monarch once more. Dorian wholly content to flop dramatically, if not gently, across his lover once more. His arm draped across Sebastian's face with the insistence he was welcome to all the blood Dorian had to offer. That lack of it surely inclined to make him feel better. His husband so seemingly inclined to disagree as his arm was shoved playfully aside. Dorian taking that opportunity to dip his own head and allow that flutter of soft kisses to trail over the Prince's chest and collarbone before finally finding his lips in that sweet and much-needed kiss. This, it seemed, enough to coax some manner of recovery from the Monarch.

That reach of Sebastian's hand only to tug him back down for another of those kisses was wholly welcomed. Dorian easily allowing the vampire to shift their positions then, that simple weight of Sebastian's figure so pressed against his own nothing short of enticing. The Monarch easily deepening that kiss before Sebastian so gently pulled away to insist sex was by far the best cure. That ready laughter falling from his own lips then, that grin so hardly faltering as he was afforded a final kiss be Sebastian so unfortunately shifted from him to make that call and summon that food. Such a thing perhaps a far more sensible hangover cure and yet one Dorian was assured was significantly less satisfying in every sense. His husband so hardly requiring terribly much coaxing to lean over him once more and offer him another of those glorious kisses. Sebastian's thumb brushed along his jawline as Dorian's own hand settled behind his lovers neck and within those soft locks, his other hand gracing the vampires side to settle on his bare hip. Dorian's own hips eagerly lifted then to press against those more sensitive areas off his lovers figure. That thin layer of fabric between then wholly tempting and readily encouraging. Sebastian's own hips near instinctively pressing back, that soft groan he had so managed to elicit from the vampires throat prompting that ready sound of pleasure from his own. That simple want tugging eagerly at him now as he broke that kiss, only to allow his lips to work their way to the skin off his lovers neck. The very taste of his companions skin and too the simple scent of Sebastian alone entirely arousing- at least until that knock at the door all but saw both men collapse upon that bed with those groans of disappointment.

The arrival of that food, in the very least, so sought to remind the Monarch off that near unusual hunger that gnawed at him in turn. Dorian so eyeing that breakfast try with intrigue and yet- the fashion in which Sebastian so eyed that butler had hardly been missed. Dorian so readily inclined to observe his husband even within the depths of that hangover. His own blood would so hardly be satisfying until that alcohol had naturally dissipated from it. Perhaps they might inquire as to having Sebastian's own hunger met before they boarded that plane. Dorian easily lifted himself from those sheets then to place that tray on the bed between them. The Monarch settling cross-legged and opposite his lover then in a fashion near boyish before reaching for that toast. The idea of toast suddenly seeming decidedly good. Dorian eagerly biting into that bread before so taking that moment to comment upon those legal proceedings that matter off his birth had undertaken and that terribly fancy documentation that had been exchanged between his lawyers and Matteo's own.

"I shall show it to you when we are in the car if you like? It has to do with Matteo's estate, oddly enough, evidently officially recognising a child requires some amendment to Matteo's Will with accordance of French law and his legal team are required to oversee it."

Dorian had not, truly, ever considered Matteo so having a Will until that very moment. After all, such things were so associated with death, Matteo by far the most immortal-appearing being Dorian had so ever known and yet he could hardly argue with the sense behind it all the same. The second piece of toast was all but devoured in much the same manner as the first. The Fae King content to speculate upon just what sort of gift they might yet be presented with today. Truly he hoped it was not another dining set. How on earth they were to make use of so many sets of chairs he hardly knew. Sebastian equally as perplexed by that abundance of furniture, his husband so paused in sipping that tea to comment upon it. That warm simper so finding Dorian's lips once more as that chuckle easily rose from his throat.

"Perhaps they do not like our taste in furniture and each of them is trying to repair it. You might well be right though. Perhaps they see all the rooms in Caserta and feel as if we could not possibly fill them all. Although why they desire we make all of them dining rooms i've no idea. You should see the chair the Greece sent us. It is positively a nightmare. I've had it covered with a sheet least it scare someone."

That amusement so found his features once more, Dorian chuckling softly again before reaching for that curious little white tablet resting on the side of the tray. He had quite never seen such a thing before, the monarch so mistakenly believing it to be part of the meal, his query of just what it was readily uttered in near the same moment as he allowed the tip off his tongue to brush against it before hurriedly jerking it away. What a perfectly horrid taste! It was very near one of the worst things he had ever tasted! Sebastian's sudden insistence that it was not, in fact, for tasting saw his gaze lifting with clear curiosity then. That further look of bafflement remaining upon his features as his husband so handed him that glass with that gentle explanation he was supposed to swallow it. Dorian readily eyeing that pill near warily now. Sebastian commenting upon its ability to change that taste off his blood- though only for a little while- in exchange for lessening that headache. How curious it was that the very notion off a change in the taste off his blood might fill the Monarch himself with such disdain, Dorian never truly having considered how terribly....important it was to him that Sebastian so valued that taste. Indeed, foolish though it might well have been, Dorian had simply come to enjoy how much Sebastian enjoyed his blood in turn. The Monarch near loath to change that for something so mundane as a sore head. The Fae King had fallen near decidedly silent in those moments of contemplation before he so simply moved to place that tablet back upon the tray.

"It is a headache, it is not my first and it will not be my last. I think I shall manage to survive quite fine without that terrible tasting thing."

That warm simper so found his lips once more, Dorian so hardly choosing to afford his lover the very reasons behind his apparent refusal to take that pill. The Monarch so instead shifting easily from that bed to stand now, as if moving away from that breakfast tray might somehow prompt Sebastian not to argue with that decision, the very world seeming to spin near precariously for a moment. Heavens but he truly would have to remember to drink far less next time! His head shook but lightly once more, the Monarch allowing one hand to run through his hair in some terribly hopeless attempt to straighten it as his gaze returned to his lover then. His features softening decidedly once more.

"You really needn't worry about me I assure you I really am fine, Mon Cher. Come, we should probably get dressed."

How terribly unlike flying he felt today and yet too- how utterly terrible it would be were they not to keep that appointment with Corsica. Dorian so refusing to allow his very country to be shamed in such a fashion as that as he made his way towards that wardrobe to find some manner of suitable attire and too, to pack away those things he hardly needed. It was only once he had deemed himself sufficiently dressed and his hair tamed into something far more presentable that he so made his way to that very beside phone Sebastian had used to order that breakfast. Dorian content to inquire about meeting his husbands own needs. Toast and tea after all, were so decidedly unlikely to suffice. The receiver was returned readily to its place as Sebastian himself emerged from that wardrobe in a significantly more clothed fashion then he had entered it. Dorian quite unable to prevent that simper that found his lips yet again at the simple sight of that man he had married. The Fae King so readily closing that distance between them, his lips pressed with a clear affection to his lovers cheek.

"I do so adore that cologne."

It reminded him so readily of those early days of their courtship when even the mere thought of Sebastian had so prompted that sensation of nervousness within his stomach and that flutter to his very heart. A sensation that, even now, after those near years together- he was still inclined to feel. His silver gaze easily met that darker hue off his husbands own then. Dorian wholly aware that such a colour so readily gave away just how very hungry the Prince surely was.

"I spoke to the front desk while you were getting ready, it seems that they do have someone for you if you should not like to be hungry on that flight. I fear it is not another Fae though. It is a human member of their staff but they have catered to vampires before and the concierge assures me they do not mind doing so again. I shall wait downstairs in the car for you if you like? I have several calls I can make."

That he alone could not provide his husband with all that he needed in that regard would so surely always be....dissatisfying to him and yet too, he had long since accepted that veritable need his lover had for that blood. Dorian quite assured he hardly minded at all where it should come from so long as Sebastian was satisfied. The very notion the vampire might be uncomfortable a far more displeasing thought then from whom else that blood might come. Dorian so holding out his hand toward his husband then.

"Shall we?"