Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy

The vampire could hardly deny that he had held some measure of apprehension at introducing the fae King to his sort of party. Those festivities had changed so greatly since Dorian's youth, from the liquor served to the entertainment provided, everything was so different. Thankfully, the Monarch had seemingly enjoyed himself, enough to finally let loose from that rigidness that so often dictated every action and word. To gift Dorian that singular moment made the King's inebriated state entirely worth it, even if Sebastian had been unable to indulge in the way he might have in that liquor. It had been vastly more important to him to ensure the pair were able to return to that makeshift home safely than it was to excessively consume that liquor. Still, he could tell how the after-effects of the evening weighed upon his lover, the man distinctly more sluggish than he often was as he settled against the vampire's cold flesh. The man's inattentiveness to his state of dress, at least, until several moments later, was surely evidence enough to how that liquor still tugged at his husband. That fear that Dorian had lost his clothing, somewhere between that last memory of last night and now, was one Sebastian was all too quick to assuage, even with the admittance that his desire for more from the fae King had resulted in little more than disappointment. Alcohol, after all, could be quite exhausting.

He could hardly help that hint of amusement upon his features at that sheer look of mock horror that assaulted his husband at the realization of what he had done. That gasp only served to prompt a soft chuckle on his lips, the vampire hardly upset in the slightest that he had failed to provoke the King's interest when the Monarch had been so particularly....drunk. His own playful assurance that he had simply been found lacking that night, however, seemed to prompt a firm shake of Dorian's head. His dark blue irises met those striking silver hue of Dorian's own, those impish words only served to coax a grin upon the Englishman's features at those two words that had once meant so much to him. Next time. Once upon a time, those words had been all he lived for, the hope that he would be given another night to occupy the King of Italy's time. How bloody smitten he had been so quickly that those singular words had been so important! And now...now was married to the man for all eternity. The wedding ring upon his finger had never felt better.

"Mmm, I like next times." He muttered softly, his arm wrapping around the Monarch in a sweet, gentle embrace. It still astounded him, sometimes, how far they had come, particularly when he had thought it impossible. Impossible to love again. Impossible to earn himself the attention of the Monarch. He had every idea of how very lucky he was. Even Sebastian was not immune to that desire to simply stay in bed. With their honeymoon approaching its end, the vampire found himself desiring more of time quite like this with the King, where he was afforded his lover's attention in its entirety, even if such resulted in the pair never leaving the bed, to begin with. It was a shame that trip to Corsica was necessary. The vampire was all too content nestled in the warm embrace of those sheets, only for Dorian's abrupt movement to catch him entirely off guard. That almost suspicious glance, however, was regarded with a smirk of amusement as he admitted that it was, perhaps, one of the few perks of his species. Alcohol was quite easy to overcome. That declaration that he was cheating was....something even he was willing to agree with. At least, until that arm flopped in a gently undignified manner across his face.

His nose wrinkled ever so slightly at Dorian's insistence that, really, the vampire should simply take the blood that flowed through his veins, as if it was somehow tainted and the removal of it would make everything better. Better? It sounded the fastest way to a hangover of his own! Gently, he pushed the King's arm off of him, entirely vocal in his disagreement of that notion, even despite that very desire for blood. That soft press of Dorian's lips that he was rewarded with, however, was far better received, particularly as that trail continued upwards, ending with his own lips in a greatly desired kiss. How he adored the taste of his lover! Those kisses by far his most favored. Even though his lips certainly still met more than his husband's own, it was always Dorian's that left him yearning for more. It was his husband's touch, those caresses, those kisses that he returned tonight after night with never-ending fervor. That assurance that his kiss provided some sort of relief for his lover was met only with that gentle tug, the vampire entirely unwilling to allow Dorian to leave him just yet, not want he so wanted more.

He rolled against his lover, effectively pinning the man beneath the weight of his fit figure. That ready deepening of that kiss was wholly welcomed with a soft sound in the back of his throat, one that only served to bring another thought to the front of his mind. Sebastian pulled ever so gently away from his lover, only to offer that suggestion of sex as a means to cure that hangover. He was hardly being serious and yet, he couldn't deny the desire was there. Perhaps, once they arrived in Corsica, after his lover was feeling better than he currently was. The vampire leaned down, gifting the King one final sweet kiss before he leaned over and away, reaching for the telephone receiver as his fingers so quickly dialed that number for their butler. It hardly took long to order that food, the very meal, he was sure, would certainly help the Monarch return to his usual vigor. Even despite that idea of food, however, Sebastian was all too easily coaxed back against his lover, his thumb brushing against the King's jawline as those glorious kisses begun all over again. It was, however, the genteel touch of Dorian's hand on his waist that seemed to pull his attention away from his lover's lips against his own.

That sudden press of Dorian's hips against his so quickly caused his own to instinctually return that gesture, with little but sheer fabric separating him from those intimate areas of the Monarch. That want so readily pulled at him, prompting that sound from his lips. How he adored hearing those syllables of pleasure so returned from his husband! That kiss broke quite suddenly, only for Dorian's attention to turn to those all too sensitive areas upon his neck. God, how Dorian knew those turn-ons so well! How easily he was able to coax the vampire to that readiness! How -- how dare the butler be so prompt! He could hardly help that groan of disappointment on his lips as he flopped back against the bed, that sentiment followed only by Dorian himself. How unfair the world was! Even if that food was a necessity to facilitate the King's recovery for that trip to come. A soft sigh left his lips as Dorian permitted the butler's entry. The smell of that breakfast was so decidedly poignant and yet, it was something else entirely that had captured the vampire's interest -- blood.

He hardly moved from his spot as his navy blue eyes watched the butler, that tray abandoned before the mortal man and that delectable smelling blood took it's leave. He was wholly ignorant to that attentive fashion Dorian seemed to watch him, at that moment, much less the King's own thoughts to satisfy his sanguine needs. Sebastian sluggishly drew himself upwards, reaching for that teacup as Dorian pulled himself from the sheets to position that tray in front of him. The vampire watched as Dorian so eagerly bit into that toast as if the pieces of bread was quite near heavenly. A warm grin crossed his features so see his lover so particularly satisfied, at least, until that talk of those legal proceedings caught his interest. Though it had been centuries since Sebastian had truly practiced law, it was a part of the vampire that had always enjoyed the strategic brilliance of making an argument in the court. It was so particularly strict, quite unlike every other facet of the vampire and yet, it was the simple fact that it was something truly challenging that drew the man.

That very mention of the fancy document all but piqued his attention, prompting him to inquire after it. What, he wondered, made that document so...fancy? Was it the art style of it? After all, he knew his lover's tendency to enjoy those flourishes to those olden documents. His head bobbed idly at that offer to see it himself. That question of what required Matteo's lawyers' attendance, however, still was left unsaid. Thankfully, Dorian knew him well enough to fill in those blanks without question. "Ahhh..." He muttered simply, simply accepting those matters of wills and inheritance, peculiar as it was to consider for being so particularly old. Sebastian watched as Dorian all but devoured that second piece of toast, all the while wondering what sort of gift they might be presented with this evening - a sentiment that Sebastian himself mirrored. He hardly realized exactly what sort of gifts they had received to date, the vampire entirely surprised by the sheer number of dining room chairs that they had unintentionally accumulate. "Greece? What was it?" He inquired, wholly taken back that one of Alexander's countries might gift them something so horrendous. Perhaps the Dark Hunter hadn't taken part in the bequeathing of those gifts?

The very thought of what they could do with all of that furniture lingered upon his mind, the vampire entirely distracted as his lover reached for that white tablet he'd requested. That inquiry as to what it was, however, was one Sebastian could hardly answer before Dorian was already bringing it to his lips to taste. That declaration that it was awful however, only served to bring a small simper to his features as he apologized for forgetting that this was Dorian's first experience with such modern medicine. He reached for that glass of juice, handing it to the King as he provided that instruction as to how to take the rather ill-flavored pill. He could hardly help that brief lamentation that left his lips at the admittance that it would surely alter the taste of the King in exchange for fixing that headache. The vampire supposed, truly, it hardly mattered in the slightest, after all, Dorian's blood could hardly be indulged in as it was given the man's state of alcohol consumption. He was oblivious to much his preference for the King's blood truly mattered to his lover. Rather, his head tilted to the side as he merely observed Dorian's intense study of that small pill, as if he was trying to discern exactly how it did what it did. He hardly expected his lover to merely place that tablet back upon they tray in a dismissive fashion, that lack of questions of it entirely caught the vampire off guard.

His eyebrows furrowed, the corner of his twitched downwards as Dorian insisted that his headache was hardly worth the terrible tasting thing. "It doesn't taste bad after you swallow it." The vampire insisted, and yet he was rewarded with little more than a warm simper. He watched as Dorian suddenly rose from that be, moving the food tray away as if it might stop any sort of argument from the Englishman. It was, surprisingly effective, even if Sebastian's attention remained settled upon his lover. He watched with a glimpse of concern as Dorian seemed to pause, his head shaking ever so slightly as if attempting to dispel that headache, or something more. His lips pressed together ever so slightly, even as Dorian ran his fingers through his disheveled hair. A soft sigh left his lips at that insistence that, really, they out to be getting dressed. "All right, all right." He muttered softly, pulling himself from the warmth of those sheets before he followed the Monarch towards the closet, entirely content to merely hover around his husband out of that still lingering concern.

It was his very inclination to so linger that prompted the vampire to finish dressing far after the Monarch. That wild hair had been tamed, that once bare skin now clothed in a far more appropriate fashion. His fingers lightly toyed with the buttons on his wrist, glancing up at the Monarch as that warm simper crossed Dorian's features. A questioning glimpse was given towards the fae King as Dorian quickly closed the space between them, only to press his lips against Sebastian's cheek. That soft utterance of that cologne he wore, however, prompted that soft chuckle from his lips. He remembered well how that scent had first intrigued the King, enough to prompt Sebastian to gift a scent for Dorian alone. His eyebrow rose ever so slightly at that sudden admittance that Dorian had gone through the trouble of securing himself a meal for the night. Even if it was hardly his favorite flavor. "A shame, you know how I feel about fae." He commented, a small simper toying at his features before the vampire simply nodded in ready agreement. "I suppose it's for the best." Sebastian continued, knowing well how that hunger had a tendency to make him....irritable. Much less how unwelcomed such a sensation would be when meeting the delegates of a nation. His hand slowly fit within the King's own as he glanced back towards that room, providing it one final glance to ensure they hadn't missed anything in their packing. "Yes, I suppose so." The vampire offered with some reluctance, only to readily place his hand within Dorian's open palm.