Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy

There was something distinctly pleasing about having their small family expand, even if it was only by one small, wiggling puppy. The little dog would surely make a happy addition to their lives, Maxwell sure to enjoy the company once those initial weary meetings had been made. The Rottweiler had always enjoyed the canine obedience classes they'd signed him up with, both due to his eager to please nature and also for the simple satisfaction in meeting, seeing, and playing with others of his kind. The small bundle of enthusiasm within his arms would surely appease all of the older dog's desires for play, particularly considering the elation that seemed to be contained within his little body at every lunge and nip of Dorian's fingers. The bright flashing lights hardly seemed to perturb the thing in the slightest. His temperament was quite marvelous, really. It was with that very decision that Sebastian seemed to so accept the small puppy within their lives, even though neither of the pair had discussed the little dog's fate. After all, surely Dorian was equally as incapable of turning down such a sweet little animal? His lover's simple concern for taking it to the hotel with them seemed to only confirm that very suspicion and yet, Sebastian had hardly considered prior to that moment how well the puppy would handle the rest of their journey - from that flight to the hotel. It would still be some time before the little dog was introduced to his true home back in that spiraling metropolis.

It was those very thoughts that weighed upon his mind as he slid into the town car awaiting them after his husband, the small dog deposited with distinct care on the leather seats. He glanced up briefly at the flashing red and blue lights that flickered through those heavily tinted windows, that escort quite unlike anything they had received before their recent marriage. For now, however, Sebastian hardly paid it any further mind as the small puppy bounced into his lap, drawing his bright blue eyes downwards towards it. He watched as the peculiar colored canine so strove to look out that tinted window, clearly curious of the world beyond that vehicle while also hardly being capable of staying still long enough to truly see anything beyond the rushing silhouette of businesses and other vehicles. That sudden suggestion of a name drew his gaze upwards towards the Italian King. It was well known, between the pair of them, of Sebastian's insistence that things, living or otherwise, hold proper names. 'Prescott' clearly attempting to fulfill his own requirements. It only seemed fitting, truly, that Dorian should choose this dog's name when Sebastian himself had so whimsically brought home and named Maxwell. That the suggestion had come unprompted from his lover only somehow made that name all the sweeter.

The vampire readily agreed to that very name before Dorian turned to inquire after how the puppy himself might feel of it. The little dog, for all his jubilance, merely seemed to stare at the fae King for a moment before, with unending enthusiasm lunged for his lover in some effort to restart those earlier efforts for fun. Even Sebastian was unable to stop that chuckle from his lips as those teeth so harmlessly nibbled upon his lover's fingers. "I think that means he likes it." He responded, his hand gingerly reaching out to ruffle the little dog behind the ears, at least, until he noticed the Monarch's attention turn towards the windows and the hillsides that rolled past them. A small frown crossed his features and yet, he was, perhaps, not as worried as he might otherwise be. At least, not yet. That inquiry of where they might be going, however, prompted a soft admittance from the Englishman, Corsica was one of those countries that had been left unvisited, that nightlife far too subdued for the one bachelor. His head bobbed ever so slightly at his lover's surprise, this would indeed be a new experience for the both of them, though he suspected it would neither be the first nor the last. After all, Sebastian had avoided much of the Southern Hemisphere just as well. Their undeveloped nature and strict laws had made them undesirable, once. Now? With a country to rule, perhaps such visits might be requirements, at some point.

He was, admittedly, hardly prepared for that turn on to an even more rural road, much less the very building that crept closer upon the horizon. That stone home was distinctly archaic in design, from a time even before Sebastian himself, if aesthetics were anything to go by. An almost skeptical look crossed his features and though Sebastian had surely slept in worse places before, he doubted his lover would be nearly as inclined to stay the night if the interior of the building matched the facade of it in any fashion. That query from his husband's lips one that he was quite near expecting. He could hardly help that look he exchanged with Dorian at their driver's insistence that this hotel, if it could be called that, had been awarded distinguished marks of any sorts at all. Softly, Sebastian repeated those number of years, his own doubt clearly showing through. He glanced towards his lover as Dorian leaned closer, the King's words a soft utterance to himself alone and yet, Sebastian could hardly help that soft snort that left his nose in amusement of his husband's teasing. "I wouldn't even be surprised." He retorted in good nature, opening the door to the vehicle in the process.

The Italian Prince led that short distance to the front door, pausing only to open it with a hint of weary inquisitiveness. It was, admittedly, a refreshing surprise to see the inside was not nearly as dated. In fact, it was almost homely in a comfortable sort of way. The furniture had clearly been updated to present era, a fire flicking welcomingly in the hearth. He stepped slowly into the home, letting his lover in before he closed the door behind them, finally shutting out the outside world. A glimpse of inquisitiveness crossed his features as Dorian spoke of his own era and the house they might have once owned, in another life. His nose wrinkled ever so slightly at the idea of being farmers without even proper lighting. "I think it much better if we lived in my era then, even if you hadn't been a Prince, we would have had a two-story house with gas lighting and one servant...and not been farmers." That final part was clearly the most critical of it all, the vampire rather appreciative, at that moment, for his own age and the clear advances the world had made. It was, however, his lover's insistence that, even in Dorian's age, he still would have made that commitment for an eternity that prompted that small simper on his features as he added, "I still would have married you all the same. Farmers or not...I suppose." Those last two words were added with some level of impishness.

The very suggestion that their wedding was quite near an inevitability, however, seemed to prompt his lover to close the distance between them. His lips pressed ever so gently against Sebastian's own in a kiss that even Prescott was determined to join in on, resulting in the warmth of the puppy's breath against his chin as the dog's wet tongue slobbered on his flesh. The vampire's features scrunched ever so slightly, prompting a ready laughter from his lover before Dorian suggested a bed for the little dog. That, it seemed, had not made it to the list of provisions to provide the pair. Dog beds, after all, hardly seemed like a necessity to some. A small frown crossed his features before his gaze shifted throughout that room, very few items could be utilized for that small puppy. It took him a moment before his gaze rested upon the sofa, prompting Sebastian to make his way towards the couch. He plucked one of those large sections from the back of the sofa, tossing it on the ground with the inquiry of whether or not that was adequate. The vampire was hardly ignorant to that look of amusement upon his lover's features, much less the way it seemed to echo within the King's foreign accent. "I was not given much to work with, in my defense," Sebastian responded, his bright blue eyes lingering up that rather makeshift bed. His thoughts were, quite clearly, devoted to other notions than to dwell with any great consideration on the puppy's sleeping preferences.

He watched as his lover placed the puppy upon the cushion, Prescott, however, hardly seemed perturbed with that makeshift bed, taking to it with the same enthusiastic nature as the dog had proven to do all things. Sebastian's gaze slowly turned upwards towards the fae King as Dorian so eyed that room in an intense speculation. That gesture towards the sofa behind him caused his gaze to briefly shift towards the rest of the unperturbed couch, only for his attention to deviate all over again at the single mention of an idea. Those very words had become noteworthy all on their own, often promising experiences the duo had not yet embraced. Not once, had such a notion proved to be disappointing. "When am I ever?" He commented with a warm simper, the vampire easily settled upon the sofa, his bright blue eyes following the King for as long as he could before Dorian moved throughout the room. Those lights flickered off but moments after, bathing the room in little more than the soft glow of the firelight. He turned just enough to eye the fae at the sound of those zippers from their luggage, the retrieval of that iPad caused his eyebrows to raise ever so slightly and yet, he said nothing as his lover tapped against the surface of the device.

The very sound of music filled the room, that piece far more modern and quite easily placed by the vampire. An almost quizzical look crossed his features as the King joined him in the living room, placing the iPad on the mantelpiece above the roaring fire. He hardly expected the King's sudden usage of his affinity, that invisibility all but whisked Dorian from his immediate view. Even so, Sebastian was hardly entirely unable to track the King. His own superior senses afforded him the delicate sound of each drawn breath, of the King's feet upon the stone ground, even without the use of that crimson thread that so bound the Monarch to himself. Sebastian's head leaned back ever so slightly, anticipating, to some degree, the King's reappearance behind the sofa. That soft press of Dorian's lips against his cheek prompted the return of his warm simper, the vampire quite near relishing in the sensation of the King's breath against his skin. "I would certainly not be opposed to that," Sebastian uttered, his voice raspier at that moment, that English accent forever more prominent in those more sensual moments.

He was well aware of Dorian's hands moving against the cotton of his shirt towards the tie fastened around his neck. That gentle loosing of the tie was wholly appreciated before the King's fingers reached towards the first button on his dress shirt, undoing it just to reveal the pale hue of his skin. His head shifted with the gentle coaxing of Dorian's fingers, revealing the smooth flesh of his neck. The soft fluttering of the king's lips against his skin prompted a soft sound upon his lips, his throat forever sensitive to that teasing. His gaze shifted to find the form of his lover as Dorian moved around the sofa, only pausing to stand in front of him. Sebastian's gaze shifted towards his lover's hands as Dorian reached for his own tie, his fingers easily sliding it off as the Monarch's hips swayed with the sound of the music. A singular eyebrow arched upwards ever so slightly as he watched the King's suit jacket fall upon the floor, the vampire quickly putting together the pieces of exactly what he was being treated to. That grin returned to his features as his elbow settled on the arm of the sofa. His cheek rested against his knuckles, the vampire content to simply enjoy that show he was being treated to.

He watched as his lover's fingers reached for the first button on his shirt, his gaze easily trailed downwards with every further movement down. Dorian's mention of that song, however, prompted little more than a distracted response from the Prince, "Do you?" He was hardly prepared for that sudden shift if his lover's figure, even though Sebastian knew the beat of that song. His head tilted ever so slightly to the side, the vampire entirely willing to enjoy that view from behind that he was afforded. After all, Dorian's fit figure was nothing short of utterly enticing. The hard plains of his lover's chiseled chest, the muscles within the King's arms, the tightness to his butt, Sebastian was more than capable of appreciating all of the Monarch. That sudden turning of his lover's figure prompted a different view, that dress shirt hanging from the King's shoulders to present a glimpse of Dorian's muscular chest, those notable abs all the more delicious with just those teasing glimpses of his husband. Sebastian watched as Dorian's hands reached up to run through his brunette locks. The vampire's bottom teeth gingerly nibbled on his lip, as Dorian's hands drifted downwards to settle on his hips and those dress pants that Sebastian very much wanted to see gone. His bright blue eyes turned upwards towards his lover as Dorian commented on how unfortunate it was he had to remain upon the sofa. "I don't know, I'm quite enjoying the show." Sebastian commented, his bright blue eyes trailed upwards towards the silver hue of Dorian's own irises, "Ask me again after those pants come off and I might agree with you, though." Might was, quite certainly, an understatement.