How intriguing it surely was to so consider those very lives they might have lived were they born within that same era and place in time! It was wholly likely, surely, that had they shared the same era of birth that they would most certainly not have been fated to meet and yet Dorian so hardly knew how matters of the soul worked. Perhaps he had always been destined to meet Sebastian, no matter the time or place. Perhaps, had Sebastian's birth been earlier or his own later they might surely have still met and married all the same. Dorian quite inclined to consider such an idea and too- the very manner of house they might have shared had he not been born a Prince. The Monarch of the belief that the very home they currently stood within would surely have been quite akin to what they might have had in another life and yet, unfortunately, it would surely have lacked that pleasing furniture and even the bright glow of those lights. Such modern conveniences so having arrived well after the pass off his own time. This, after all, was the very sort of home shepherd's had once lived within. The very idea that they might have been farmers seeming to fill Sebastian with no small amount of disdain. The vampire keen to insist that they should surely assign themselves to his era if only so they might enjoy a two storey home with gas lighting and at least one servent with neither of them forced to take up that farming life. Dorian readily allowing that warm chuckle to fall from his lips at the idea and his husbands determined attempts not to farm the land. The Fae King nodding readily in response.

"Do you know? I quite think we would have made terrible farmers? I think farmers are inclined to rise very early and I do not at all like the thought of that. I think it is best we move to your era as you said. In the very least we would surely have had lighting and not have been required to spend so much time in the dirt."

His own features frowned softly at such a consideration, the idea of dirt so apparently unappealing to the Fae King, his head shaking slightly as if to dismiss such an idea before Sebastian so insisted that, farmers or not, he supposed he would have married him him all the same. Dorian so allowing one silvered eye to rise upward at such teasing words, that simper tugging at his lips in near the same moment as he so eyed his husband.

"Oh you suppose do you? I shan't forget that."

That readily impish grin had so found its way to his lips once more, Dorian chuckling softly at his own good-natured tease and yet the very mention of that wedding, of so having married his lover even despite the era, the time or their place within history- readily seemed to prompt the Monarch closer. Dorian wholly eager to close that small distance between them and press his lips to his Sebastian's own in that sweet, satisfying kiss. One that Prescott seemed decidedly determined to share as he wriggled excitably within Dorian's arms before licking frantically at Sebastian's cheek as if he was quote dismayed to have been denied that kiss as well. That very scrunching of Sebastian's features so prompting Dorian to pull away in turn as that ready laughter seemed to find him. For all that surprise he had so readily taken in being gifted such a puppy, the little dog had so already found his place within their own little family it seemed. The creature seeming to delight in their company- even if Dorian remained assured it was well past his bedtime. Prescott surely far more tired then he appeared. The Italian readily suggesting that need for a bed of some kind. That small frown such a request seemed to prompt upon his husbands features was hardly missed, Sebastian stepping away from him then to head toward that couch and pluck one of the larger cushions from the back of it before tossing it to the floor. The vampire glancing near expectantly back toward him then as Dorian so eyed that makeshift bed, that amusement upon his features surely clear, much less that clear humor within his voice as he so insisted that this was surely not Sebastian best effort- even if it was wholly passable. Dorian readily crouching then to carefully place the puppy upon that pillow. Prescott, for his part, seeming wholly willing to collapse upon it. Sebastian so insisting he had been given little to work with.

"He seems to like it all the same. We shall have to get him a proper bed when we get home."

Just how big that little dog might get Dorian so hardly knew. The Fae King so making that note of sorts to ask the internet about such a breed of dog. Perhaps, while they were here, they might ask to see a grown one if only so they knew just what size of bed they should surely buy. With Prescott readily settled such ideas were all but cast aside to be considered later. Dorian's thoughts, for now, far more inclined to linger upon other desires. The very desires he had surely waited but the whole night to have fulfilled! His own attention turned readily to that room then, Dorian content to eye it near critically before gesturing to that sofa with the very suggestion Sebastian should so make himself comfortable upon it. The Monarch readily assured he had an idea of sorts, should Sebastian prove willing to subject himself to it. That warm grin upon the vampires lips only furthering that simper upon his own as Sebastian so insisted he had never yet turned down such a suggestion. How readily such things so reminded him of those early days of their courtship! Dorian adoring such memories and all that had come with them. The Monarch so hardly having forgotten that nervous anticipation that had so come with each visit Sebastian had made, that very fluttering within his chest at those early kisses and gestures of affection and too- how very much that promise of 'next time' and those 'ideas' to be had so seemed to have filled his thoughts for the days in between those dates. Yet too- even after all that time, in all the time they had shared together as lovers and boyfriends and so finally as husbands that simple flutter of anticipation had never quite left him. The simple sight of Sebastian upon that couch so readily awaiting him only seemed to bring about that flurry of warmth within his chest and that exquisite desire for closeness in every sense. How truly glorious love was- in every way.

The Monarch's form shifted then to return to his luggage and fish that ipad from within it, his fingers tappe at that screen for several moments before that music readily seemed to fill that room. Such a song far more modern than those usual classics and yet, for what he so desired, that more defined beat was surely required. The ipad was rested upon the mantle piece then, that rush off his own affinity readily robbing his lover of the sight of him and yet Sebastian had so seemingly anticipated that very moment in a fashion all the same. The vampires head already tilted but slightly backward as Dorian so appeared behind him. His lips pressed softly to his lovers cheek with that very promise of so making up for the previous night. Those near husky, accented tones of agreement he was rewarded with were entirely pleasing. Ah, but how he adored to coax that edge to his lovers voice! That thickened accent equally as appealing and so prompting that dull ache of sorts lower down, those desires readily tugging at the Fae King at the sound off his lovers voice alone! His own hands reached smoothly around to rest upon Sebastian's chest then, his fingers working deftly to loosen that tie and too- the top button of the vampires shirt, that small touch of skin so readily exposed as the Monarch's fingers brushed against it- only to rise upward and so deftly coax his lovers head but slightly back and to the side. Dorian's lips eagerly finding that warm flesh of the vampire neck- subjecting it to that soft flurry of kisses he so knew coaxed that ready response each and every time. That soft sound in Sebastian's throat so seeing that simper touch the Monarch's own lips before Dorian so at last lent away to return to his place in front of his lover.

It was a terribly easy thing to so find the beat of that music, Dorian's figure so effortlessly moving in time with it as his fingers lifted to loosen his own tie and allow it to slip to the floor- that suit jacket followed a moment later. Sebastian readily seeming to embrace that idea as the vampire so rested his head upon his hand to watch. Dorian assured he quite adored to have his husbands attention so completely upon him. His fingers reached easily for the top button of his shirt, Dorian wholly aware of that fashion in which Sebastian's gaze so readily seemed to follow each movement of his hands, that abrupt shift in that song seeing the Monarch pivot lightly to face away from him. The vampire robbed of the sight of his own chest and yet so afforded that new view from behind as Dorian so readily allowed his hips to sway with that music. The Monarch entirely aware of that very tease he so afforded his companion before he spun lightly once more, that dress shirt now entirely undone and hanging loosely from his figure, affording his lover several glimpses of the chest and stomach beneath. Dorian reaching smoothly upward to run his hands through his hair, freeing those locks into that tousled, haphazard look Sebastian alone might so be allowed to see upon him. How he adored to so be this Dorian. The one whom was but utterly free of that need to be that very image off his country and its people and to satisfy all around him in some fashion on another. How utterly glorious it was to merely satisfy one man, the one he adored far more than any other, in any way he might desire. That very grin upon the Fae king's lips so surely giving away that simple delight he so took in this very game of sorts in turn. One wholly for Sebastian's eyes alone. That near distracted comment upon his like that that song only further satisfying the Monarch that he so held his lover's attention entirely.

The fashion in which the vampire nibbled at his bottom lip was hardly missed. Dorian thoroughly adoring such a gesture as his hands brushed against his own sides only to hook his thumbs within the waist of his pants with that ready assertion it was surely a shame Sebastian was relegated to the couch. His lover so insisting he was enjoying that show and yet that very assertion that he might be inclined to agree once those pants had removed only seemed to further that simper upon the Fae's lips, his gaze so meeting the bright, ardent blue of Sebastian's own as one eye rose ever so slightly in that near teasing fashion.

"Very well. Let us see."

That near impish look so found him once more, Dorian allowing his hips to sway with that music as his fingers tugged lightly upon that waistband, each sway so allowing those pants to shift, little by little, further downward upon his figure. Dorian easily turning once more to afford his lover that view from behind again. That very action so prompting those pants to shift a little more- Sebastian offered that view of the first half of the smooth skin off his butt, Dorians fingers running along that waistline to lower those pants, and boxers with them, just a little more until near the entirety off his butt was exposed- only for that music to shift and so prompt the Monarch to turn lightly to face his husband once more. Those boxers, from the front, still very much in place. Dorian wholly aware of just how teasing he was inclined to be in that moment and yet- was that not the very point of a strip tease? That single, final shake off his hips easily loosened those dress pants from his figure entirely, Dorian smoothly sliding them from his limbs only to step neatly out of them and leave them piled with the rest of his clothing upon the floor. The Monarch left within that loosened shirt that hung from his figure and his red silken boxers alone. His thoroughly tousled hair so furthering that distinctly unique look upon the King.

His figure shifted but lightly once more, Dorian leaning back against that fire place then, that warm glow from the fire itself so affording his skin that near honeyed look as one leg so smoothly folded across the other in that truly lackadaisical pose- as if he so hardly knew just how he might look in that moment as his gaze lifted to his lover once more. His fingers so easily brushed against his own thigh, shifting closer and closer to his groin before they so managed to stroke against that most sensitive part of himself. Dorian wholly aware of just how much his lover so responded to that very idea of him so touching himself. Those very touches so idly offered as if he was, once more, largely oblivious to that sight he was inclined to offer. Dorian's own figure eagerly inclined to respond to those touches. Those boxer shorts readily inclined to feel rather terribly restricting and far to tight for his own liking and yet for that very image he so knew he had crafted he was but entirely inclined to withstand it a few moments longer.

"Do you think perhaps I should take....these off too?"

He could so hardly prevent that very hitch to his own voice. The Monarch so hardly immune to that touch off his own hand. That very sight of Sebastian's gaze upon him entirely arousing all on its own! His gaze continued to linger upon his lover then, Dorian so at last lifting his hand away from that achingly sensitive part of himself if only to begin to ease those boxer shorts down now. Sebastian offered the smallest glimpse of the base of that arousal, those shorts suddenly halted half way down his figure as Dorian so glanced upward once more.

"Perhaps I should have taken my shirt off first? Now it really is a shame you are all the way over there, I can't possibly take both off at once by myself...."