Dorian Ellington-AragonaThe King of Italy

There was an exquisiteness all its own to the moments that so followed that glorious climax when little should exist save for the sound of both their heavy breathing and that rapid thump off his own heart as he struggled to regain his breath. That feel of Sebastian's own chest rising and falling against him and too that slickness of sweat to both their figures was entirely contenting in that moment. The Monarch inclined to feel nearly overly warm from that sheer physical exertion that position demanded of him in particular and yet he hardly found such a sensation uncomfortable in the least. How much he adored those couplings! How much he craved them! Yet too- how utterly blissful those moments after in which they might simply lay together and bask in those intimate moments they had shared just between them alone. That tiredness that pressed heavily against his figure was nothing short of satisfying. Dorian feeling little other then wholly sated in that moment as he reached to intwine his fingers with his lovers own and rest both their hands upon his own chest in that softened affection. He knew, readily, that Sebastian could both surely feel and hear that erratic, racing beat off his heart and yet- such was the sound of life itself in every sense. Dorian wholly content to share that very thing with his lover as best as he was able as he near greedily drew in breath after breath.

He was aware, vaguely, of Sebastian shifting just slightly beneath him. That sudden feel off his husband's tongue against the side of his neck so suddenly making him aware of that wound in turn. Dorian, in the wake of all they had done, nothing short of oblivious to that still bleeding wound within the flesh of his neck as Sebastian licked clean that blood and coaxed those wounds to begin to heal. The Fae King so tilting his head just so as to allow the vampire to complete that very action more easily before resting his head once more against his husband's chest as Sebastian settled against him in turn. Neither man, it seemed, at all inclined to move for several long minutes. It was Dorian whom, so at last, shifted just enough to lift himself from Sebastian's figure, that weak sound of protest from his lover prompting that simper to his own lips in turn. The Monarch wholly gentle with that movement if only for the sheer sensitivity off both their figures. Dorian shifting just so as to easily lay himself beside his companion now, his head resting upon Sebastian's shoulder, his fingers still entwined with the man's own as he settled their hands upon his chest once more. His own silver gaze glanced briefly upward, Dorian eyeing that ornate ceiling above before that very realisation that he never had truly seen it from such an angle seemed to strike him, those very words uttered allowed only to prompt that rich and ready laughter from Sebastian himself. That simple sound bringing another grin to his own lips in turn before they pressed softly to Sebastian's sheek.

"You, Mon Cher, have given me rather a new view of a lot of things since we met."

That warm simper found his lips once more. Dorian chuckling softly as he nestled only further into his lovers side then. Those very words that followed were near impish in their insistence Sebastian had surely earned that goat he had so desired for his sheep farm. The vampire quick to assure him it would be a great and needed addition to that imagined property. Another chuckle easily humming within his throat in turn before the Monarch's gaze lifted upward once again to inquire after those very 'chandelier' and whether or not Sebastian had found such a position decidedly satisfying. The Monarch entirely inclined to believe that satisfaction upon his lovers frame near spoke for itself all the same. Sebastian suggesting he required a further inspection of those very chandelier that hung above them before his lips pressed readily to Dorian's own forehead. That sudden suggestion of avoiding Benito for the rest of the night however prompted that very sigh from Dorian in turn as his limbs so interwove with his companions own.

"I highly suspect he is already looking for us. He has not given either one of us a direction in at least a good forty minutes- he will be positively at breaking point. Although....if we go out via the Kings Door behind the throne we can follow the staircase all the way down to the basement where the cars are waiting. We could go for gelato, if it please you? Although....we best take our clothes with us lest someone find them in here and I think, darling, that I ought paint you a new pair of dress pants in the very least. Come on, let us see how well the Prince of Italy sneaks in his own palace."

That impish grin so readily found him once more, that look wholly playful. Dorian so shifting then to help Sebastian to his own feet before making an effort to bundle together their clothing and slip out of that hidden door well before anyone might find them....