How his body so ached with the very absence of his lover so deep within his mortal form. That living figure hardly as adept at so adjusting to the entirety of the fae Monarch as his undead body so could. The vampire near collapsed within the warm embrace of those silken sheets, his flesh covered in a slick sheen of sweat in the aftermath of that coupling. His chest rose and fell with ready quickness, his own heart hammering in a fashion that felt so oddly...human. The bright glacier blue of his irises focused entirely upon the man at his side, simply watching as Dorian so strove to find an evenness to his own breath. How utterly breathtaking his husband was, the fae's chiseled frame so fully on display as the King lay nestled in those sheets. God, the Prince was so lucky to share his lover's bed - for the rest of their lives. A small simper toyed with the corner of his features as Dorian's bright silver gaze turned towards him with a clear hint of smugness. That very satisfaction the fae took from so utterly exhausting him prompted a roll of his eyes and yet, even so, Sebastian hardly failed to offer those three sweet words back to his lover. I love you. And how desperately true they were! He had never thought he might ever hold an interest in marrying again - not after the dreadful affair of his first and yet, somehow, Dorian had so effortlessly decimated that distinct distance that he had once so regularly placed between himself and the objects of his all too fleeting attention. He could hardly believe that it had been a year since the pair had uttered those vows before the entirety of the world. It was a year he wouldn't have given up for the world.

It was that soft, persistent nudge, however, that so drew the vampire from his thoughts. A soft sound of protest left his lips and yet, with some effort Sebastian rolled onto his back. Despite his objection to moving so soon, the Englishman took a distinct amount of pleasure at the very sensation of Dorian's body so settling against his chest. That very feeling of his lover's heated skin against his own was so distinctly blissful! Slowly, Sebastian's hand shifted, settling upon the King's back in some effort to hold the Monarch closer to his still too hot figure. His head shifted ever just so, allowing his cheek to rest upon the very top of Dorian's own head. His own eyes fluttered closed as Sebastian merely listened to the crackling of the fire and the gentle pitter-patter of rain. It was so distinctly peaceful - without those higher senses so assaulting him with that ever-present awareness. That exhaustion, somehow, seemed all the more potent in those moments - with his body so distinctly satisfied and his lover so nestled against him. The peace he'd found, however, was distinctly short-lived as that abrupt knock upon their bedroom door caused Dorian's head to raise ever so slightly. Sebastian himself was more than content to simply ignore his own manservant as the very query of breakfast so prompted a groan of discontent from his lover. The King's utter refusal to either rise from the depths of that bed, much less eat seemed to prompt ready confusion from the poor servant. Even the Prince was incapable of stifling that soft chuckle upon his lips as the fellow inquired which suggestion the King was so turning down - only to be informed that it was both!

How that staff would so surely find themselves in a state of disarray with that appointment with the Queen so lingering upon the horizon and the Italian royalty so refusing to rise! A small simper so toyed at his features as he watched his husband settle back against the bare skin of his chest, that chuckle on Dorian's lips so hardly helping with that glimpse of amusement. Sebastian was well aware of that soft sensation of Dorian's fingers against his skin as the man reached upwards to run his hand through those wayward locks that fell across his forehead. He leaned into that sweet touch, only for his own arms to shift to fully embrace the fae. How Sebastian so adored having his husband so nestled within his arms - with the King's skin against his! This, he was sure, was exactly how their anniversary should be spent. Such thoughts, however, were interrupted only by that distinctly foreign accent as his lover inquired of his own desire for breakfast. Admittedly, Sebastian was particularly poor at fulfilling the needs of his mortal body - the vampire simply often forgetting for those very demands of life until they became pressing enough to cause him discomfort. For now, however, it was that sheer fatigue that so clutched at him, prompting a distinct desire to sleep even with though the couple had only just risen!

That sheepish grin upon his lover's lips was nothing short of charming as Dorian so admitted that he enjoyed provoking such exhaustion, if only for the very implication that the Prince had been sufficiently satisfied. The King's rather crude choice of words, however, caused the ready sound of laughter from the vampire as Sebastian shook his head ever so slightly. "That you have." He mused softly, his hand rose gingerly, his fingers caressing his lover's cheek in a glimpse of clear affection for the man. "Give me another twenty minutes and I could steal a second fucking from you." He so teased, the Englishman hardly hesitating over that very word in the manner his lover had. Even so, such a prospect of a second time was, admittedly, short-lived in the wake of that inquiry on how he so wished to meet his queen. The vampire was quick to simply turn down that offer to allow such life to persist within his veins. Tonight was hardly the first time he had enjoyed the company of Her Majesty - Sebastian, after all, was once considered a member of the Royal Household even if his own ruling Monarch had long since abdicated the throne. Even so, it was those vampiric senses he so desired when sitting across from the woman who had served as his ruler for so long. Though Sebastian had quite near watched her blossom into the eloquent Queen she was, she had near mastered that facade of placidity that his predatory perception alone could so effortlessly pierce. Admittedly, Sebastian hardly gave a moment's thought to that distinctly English colloquy, until that glimpse of astonishment upon Dorian's features so transformed into visible bafflement.

That concern was altogether audible within his lover's own words as Dorian so questioned just how infectious that ' collywobbles' so were. A soft chuckle left his lips and yet Sebastian was quick to shake his head ever so slightly. "Ah, it is not a disease, Ma Biche." He informed the King, pausing for a moment to search for some meaning to that British phase. "It means....nervousness? I suppose?" The vampire, his head tilting to the side ever so slightly in consideration. "Like butterflies in your stomach, no?" His bright blue irises turned briefly towards the watch fastened upon his wrist, that present from the King scarcely leaving its place. That very hour was, unfortunately, drawing ever near, prompting Sebastian to suggest it might, regretfully, be necessary for the pair to leave the warmth of those sheets. Gingerly, Sebastian's lips brushed against his husband's own, that stolen kiss far too fleeting for his own likely and yet, it was his own insistence, he supposed, that saw Dorian pull away from his embrace. Sluggishly, Sebastian followed suit, tugging himself from the comfort of those blankets only to rise from the bed entirely. How innately aware he was of that mortal flesh within that moment! His body so distinctly sore in ways his undead skin simply never felt. Even so, the vampire merely stretched out the length of his figure before moving towards that adjoining bathroom in an effort to put himself in a presentable state, to begin with.

He was well aware of his husband's voice echoing from the bedroom as Dorian saw to that wardrobe, the very idea that their impending meeting had become public knowledge prompted a near groan from his lips. The publicity, after all, meant an even more pressing amount of care needed to be utilized, only further emphasizing the anxiety that had already begun to float within his chest. It was the mention of fans however, that saw the vampire snort and yet, even he could not deny noticing a newfound distinct...popularity within the country after their marriage. It was, admittedly, near baffling to the Prince. The vampire emerged from that bathroom several moments later, a distinctly unimpressed look upon his features as he joined the fae King in front of the wardrobe, plucking from its depths a blue suit. "Really, I don't see why they bother." He commented with a small shake to his head. He pulled those dress slacks onto his waist, and briefly his crystalline irises turning upwards towards his lover as Dorian so puzzled over that phrase. Sebastian knew exactly those words his lover looked for and yet he hardly saw a reason to interrupt as he pulled that white button down over his broad shoulders. It was the King's insistence that his people were confusing that prompted a chuckle to his lips as he so worked on finishing those buttons. Sebastian glanced towards his lover as Dorian held up those shoes, that choice, apparently, far too difficult to make alone.

It was only once that final button was fastened that Sebastian closed that distance between them, his hands reaching out to cup his husband's cheeks as his lips pressed against Dorian's own. Even despite those few blissful moments of closeness they were allowed, Sebastian could scarcely deny that lingering desire to so dote on his husband. Gingerly, he pulled away, only to utter softly, "Always the oxfords, Dorian." He reached past his lover, plucking from that wardrobe his own shoes before commenting over his shoulder as he moved to the edge of the bed. "It's brass monkeys, darling, though don't say that in front of Elizabeth."

Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy