The Italian Prince was nestled within the dark depths of the sleek black sedan as the vehicle smoothly maneuvered the streets of Sacrosanct. His head was tilted back against the leather headrest, his gaze had fluttered close as his hand ever so gingerly massaged the bulge within his far too tight slacks. Leaving Carolina without entirely breaking his wedding vows had been a distinctly difficult thing to do, even though Sebastian had more than danced the line tonight. If Dorian knew, he was certain his husband would be unhappy with him all the same and yet, it was the King alone that filled his thoughts at that very moment. Despite his Incubus tendencies that still raged, there was no denying that he still so desperately loved his husband - enough to keep his hands to himself when so presented with all of the young were girl's body. God, how he now wanted the fae - how he needed his husband physique around him. The very thought alone prompted his breath to hitch ever so slightly as the vehicle beneath him slid to a stop. His eyelashes fluttered open at the sound of the front doors of the vehicle firmly shutting, and slowly, his own hand fell away from that continued teasing. Carolina's own efforts to arouse him tonight were all but blatant upon his physique, that hardened outline surely noticeable, if not the slight dampness that existed there and yet, Sebastian had long ago lost any concern for such decency when he was so carefully hidden from the public's watchful eye. His own staff, after all, was far too used to him returning to his estate in all manners indecency - this by far one of the more innocent ones.

"Thank you." He murmured softly as the car door was held open for him, the vampire entirely aware of that slight glimpse of disapproval so subtly hidden in the corner of the features of the men who had accompanied him tonight. The fae, tonight, had been apart of his lover's staff than his own and, in turn, they had been less than pleased of his antics. Sebastian, however, paid them little heed as he moved up the steps and into his estate. The front door closed ever so softly behind him and yet he hardly bothered to call out to either of his staff or the dogs that would inevitably hear his return. The vampire was nothing if not single-minded as he called to his affinity, that singular crimson thread appearing upon the floor in front of him for his gaze only. Sebastian followed that thread through the house, the Englishman desiring little more than the sensation of his lover's physique against him. Even the presence of Maxwell was not enough to distract him, the Rottweiler receiving little more than a small pat upon his head. He followed the thread down those hallways and through the depths of their quiet home, the vampire hardly even bothering to knock upon that slightly ajar door - with the given hour it was unlikely that Dorian was working upon anything that could not be interrupted.

Gingerly, he pushed the door to his lover's art studio open, the bright crystalline hue of his irises befalling upon his husband and the puppy sleeping but mere feet away. Dorian hardly seemed to notice him, however, the fae entirely enthralled within the boxes of art supplies that surrounded him. The shelving unit his own maker had broken had gotten repaired just a few days prior, the unit now secured to the wall itself to prevent any future fallings. Though they had been quick to order replacements for all the paints that had gotten ruined in the mishap, it had taken some time for some of those rarer, more expensive supplies to ship from overseas - those boxes had only just arrived earlier within the day. He watched as his lover's gaze turned upwards, the fae King rising with paint in hand with the clear intention to place it upon that spot he designated on the shelves in front of him. Effortlessly Sebastian closed that distance between himself and his husband, the vampire desiring little more than his King's attention and, in turn, he had every intention to take it for himself. His hands reached forward to land upon Dorian's hips just as his lover placed that paint upon the shelf. His nose brushed against the smooth slope of the fae's neck before gingerly placing a sweet kiss just beneath his lover's jawline. "I'm sorry it's so late." He murmured, his English accent distinctly thick with the liquor running through his veins and the lust that had all but taken over. Sebastian's hand rose from his lover's hip, only to reach for the fae's hand. In one smooth movement, he lightly twirled the fae Monarch, turning him in place to face him.

He dropped his lover's hand, his fingers reaching to settle behind Dorian's neck as Sebastian leaned forward to press his lips against the King's own. God, how he yearned for that delectable taste of his own husband! His free hand trailed around the fae's waist, only to dip beneath the waistband of his lover's pants. For a moment, his palm cupped the fae's butt, if only to help him push the Monarch against him, his own groin all but craving even a glimpse of that friction after Carolina had spent so much time grinding against him - the very result of her actions so surely felt. It was only once he had his lover where he desired him that his fingers began to wander, his touch ever so lightly toying with that very place he so desired to enter - if only to arouse his husband in the same manner he so desperately was.

Sebastian Ellington-Aragona