His Royal Majesty

Dorian Ellington-Aragona

The King of Italy

How very late Sebastian was this evening!

Dorian paused but momentarily in his efforts to unpack those new paint supplies to glance once more at that clock upon the far wall. Prescott, collapsed agianst the floor in a puppyish heap, met his gaze briefly before yawning and tumbling back to his original position. Sebastian was never this late. Not with the sun set to rise within the next hour or so. The Monarch placed those new brushes back down to reach for that golden cell phone within his pocket. The device insisting that no new messages had been sent. Dorian so hesitated as his fingers reached for that keypad. Perhaps his husband had merely had a difficult night? The vampire struggling to find a suitable being to provide that meal? Dorian loath to interrupt him in his efforts to coax whoever that might be into allowing him to drink and ruin his lovers attempts with a distraction. It was, perhaps, the singular and only part of their relationship Dorian was so inclined to frown at. The Monarch displeased to consider those very things his lover was so required to offer those outside himself in his efforts to coax them to share their blood and yet- in this- Dorian was nothing short of practical. He could not, alone, sustain his husbands need for blood. Sebastian having been so very open upon that explanation from the beginning. Dorian determined not to begrudge his lover such a thing. Perhaps it displeased him to consider his husband so...engaged with another and yet, when all was said and done, if such was the only sacrifice he need make, that knowledge his lover might flirt a little with another- Dorian was assured he was willing to make it. After all, their marriage had been nothing but blissful and wonderfully happy from the moment those vows had been made. The Monarch's faith in Sebastian not to break those marriage vows on those nights he hunted so wholly steadfast. Dorian, in that moment, far more concerned that something had happened to his lover.

"Perhaps we shall give him a half hour more, Prescott."

He so hardly anticipated any response from the canine. Dorian affording him a soft simper all the same before returning his attention to those new art supplies. How utterly distraught he had been at the destruction of his art room at the hands of Anna Marie! Yet, how readily he understood the dangers of a vampiric Maker trapped within that childish body. Anna Marie would be commanded by nothing and no one. That his painting supplies had been all that had suffered her onslaught was, perhaps, a miracle in itself. After all, those things could be replaced. That newest box had arrived earlier in the evening before Sebastian had left. How normally those new colours and supplies so overjoyed the Monarch! Yet, this very evening, he found his mind veritably filled with worry still. Sebastian was simply never so late as this. Surely, surely with his guards he would have come to no harm? Dorian shook such thoughts from his mind for now in an effort to waylay that fretting. A half hour more. If he was not home by then he would contact him- else summons the rest of those guards to find that party. The Italian King reached to lift that tube of paint from the box, the Monarch eyeing that shelf in a clear attempt to decide where best to place it before he became distinctly aware someone else within that room.

That tube had no sooner been placed upon the shelf then Sebastian's hands settled upon his hips. The very scent of his husband assuring him of the vampires presence. That worry all but melting away in a near instant. A tension Dorian had so hardly been aware he had been holding seeing his figure yield to his lover's own near entirely. Sebastian so respresting that.....safety of sorts, foolish though it surely was within his own home to feel anything less than content. Dorian relieved as his husbands return. The pair so rarely ever apart for terribly long. Dorian having come to rely upon Sebastian's simple...presence perhaps far more then he was inclined to admit. That brush of Sebastian's nose agianst his neck and too, that sweet kiss just below his jaw so readily prompted that chuckle. A ready, warm simper finding the Monarch's lips at that huskily offered apology. Sebastian's voice holding those distinctly British notes that so often seemed more potent when that alcohol found his lovers bloodstream. Dorian, for now, hardly choosing to comment upon it as his hand found Sebastian's own. That warmth to the vampires skin assuring him of the meal his lover had found as he allowed the other men to effortlessly spin him until they faced one another.

"I was getting worried, Mon Cher. You are never out so late as this."

Any further words he might have offered were cut short as Sebastian's hand settled upon his neck, the vampires lips meeting his own with a clear fervor. Dorian wholly eager to return that very kiss as his own hands came to rest on Sebastian's waist. The Monarch assured he had missed his husband those past hours. That kiss was nothing short of welcomed. The taste exquisite. The fashion in which Sebastian's hand trailed beneath the waistband of his pants, however, was wholly unanticipated. The vampires warm hand settled upon his butt, Dorian pressed further agianst his lover then. The Fae King so hardly fighting that silent request. That very state of readiness upon Sebastian's own figure, however, prompted a look of surprise to the Monarchs features. That firmness pressed agianst him utterly undeniable. His lover never before having come home quite so...prepared! Dorian's own hand shifted from his husbands waist then to ever so gently cup that very hardness within his own hand and through the material of Sebastian's pants. That faint dampness to the fabric giving away just how very aroused the vampire was in that moment- and too- how surely uncomfortable. Dorian drew gently away from that kiss then to allow one silver eye to lift. Those gentle words playful in their soft utterance.

"What a state you are in tonight, Bastian!"

That warm simper found his features as Dorian lips returned readily to his lovers. Sebastian's fingers so suddenly brushing over that sensitive, intimate place upon his own figure so often left till last. That very touch prompting a soft gasp from the Monarch's lips in response to the surprise of those roving fingers, his figure pressing but slightly back and agianst his lovers hand in a near instinctive attempt to increase the pressure of that touch. Dorians hands tightening upon his lovers waist. The monarch nothing short of responsive to that touch as the very first stirrings of a soft, faint groan echoed within his throat. His lips pulled gently away from Sebastians own once more. Dorian's gaze glancing upward to meet the ardent blue of Sebastian's own. How breathtaking he looked with that colour and life so dancing within his veins!

"What, Mon Cher, has gotten into you tonight? I cannot say I dislike it, unexpected though it is. We should attend to these needs of yours. Although, I think...."

Those very words were momentarily halted, Dorian leaning forward then pess his lips against the right side of his lovers neck, trailing that smooth path downward toward his collarbone, Dorian so adoring that taste of Sebastian's skin. His hand moved in near the same moment to undo that button and zipper of his lovers pants, freeing that sensitive part of the man from the restriction of those garments at last. His arms lifted then to wrap around his husbands neck then, his figure grinding agianst the vampire as he knew Sebastian so desired. Those words uttered softly then before his lips sought Sebastian's own a final time. That impish grin dancing upon his features.

".....I shall require a little of your attention before I am quite so ready as you."

Ah, but his own figure had already begun to respond to those teasing touches! Dorian so surely hardly requiring much of his lovers attention to reach that same state of readiness his husband so desired from him. Dorian, tonight, so affording his lover that very control to take just what he desired. That energy within Sebastian decidedly arousing in turn. There would surely be time, later, to ask after just where his husband had been. Dorian, for now, far more focused on meeting those needs.