Within the comfortable, darkened confines of the ebony town car, Sebastian's thoughts were decidedly far from the crowd that lined the streets of London. How eagerly they had come out to catch even a glimpse of the royal couple and yet, now, Sebastian could hardly afford them even a passing glance as the bright blue hue of his irises turned instead towards the mischievous simper that a lit the handsome features of his fae husband. He was decidedly thankful for the tint to those windows that made them entirely obscured from the crowds outside, the town car effortlessly gliding forward and towards their destination as Dorian attempted some faux effort to hunt for a color both men knew was hardly present in the vehicle at all. Nevertheless, Sebastian offered to assist his lover, all the same, his gaze hardly leaving the fae as his Monarch paused to consider just how dark those windows might be. Although the vampire would have hardly been perturbed if there had been no tint at all to the vehicle's windows at all, he knew well his lover's need to appear nothing less than the epitome of perfection at all times within the public's view. The prince was quick to assure his lover that, for now, the pair were given a rare moment of utter privacy - the public entirely oblivious of what went on in the car and their driver, in turn, equally as left unable to neither hear nor see them as long as the divider remained in place.

That reassurance, it seemed, was all Dorian required before the fae's lips quickly pressed against his own. The very passion held within that caress was one Sebastian was all but eager to return as he caught his husband's bottom lip within his own. How he adored that soft sound that reverberated within Dorian's throat, his own lips easily parting at his lover's coaxing, letting that kiss transform into something else entirely. He was almost hesitant to allow the Monarch to pull away from him. The question upon his husband's lips was one that required him to pause in consideration - the trip to his college was hardly long by any means and yet, surely it was long enough for whatever considerations toyed with his lover's mind. Dorian, however, seemed satisfied enough with this knowledge, his husband leaning forward to press his lips against Sebastian's own all over again. Over and over again, the vampire was content to take each kiss he was offered, the man vaguely aware of Dorian's hand trailing up his thigh. It was that very touch, however, that instantly stole the entirety of his attention as Dorian's fingers brushed over his groin. His body was altogether quick to respond to that very caress. A soft sound left his lips as his legs parted, further allowing his King access to his quickly hardening figure. How quickly distracted he became beneath his lover's firm touches, a soft moan reverberated in the back of his throat, the sound muffled only by Dorian's mouth against his own.

Those kisses, however, hardly lasted much longer before Dorian turned his attention instead to the pale flesh of the vampire's neck. An audible breath left Sebastian's lips as Dorian's warm breath teased his skin. His neck was eternally sensitive to Dorian's attentive endearments. It served as a potent distraction as his lover's hand left him, toying instead with the zipper of his dress pants. Nevertheless, Sebastian was entirely aware of that suddenly decreased discomfort as Dorian pulled him from the confines of that cloth. God, how his husband's breath tickled his very skin as Dorian teased him with the idea of waving whilst he was so otherwise preoccupied. It was an absurd notion, Sebastian was certain, the Prince hardly caring in the slightest for how friendly he might appear to the people of England at the present moment. His admittance that he could not be held accountable for such a task, however, seemed to prompt his lover's laughter before, unexpectedly, the fae leaned down. Sebastian was hardly prepared for the sensation of his lover's mouth - the very touch of Dorian's tongue against him prompting a groan as he shifted all the more, leaning back against the leather upholstery of his seat as Dorian took all of him. He could hardly help the muttered curse that left his lips at those very sensations, his lover's fingers reaching to embrace the base of him all the same.

His husband was nothing short of utterly experienced as his King's tongue so effortlessly swirled around his all too sensitive member. Those firm strokes of Dorian's hand only furthering that very pleasure as his lover took more of him within his mouth. God, how easily the King could coax those very groans from his lips, Sebastian's head leaned back against the headrest. His eyelashes fluttered close as he simply focused upon those sensations that Dorian beset him to. Slowly, his hand shifted to rest upon his lover's neck, that touch little more than merely affectionate as he allowed Dorian to continue as he saw fit, uninterrupted. His own breath quickly became unsteady, pitched with groans and gasps at his lover's diligence and yet, the very attentiveness his body required was one that he would not be afforded. It was the slowing of the vehicle that prompted Sebastian to open his eyes - the vampire easily recognizing his own college campus outside of the tinted windows. For several moments, however, he said nothing of it, if only for how utterly close he could feel himself becoming at his husband's persistance. It was, unfortunately, only their passing through that inner archway that finally prompted the vampire's groaning of his lover's name. God, how he might hate himself for those words that were about to leave his lips! It was with an audible sound of regret that Sebastian informed the Italian that they had arrived at their destination - much to both of their displeasure.

A final audible groan of protest left his lips as Dorian slowly leaned away, the fae sitting upright if only to confirm for himself what Sebastian had spoken. Already a crowd had begun to gather outside of his college - awaiting the arrival of both royalty and an alumni at that. Sebastian watched as the silver hue of the King's gaze turned back to...all of him on display, the vampire was hardly oblivious to how unfortunate of a situation this was. The very sight of that faint grin upon the King's features was enough to prompt another sound of utter protest from his lips as Sebastian leaned his head back against the headrest - the vampire certain this was turning out to be the worst trip back to his college that he could remember to date. "Nor was I done yet." He muttered with a soft huff as he reached down for himself, the vampire doing his best to resituate in a manner that was comfortable as he once again zipped those dress slacks - the length of him so clearly straining against the cloth of those pants. Admittedly, the vampire had hardly considered how he intended to face the public in such a state, the King's inquiry prompting his hand to rise upwards and through his brunette locks as his mind struggled to be pulled from that haze of pleasure he had only moments ago been within. "What?" He inquired, watching only as Dorian seemed to observe him before glancing quickly around the confines of the vehicle.

It was that coat that finally seemed to dawn some glimpse of a realization upon the vampire's features as he took that offered jacket with a regrettable sigh. "Darling, there is a reason I wear a trenchcoat." He informed his lover as he pulled the jacket over his shoulders. "Your teasing....definitely is not helping." He insisted all the same at his lover's promise of tonight, his fingers working quickly at those buttons all the while. That soft press of Dorian's lips against his own, however, proved nothing short of distracting to his task, the sensation prompting another soft sound from the back of his throat. God, how utterly tempting it was to steal Dorian away from that door - to simply insist they were suddenly indisposed and must leave. He had truly considered it for several moments before the King abruptly pulled away, shifting towards that door in one smooth movement. A soft sigh left Sebastian's lips, as his fingers finished his buttoning - the jacket thankfully long enough to cover his groin. The miserable, cold, rainy weather outside at least provided him with a reason for the jacket, one that would surely not be questioned as he slid out of the vehicle behind his husband. How utterly aware he was of himself brushing against the fabric of his own pants with each movement, the very length of him near throbbing with want and yet, Sebastian presented himself with little more than a warm smile as he reached forward to shake the hand of King's College's current headmaster. Those how-do-you-dos voiced with such distinct practice, even if his thoughts were entirely focused on all the ways in which he'd rather take and be taken by the fae Monarch at his side - the very man whose touch he craved.

Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy