The Sun Also Rises

How he so adored that fashion in which his lovers fit physique so responded not only to those sweet kisses he stole within the confines of that vehicle, but too, those firm caresses he afforded the length of his husband. It was distinctly bold in every sense, for the Monarch to engage within such activities outside of the confines of their bedroom or indeed the seclusion of their home and yet Dorian so found both a decided sense of comfort and too- a distinct sense of daring within the darkness of that car and Sebastian's promised insistence that, despite those gathered crowds, the darkness of those tinted windows surely prevented their viewing anything less then proper that might occur. It was distinctly arousing in every sense to coax those very sounds from his husband. Dorian nothing if not practised in utilising those sweet kisses and firm touches to command his lovers frame just as he desired it. Sebastian, at that moment, so more then willing to facilitate those very touches as his legs spread further apart. Dorian afforded all the more access to those more intimate parts of his companions physique he so desperately desired.

The Monarch's lips so easily stole that soft moan from Sebastian's own before they moved to press to his companions neck. That very place upon his lover so eternally seemed to prompt that increased arousal. How terribly satisfying it was to feel Sebastian harden all the more agianst his fingers and yet, tonight, Dorian so found himself entirely willing to press well beyond those normal boundaries he might otherwise have kept. It was decidedly easy to allow his fingers to pause in that pleasurable touch if only for long enough to unzip Sebastian's pants and free the length of his lover from that all-too restricting cloth. Dorian so took that opportunity then to lean away from the vampires neck and allow his lips to replace his fingers upon that ever-sensitive flesh. The near instant groan of satisfaction that very act received coaxed a simper to Dorian's own features as the Fae King adjusted just so as to be able to take all the more of his lover between his lips. Sebastian was subject to each practised touch of his tongue and the warm, welcome wetness of his mouth in turn. Dorian's hand moved to embrace the base of his lover and add that further stimulation as Sebastian leaned well back within his own seat. Dorian so positively adoring to pull those sounds from his husband!

Sebastian's hand came to rest gently agianst the back of his head, that touch nothing short of affectionate as Dorian so further sought to press his companion toward that pleasurable peak. The sheer, simple firmness of his lover between his lips was nothing short of satisfying, that hardened length becoming even more so, and yet- the very heights of that satisfaction, it seemed, were destined to be denied to them both. Sebastian's near breathless insistence that they had arrived so prompted Dorian to pause before he leaned gently away from the vampires decidedly aroused physique- earning him a soft huff of protest as he did. The car had indeed come to a halt with a rather notable crowd so positioned outside. How decidedly unfortunate! Dorian's silver gaze shifted from his husband, to that crowd outside and back once more. A distinct look of displeasure so settling upon his features. The Monarch distinctly irritated in having failed to achieve that very goal in finding that finish for Sebastian and yet, he supposed, here and now it could so hardly be helped. It was, however, that very state in which Sebastian remained that so at last managed to prompt an amused simper the the Monarch's features. Just how on earth his lover so intended to get out of the car he hardly knew! Dorian lamenting that lack of time.

Sebastian's insistance that he had hardly been done either only furthered that very look of amusement upon Dorian's features before his lover so attempted to....reposition himself in just such a fashion as to appear decent for that crowd and yet- that very state of...excitement Sebastian had so found himself within was nothing short of abundantly clear beneath those newly zipped dress pants. This, Dorian was sure, was the very sort of scandal they so hardly needed splashed across the front pages of every newspaper and magazine within the world! The Fae Kings silver gaze shifted from his lover then to glance around the vehicle before reaching for Sebastian's coat with the insistence that he could, perhaps, carry it in front of him. How serious an issue this was and yet....how very amusing all at once. Sebastian, in his distraction, took several moments to process that offered coat before finally reaching for it with the insistence that wearing it would surely suffice in concealing those more prominent features of his physique. How sorely tempting it was to simply....continue with that veritable game of sorts they had bgan. Dorian so finding himself sorely displeased at that formal event required of them in that moment and yet, if nothing else, that promise of tonight was surely nothing short of glorious!

His lips moved to press a final time to his husbands own with a soft utterance of just that very promise. That touch alone so stealing but another soft groan from within the depths of the vampires throat. Dorian nothing short of reluctant to lean away and yet that duty called- as it so often did. Dorian content to afford his lover that final chuckle of amusement as Sebastian insisted he was hardly helping the matter before the pair finally exited that vehicle- much to the delight of the gathered crowd of alumni and officials. Dorian moved swiftly to intercept those first few beings if only to offer Sebastian several more minutes to...situate himself as he so needed to be. That exchange of greetings and royal bows was fortunately short before they were guided inside and out of that miserable rain and cold that seemed to personify England in its entirety. Indoors was, mercifully, far warmer. That entrance hall, despite its vast size and terribly impressive architecture was of a wholly comfortable temperature. Dorian was so momentarily content to eye that space with a decidedly clear intrigue. His gaze settled upon the wall of Esteemed Alumni so proudly displayed to the side . Sebastian's own picture so instantly recognizable upon the very wall, his degree listed beneath along with his titles as Prince of Italy.

"Bastian, look! There you are."

Sebastian's picture looked decidedly new upon that wall. The University chancellor, a man in the most curious robes Dorian was assured he had ever seen, was quick to step forward and toward that wall to gesture toward Sbastian's picture. The Universities most esteemed alumni reside upon this wall. Those individuals who have achieved great personal success in their professional or personal lives are listed here. His Highness, as Prince of Italy, is distinctly deserving of his place.The University is privileged to have a Prince among its alumni. Several murmurs of agreement resounded from amongst those gathered men as Dorians gaze travelled across those other pictures. The vast majority of those people were distinctly unknown to him. His gaze so returning to that chancellor then.

"I would like to see the law buildings and where Sebastian studied. His time at university is of great interest to me. I have never been to a university before. What other subjects may be studied here?"

That such a place was a school was nothing short of fascinating to the Fae. Dorian finding a distinct intrigue in so many aspects of that place and its facilities. That Canceller was all too willing to show off that historic university as he offered to lead the way. Dorian quickly fell into step beside his lover. His voice a distinctly low whisper to his husband alone then.

"Is it a requirement here that everyone must wear those.....dress robes? That hat he is wearing is also decidedly- unique. Did you have to wear such an outfit as that?"

Those ceremonial robes, it seemed, were all but lost upon the Fae King. Dorian left to stare in wonder towards them before an assistant so suddenly stepped forward. That small party halted at the base of the stairs as the young woman offered her hand towards them then. Shall I take Your Majesties and His Highness' coats? Dorian moved to near automatically shift from his own coat and offer it toward the young woman, the Monarch realising too late, perhaps, that such a situation was likely rather....problematic for his lover. Dorian so attempted to afford Sebastian's groin a rather brief and passing glance in some effort to assess its status and yet that coat, for now, so continued to do a remarkable job in its concealment. How distinctly unamusing that moment was and yet how Dorian could so barely keep that simper from his features all the same- despite his efforts to contain it! How curious those glances he was afforded! That smile so threatening upon his lips with each passing moment.

"His Highness might prefer to wear his coat he...chills easily. He finds it very hard to retain warmth, you see."

How decidedly devilish that very simper that found his lips at such a choice of words. Dorian, perhaps, enjoying that moment far more then he surely should have. That good natured amusement lingering readily upon his features as he so attempted to provide an excuse for his lover. Yet....how he too could hardly deny he was perhaps, far more intrigued in what rested beneath that trench coat then he was in the architecture of that hall! How very much he looked forward to later tonight...

Dorian Ellington-Aragona