God, how fucking amazing Dorian was at this. The very sensation of his lover's tongue against him only furthered the very hardness of his physique. The sensations of the moistness of the King's mouth, the warmth of Dorian's breath and the firmness of his lover's fingers wrapping around him! It was more than enough to prompt his breath to hitch, a heady groan reverberating upon his lips. The vampire's head leaned back, his eyelashes fluttered closed as he simply focused his entire attention upon the feelings his King afforded him. Gingerly, his hand reached down to rest almost tenderly upon the back of his lover's head, that simple touch entirely affectionate. Even so, how he struggled to remain still! How tempting it was to shift his hips with each movement of Dorian's own! How greatly he found himself desiring more as the vampire crept ever closer towards that precipice of glorious satisfaction. It was only that slight change in the vehicle's speed that caused his crystalline blue eyes to open, his gaze shifted towards the window with but another groan upon his lips. Sebastian was nothing short of utterly disappointed to see the very streets of Cambridge's vast university spiraling around them - the car moving ever closer to his own university. Slowly, Sebastian's gaze turned downwards towards his lover, the very sight of Dorian nestled between his own legs all the more alluring at that very moment, prompting yet another hitched groan to his lips. God, how he didn't want his King to stop and yet, the crowds that waited for them were unlikely to understand the Prince's need for that glorious release.

His accent was distinctly prominent between the breathlessness that afflicted him as Sebastian informed his lover of their arrival. Those very words, he knew, were more than enough to prompt an abrupt end to Dorian's studious attention to his physique, as undesired as it was. A soft sound of huffed discontent left his lips as Dorian sat up, the King's gaze shifting to the crowd the black town car approached. That look of displeasure one that Sebastian surely mirrored - the Incubus hardly finished, after all. That bemused simper upon his lover's features, however, was wholly unexpected and yet this was surely not the first time within Sebastian's life in which he was required to face the throws of the public eye in a distinctly horny state. This, surely tame in some manners in which he had explored his sexuality beneath the unnoticing gaze of the world. Nevertheless, Sebastian was more than willing to lament just how...unfinished he was with their activities, even if such a thing was blatantly visible. He reached downwards, his own hand grasping the length of himself as he pulled those dress slacks back up, zipping them securely again even though he found the material all but drastically uncomfortable. How obvious the strain was, the very shape of himself visible beneath the material as the vampire's body pressed against those restrictive pants. Admittedly, given the present moment, Sebastian thought distinctly little on just how...scandalous it was to appear in front of the public in such a state, the Incubus, in this, caring distinctly little. Dorian's distinct consideration of this, however, left Sebastian merely staring blankly at the jacket he was offered before his own thoughts caught up.

Slowly, the vampire reached for the trenchcoat he so often wore, the material hanging upon his physique in such a way that it covered his groin, that alone the very reason he had long ago taken up such an article of clothing. He pulled the coat around his shoulders, any further efforts to button it, however, were interrupted by the soft press of Dorian's lips against his own. Oh, how that kiss and promise of what tonight could hold so toyed with his mind, painting pictures that would surely be too crude to utter into existence! A soft groan left echoed in the back of his throat, even as he made some effort to return that kiss. How little Dorian was helping in those efforts to decrease his wants! The vampire certain that his King was enjoying his misfortune! Any further words he might have held on the topic, however, were cut off short as the door to the vehicle opened, Dorian swiftly taking the lead as was so expected of him. Sebastian, however, was entirely appreciative of that action as he swiftly buttoned those remaining buttons to ensure his coat remained securely fastened around him. He stepped out of the car but seconds later, the vampire entirely aware of the feeling of his pants moving against him. A soft breath left his lips, the man suppressing that moan. A small simper crossed his features as those officials approached him, Sebastian striving to appear the epitome of poised as those greetings were exchanged. It was hardly long, however, before the pair were guided inside and out of the dismal rain that afflicted his home country.

The vampire was hardly oblivious to the change in temperature as they stepped inside the very hall he had once known so intimately. The warmth was nothing if not comfortable as his glacier blue irises glanced around the space. How little had changed since the years he'd walked these halls! Cambridge, after all, was a place that intensely celebrated its history. Dorian's sudden declaration drew the Prince's gaze towards the far side of the hall, only to eye the framed photo of himself on the wall - one of their official portraits released by the palace for the press. His brow rose ever so slightly as he eyed the title placed beneath his portrait. How eagerly the world took attention to him now that he had become royalty! His gaze deviated only at the chancellor's voice, those robes hardly earning a second glance from the Prince as the man insisted that, for his status, he surely deserved a place upon the wall. Any feelings he had for such a distinction, however, were pushed aside for that polite response that was expected of him as his head nodded slightly towards the Chancellor and those that surrounded the royal pair. "Thank you for this honor." He insisted, his accent all the more prominent as was so often the case when Sebastian was both home and also afflicted with that state of...desire. Nevertheless, his own gaze shifted over those faces, noting several politicians, writers, and an olympian hung upon that wall. His gaze deviated from the faces that stared back at him at the sound of his husband's voice.

The request to see all of those buildings that Sebastian had studied was one the Chancellor was eager to fulfill, the man keen to lead the way through the building, the whole affair rather nostalgic for the vampire. The soft whisper of his lover's voice drew his gaze, and his thoughts, from the past. His head bobbed ever so slightly, his own voice a soft whisper in response. "The Chancellor's is unique to him, everyone's robes denote their roles or degrees in the school. That's the vice-canceller, and the men behind us are mostly Procters and doctorate graduates." How effortlessly Sebastian was able to recall those rules of dress, each outfit with its coloring entirely unique and telling to the Italian Prince. He was hardly prepared for the small party's abrupt stop at the base of the grand staircase, the young woman's request for his coat, however, was one Sebastian was quick to brush off with a small shake of his head. His own...problem still blatantly obvious beneath the material of his jacket - those considerations of yesteryears largely focused upon the dark corners in which he had explored those more intimate desires with his male peers. Sex was...so entirely potent upon his mind, even despite the Prince's effort to appear entirely invested within revisiting those old college days. Dorian, however, was quick to assist in brushing off the woman's efforts to relieve him of his coat, albeit with a warm simper that prompted a roll of Sebastian's eyes.

Sebastian was hardly oblivious to his lover's choice of words, his head shaking ever so slightly though he said little of it other than the distinct look given to the fae King. "I'm quite fine, thank you." He insisted to the young woman, the vampire shifting ever so slightly in his own discomfort. He was almost thankful, really, when the Chancellor brushed away the young woman only to lead them through the Wilkin's building. Sebastian paid distinctly little attention to the common's room the pair were led through, those classrooms the Chancellor pointed out equally as failing to capture his attention. Rather, his attention was far more dedicated to the man at his side, the glacier blue of his gaze remaining steadfast upon his lover each time Dorian wandered from his side to inspect those rooms - even if his attention was entirely focused upon watching his husband's physique and imaging the Italian King without those layers of clothing. God how he wished they could explore the college without that veritable entourage! The places he might be inclined to show the King and too the...advantages he might take were they not under the continual watchful eye of that small crowd. It was, admittedly, only a practice room that drew Sebastian's focus away from all the intimate activities that plagued his thoughts. The Steinway tucked in the corner drawing his eyes, as much as the trophy case filled with photos and medals on the opposite side of the wall. That had certainly not been here when he had first joined the college all those years ago. Slowly Sebastian crossed the room, his fingers tenderly brushing against the piano's surface. "I remember this room. We founded the King's College Music Society here...and spent hours in this room." The very mention of the long-standing society seemed to catch the intrigue of the Chancellor though Sebastian himself hardly noticed, the man keeping distinctly little tabs on his college life after leaving it so far behind.

Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy