The crystalline blue of the vampire's gaze was turned upwards as the royal couple was led into the entryway of King's College. How he remembered this hall! How many times he had passed through it in some rush to get between classes, sometimes with William at his side. His eyes traced the all too familiar wooden architecture and yet, his thoughts hardly lingered long upon those studious nights he'd spent at the college. Quite on the contrary, Sebastian was painfully aware of just how much his body so desired, his thoughts drifting near immediately to those more risque trysts he'd once had within these same halls with his own male peers. After all, back then women had been all but banned from attending a proper university. He was oblivious, for once, in his own sex laden thoughts, of his husband's gaze drifting down towards his groin. His coat was nothing if not entirely successful in hiding the outline of Sebastian's physique, even as the vampire pressed ever firmly against the material of his dress slacks. By the time they escaped the surly too long guided tour, Sebastian was certain his pants would too be afflicted with that wetness that so came with just how ready he was.

That slight movement of walking alone prompted a soft breath from the vampire as the material of his pants brushed against him, though he was quick to suppress any further sound from leaving his lips. It was his lover's announcement that his portrait hung upon the wall, however, that forced Sebastian's attention away from the longing that assaulted him. His gaze shifted towards the picture of himself, a plaque beneath so neatly printed his name, his position within the Italian Monarchy, and the degree he'd earned from the prestigious college. It was, admittedly, odd to see his face staring back at him amongst the Olympians and poets that otherwise gained note. He could hardly help the surprise that was clearly mirrored upon his features and yet, the Prince was quick to recover, politely insisting that he was honored with the sudden recognition he had gained after his marriage. The Incubus was hardly oblivious to the beaming grin upon the Chancellor's face, the man clearly overjoyed to show off his royal alumni. He was almost thankful, really, when the Chancellor's attention turned towards his husband. Dorian, as always, effortlessly took control of the situation as he requested to see the very classrooms that Sebastian had once spent far too much time within.

The very prospect of further walking, however, only caused a soft sigh from Sebastian's lips, the discomfort such an act afflicted him with made him ill inclined to stroll across the entire campus. After all, King's college was...vast. Nevertheless, Sebastian remained silent on his own desires as he trailed after the Chancellor at his lover's side. The Prince was, however, entirely surprised to learn just how much Cambridge had expanded its degrees, several of those subjects now available to students had never been heard of, much less contemplated in his own era! It was his lover's inquiry that so readily ensnared his attention in the wake of the Chancellor's words, the vampire's instincts all the more astute when those Incubus tendencies were aroused. His own accent was equally more prominent in that very moment, the sound alone was a telling indication to his lover of his very need. He was ignorant, however, of just how distracting his husband found that very lit, the vampire instead focused upon answering his King's inquiry as he so effortlessly picked out each member of the party's rank purely upon the color of their robes and the decoration of the tassels that adorned them.

Dorian was altogether quick to pick up on the very meaning of the robes as a whole though it was his lover's assurance that he was fortunate to not wear such a thing that prompted a sound of bemusement from the vampire. "Ah, I fear I had one as well, Ma Biche. Every student on campus has one...or rents one when it's necessary to wear." His shoulder lifted in a vague shrug. This, after all, was simply the way that things had been for centuries, some traditions still strongly held onto even if they were no longer sensible. It was hardly long before the small congregation came to a halt at the base of the grand staircase, only for a young woman to rush towards them with the offer to take their coats. The very idea of removing his jacket only caused the vampire to shift ever so slightly in his place. His current...predicament was, he was sure, still strikingly visible. That hardness that afflicted him hardly had decreased in those few moments since they had left the black sedan. Dorian, however, was content to merely grin devilishly at him after removing his own coat. The teasing words upon the King's lips prompted a roll of Sebastian's eyes, the man picking up on the King's pun even as he insisted that he was perfectly fine with his jacket. Thankfully, the woman was hardly inclined to press him, the Chancellor quickly waving her off before the progression continued further upwards and towards the classrooms.

As they progressed further through the familiar campus, the vampire was entirely unsurprised to note that distinctly little had changed over the years. Sure, the carpet had been updated, it's color now more vibrant, and several desks had been replaced for something more modern but the majority of Cambridge was exactly as he had left it - a place near as frozen in time as the vampire himself. His sheer familiarity with the university, however, quickly saw his attention deviate entirely from their guided tour. Rather, it was his husband that so captivated the Englishman, the Incubus far more keen to simply dwell upon the fit physique he new rested beneath those layers of fine clothing. How eager his imagination was to relish the idea of undressing his lover in each of those classrooms and enjoying the King's body was he given the chance. Oh, all the ways he'd so see his husband become undone! He watched as Dorian returned to his side only for the group to progress further down the hallway. The Prince was hardly surprised by his husband's desire to inspect the art that lined the hall - the Chancellor more than willing to give the Monarch the chance to inspect each of those aged masterpieces.

Dorian's approval of the artwork seemed to be all the Chancellor required before ushering them on again and yet, his lover seemed willing to linger a moment longer. That small tug upon the hem of the vampire's coat near immediately drew his attention, prompting Sebastian to step closer towards his husband. "Hm?" He inquired, his crystalline gaze turning upwards towards the painting his lover stood before. For a moment, his eyes swept over those nude figures before him and yet, how Sebastian would have desired that same sensation of flesh upon flesh that those painted subjects so enjoyed. The King's soft whisper was altogether audible for the Incubus' predatory hearing - and oh how he could hear even that mischievousness hidden in the depths of his lover's Italian accent! The very suggestion of utilizing that same piece of furniture, however, was all that was necessary for Sebastian's already overactive mind, the man forced to shift almost uncomfortably once again. God, if only he could enjoy the chase furniture in the same way those individuals were! The vampire altogether certain that other parts of his body too had begun to ache with that blatant desire to feel his lover in the depths of him. Dorian, however, hardly lingered, the Italian Monarch so teasing him before stepping away to rejoin the group, leaving the Prince alone with his thoughts. A soft breath left Sebastian's lips, his crystalline eyes glancing over the artwork once more before he too joined the procession through his university.

It was only the familiarity of one particular room that drew Sebastian's thoughts from all the ways he'd so like to be enjoyed by his husband. The music room. God, how many hours the vampire had spent here! The piano tucked away in the corner only further ensnared Sebastian's attention as he crossed the room. Tenderly, his fingers brushed across the surface of the sleek black piano. His admittance of the very society he'd once assisted in founding, however, seemed to intrigue his lover entirely. Briefly, Sebastian's gaze shifted towards his Monarch. "There were five of us...starting out....but yes, we did." He clarified, unwilling to take the credit entirely for himself. The vampire was oblivious to those very wants he so drew out within his husband at that moment as his fingers graced the top of the piano, his own gaze instead cast down towards those keys in a brief consideration if the Chancellor might allow him to play, even if the vampire had his own piano awaiting him within his own home. It was the sound of one of the young women's voice's that drew his gaze away from the Steinway, only to meet the striking silver hue of his lover's own for a brief moment. Whatever thoughts so captivated the Italian, however, were quickly pushed aside as Dorian nodded along with the woman's explanation of the trophy case. Unlike his lover, however, Sebastian had been far more...astute to her words. Frankly, he was amazed that a society he'd help found on a dull, rainy Thursday had become so...prominent.

His lover's agreement, however, seemed all that was necessary before the group seemed to file out of the room, leaving the royal couple for but several brief seconds. The vampire was nothing if not entirely aware of the sudden proximity of the fae, the King standing carefully behind him only for Dorian's hand to brush gingerly against Sebastian's own. His lover's admittance that he both enjoyed Cambridge and so wanted to leave the campus prompted a soft chuckle from Sebastian's lips as he turned to face his husband. Sebastian carefully stepped to the side, his hand pulling back from his lover's own and yet, the very position Dorian afforded him was one he was more than willing to take advantage of - the fae's back to the Chancellor. "If you steal anymore moments with me, I can guarantee you'll need it." He murmured softly, his hand reaching down to brush against the King's groin. The sensation was nothing short of fleeting even as he traced the outline of his lover, though the action only furthered the throb within Sebasitna's own pants. Still, he was...over eager to continue that game before he stepped away from his lover. "Could you have His Majesty's coat returned to him? If we are to visit the Chapel I would like to ensure he stays warm." He commented to the Chancellor as his gaze fluttered towards the foyer outdoors and the magnificent Chapel that would no doubt be their next destination - a short but nonetheless rainy walk required to it's front doors.

Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy