Tenderly, Sebastian's fingers brushed over the monochromatic keys of the baby grand piano in front of him, the undeniably want that so afflicted him momentarily shared with a simple desire to play the instrument at his very fingertips. How...nice it might be to fall sway to that nostalgia - to remember John and William and Bryon as if it were they that lingered in the room and not esteemed alumni that so wished to usher him into the next room of his youth with little notion of all the history these walls so breathed of. For one singular moment, Sebastian was oblivious of the weight of those enigmatic silver irises that so followed his every moment. His own British lit echoed softly of those that he had once shared this very room with as his forefinger pressed down on the middle c, that singular note softly fluttering through the quiet room at his expert fingers. Such a delicate moment, however, was ruined by the sound of another voice - the young woman altogether eager to offer some strikingly dull comment to the Italian Monarch. It was one that had, seemingly, gone unnoticed by his lover, the very silence of his King momentarily drew the crystalline hue of the Englishman's gaze. His irises met his husband's own for one precious moment before, abruptly, Dorian seemed to remember that he had been spoken to. That well practiced response, however, prompted a warm simper upon Sebastian's features. How well he knew his husband now! Well enough to note when Dorian had hardly paid attention to the poor woman at all!

His response, however, seemed more than enough to satisfy the girl, the woman keen to lead the procession out of the room entirely. Hesitantly, Sebastian's attention fluttered back towards the piano with an almost despondent sense of longing - one that would hardly last long when his husband was in the room and his figure was still dreadfully afflicted with the hardness brought upon him by his King's well practiced tongue. Gingerly, Dorian's fingers reached out to rest upon his own, the very action only furthering the genteel redirection of the Prince's attention as Dorian shifted to stand behind him. How dreadfully easy it would have been to simply step into his lover's embrace, to press himself against Dorian's groin in that very way he so desperately desired to - the very thought prompting more than one place to throb with lustful want. His husband's idle comment brought a chuckle to his lips, Sebastian more than certain he was capable of bringing on even a glimpse of the longing that so filled the vampire's loins. He turned in place, his hand moving from beneath Dorian's own as he glanced towards the door, ensuring the privacy of that very moment. His teasing words, however, brought with it the soft fleeting touch of Sebastian's fingers against his lover's dress lands.

For a moment, his hand lingered, tracing the very outline of his King's quickly hardening figure. How easy it would have been to bring Dorian to the same point of hopeless craving that so afflicted him! Though surely, it would have been cruel when the very Monarch of Italy could not hide the result of Sebastian's taunting. The scandal that would light up the papers! Carefully the vampire stepped away from his lover, his hands returning to himself as he insisted the return of his lover's coat, even if it was beneath the guise of fearing for his husband's warmth in the upcoming trip outdoors and to the historic cathedral that loomed over King's College. The ready agreement from the Italian drew Sebastian gaze, that warm, albeit impish simper alighting his features even in spite of the pointed look he was given. Oh, truly Dorian had little idea of the very lengths Sebastian was willing to go beneath the blissfully ignorant eye of the public! This was just brushing the surface of all the ways in which he might so see to tease his lover, if given the opportunity! He said little of those considerations, however, as Dorian slipped into his own coat, the man purposefully fastened the buttons in place if only to ensure the fabric concealed that readiness that had begun to show within the bulge in Dorian's pants. God, how he'd so like to explore the very lengths of his Monarch! If only.

Sebastian wordlessly fell back into step just slightly behind the fae, that very position eternally reserved for the vampire alone as they meandered through the grounds of the college - past classrooms and lecture rooms. Admittedly, the Prince held distinctly little interest in the Chancellor's rattling of facts and accomplishments from past students of the college - those words hardly reminiscent of the very life that Sebastian had lived within these very halls. Rather, the Englishman was content to let his thoughts drift to the very man at his side and his own eagerness to sweep his Monarch away and into the darkened intimacy of their vehicle and, ultimately, his bedroom. He was, admittedly, equally as disinterested by the very chapel that he had spent countless of days within, the architectural splendor of the building somehow lessened by the procession of information the Chancellor so wished to impart upon them of its construction and expansion in years that had long passed. At the very least, that politeness so ingrained within the now royal Englishman saw him at least make some effort to prompt some vague conversation with the Chancellor of the changes that had taken place since Sebastian had left the campus. The pews, at the very least, had been upgraded. It was but the weight of his lover's gaze upon him that drew the glacier hue of Sebastian's own eyes, the vampire ignorant of the stained glass that cast the gentlest of colors upon his pale, undead skin. The very last thing he anticipated was his lover's insistence that he wished to see the dormitories, of all places! Especially when Sebastian desired nothing else but to leave!

A soft breath left the vampire's lips as he trailed after the Italian Monarch and back out through the chapel's doors. It was but the softened whisper of that Italian lit that drew the Englishman's attention to the man beside him, his brow rose ever so slightly at the very suggestion of those thoughts that clearly lingered upon his husband's mind. A soft snort of bemusement left his nose before he provided the King with a small lift of his shoulders. "I'm sure the Lord would be...overjoyed with our continual diligence to our marriage." He retorted, a ghost of a simper present upon his lips all the same, even as the vampire so sidestepped the very fact that their union alone was so often construed as a slight against God as it was, much less what the two actively engaged in between the sheets - or anywhere else Dorian might allow him to so partake in!

It was, perhaps, fortunate that the dormitory hardly lay far beyond the shadow of the cathedral itself - the very thought of the dormitory itself only prompted Sebastian to consider the number of rooms that so surely were ripe for the taking for...far more enjoyable endeavors. It was a continual point of disappointment that the tour seemed to persist despite Sebastian's own exceeding discomfort, the Prince's figure pressing so firmly against his own pants, his very arousal surely staining the very fabric. It was, however, this singular building that had changed the most since Sebastian's own years, even if his thoughts were largely focused upon how the new, modernized furniture might be further utilized to fulfill his clawing needs. The bright blue of his own irises skirted briefly over the common room they were led into, the vampire caring distinctly little for how students now filled their days. Oh how it had become a struggle to not end that very tour! His patience all but wanning with each passing moment. He had only just turned to join the receding procession when Dorian's hand reached out to entangle within his own - the very action immediately stopping the vampire within his place.

It was the abrupt sound of laughter that cut off his lover's words, the fae turning in place to eye the young couple that hurried into the very room they stood within. Sebastian's own gaze focused effortlessly upon the pair as he stepped protectively closer towards his husband. Admittedly, he hardly viewed the students as any sort of true threat and yet, that very need to be close was almost instinctual - a habit brought on both by his unwavering possessiveness and equally as needy physique. How quickly the pair revealed just what their actions tonight had consisted of (as if Sebastian could not smell the scent of sex upon them). The poor woman's cheeks had turned a shade of scarlett that was all but impossible to miss, her boyfriend's shirt just slightly askew, enough that even he saw fit to fix it as he attempted to regain his composure.

Any words the couple might have offered, however, was cut off entirely by his lover's almost teasing tone, the very playfulness within it prompted a soft chuckle to Sebastian's lips as the poor young man was left staring at the royal couple in utter bafflement. That apology, however, was interrupted with equal swiftness as Dorian so saw fit to remind the pair that they surely should not have been here anymore than Dorian and himself, that very promise that both parties would simply...forget one another was clearly enough to prompt the two from all but fleeing from the room only to finally, finally, provide Sebastian but one blissful moment alone with his husband. Eagerly, the vampire stepped closer towards Dorian, that coaxing hardly necessary even as his lover nestled against his figure. God, how bloody aware Sebastian was of Dorian's hips against his own! His hands naturally settled upon his lover's waist as his lips pressed fervently against his husband's own. How he needed to feel more of his husband against him! He wanted to feel all of him - to strip those very clothes that so kept the two men apart. His hands pulled his lover closer against him, moving in time with his hips in a gentle thrust and yet, that very action so caught his breath in his throat, his own physique so decidedly sensitive that the simple action only made him crave more. A soft breath left his lips as Dorian pulled back just enough to wrap his arms around Sebastian's neck.

Those hushed words hardly required hesitation before an almost knowing simper crossed his features. The ways he had so explored King's college! Once upon a time the vampire had indulged in his male classmates in each of those nooks and corners and yet...there was but one specific place that so came to mind. "There's a choir loft in the church, no one goes up there at this time of night but you have to be quiet." His brow rose ever so slightly in an almost vague challenge and yet...what a scandal that would be. The Chancellor surely wouldn't leave them alone long enough for Sebastian to please his lover in all the ways he so surely desired to. "You know he's going to come back for us soon..." He muttered softly, that English lit all the more present even as he leaned in to take Dorian's top lip between his own in yet another stolen kiss, his hips only once more pressing against Dorian's own, if only to feel the length of the Monarch between the cotton of their pants and thick material of those winter coats - God, he wasn't sure how much longer he could take this.

Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy