The ghost of a simper danced upon his features at the very notion of just how...pleased their Lord might be at their dedication to their own marriage. Sebastian was well aware of just how controversial their union was, the current Pope but the first after a long line to announce their preferences for one another was not a sin unto God himself. His beliefs, however, were hardly followed by the entirety of the Catholic religion and yet, the dynamics of homosexuality and spiritualism were admittedly the very last thing upon Sebastian's mind as they left behind the towering sanctuary. His own thoughts were decidedly focused upon far more carnal desires, that very knowledge that he had created the very beginnings of that lust within his husband only furthering the discomfort that afflicted him with each step as the jean material of his dress pants moved against the hardened length of his physique. He strove, truly, to not consider what Dorian might look like, sprawled upon the dormitory beds, much less how much of a distraction the fae King would have been had the couple met during those mortal years Sebastian had attended college. His efforts to focus upon the facts of the renovations the common room had seen since his years, however, grossly failed to enthrall him in the slightest when his crystalline gaze kept returning to the enticing physique of the fae King beside him.

He was almost thankful that the Chancellor hardly seemed keen to linger within the dormitory walls if only for the feverish desire to see the tour come to a completion. It was the soft touch of Dorian's fingers against his wrist that rapidly drew his attention towards his Monarch, the vampiric Prince halting near immediately in his steps as Dorian tugged him away from the procession. Frankly, he was rather surprised the pair had managed to steal even but the slightest moment away from the alumni, their eyes so frequently settled upon the royal couple with far greater intensity than Sebastian liked and yet...now...how he desired a moment alone with his lover! Any satisfaction he might have enjoyed from that brief interlude of the tour, however, was cut off by the sound of unanticipated laughter. His crystalline gaze followed his lover's own as the royal couple stared with unabashed astonishment as the young couple stumbled into the room. Their very presence seemed to prompt the pair to halt abruptly in their path, that muttered apology one that Dorian was quick to dismiss. How effortlessly Dorian was able to get rid of them, the King's assurance they would simply....pretend neither saw each other enough to send them scurrying off and not a moment too soon, Sebastian was sure.

Quickly, the Englishman's attention shifted towards his husband as Dorian's arms reached up to wrap around his neck. Sebastian's hands settled upon his lover's waist, his lips altogether eager in meeting his King's and yet, how utterly aware he was of Dorian's fit figure pressed closely against his own. The soft sound of desire in the back of Dorian's throat surely only worsened the vampire's arousal as his hips rolled forward and firmly against Dorian's groin. The very action so saw his breath catch within his throat, his body all but needing that release so desperately. How attuned Sebastian was to every sensation, the Prince only desiring far more with that brief glimpse of friction he was given. His lover's inquiry as to where he might take his husband, were they clandestine lovers sneaking away in the depths of the night, hardly required much thought. Sebastian, after all, had his preferred secluded locations - the first of which decidedly taboo. The very suggestion of the choir loft prompted a glimpse of surprise upon Dorian's features, one that Sebastian well expected. "Never?" He inquired leaning forward just slightly, "I'm sure we can remedy this..." That challenge however, prompted a soft sound of bemusement from the vampire. "I think you know very well how 'good' I can be." The vampire murmured only to lament the inevitable return of the Chancellor and his parade of attendants.

How he despised the impossibility of enjoying his husband's physique within the very church Sebastian had defiled with many a lover in the past. It was with this regret that he was perhaps overly eager to indulge in his husband as much as he could in those blessed stolen moments. His lips pressed against Dorian's own, taking the King's top lip between his. His hips pressed firmly once again upon Dorian's own though Sebastian hardly anticipated the attention he so finally received. The very sensation of Dorian's hand sliding down his waist band only prompted a break within that once feverish kiss, his attention entirely focused upon the sensation of his lover's fingertips against the very length of him. God how he craved that touch, that very movement prompted a low, audible groan from his lips, his breath already becoming unsteady and yet, his lover was all too quick to deny him. A soft whine of desire left Sebastian's lips as Dorian's hand withdrew, his gaze drifting downwards only to watch with a raised brow as Dorian's fingers so reached for himself.

God, Dorian so surely knew exactly what he was doing to the vampire, that very sight so pushing Sebastian to the very edge of control on the teasing he was capable of enduring. His attention was vaguely forced to refocus upon the Monarch as Dorian's lips pressed eagerly against his own, Sebastian forced to find some sort of contentment in grinding his body against his lover's hand, all the while knowing that each caress only resulted in his husband further pleasuring himself. It was only the sound of footsteps that so abruptly brought the end to that singular moment, that groan upon Dorian's lips, accompanied by that brief moment of glorious, utter friction so brought a soft pant to Sebastian's own lips. His quickly darkening gaze turned upwards towards his husband and yet that very denial had become unbearably uncomfortable, his dress pants surely dampening at his own readiness. The Chancellor, thankfully, seemed blissfully unaware of just what he had walked into, the man near purposeful in his efforts to direct them back to the entrance hall. Sebastian, for his part, was almost sluggish to follow behind the retreating figure of his husband. He was so entirely aware of the brush of fabric against him at every step, his body so alight with that ever increasing sensation that his own gaze fluttered closed as he strove to desperately steady both his breath and his own fragile control.

Sebastian was entirely thankful that the walk back towards the entrance hall was relatively short, even if every step seemed increasingly more....difficult. He remained silent, however, as was expected of the Prince in wake of his Monarch, even if the very prospect of speeches internally made Sebastian cringe. Thankfully, Dorian seemed to share a similar thought, the Monarch quick to shut down the idea with a phrase that all but insinuated the very end of the tour. Sebastian was well aware of that look of uncertainty upon the Chancellor and his alumni's features. They, after all, were not used to being told no, even by their esteemed guests. Still, Sebastian was nothing if not gratefully for his lover's decision to command the very end of that trip - though he had always found that demanding side of his husband to be distinctly...arousing. As if he further needed anymore desire to take his own husband! It was the offer of money that finally seemed to encourage the Chancellor to accept their departure, the pair quickly seeing to those pleasantries before Sebastian fell into step slightly behind his husband, following the Italian Monarch towards the waiting vehicle.

How thrilled he was to escape to the darkness of the town car, the vampire quickly sliding into the vehicle after his lover. The door had no sooner closed firmly behind him before Dorian's hand reached out and for his button down shirt, Sebastian nothing if not terribly eager to close that distance, his lips pressing all the feverishly against Dorian's own and yet, he wasted no time in focusing upon those intense desires. It hardly mattered that their trip home would likely be as short as their travel to the college, much less the possibility of being interrupted before he wanted them to be. All that mattered in that moment, was Dorian. "I thought they'd never stop." He half muttered before his lover's kisses and yet, Sebastian's hands were far more focused upon an entirely different task. His fingers quickly found Dorian's jacket, the vampire quickly undoing those buttons to push the woolen material off his husband's shoulders. His hands fell quickly to Dorian's waistband, finding the button and zipper that all but restricted him from fully indulging in his King's figure. How quickly he pushed those pants and undergarments down, his own fingers quickly embracing all of his husband before he uttered with audible need. "I don't think I can wait, Dorian......take me like the girl in that painting of yours." That imagery, it seemed, had not quite left the vampire's mind, the Englishman certain they could achieve such a position the darkness of the town car atop it's supple leather seats.

Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy