Your Majesty we feel that in these troubling times that His Highness and yourself are who the Italian people will look to for leadership. We would humbly seek to request a series of photographs be taken of yourself and His Highness wearing masks as a show of unity with Italy and the world as we struggle with this global pandemic

Dorian's own features frowned ever so slightly at the notion of masks. Sebastian and himself, after all, were incapable of contracting that very disease that had, of late, taken the veritable world beneath its hold. Still, he supposed, the Ambassador made a sound point if only in that much of Italy would look to his and Sebastian's example. If their wearing masks for several photographs might encourage that general population to better protect themselves then he was near assured it was a sensible choice. The safety of his people was distinctly...important to the Fae King. Italy, at the start, had been one of the countries most harshly taken by that virus. His people's love of congregation, of Sunday Mass and too- those large gatherings of extended family had worked sorely agianst them. That global pandemic and too, Dorian's own extended family, of late, had taken its toll upon the Monarch. Meeting after meeting so seemed to be needed to discuss and discuss and discuss! Those few moments of reprieve Dorian was afforded so tending to be taken up with Matteo or Alexander or Mira and Aiden and while the Monarch so adored that presence of his family within his home he was near assured he had seen less of his husband then ever before and too- that any relaxation time had been all but robbed from him! How very...weary the Monarch found himself becoming with this pandemic. Dorian so assured he had lost count of the amount of press conferences himself and Sebastian had been called to hold via that video link this past month. The Italian people, in turn, seemed either keen to praise their efforts, or find themselves outraged at the notion Sebastian and himself had chosen to remain within the city rather than Italy itself. Sebastian had insisted, over and over, that air travel was nothing but unsafe. Dorin wholly inclined to believe his husband in this.

"If it will assist in encouraging the general population to take further precautions then Sebastian and I will gladly commit to this photoshoot."

Several murmurs of pleased agreement echoed from that computer screen before another of those men began to talk. That discussion shifted toward a need for a change in policy and government support regarding job loss throughout the country. Such matters, Dorian was certain, were best handled by the Minister for Education and Employment and yet the very law of Italy so insisted Dorian himself be present for such discussion even if he held vastly little to contribute. In the very least there was only but a few minutes left within this meeting. How very much he looked forward to closing that computer for the evening! The soft sound of someone so entering his office momentarily drew the Monarch's attention, his silver gaze shifted to fall unexpectedly upon the figure of his husband as Sebastian slipped silently into the room. The ready curiosity within the Monarch's gaze was met with his husband's own soft simper and gentle wave to return to what he was doing. Sebastian so surely having come to borrow something from his office or indeed, perhaps merely wait for him to finish so that they might share even a few moments alone. Dorian allowed a momentary smile to touch his own lips in appreciation for his husband's presence before his gaze returned to that computer and the tail end of that meeting. Heavens but that man could talk! Dorian was assured he had never heard the word 'policy' uttered so many times in a singular monologue.

The Fae King was aware, vaguely, of Sebastian so removing his tie from his neck before draping it across the arm of the chair he had taken residence within opposite his desk. Such a thing was hardly unusual in any sense. Sebastian so clearly having finished his own meetings for the evening. Dorian's gaze remained upon that computer screen and those Ambassadors as Sebastian began to deftly unbutton his shirt. The Fae King distinctly...aware of just how many buttons Sebastian seemed content to undo. Dorian glanced upward from that screen once more in clear curiosity- only to be met with a near...mischievous grin from his lover. What in heaven's name was Sebastian doing? The vampire allowed that shirt to hang loosely about the hard plains of his chest. Dorian, this time, utterly unable to ignore the sight of that. Such a wretched creature Sebastian was! How quickly the Monarch near forgot those ambassadors upon his screen! Your Majesty? Your Majesty is everything well?

"Hmm? Oh yes, I'm terribly sorry. There was a momentary....distraction within my room."

Dorian glanced near hurriedly back toward that screen. A singular eye inclined to raise at that mention of 'distraction' as Sebastian was afforded a fleeting and yet no less pointed look. The Monarch;s own simper so daring to tug at his lips before forcing his mind to focus upon that manner at hand as the Ambassador began to discuss his five point plan for removing Italy from the grasp of a Pandemic. How determined Dorian was to focus on that final plan and yet how utterly determined Sebastian seemed, in turn, to threaten that concentration! The Fae King so hardly dared glance upward again and yet how aware he was all the same of Sebastian's figure shifting within his peripheral vision, the vampire moving to silently unbutton his pants and slide them down his figure. How tortuous this was! Dorian, in that moment, was near forced to present that face of neutrality to those men on the screen and yet how utterly he desired to be anything but! Not when Sebastian sat but feet away from him, the hard plains of his chest so nearly within reach along with that length of himself he had taken within his own hand. Dorian near craving to reach for his lover. How readily Sebastian knew it. That mischievous look upon the vampires features so decidedly making sense.

Dorian could so hardly help that fashion in which he squirmed but slightly upon that chair. That effort to keep his attention upon that screen and not his husband prompting the Monarch to bite softly upon his own lower lip. How the mere sight of Sebastian alone could so prompt a reaction upon his own figure. Dorian decidedly aware of that slight firmness of himself in turn. Those Ambassadors upon his screen remained nothing if not oblivious to his current predicament as the first pause to discuss some personal anecdote.

"Gentleman might we continue with the final points of your plan I am very eager to.....hear them."

The Monarch's silver gaze shifted upward once more. The mere sight of Sebastian's hand agianst himself was nothing short of arousing. That very struggle to keep his own features decidedly free of that want that gripped his figure was nothing short of immense. Heavens but how long did it take a man to talk about his plan? This, Dorian was assured, was veritable torture. How surely that increased beat to his own heart gave away his desire to Sebastian alone. The Ambassador so finally uttering those last few sentences. Dorian all but forced to conceal that very sound of want that threatened to rise within his own throat. Your Majesty are you quite alright?

"Yes, I am quite well, this has been a lovely evening gentleman and i thank you for your service to the...the...world and everyone in it. Goodnight."

Those final words were a veritable rush from his lips. Dorian so uttering but the first sentence that came to his mind- the near baffled looks upon those men's faces all but ignored as Dorian hurriedly reached to end that call and silence that room beyond the soft sounds of Sebastian's genteel touch agianst himself. How very close Sebastian had surely been to giving himself away! Dorian moved to peer around that computer screen entirely then. His silver gaze so at last meeting the vibrant blue of Sebastian's own entirely. A warm simper finding his own lips.

"Anyone would think, my Darling, that you wanted my attention."

Dorian rose smoothly from his own chair then, one hand lifted to run through his brunette locks, that very act so musing his hair decidedly before he stepped deftly around that desk to take those few strides towards his lover. How easy it was to straddle Sebastian's figure then. Dorian content to rest one knee either side of his husband's legs and agianst that plush armchair cushion. The Monarch easing himself onto Sebastan's lap as his arms wove about his husband's neck. That very position all but forcing Sebastian to stop that gentle caress of his own figure as Dorian leaned forward. His lips brushing agianst his husbands own.
"I just thanked two men for their service to the world as a whole because you made me forget, entirely, just what I had been attempting to say."

A ready, warm simper found the Monarch's lips. Dorian allowed one hand to lift, his fingers so gently brushing Sebastian's hair aside. That touch was nothing short of affectionate. Dorian so momentarily simply....admiring his husband's features.

"You are a wretched creature sometimes, Bastian."

Those very words were nothing short of endearing. Dorian no sooner having uttered them then he allowed his lips to find his husband's own in that distinctly ardent, wanting kiss. The Monarch so allowing his own hips to shift in the same moment to grind agianst Sebastian's own and afford his lover but some of that very friction he so surely desired.