The Sun Also Rises

It was almost curious to him, in a fashion, that it was his very sexuality that so seemed to perturb that president. Enough so as to encourage that man to consider attempting to remove him from his role within the church and sway those parliamentarians to support such a notion that while hardly liable to effect the Monarchy in any significant manner would display to the people a distinct lack of faith from the government and indeed for those more religious amongst his people, so wholly represent that lack of favour from God himself. That disdain for his choice in companion was hardly new, indeed such prejudices had been alive and strong even within his own time, the modern day far more excepting off them as too, had been the very parliamentarian he had spent the past few days endearing himself too. Yet, in that single moment in which Sebastian's lips pressed to his own to steal those words from him and press upon him that single, blissful affection the Fae was entirely assured nothing in the entirety of the world mattered so much as that kiss he had waited two days for. The Pope himself could surely have announced his disapproval and Dorian would hardly have faltered. That love he felt for his companion was undeniable, irrevocable and utterly eclipsing. It was everything. How any being could ever deny it he would never know. Dorian readily deepening that kiss if only to relish in that scent and taste of the man all the more. Gods but he had missed him!

He so finally pulled but a little away and yet he held no desire to linger outside his Consorts reach, Dorian settling back into that embrace, so ensuring Sebastian's arms remained around him in that place they surely belonged before he so finally found those words in which to inform the vampire of just how those meetings had gone. It was that mention of golf and an apparent need to learn such a game that so seemed to prompt his lovers nose to scrunch in a slight display of distaste. Dorian not at all assured he blamed him. Emma had spent a large portion of the morning attempting to explain that game to him in turn. Dorian having come to conclude it seemed a wholly foolish sport if only because of the distances one was required to achieve with a simple stick and ball before being thusly required to find that ball. It made terribly little sense. Sebastian too seeming to share that sentiment before Dorian reached upward to allow his own hand to run across that new, prickly hair that adorned his cheeks and chin and upper lip. The Fae inquiring a moment later as to whether or not Sebastian so minded it terribly. After all, the Monarch could hardly remember a time he had gone unshaven since leaving his own palace near two years ago now.

His silver-hued gaze glanced upwards, searching his lovers features then, that warm smile upon the vampires lips so having a habit of prompting such a look upon his own as Sebastian spoke, pausing almost precariously after that simple utterance of 'I think' as Dorian so continued to look expectantly towards him. That soft assurance that his lover so found that almost scruffy appearance 'extra irresistible' so readily saw that grin upon the King's own features widen. It was distinctly rare, after all, for Sebastian to ever state out loud any particular feature upon his lover he found distinctly attractive, that alone so assuring Dorian that he must truly have enjoyed that newfound look. The manner in which the man so proceeded to bite softly upon his lower lip in a habit Dorian had come to recognise he did when given to consider those more primal wants was wholly satisfying in that moment. Sebastian so evidently found that scruff very appealing, Dorian near surprised to discover such an unanticipated preference and yet how utterly sexy that lip bite was! A truly demanding want so tugging at him then. Ah, but all the things he might desire to do to his lover here and now! All the places he might enjoy those lips! Dorian wholly assured that briefly quickened beat of his heart had surely given him away and yet he so strove to tease at his companion just a little more.

The Monarch turned easily upon that fence then, that soft huff from his companion hardly missed and wholly enjoyed. Dorian situating himself now so as to allow his lover to admire that new outfit he had donned for the evening. Sebastian's critique of such a thing holding far more importance to him than any other. Those modern styles of fashion after all, were so often difficult for the Fae to grasp in any true sense. The manner in which Sebastian's blue gaze so roved that length of his figure so had a habit of tugging at those desires all the more, Dorian so finding he adored to have the vampires attention so entirely upon him in that purely selfish fashion he hardly cared to dissuade. That momentary look of curiosity so brushed his features as Sebastian reached out, the vampires fingers brushing along his bare bicep, that muscle held taught from the manner in which the man gripped at the fence. How simple that touch and yet how easily even his skin so responded to that brush of fingertips! His entire figure so having a habit of responding almost too-eagerly to Sebastian's coaxing. That soft assertion that such an outfit readily showed off his assets was met with an almost knowing grin. Dorian mostly assured that this was the idea behind such an outfit. Sebastian's murmur that he might hardly be allowed out of that house met with a soft chuckle of amusement.

"I knew you would like it."

Even that near miniscule distance that existed between them was far too significant for his liking then, Dorian reaching out to catch his finger within Sebastian's shirt and tug him closer, the Monarch shifting his legs to allow the vampire to stand between them and rest his hands upon his hips. His lips pressed almost teasingly to his lovers jaw, that soft sound he managed to coax from within the vampires throat entirely pleasing and distinctly arousing. His lips so eagerly pressed to his lovers own then in that series of fluttering soft kisses before his arms draped themselves across his consorts shoulders, Dorian relishing in that closeness then even though he was distinctly sure he desired more. Those softly uttered lyrics informing Sebastian of just how much he truly had missed him seemed to spur a look of contemplation in his lover, Dorian allowing one eye to lift upward in curiosity as Sebastian shook his head. The vampire promptly declaring it had not been as much as he had missed him. That ready chuckle fell from his own lips once more, Dorian's eyes rolling in that clear amusement before Sebastian's nose brushing against his rough cheek so managed to stir that simper to his lips. The press of lips to his own jaw saw that soft breath of contentment leave him, Sebastian abruptly shifting to kiss his neck, that sound of delight echoing within the back off his own throat before to tips of those fangs pressed teasingly to his flesh, Dorian's breath readily hitching in sheer anticipation of that bite- one he so instinctively know his lover would deny him- at least for now and yet one he was utterly powerless not to respond to. Dorian so having become veritably conditioned to respond to that tease. Wretched creature! Sebastian so regrettably leaned away but a mere second later, Dorian hardly caring to suppress that groan of simple longing. The vampires near whispered words all-too easily capturing his attention then.

"I think that is a very, very good idea."

He lips pressed to Sebastian's cheek a final time. Dorian sliding readily from that fence then before reaching to entwine his fingers with his lovers own. The Monarch entirely content to take that lead, the man wholly enjoying that sensation of leading his lover to the bedroom where he might so fully and completely appreciate him. Dorian having but every intention of showing Sebastian but how much he had missed him and too- satisfying those utter needs within himself that all but begged to be sated. That desire for Sebastian, for that closeness, for that simple pleasure the vampire was so capable of giving him utterly undeniable. He tugged Sebastian readily up those stairs and into their bedroom, the door shut softly behind them as they had done but a thousand times before, closing all the rest of that world out. Their bedroom that single room that was utterly theirs alone. The door had no sooner closed then Dorian so allowed his fingers to unwind from his lovers own, the man turning to face his Consort then before stepping just slightly forward to press the vampire against that wall beside the door, Dorian simply desiring to wait no longer as his lips found Sebastian's own with a renewed fervour. That kiss was entirely passionate and too- entirely requesting of only more from his lover. Dorian so allowing his tongue to slip between his boyfriends lips and deepen that embrace all the more, that soft sound of pleasure rising from within him and yet- Dorian was so hardly done just yet.

It was all-too easy to allow that tip of his tongue to find Sebastian's favoured right fang. Dorian wholly devilish when he chose to be, the man near smiling against his lovers lips now before pressing that tip of his tongue to the tip of that right fang. Blood readily welling to the surface then, the Fae so entirely aware of just how taunting he was being, affording Sebastian that simple taste for several more moments before at last pulling away. A slight unevenness already present within his breath, his fingers brushing along that hem line of Sebastian's jeans.

"Do you know, Mon Cher, what else I forgot other than my razor, hmm?"

His gaze glanced readily upward then, lips pressing to the base of his boyfriend's neck, lips working that soft, teasing pattern upward. Dorian relishing that taste of his skin and that simple, exquisite closeness, his hands resting upon Sebastian's waist. The Fae paused that heated trail just beneath his lover's ear to softly utter those words in a near whisper, Dorian wholly content to offer Sebastian that tantalizing thought.

"I forgot my boxer shorts too."

Dorian Aragona