he was both everything you could ever want
and nothing you could ever have

It wasn't often the Englishman was prone to those frivolous antics, at least, not without being sufficiently under the sway of some substance. The vampire was very much the product of his own upbringing. He knew what was expected him, as a member of Britain's aristocracy, as CEO of his own company, and too now as the Prince of Italy. It had taken the vampire some time to readjust to that spotlight he had been thrust into ever since Dorian had announced him as his Consort and yet, the very opinion of the media and how each action in the public might be construed weighed heavily upon his mind. The last thing Sebastian wanted was to be a blight upon his husband's rule when already their union was surrounded by its fair share of controversy and skepticism. Moments such as this - when they were free from the prying eyes of society, were decidedly rare, enough so that Sebastian saw little reason not to fully engage with that youthful activity that Dorian had gone through such effort to set up for him. That sight of that grin upon Dorian's features surely made his own boyish antics all the better, the vampire willing, for one moment, to put aside that gentlemanly demeanor that had become so ingrained within him - at least, until that mention of the fae King removing clothes.

His crystalline eyes lingered upon the fae King at that moment, as if he hardly trusted the man not to do just what he so threatened with, even despite that dubiousness upon the vampire's lips. He watched as Dorian's hand rose towards that top button, that single flick of his fingers so deftly undoing it only to provide Sebastian with a glimpse of the hard plains of the King's chest. How he adored running his fingers over Dorian's skin! How utterly tantalizing that very suggestion was and yet â€" even he had a hard time simply ignoring that hidden chocolate for that physique he so frequently partook of. A glimpse of indecision crossed his features, at least until Dorian reached for that coffee cup, that momentary tease, it seemed, was just that. His attention deviated near immediately back to that task at hand, the vampire so willingly to focus upon those vampiric senses he so often tried to ignore and so rarely spoke of. They were more often a hindrance for the man than any true benefit, hailing from a time in which their kind might have needed to stalk the darkness and truly hunt for that blood that kept them alive.

His nose twitched as the vampire so keenly searched for that smell of chocolate and yet, distinguishing it against the near plethora of information was almost difficult. He was distinctly aware of that scent of his husband, of that cologne that Dorian wore, the smell of his own cologne and the fabric detergent upon his clothes. He could smell the cleaning products used just this morning on the countertops and cabinets of that suite and underneath it all, the subtle smell of that rich, creamy sweetness that originated from those little eggs wrapped in foil. It was that scent he tried to hone in on, following it to pilfer several eggs from the television stand, the kitchen, only to finally lead the vampire towards a rather curious bookshelf. The lack of blatant eggs was wholly baffling to Sebastian, even though he was rather certain that they existed somewhere within that very vicinity. The proximity of them to that heaping basket of chocolate was throwing his senses amok. A small frown crossed his features upon pulling out that first book, only for that laughter from the King's lips to further distraction until gravity itself so served to help the Englishman.

Where that egg had come from, however, took Sebastian a moment to piece together and yet, the moment he did was truly the downfall of that bookshelf. Book after book was plucked from that shelf, only to be shaken by its cover with the hopes it might drop one of those treasured sweets. Chocolate, it seemed, was enough that the value of those books was wholly ignored at that moment. It was with four eggs in hand that Sebastian paused his assault upon that bookshelf, the man already surrounded with small stacks of various books. Were it not for the impishness of his lover's voice commenting upon that very last piece of chocolate, the entire bookshelf surely could have ended up on the ground around him. It was the very notion that he might never find that final sweet that seemed to suggest it was not among those books he had so carelessly assaulted. His eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly as he moved towards that bed, placing those final four eggs at the tip-top of that filled basket.

It was intriguing, at the very least, that the very last of those sweets might require a hint to find. Frankly, he doubted that difficulty quite to the extent Dorian seemed to suggest and yet, he was fairly certain that the majority of that suite had been pilfered for its goods. Perhaps Dorian had placed it in the bathroom or hidden in the theater room? He considered that idea for a singular moment before the vampire inquired after what exactly that deal was that Dorian had in mind. He was almost unsurprising by the fashion that his lover's attention turned towards those boxes upon the kitchen table, even if Sebastian himself had all but forgotten them in his feverish hunt. It was, however, quite like his fae lover to be so taken with the enigma of those presents. For all that Dorian seemed to relish upon giving surprises, he was terribly awful at receiving them. Sebastian could hardly help that simper that crossed his features at the sheer idea of that deal, after all, he was more than capable of being perfectly vague as far as that 'hint' was concerned. His head bobbed, "I think that seems quite fair." Sebastian finally uttered in return as he accepted that proposition.

"Hmm....." That sound was soft upon his lips as he eyed those boxes upon the table in clear decision of that hint he intended to provide his lover. That altogether ambiguous information of the contents of that far larger box was presented only to be perfectly unsolvable. He was certain Dorian would hardly piece together the contents and truly, the suggestion of their favorite activities seemed to prompt a sort of pensive look to his lover's features, one that prompted a sort of smugness in the vampire himself. His head shook quite firmly at that inquiry of what the contents of that box was. "You said only a hint, Ma Bichette." He reminded his lover, altogether aware of just how painstaking it surely was for the Monarch to be left in the dark in such a fashion. In fact, he intended to let the King mule over that very hint for a great deal longer. He watched as Dorian so intensely inspected that box from the bed and yet the King made no effort to fetch it until it was given to him - like a true gentleman.

It was that very glimpse of endless curiosity that prompted the vampire to offer a deal of his own, that final piece of chocolate surely capable of being exchanged for one of those gifts, even though Sebastian was altogether certain that Dorian was getting the better end of the deal. He watched that weary glimpse with raised brows, his gaze briefly fluttered towards that table as if to further suggest the mystery of those boxes. He could hardly deny that he was more than pleased when Dorian so eagerly accepted that suggestion, even if it was 'cheating'. What he hadn't expected, however, was that declaration that the final piece of chocolate was right in front of him. A glimpse of puzzlement crossed his features as his gaze briefly skirted over the bed. "Did you....replace the mattress with giant chocolate bars?" He inquired, glancing down at the edge of that bed he sat upon with genuine confusion. The sudden presence of that bunny pulled from behind Dorian's back, however, prompted an audible gasp from the man's lips.

"And you said I was cheating!" The vampire exclaimed in an almost accusatory fashion. How was he ever supposed to find that! He reached for that chocolate rabbit, altogether amused by the delicate care put into every curve of that rabbit and too all the colors that so fit together to produce an altogether adorable delicacy. His bright blue gaze observed the creature in that box, only for the vampire to glance up just as Dorian leaned forward to steal that singular kiss. "Happy Easter, Dorian....thank you, for all of this," Sebastian responded, entirely genuine in that utterance of appreciation. After all, Dorian had gone through all of this effort so Sebastian might have a glimpse of his childhood all over again. Perhaps, one day, he would have to show Dorian what a true English Easter consisted of. That sudden sound of the syllables of his own name being drawn out in such a fashion prompted a soft chuckle upon the Englishman's lips. "I know, I know." He responded, placing that rabbit with that basket of gathered chocolate. "Maybe next year, I can take you to the chocolate festival we have back home." He continued as he closed that distance between the bed and that kitchen table where those presents had been left.

Sebastian scooped both of those boxes from the kitchen table, only to return to the edge of that bed. A small glimpse of consideration crossed his features as he eyed both of those boxes, only to hand his lover the smaller of the pair. "I think you'll like the big one more....we should save it for last." He informed his lover with a small and yet, entirely firm nod. Within the cardboard of that initial shipping box sat a smaller faux leather box of bright red. The word 'Cartier' was printed with gold lettering on the outside, holding at least some hint of the contents. "I noticed them when we went to look at their fountain pens," Sebastian commented as he settled upon that bed in front of that basket, the vampire entirely content to reach for one of those smaller eggs, his fingers deftly unwrapping the foil as his lover opened that box. Inside that jewelry box, among the dark ebony velvet sat a golden bracelet, encrusted with several rows of diamonds with four neat circles around the outside. The words 'How far would you go for love?' were printed on the inside of the box, just above where that bracelet sat. "Once you put it on, it doesn't come off," Sebastian informed the King as he popped that first piece of chocolate within his mouth, the man entirely content to suck on it as he watched the fae King for any indication that he might like that piece of jewelry. It was, perhaps, far more of a typical gift that a man might buy his wife and yet, there was something about the permanence of that gold ornament that had appealed to the vampire all the same.

Sebastian Ellington-Aragona