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

Although the Englishman had become a citizen of Italy through his marriage and that role he'd taken up as the Italian Prince, his heart would always belong to England. Sebastian had a certain sort of pride over his homeland, even if he so rarely outwardly displayed it. Rather it was evident in the fondness he so spoke of that country, even despite all of the less than favorable memories it held of events he often preferred to forget. It would still always be his home, regardless of where they traveled or where they loved. He would take every chance he could to return there and, in turn, Sebastian delighted in sharing every facet of the land he loved with the only man he loved. Dorian's own admittance to relishing in visiting that English city only to enjoy that week-long festivity in what was now a retirement center brought a simper to the vampire's features as he rejoined the fae Monarch on that feather soft mattress. "I would not be opposed to showing you all of it." Sebastian responded and indeed, there were many years to be spent upon that isle, enjoying the wealth of sights England had to offer. Surely too there was equally as much of Italy they would also need to see. How much of Dorian's own country had changed, and too how many of the King's palaces had gone without him gracing their halls?

Though Sacrosanct was there home, for now, their little family unit might be required to do some traveling to fulfill those responsibilities that surely needed to be tended to. Perhaps, they might be capable of taking Maxwell and Charles with them, next time. It was an idea certainly to be considered, though, at a later point in time. As it was, Dorian's own impatience for those gifts quite near demanded the man's attention in the present moment. The first box was handed over with ease, the cardboard shipping box opened to reveal that far nicer ebony box, the brand name printed in gold surely gave away the expense of that very gift. he watched as Dorian gently opened the lid, that soft gasp surely gave away his initial thoughts of what rested within that box. That golden bracelet, though plucked from the velveteen interior, was hardly a mere ornament. Quite on the contrary, the very campaign Cartier so sought to run with that piece of gold and diamonds was the very concept of eternity. Dorian seemed all too quick to pick up on exactly why that motto had been printed inside the lid, much less Sebastian's own draw to the object with that brief explanation of what made it special. That inquiry on how it worked was all that was necessary for the vampire to set about finding the necessary tools to secure it around his lover's wrist - right where it belonged forever, just like them.

He hardly anticipated the King's announcement that he wished to show the piece of jewelry to his father and yet, it pleased Sebastian that such a gift was noteworthy enough to share. At the very least, Matteo could not deny that Sebastian loved his son enough to dote every ounce of wealth upon the man. Still, the notion that the Frenchman hadn't messaged his son in over a week was distinctly peculiar. Ever since that wedding, the elder fae had taken into checking with Dorian far more than Sebastian was certain he had before it, as if something had occurred at their wedding to push Dorian and his father closer together. He hardly asked after, it, however, instead merely viewing this unexpected shift in their relationship to be nothing short of glorious. It was, surely, his own lack of a living father that so continually prompted him to encourage that bond between his lover and his newfound father-in-law. They, he was sure, deserved that chance to finally have that connection that both had unknowingly desired for so very long. That suggestion that left his lips was altogether soft and yet, he was certain that Matteo would surely be delighted in any effort the fae King made to continue that forward momentum. His bright blue eyes remained focused upon Dorian before the man slowly nodded in agreement.

That simple suggestion that Matteo might have a guest he detested if only to subject them to his company for a week prompted a soft chuckle from Sebastian's lips. He could hardly deny that the idea seemed particularly painful, even to him. To be alone with his father-in-law for a week sounded nothing short of torturous. Matteo had a way about him of knowing exactly what to say to disturb the usually unflappable Englishman, prompting all sorts of worries he was often inclined not to even consider at all! "I almost pity his guest." He commented with a grin and yet, he was entirely sincere. He could only imagine what sort of friends Matteo made, if he made any true ones at all! That thought, however, was ready pushed away from the forefront of his thoughts as he reached for that final present. That box had been the epicenter of much curiosity and teasing this evening and yet, Sebastian was utterly assured that it would be entirely worth it, once Dorian truly understood what he was being gifted. He settled beside the King as Dorian began to unwrap that present, only to reveal that stark black box with those three simple words.

"Mmhm." Sebastian uttered softly in an almost supportive fashion as Dorian read the title upon the box. His bright blue eyes briefly met the silver hue of Dorian's own, only for both of their attention to turn back to the mysterious box. He watched as Dorian opened the lid to reveal the contents of that kit within. He watched as Dorian picked up that black tube that held the similarly colored folded canvas within, those same words printed on the exterior. He watched as the King's gaze skirted over the contents with a clear hint of bafflement. It was that look of confusion that finally prompted the vampire to inquire if Dorian knew exactly what sort of gift he had been given. That admittance that he did not was, perhaps, not entirely surprising and yet, any words the fae King was about to utter stopped short. That grin slowly settled upon Sebastian features as he watched his lover put the very pieces of that puzzle together. That chuckle upon Dorian's own lips surely told the vampire well enough of those very thoughts that had crossed the King's mind, thoughts that too had wandered upon his own at the discovery of that very company, and even now as they stared at those gold and blue colored paints ready for their use.

That very evening had been nothing short of glorious from that concert Dorian had taken him to, those declarations of love, and too that very night they had spent within each other's arms with that blue and green paint so slathered across Sebastian's chest. It had taken a fair amount of oil to remove that paint from his hair and yet, Sebastian had been certain that it had been worth it enough to repeat - with a far more sensible goal in mind. That chaste fashion in which Dorian so worded exactly what that gift was, however, prompted that laughter once again from his lips as his head bobbed in ready confirmation of that explanation. His lips pressed eagerly against Dorian's own, that kiss far too brief for his liking before the King's excitement over that very gift returned. Sebastian was altogether amused as Dorian pieced together his rather vague hint. "I told you." He interrupted, altogether pleased with himself in that very moment. It was, however, that sudden suggestion of an idea, however, that immediately pulled at the vampire's attention. Those very notions, after all, were often nothing short of pleasurable.

"Oh?" He inquired, clearly prompting Dorian only to watch as the man moved that art kit off to the side of the bed beside his own basket of chocolate. He was hardly prepared for the return of Dorian's lips against his own and yet, that gesture was all too eagerly returned. The soft press of his lover against his frame was all that was required for the Englishman to lean backward against the embrace of those sheets. His hand reached up, gingerly resting on the back of Dorian's neck as the fae only further deepened that kiss. His other hand slowly rose upwards towards the King's waist, the vampire entirely capable of getting lost in the taste of the King's lips against his. A soft whine left his lips as Dorian broke that kiss, only to settle upon his chest. His hand slowly rose to toy affectionately in the King's locks, those blue eyes entirely steadfast upon the silver ones that looked up at him. He could hardly hide the surprise upon his features at the suggestion of utilizing that gift in the sunlight of the Galapagos islands, much less outside on top of it! A glimpse of consideration crossed his features, one that only further increased at that inquiry of when he was last with any being under the warmth of the sun.

Slowly, Sebastian's head shook ever so slightly. Though Sebastian had once toyed with the very idea of taking the fae King beneath the moonlight, or in one of those very public places with the risk of being found, he had never once considered that fantasy under the light of the sun. "I...don't believe I've ever been with anyone under the light of the sun. You would be the first." Sebastian admitted after a moment. After all, before Dorian, the sun had been closed off to him for over two hundred years. During his own years alive, those very parties in which Sebastian tended to enjoy his promiscuous activities tended to only happen after the sun had fallen. Those one night stands had been little more than enjoying one another while those escorts were otherwise occupied. They never stayed overnight, it simply wasn't done. It seemed, quite peculiarly, that Dorian had finally found a first for Sebastian, of which he had precious little of. Still, it seemed....nice to finally offer the King something that he had never done before, something that could finally be an experience that was theirs alone.

Sebastian Ellington-Aragona