Nearly eleven? Somewhere within the hazy embrace of his mind he so considered that very number. A part of him was almost assured it should be an alarming number and yet he could hardly remember why it should be as such. How unimportant the time seemed here and now. Dorian equally assured Sebastian should simply dismiss it as well and return to that embrace of sleep if only so he might snuggle against him once more and allow that blissfully black silence to overtake him again. He was aware then, of Sebastian's fingers toying with his own dark hair and yet such an idle, affectionate touch only further seemed to lull the Monarch back into that sleeping state of being, such was the simple contentment it readily prompted from him. Dorian only just conscious enough to hear those accented words offered towards him and that simple insistence that they need leave for Corsica tonight if only because they were expected. Oh but how very much he disliked being King sometimes! How much he would have enjoyed to be as any other being and merely choose to forgo whatever plan they had made for the day so it might be spent in bed! Yet, how terribly poorly it would reflect on him, on them, on his entire nation were the people of Corsica to receive word he would arrive a night late because he had wished to sleep in. He could hardly allow it to happen and yet how terribly he desired it in that moment. Dorian so at last allowed his silvery gaze to flutter open to meet the blue of his husbands own, such a sight prompting that simper to his lips even as he continued to fight that struggle between wakefulness and a desire to roll back over. Any comment he might well have uttered in regards to that upcoming trip momentarily forgotten in the wake of that far more potent query on just how they had gotten home last night. Dorian quite suddenly aware that he hardly recalled that trip back at all. Sebastian's soft insistence that they had walked readily saw that look of bafflement return to his features once more.

"Did we? I hardly remember it at all! What time was it?"

How strange it was to so be missing such a portion off his memory. The Monarch frowning as he so struggled to recall but even one moment of that walk home the evening prior. His thoughts a veritable haze of music and dancing and drink- so very much drink. The after effects of which continued to plague him readily now and yet for that singular night they had been anonymous in that crowd. Dorian so having adored being unrecognizable for even but a few hours when the world held no expectation or curious eye or judgemental stare upon himself and his husband and they might be free to be as they desired! A very freedom he had come to decide he should surely have lessened just a little- his figure shifting to roll onto his lover's chest in that moment. Sebastian's cool skin all but blissful against his own. Enough to prompt the Monarch to lay his head back down once more. That sudden feeling of skin on skin managing to tug at that newly recovered curiosity as Dorian so shifted to peer beneath those warm sheets, his utter lack of clothing so suddenly becoming apparent to him as he glanced once more about that hotel room. Perhaps he had lost them? Goodness but what a scandal that would be! That very query prompting another chuckle from his lover then before Sebastian so assured him it had been he whom had stripped him from those clothes to sleep. A task he had quite enjoyed it seemed- until Dorian had fallen asleep on him. That very admittance prompting a soft gasp from him, a look if disbelief so finding him then.

"No! I didn't did I? Your so terribly good at taking my clothing off too."

That ready simper so managed to tug at his lips all the same, that grin near matching his lovers own in that moment before that very groan of disbelief managed to leave him. Dorian content to remain sprawled across Sebastian's chest as his fingers traced that idle, absent minded pattern across his cool skin. His husbands arm so moving to embrace him a moment later in a gesture wholly welcomed. How very sluggish his body felt. How very inclined to simply continue to lie here for as long as Sebastian might let him, that wholly comfortable silence settling over them then and yet it so hardly lasted terribly long. Dorian's mind every so slowly beginning to make its recovery from that combination of sleep and drink. The Monarch seeming to realise, at last, that Sebastian hardly seemed so very afflicted as himself. Dorian's head lifting to eye his lover again with at least some measure of playful suspicion. After all, Sebastian had surely drunk as much, if not more, than himself last night. The vampire so hardly seeming affected in any sense. His apparent state of wellness a vampiric perk. Hunger that only remaining symptom. Dorian so allowing his eyes to raise in curiosity of this very thing- before his hand moved to rub at them in an effort to clear his vision.

"I am quite assured this is cheating."

Just how it was cheating he hardly knew. The Monarch in no true state to consider any theory with any real depth this morning, that hint of amusement lingering upon his features all the same with the offer of that very tease before he all but flopped dramatically back onto his lovers chest once more. His arm draped over Sebastian's face with that offer to take all his blood, tainted though it was. His husband so hardly seeming taken with the idea as he insisted that would result in his own hangover in turn. Those italian lyrics so teasingly muttered against the vampires skin.

"La condivisione è la cura" (Sharing is caring)

In this however, it seemed Sebastian remained unconvinced as he playfully shoved Dorian's arm aside. That soft chuckle so humming within the Monarch's throat all the same before that near impish look managed to find his features. Dorian so allowing his lips to press to his husbands chest before brushing them upward to his lovers collar bone, his arm shifting just enough to allow his lips to find Sebastian's own in that much-desired kiss. The soft sound even that gesture alone so managed to coax from the vampire wholly blissful to hear. Dorian pulling gently away from the kiss to announce that he surely felt at least a little better, only for Sebastian to reach eagerly upward and tug him down once more. Dorian so hardly resisting the return of that kiss, the Monarch relishing in that taste and sheer sensation. Sebastian by far the best kisser he had ever experienced. His husbands affinity for such a thing hardly failing to entice him all over again as it did each and every time. That veritable hangover all but forgotten as Sebastian shifted, the vampire so effortlessly shifting their positions. Dorian all-too willing to allow himself to be pinned beneath the weight of his husband, his arms reaching upward to wrap about Sebastian's neck and only further deepen that kiss before Sebastian so at last pulled away. Dorian wholly reluctant to allow him and yet that near teasing insistence that sex was surely an excellent hangover cure readily stirred that laughter to his own lips.

"Oh is it now?"

The final, stolen sweet kiss was wholly welcomed, that soft sound of pleasure so tugging at the back off his throat before Sebastian lent away once more. Dorian groaning softly in displeasure at the loss of that sensation, his head flopping back against that pillow as Sebastian reached for the phone instead. The Monarch so listening curiously to that conversation as Sebastian saw to ordering...food? Sebastian had surely not taken any blood from him last night, Doran assured he had no new marks against his skin from his lovers fangs- his husband so rarely insisting he ate unless he had been feeding. The idea that food might readily help to further cure those hangover symptoms hardly having occurred to him and yet that idea of something to eat was, for once, almost appealing. His gaze so returned to his lover then.

"I am quite assured I liked your original plan and yet, do you know, I almost do feel hungry? This is a very unusual sensation. The food is not here yet though-"

He reached eagerly for his lover once more, Dorian wholly willing to attempt to coax Sebastian into leaning back over and allowing him yet another off those kisses. The Monarch so allowing one hand to rest behind Sebastian's head to nestle within those locks of hair- the other brushing against the vampires side to rest against his hip beneath tose sheets. Dorian once more considering how useful it truly was that his lover so often chose to sleep in nothing at all. His own hips lifted upward just so as to press all the more willingly against his husbands in that near instinctive response to his own decided want in that moment. Dorian so softly broke away from that kiss, only to allow his lips to press against Sebastian's jaw, those fluttering kisses brushing across his throat before settling against the vampires all-too sensitive neck. How very much more awake Dorian so surely felt! Those very kisses halted only by the sudden knock at that door. Another groan readily tugged from as he fell back against that bed. The Monarch waiting for Sebastian to position himself in a far less suggestive fashion before calling out for that butler to wheel in that tray off food. The scent off it decidedly appetising. How unusual it was to be hungry at all.

It was only once that butler had been thanked and taken his leave that Dorian so saw to crawling from those sheets to seat himself cross-legged upon the bed, that elaborate tray placed between Sebastian and himself as the Monarch so reached for that coffee and toast with an eagerness he so normally lacked. The Fae King biting eagerly into it then. Had toast always been so truly glorious!? Dorian readily swallowed that first piece, the Monarch proceeding to consume the rest of that slice far more willingly then he surely had any other food. The next piece plucked from the plate with the same eagerness. It was only once that initial hunger had been sated that his gaze so returned to his lover then. So much of the Monarch's usual brightness seeming to have returned.

"Did I tell you I got an email from the Palace the night before last? The legal team has been working with several members of parliament to assess whether or not it might be possible for me to have Matteo recognised properly. So far it appears that it is. Matteo's legal team is at the palace now too, you should have seen the letter they sent to my team! It is one of the fanciest letters I have ever seen. I do not know where he finds these people."

Amusement so easily laced those words all the same, Dorian chuckling softly as he finished that toast and reached eagerly for those eggs. The Monarch still largely baffled by his own sudden hunger.

"I am curious as to what on earth the people of Corsica wish to give us. I truly hope it is not another piece of furniture. Do you know how many sets of dining room chairs we were sent for our wedding? Fourteen. We have fourteen sets of dining room chairs sitting in my palace."

His own head shook lightly at the very idea of such things. The Monarch truly hoping their next gift would not be yet another piece of furniture they surely had nowhere to put. That veritable gift room already overflowing. That coffee lifted to his lips once more, that very taste prompting a soft sound of satisfaction from him as that simper so eagerly found his lips.

"I think, perhaps, this food was a very good idea, Mon Cher. Thank you. Was I terribly ridiculous last night? I should think I, oh- what is this?"

His fingers so easily reached to pluck that ibuprofen tablet from the tray then, Dorian eyeing that curious white object. This the first time he had so ever been given to witness that modern day pain medication. His silver gaze drifting over the food before him in some effort to ascertain to which dish it belonged. That bafflement surely clear upon his features before the Monarch so suddenly lifted it to his lips quite before Sebastian could protest. The tip of his tongue brushing along it in a clearly...exploratory fashion before his features so shifted into a grimace.

"Heavens but that taste is terrible!"