A warm simper crossed the vampire's features as his fingers slowly trailed across the faint stubble upon Dorian's jaw, his own voice but a sweet whisper in the quiet stillness of their bedroom. Dorian, for his part, hardly seemed inclined to rouse from the depths of his slumber. Slowly, Sebastian leaned forward, the length of his figure brushing against his husband's own as he lifted himself to press his lips against Dorian's own in a tender kiss, the vampire certainly assured such a gesture might rouse the sleeping Monarch. He settled easily back upon the hard plains of his lover's chest as the vampire continued his efforts to coax his lover into some sort of wakefulness. His gaze remained all but intent upon his husband, watching as Dorian allowed one eye to open ever so slightly, the very gesture prompting Sebastian's eyebrow to raise as Dorian so abruptly brought his hand upwards to rub his eyes. The very sight of it prompted a grin upon the vampire's features as his own hand rose to interlace his fingers with Dorian's own. How he adored the very sight of those wedding rings, nestled against one another to showcase to the world the very magnitude of both their devotion and unwavering love. Softly, he uttered those sweet words to celebrate their anniversary, his own gaze shifting to meeting the entrancing silver of Dorian's own irises. He was all too eager to press his lips back against his husband's own, relishing in the fervor behind that kiss.
He was remiss to pull away from his lover and yet, those softly uttered words so promptly brought that warm grin back to the vampire's features. It was almost baffling, how quickly that first year of their marriage had passed and yet, Sebastian had never once failed to enjoy every moment of it. That second, softer kiss was far more fleeting, though nevertheless equally as delightful before Sebastian found himself nearly whining of that pressing engagement that surely required them to rise from the bed at some point in time. A soft sigh left the vampire's lips as he felt the very vibration of his lover's form beneath him. The King's hand slowly rose to brush aside those stray locks and, in turn, Sebastian was all too content to merely lean into that touch. As much as he hated to admit it, his lover was nothing short of correct. Sebastian was hardly capable of putting his Queen within the position to choose between himself and Church - the man apparently of the thought that keeping the remainder of their evening free would surely suffice to provide the couple all the time they would most certainly desire. He hadn't admittedly, accounted for those hours after waking, much less his own tendency to lounge within his husband's embrace when granted the opportunity. "You shouldn't have let me agree to it." He commented in a contemplative lamentation, even though tonight's tea had been put off considerably longer than it really should have.
The very movement of his husband beneath him pulled Sebastian's thoughts from those lingering worries that so continued to plague his mind. He hardly fought against the Monarch, however, easily falling back against the softness of those sheets as Dorian rolled on top of him. The vampire was wholly aware of his lover's form against him as Dorian straddled him, providing him a glimpse of the King's chiseled chest. It was strikingly easy, to let his gaze linger upon his husband's form, their fingers interlacing once again before Dorian slowly slid their hands above Sebastian's head. There was something undeniably gratifying of that very position Sebastian found himself in, only for Dorian to lean forward and press his lips sweetly against his own in yet another stolen kiss. It was that very reminder of their evening, however, that prompted yet another sigh from Englishman. The very corner of his lips tilted downwards ever so slightly in a small display of his own, altogether rare, anxieties. "I know. I just...I hate not knowing what it is she wants." Sebastian admitted, his eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly. After all, the vampire had admittedly few encounters with the English Monarchy outside of the King he had once dutifully served that did not end in some sort of desire he was cast to fulfill. His very position now, as the Prince of Italy surely only made such a thing all the more complicated, despite Dorian's continued insistence that the Queen of England simply was not allowed to make such requests of him any longer. Sometimes, it was still hard to believe he belonged solely to the Italian courts when English society had been the game he played and mastered for so long.
It was, however, the very sight of that impish grin upon his husband's features that prompted a measure of weariness within the vampire. He watched as Dorian leaned over him, only for the fae to press his lips tenderly against his jawline. His head shifted, providing the Monarch with the access he sought for as Dorian's lips moved smoothly down towards the sensitive skin of his neck. Softly, Sebastian exhaled, his gaze fluttered closed for a brief moment before that very shift of Dorian's hips against his groin prompted an audible groan from his lips. How easily Dorian was capable of distracting him from that fretting that had only moments ago wrought him! His gaze flickered open at the very sound of his lover's musing tone and yet, there was no denying that he understood all too well the implication of just what Dorian was offering him. An almost sly simper crossed his features, though Sebastian hardly bothered to even glance after the time, the vampire entirely uncaring of the hour at the present moment. "I think we have plenty of time." Sebastian murmured, those intimate activities with his lover a far higher priority for the vampire then even those fears of arriving on time for such a meeting with his own Queen!
He was hardly oblivious to that glimpse of affection across his husband's features, prompting that soft smile on his own all the same. The last thing he anticipated, however, was his husband's assurance that he enjoyed his hair when it was so askew in those wee hours in the 'morning'. A soft snort left his nose, the vampire unable to help that roll of his eyes as his hips shifted upwards to roll against his lover's frame. "Shut up and kiss me, Dorian." The vampire uttered in a clearly teasing tone, desiring little more than to get lost in the sensation of his husband's skin against his.
His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy