His Royal Majesty
The King of Italy
There was a simple, undeniable perfection to that moment. The soft peacefulness of that room, the warmth of that bed, the feel of those silken sheets agianst his skin as the rain fell steadily outside so contrasting with the crackle of that fire was nothing short of glorious. That entire moment so further perfected by that simple presence off his husband. The feel of Sebastian's skin agianst his own and that ready, familiar taste off his lips was nothing short of alluring and yet comforting all at once. How utterly, blissfully, happy he was. How very right the world seemed on this, their anniversary day, even despite that pressing engagement with Her Majesty in but a few hours. How strange it was to consider that an entire year had passed since that lavish wedding in Italy and yet Dorian was assured he would hardly change but even a single moment off it. Married life, he was assured, suited him distinctly. The Monarch not at all afraid to so insist to any who asked that he quite adored being married. How he relished in that role of husband just as much as he so delighted in calling Sebastian his own. Antiquated though such a manner of thought might surely be. Yet, he could hardly deny the pleasure he took in seeing that ring nestled agianst his lovers finger for any and all to see. How he relished in being that very one Sebastian returned home to each night! How very much his lover meant to him in each and every way. His very life near revolving around Sebastian in every sense and yet he would so hardly have it any other way. Moments such as this, when the world was still and quiet and held no demands off them were the very moments Dorian so adored most- when Sebastian might be just his own- for just a little while.
"Darling, have you met you? I think it is quite impossible to talk you out of agreeing to a social affair when you feel obligated. I knew too that it worried you and when something worries you I find it better to have it over with as soon as possible."
There was nothing save for warmth within those wholly practical words, those notes off affection clear within those accented tones as Dorian so lifted one hand to push aside those stray locks off hair from his lovers features. Sebastian leaning readily into that touch then. A further simper prompted upon the Monarch's lips at that simple gesture before Dorian leaned readily upward to coax Sebastian to roll. The Fae King so shifting their positions then until the Prince rested beneath him. Dorian wholly content to straddle his lap then, that sheet so pulling at his waist. The weight of Sebastian's bright gaze upon his chest so hardly unnoticed and yet how he adored to have his lovers attention in just such a fashion! How well they so surely knew each others figures, after all, their sex life was nothing if not strikingly active and yet how pleasing it was to still have his husband's gaze linger upon him with just that much desire as it had the first evening they had met. Dorian equally appreciative of the vampires physique in turn. The Monarch assured he could positively paint Sebastian from memory alone if only for how well he knew each line and curve and muscle. His fingers interlaced with his husbands own once more, Dorian content to lift Sebastian's arms above his head and near pin his hands above him if only to lean down and over and steal but another heated kiss from his lips. That sweet taste and soft touch decidedly so tugging at that want within himself even now. Ah, but how relentless he was! Just as Sebastian so assured him time and again.
That soft sigh that left his lover then, so accompanied by that rare downward tilt off his lip prompted the Monarch to lean backward but ever so slightly with that assurance he could see that worry within his companion still. Sebastian insisting with was his worry for what the Queen might want that surely prompted his fretting. Even if Dorian was assured his husband knew entirely well that Her Majesty simply could not request anything from him as she might have once done. His very status as Prince of Italy so prevented her making any demanded off him at all. She could, perhaps, make a request and yet there was neither legal nor social obligation to carry out such a thing. Dorian quote assured all the same that Her Majesty most likely merely sought to offer them some sort of congratulations on their union else she merely sought to speak with them and meet Dorian himself. The Fae King so seeking to assuage those fears once more all the same. That ready simper upon his lips still, his shoulders lifting in that gentle shrug.
"You are a, how you say in english, an....expatriate. I suspect she simply wishes to meet us both, perhaps ask of your family and so congratulate you on marrying so well."
That soft chuckle so rose within his throat then, those words holding that ready tease if only to chase away that look of worry from his lovers features. Dorian, in turn, holding truly little concern for that meeting in any sense and yet- he so readily understood his husbands own concerns all the same. That delicate, intricate interplay of any Royal Court, even outside their own, a veritable social minefield so best handled with discretion. Yet how he so abhorred to see Sebastian fret in any sense! That decided impishness so suddenly seeming to find his features then as Dorian so leaned over his husband once more, his lips pressing first to his lovers jaw before brushing with a smooth, practiced precision to lavish that attention upon that ever-sensitive neck. Sebastian was all-too eager to respond to that very touch. The vampire turning readily to offer only more off his neck to those sweet kisses. Dorian wholy content to afford that sensitive flesh all the more attention before leaning away once more- only to near roll his hips in just such a fashion as to assure Sebastian's attention remained upon him alone. The Monarch pausing only to lament at the time- Sebastian readily quick to insist he was assured they had plenty off it to spare for that 'distraction'. Another chuckle easily parting his lips then. That bright silver gaze once more meeting the ardent blue off his lovers own.
"We were kind enough to afford Her Majesty her time at church, she can surely afford us time to celebrate our anniversary- I quite agree."
It would be nothing short of a travesty, he was sure, to waste such a glorious 'morning' when that rain outside so surely called for them to stay in bed. Dorian so readily insisting his lover was nothing short of cute with his morning hair so thoroughly askew from that sleep. That very affection clear upon his features as his gaze lingered upon the man beneath him. Sebastian promptly demanding he shut up and kiss him. A ready protest was upon his lips before that upward shift of the vampires hips so seemed to spark that renewed desire once more. That veritable ache within his loins so easily coaxed and so utterly desiring of Sebastian's attention alone as Dorian lent eagerly downward to fulfil that very demand. The Fae King, for now, so keeping Sebastian's hands pinned above his head as his lips met the vampires owns with a decided fervour. This kiss so hardly chaste in any sense. Dorian readily coaxing his lover to part his lips and afforded him that deeper, far more intimate kiss he so adored the most. That first off those groans easily stirring within his throat with that gesture alone, his hips shifting once more agianst Sebastian then. That thin silk off his boxer shorts limiting that friction he so desired and yet how eager his own figure was to respond to that mere feel of Sebastian agianst him! Dorian so at last drawing away from that kiss then, his fingers unwinding from his lovers own to release his hands.
"Could you roll over for me? I'd like to try something."
How readily that impish grin so tugged at his features still. The Monarch shifting from his husbands figure then to afford Sebastian that chance to roll over and and make himself comfortable upon his stomach. Dorian so readily content to straddle him once more in that moment that followed, the Fae King so reaching upward then to rest his hands upon his lovers shoulders, his thumbs easily and yet firmly pressed into that smooth muscle. Dorian wholly content to massage Sebastian's shoulders then. The warmth off his hands readily caressing that muscle and chasing away the naturally, cooler touch to his husbands own skin. Dorian steadily beginning to work his way down his lovers back. His palms and fingers gliding smoothly, steadily downward in that lavish caress before Dorian lent forward once more. His lips pressed to Sebastian's bare shoulder, tasting that simple sweetness off his skin and so deliberately avoiding his neck, before following that trail of his hands downward with those soft kisses. Dorian so hardly hurried in any sense. Those massaging fingers briefly halted just before Sebastian's butt and yet he was so hardly done. Dorian wholly content to make use of that very state of relaxation he had surely coaxed within his lover. His lips lifted away from Sebastian's back then as his fingers continued that heated trail downward, Dorian shifting his own figure back slightly to allow his fingers to brush between and over that place upon his lover so normally left till last in their more intimate actions. The pressure and firmness of those touches increasing as Dorian so returned his lips to his lovers back, working his way back upward and over that smooth skin before, this time, so finally affording his neck that attention in an effort to steal those glorious sounds from him!
How eagerly his lips brushed across that often-ignored back of his lovers neck before readily finding that ever-sensitive side. Those kisses becoming firmer and more ardent in time with the strokes off his fingers upon that intimate place . Dorian wholly content to allow his teeth to abruptly bite down in near that same moment as he allowed a singular finger to press within his lovers physique. That very desire upon his own figure so surely easily felt as he continued to allow his lips and teeth and tongue to work that pattern upon his lovers neck while his hand found that easy rhythm. That impish simper so dancing readily upon his lips as he did. How he so enjoyed to lavish that attention upon his husband! Though for just how long Sebastian might allow him to get away with such affections and stay near pinned beneath him so surely remained to be seen....