His Royal Majesty

Dorian Ellington-Aragona

The King of Italy

It was foolish perhaps, the very pleasure he so took not only from that act of coupling but too- from that notion of so satisfying his lover so completely that the vampire might find himself tired in the wake of it. Such a feat was, admittedly, rather difficult to achieve without so being a vampire himself. To return Sebastian's form to its living state very near the only way to achieve such levels of completion within his lover and yet Dorian so found himself decidedly proud of his efforts in that aftermath. He was distinctly careful in those moments that followed to withdraw himself gently from the tightness of his lovers figure. The Fae King more than aware of the sensitivity such actions so promoted in a living being. That very groan upon Sebastian's lips so near mirroring that sound upon his own before both men merely collapsed upon that bed to relish in that afterglow and sweet sensation of satisfaction. How blissfully cool those bed sheets felt agianst the heat of his figure! The warmth of Sebastian's body beside him, a distinctly unusual sensation, was no less appreciated in turn. Dorian making every effort to return his breathing to something far more level and yet how very much he adored those moments of simple, perfect, sated bliss that seemed to surround them both. This, he was assured, a near perfect beginning to their anniversary. Even if they might, so eventually, be forced to leave the comforts of that bed.

The Monarch could so hardly help his desire to voice that very satisfaction he found in Sebastian's tired figure, his lovers words and veritable eye roll prompting that chuckle from within himself before his lips pressed with gentle ease to his husband's cheek. That soft utterance of love so eagerly returned before Dorian moved to settle once again at his companions side and within the pleasantness of those sheets. Suh contentment however, was decidedly short-lived. The very hormones that all but assaulted his figure with vengeful force in the wake of that sex so demanding a further closeness with his husband. Dorian's distinct efforts to coax his lover to roll onto his back were met with mild protest. The Fae King wholly content to persist in that request before the vampire so finally relented and allowed hif figure to shift into that new position. It hardly took but a moment for the Monarch to settle atop Sebastian's chest then. That need for closeness so at last satisfied. The blissful warmth of his husbands figure and too- that steady beat off his heart so gloriously satisfying. Sebastian's hand came to rest upon his back then. That simple action so prompting a warm simper to his own lips. The pair settling further into those sheets. Dorian almost certainly assured that, given the chance, they might both return to the blissfulness of sleep. A chance that was, it seemed, rather destined to remain ungiven.

The sudden knock at that door so prompted the Monarch's head to life in surprise. Dorian having all but forgotten the existence off his lover's house staff in those all-too perfect moments. Indeed, he had very near forgotten that they might have any plans for the day other then remaining in bed at all! That manservants query upon breakfast so prompted that groan from Dorian himself. That sound surely muffled agianst Sebastian's chest before Dorian so offered that rather abrupt 'no'. His refusal it seemed, was entirely unanticipated by that poor fellow upon the other side of the oak door. Several moments of silence persisted then, the manservant so at last asking just which of his suggestion, either breakfast or getting up, the Monarch was so refusing. Dorian wholly content to inform the man it was both before that confused silence so seemed to linger once more. Ah, but how he surely should not laugh at that poor fellow and yet how readily that chuckle fell from him all the same in the wake of it! The Italian settled readily back agianst his husband once more, one hand reached idly upward to run through those brunette locks that fell into Sebastian's eyes, the man leaning readily into his hand with that gesture before Sebastian's arms moved to rest around him entirely and in a fashion Dorian quite adored. That his now living lover might have wanted breakfast only now seeming to occur to him. His very query upon just that prompting a shake of Sebastian's head. The vampire admitting to that sheer tiredness once more. That warm simper returning to the Monarch's lips.

"I do quite like it when your tired. It makes me feel quite as if I.....fucked you properly."

That near sheepish grin so found the Fae King's lips in that moment. Dorian so rarely ever using such language as that and yet, here and now, when it was surely just Sebastian and himself those very words might surely be allowed if only to convey that very pride the Monarch took within his own efforts this evening. That tiredness upon his husbands figure however so readily prompted that new consideration to Dorian's own mind. That question of just what state his lover might desire to be in to meet his Queen so falling from his lips then. After all, Her Majesty had so been told to expect a vampire and yet if Sebastian desired to hold that meeting with his living figure Dorian saw little need to protest. Indeed, he very near anticipated his husband might desire just that. The soft shake of Sebastian's head so prompting that look of surprise to his own features only for the man to insist he desired to be able to hear her Majesty's heartbeat lest he be struck down with....collywobbles? How readily that distinctly British phase so pressed that look of utter bafflement to the Monarch's features! Dorian quite unable to decide whether such a thing so hinted at some state of.....distress or....disease. Frankly it sounded quite the terrible disease in his own opinion.

"It would give you the...what? Darling, what on earth is a collywobble? If Her Majesty is afflicted with some sort of condition that she might pass to one of us in turn then i quite think we should have been informed of it. Is it terribly catching?"

Could either Fae or Vampires truly catch anything? Perhaps they could if Sebastian so feared he might become afflicted with these....wobbles of some kind. That look of utter bafflement upon Dorian's features so hardly lessening. Perhaps it would be better for him to return his lover to that vampiric state before this meeting if only to prevent him becoming struck down with some affliction! That very reminder that they might surely need to get out of bed so readily prompted yet another sigh from the Fae King. How right Sebastian was and yet how unwilling the Monarch found himself to comply with that very notion. Not when that bed was so wonderfully comfortable and that rain outside still persisted. Dorian near assured he could feel that cold merely by looking through that gap in the curtains and towards that window pane and the droplets that ran down it.

"I suppose, if we must."

Dorian leaned forward then, his lips pressing a final time to his husbands own to steal that kiss before he moved to gently detangle himself from Sebastian's embrace and into a more upright position. How tempting it was to merely lay back down! Yet- the very importance of this evening, especially to Sebastian, so readily prompted the Monarch to at last shift from that bed and onto his feet. That warm fire so chasing that chill from the air to assure it hardly nipped at his naked figure. One hand reached idly upward to run through his own brunette locks, his hair thoroughly askew in the aftermath of that coupling before he moved to stride towards that wardrobe in search of that new pair of boxer shorts and the lounge suit that Sebastian had suggested would be the most appropriate to wear. Dorian having chosen one in a light cream and that double breasted style that was so apparently the very height of English fashion.

"Our meeting today has been publicized I'm told, heaven knows how many people we are going to have to navigate trying to get to the Palace today. Your fans are a truly dedicated people."

That ready chuckle so fell from the Monarchs lips one more at that very mention of his lovers 'fans'. Sebastian, within England, a near unrivaled celebrity. They type that saw those streets all but lined with people, mostly women, no matter the weather. Each of them hoping to catch but even a glimpse of the Prince. Dorian so nodding toward that window now as he pulled his pants into place.

"Perhaps the weather might keep some away its positively, how do you say? The thing about the metal monkeys?"

That utterly baffled look he was no doubt presented with only prompted that slightly frown to his own. Dorian so struggling to recall that distinctly British phrase.

"You know, when it is wet and cold, your people often say it is very....steel monkey? Oh I don't know. You are a confusing people, you British."

Dorian's head shook slightly, that good natured tease in those words all the same as he so begun that hunt for his shoes.

"In the very least the weather is meant to fine up this evening, or so that report says."

The monarch so stole another glance out of the window once more before turning to face his husband again, a pair of shoes held within each hand. Dorian determined to make every effort to appeal to that English Queen whom held so much importance to his husband.

"Do I want oxfords or these loafers?