every king had a story, of ancient glory,sweetly told

It was distinctly rare that the royal pair so found any time to spare between those meetings and conferences and endless reams of paperwork that seemed to eclipse the entirety of their evening and yet, tonight, a distinctly rare and yet much appreciated gap of time so existed between that last meeting and the next. The pair had no sooner returned to their lavish bedroom to change from those suits and ties into something less formal and more suited to a meeting with the Garden Society of Sacrosanct then Dorian had seen fit to steal but all of his lovers attention. How little Sebastian already had on! Surely there was no need to waste such an opportunity as this. His husband, in turn, had hardly protested as Dorian so tugged him toward the bed, Sebastian returning that kiss eagerly with his own as Dorian's fingers ran smoothly through his lovers hair in an effort to coax the vampire to offer him only more of that affection. How readily Sebastian leaned over him then, the vampires kisses becoming all the more ardent as Dorian allowed one hand to slide down and over his husbands bare chest, his fingers so lovingly tracing over those chiseled plains and firm muscles. How distinctly arousing that mere feeling of his lovers figure was! Dorian's hand had no sooner slid to his lovers waist and those already loosened pants that were very much in the way then that soft and yet determined knock at their bedroom door so prompted the Monarch to pause, his head turning gently to the side to eye that door near critically as Charles spoke. Your Majesty? Your Highness? A distinctly loud sigh so fell from the Monarch then. Dorian so unable to prevent that look of disapproval that found his features as he eyed the closed door. They had but one spare hour tonight! Surely it need not be interrupted.

"What is it, Charles?"

Sebastian, it seemed, so hardly shared his concerns for the manservants proximity. His lovers lips so readily took advantage of his own turned head. The vampire so assaulting the side of his neck with those sweet kisses that were nothing but gloriously distracting. Dorian, this time, so forced to bite down upon his lip to prevent those less than professional sounds escaping him as his free hand playfully attempted to fend Sebastian away. Your Majesties Brother is here. He insists he needs to see you immediately. He is in the living room. This, it seemed, was enough to halt even Sebastian. Dorian's features in turn so finding a look of ready confusion as he moved to sit upward at last. Aiden was here? Surely he had not made plans with Aiden for tonight had he? Indeed he was near certain he had not planned to see Aiden until next week and Family Movie Night. Both brothers having lamented over what ridiculous movie Matteo was likely to make them all suffer through.

"Did he say what he wanted, Charles?"
No, unfortunately, but he appears rather....out of sorts.
"Very well, I shall be down in a few moments."

Dorian could so hardly prevent that second sigh that left him then, his hand so lifting to run though his tousled hair as he eased himself upward and from the bed a moment later. Aiden, he suspected, would surely prefer to see him dressed rather then his current state of somewhere in between and yet how displeasing it was not to finish what Sebastian and himself had started! The Fae King crossed that bedroom to enter the wardrobe, Dorian taking but a moment to find those far more casual pants and shirt before pulling them into place.

"Bastian? Do you recall when we first met and I so lamented my lack of family? I have changed my mind. They can all go away again now."

Those words were nothing short of teasing. A ready grin so finding his lips as he uttered them before the Monarch so pressed that final kiss to his husband's cheek with the insistence he was fine to meet with Aiden alone and Sebastian could surely join them if he saw fit. How curious it was to find his sibling within his home tonight. Casual visits were so hardly....Aiden's style in any sense. Dorian, by that same token, was unable to recall a time in which Aiden had insisted he needed him. Those first few notes of...anxiety began to turn within the Fae King then as he made his way down those stairs and into the hall before stepping into the living room. His silver gaze so quickly fell upon his brothers figure as Aiden stood by the front window. The man, from posture alone, so appearing distinctly.....more stressed then he so often did. The confusion upon Dorian's features only further seemed to increase.

"Aiden? What's wrong? It's not Father is it?"

Some tragedy so befalling Matteo was surely one of the only things that might prompt any real distress within his sibling. Dorian having learned but some months ago that Aiden so rarely displayed but any outward emotions in regards to anything short of cars, food or their Father. Dorian so settled upon the latter if only for Charles' insistence thatAiden had so apparently needed him. Surely his brother would not need him were such a crisis involving food. Dorian's gaze so readily met his siblings own then as Aiden turned, the Monarch inclined to frown once more at that near curious expression upon his siblings features. How distinctly gifted Aiden was at concealing his emotions. The man better then any Dorian knew and yet, this time, Dorian was near assured he could see that very concern that seemed to linger within his siblings emerald eyes. The Monarch inclined to step closer towards his sibling then, that concern within his own accented lyrics surely clear.

"Are you alright?"

dorian ellington-aragona