Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

Crowned Prince of Italy

A soft breath left Sebastian's lips as he leaned back within the executive leather office chair. He had only just finished his final meeting for the day, the crises of the global pandemic had become...demanding of the royal couple's time, despite how strikingly...full...his home had become of late. Renovations on the house had finished just in time and yet, Sebastian had seemingly traded one disruption of that once peaceful routine for another. Although he hardly faulted Dorian's brother for staying, he hadn't anticipated Mira and Matteo to take up residence within the mansion in his wake, much less Alex's near daily visits and now William's reemergence within his life. Though family was...undoubtedly important to the Englishman, a part of him too yearned for those once frequently stolen moments within his own husband. That intimacy he had once enjoyed on a regular basis had...lessened of late and while the Incubus had understood his husband's need to be a gracious host, he had found those more physical needs increasingly difficult to ignore. The very thought of Dorian within that sharply pressed button down, the way those slacks hung upon his hips, hugging his butt - God, it was enough to prompt some stirring of desire within the vampire.

Sebastian glanced towards his computer screen, pulling up his lover's schedule. Dorian had exactly fifteen minutes left in his present conference call, how tempting it was to utilize that time for his own selfish desires. For a moment, Sebastian merely stared at the screen in front of him in silent contemplation, weighing his likelihood for successfully stealing a moment from his King before Dorian was dragged off into some family or other business. He had shared the Monarch enough of late, as far as he was concerned. The vampire rose from his seat, Maxwell near immediately perking up at the moment. Sebastian's hand gently pat the Rottweiler on the head as he passed, the vampire slipping silently down the upstairs hallway, listening to the noise of Dorian's family as their conversation filtered up from the family room further below and deeper in the home. He hardly hesitated in front of his lover's office door, the vampire certainly not bothering to knock as he turned the knob, easily slipping into the room. He was well aware of those entrancing silver eyes that immediately glanced up at him. A soft, almost reassuring simper was given towards his husband as Sebastian quietly closed the door behind him, once again closing off the office from the noise downstairs. It was almost... blissful, those moments in which it was just the two of them...excluding, of course, the disembodied voices of two ambassadors echoing through Dorian's computer speakers.

His hand rose, easily gesturing for his lover to continue that meeting and, in turn, ignore his own interruption. Sebastian made his way towards the fae's desk, pushing back one of the arm chairs in front of it only to settle comfortably in the chair directly across the King (and, more importantly, out of view of the man on Dorian's screen). His fingers reached up to deftly pull the tie from around his neck, the Englishman draping it upon the arm of the chair beside him. He reached for the buttons upon his shirt, slowly undoing each one. It wasn't until the fourth button that the vampire managed to earn himself the almost curious weight of those silver eyes he so adored, the corner of his lip tilting upwards in an almost mischievous smirk. Sebastian allowed the cotton material to fall loosely around the hard plains of his chest. He reached further down, carefully undoing the button on his pants, followed by the slow pull of the zipper on his dress pants. Those blue irises never once left his husband's features, however, simply watching for Dorian's concealed reaction when the fae King was stuck offering those demanding ambassadors a face of neutrality for at least several minutes longer. He was almost curious to see how long his husband could keep that glance of indifference, just as he too was perhaps inquisitive of his own abilities to remain silent as Sebastian reached down to embrace the length of himself.