Crowned Prince of Italy
How Sebastian yearned for even a singular stolen moment with his husband - away from the prying eyes of the fae's ever present family and equally as demanding country. It was a wholly selfish desire, in the wake of a country that so desperately needed their leadership and yet, against a pandemic, there was only so much a King and his Prince could truly do. Even so, the moment those silver irises turned towards him as he slipped into his lover's office, all thoughts of country and duty vanished, overtaken by a far deeper, potent love, one that so too brought with it a simple need for close intimacy with the man he had married. Gently he waved off his lover's questioning glance as the vampire made his way towards the plush armchair across from Dorian's desk. He reached for the tie around his neck, deftly undoing the knot only to lay the navy blue silk across the arm of the chair beside him. He was hardly inclined to stop there, however, the vampire's hands instead moved to the stark button down shirt, each button undone with decided care. It hardly took long before Sebastian was rewarded with his lover's inquisitive gaze, that one he met with an almost impish grin as he gingerly pulled back the fabric of his shirt, letting it reveal his chiseled chest.
The Ambassador's voice from the computer screen in front of his lover near immediately pulled Dorian's attention away from him, that vague excuse, combined with his husband's pointed gaze, only caused that simper to further upon his features, even though he did his best to suppress that chuckle that threatened to leave his lips. He watched as Dorian's focus returned to the screen before him and yet, the Prince was hardly deterred. His hands moved further downwards and into his lap, working at the button on his dress slacks before Sebastian shifted them downwards just enough to reach for himself. He was entirely aware of his King's gaze upon him as his fingers so easily capable of bringing about that firmness to his figure. His lips parted ever so slightly at those very feelings of distinct pleasure he brought to himself, even if his caresses were little more than genteel teasing. The crystalline hue of his gaze was focused entirely upon the Italian King across from him, the vampire well aware of that almost subtle squirming within Dorian's posture, that want so clearly beginning to stir within his husband in direct reaction to that very sight Sebastian had given his husband.
His lover was nothing if not quite to take advantage of that first lull within the conversation, so clearly attempting to escape that meeting now that Sebastian had proven himself a worthwhile distraction. He could near hear that fluttering of Dorian's heart, just as he too could feel it against his finger. Sebastian hardly made any efforts to cease his antics, however, his breath shifting just slightly from it's usual rise and fall. The Ambassador had seemingly noticed his King's...distraction, that second inquiry was one Dorian was altogether quick to brush off before he thanked the men, abruptly cutting that call to an end to leave way to little more than silence within Dorian's office. A soft groan reverberated upon his lips, that noise alone finally prompted those silver eyes to deviate from the monitor and towards his own. Sebastian watched as a warm simper crossed his husband's features, pulling at those oh so kissable lips and lightning the entrancing sterling color of his irises. A soft chuckle reverberated within the back of Sebastian's throat, "Whatever gave it away?" He muttered in that distinctly British accent.
It was with a slight measure of regret that Sebastian's fingers ceased their toying touch, his attention entirely focused upon his husband as Dorian rose from his chair. The bright blue of the vampire's gaze never once deviated from his husband, Dorian, in turn, quick to make his way around the desk, only to climb into the vampire's lap - exactly where Sebastian was certain he belonged. Gingerly, his lips pressed against Dorian's own, his hands settled on the King's waist in the process. It was a decidedly chaste kiss, one that hardly lasted long before Dorian pulled away to comment upon his own poorly constructed words of appreciation to their own ambassadors. "I'm sure they appreciate it." He answered with a soft simper, the bright blue of his gaze steadfast upon Dorian, simply enjoying that quiet lull in their otherwise often busy evenings. The declaration that he was wretched prompted a soft chuckle on his lips. "I know." He murmured softly, just as Dorian leaned forward to take his lips between the King's own in a far more desiring kiss. The Prince had hardly anticipated that notable shift of his lover's hips, that grinding prompted yet another low moan from the back of his throat, his grip upon Dorian's waist tightening ever so slightly as he pushed the King further down and against him in blatant desire. How aware he was of the King's cotton material against him, only further coaxing that undoubtedly felt hardness.