There is very little reservation in his companion and little, if any, hesitation in any of his actions and truly Dorian finds it almost refreshing. This lack of...shyness he supposed it might be called is nearly as wholly arousing as the man himself. There was, of course, a certain type of pleasure to be gained from coaxing the occasional virgin to climb in-between his sheets- indeed his status as royalty very rarely required any coaxing at all to achieve what he wanted, those shy, nervous touches rewarding on their own and oh so pleasing in a different way. Yet there was much to be said, too, for the touch of someone practiced. It afforded an allowance to be a little more forward, a little less gentle, a little more explorative in a fashion- the fae hardly minding the unapologetic way in which Sebastian reached for his chest or the almost cold touch to his hands. Beneath the growing heat of his own frame he hardly found it bothered him, the cool sensation stimulating in its own way, affording Sebastian a moment to explore the plains of his chest and upper form before leaning down over him once more.

The hand that finds its way into the tangle of his dark hair is hardly unwelcome, nor the fashion in which the glorious blue gaze of the vampire closes in response to his lips upon him, retuning those kisses with equal force- some part of the fae willing to admit the vampire was quite a good kisser before he moved to lavish attention upon those other parts of him. Sebastian was all too willing to afford him free access to the line of his jaw and side of his neck, almost obediently tilting his head upward and to the side, that soft groan of pleasure hardly missed as teeth find his ear. He had, in his own distraction and with the taste of Sebastian upon his lips, very near forgotten about the vampire's free hand that had found its way to his waist. The fingertips that tease at the all too sensitive flesh at the waistband of his jeans abruptly steal the focus of his mind, his hip rolling forward slightly in response, attempting to coerce the vampire into offering him even more of his hand as he worked his own way downward and towards the man's collarbone. Sebastian's fingers halt almost abruptly, his hand flattening to slide beneath the loose jeans Dorian had donned earlier in the day, the man considering perhaps for the first time that there was indeed a use for such pants after all. That hand travels lower, pressing downward, Sebastian's desires clear enough in this and once more Dorian is willing enough to oblige, lowering himself further until jeans grind against jeans in a manner gloriously teasing and yet irritatingly restrictive all at once. Dorian was all too aware of the hand still resting upon his butt and the manner in which his own jeans have become almost oppressively tight.

For a few minutes more he is content to relish in that sensation of skin on skin, the heat of his frame lending Sebastian's a warmth all its own, that barrier of what clothing remained offering its own unique sensation as Dorian continued to trail his kisses down the other mans chest and stomach, a slow, steady, gradual progression downward. Until he reaches the other mans far tighter jeans. He is yet to be fully convinced of the true properties of denim, Sebastian perhaps the only being so far to wear it in a manner Dorian found even mildly appealing, the fae simply left straddling Sebastian now as he seems to contemplate the jeans themselves for the barest few moments- and the best way to be rid of them, modern clothing, to an extent, baffles him still. He settles, in the end, for simple efficiency- fingers tracing the mans waistline, undoing the jeans with veritable ease before running his fingers around the hem once more and sliding them downward, coaxing them from the mans hips just enough to afford him access to that part of his companion he desires. That Sebastian lacked any form of undergarment earns the barest raise of an eye from the fae, yet perhaps this is simply the modern way of things- Dorian hardly finding he minded it at all.

Dorian leans forward easily once more, returning his lips to lower down on his companion now, working a pattern upon the cool skin of his hip and down his inner thigh that draws inevitably closer to this most sensitive part of Sebastian. Before the fae abruptly leans away- moving back up the vampire now with the softest of chuckles in his throat. As if he means to pay no attention to that part of the man at all, freeing him only to ignore him and leave him wanting. Sebastian, he has noticed, is rather good at affording just enough touch and yet not enough at all, Dorian very near aching for the mans hands any and everywhere, the vampire a perfectly intoxicating creature he found himself craving, content to afford him the same tease as he rests upon the other mans chest with a glorious grin. His resolve in this however, is not particularly long lasting, Dorian determined to enjoy every part of his companion.

"Vous êtes beaucoup trop jolie " (You are far to pretty)

It is little more then a whispered murmur, husky tones thick with his own desire before one hand flattens to run backward and down to the vampires groin, taking Sebastian at last in his hand, finding the man already grown with need and yet Dorian remains content to use his hand to encourage him all the more and perhaps undo just a little of his control....