If it's true that it had been scarcely but two months since he had first met Dorian on that fateful night in front of the burning bar. And yet ever since that moment Sebastian found himself entirely smitten with the enticing King. What had started into little more than physical attraction blossomed into something else entirely nearly overnight. He had never expected for it to go this far nor this fast and yet it was undeniable the affections he held for the man across from him. There was something utterly delightful about finally being able to put to voice these feelings he had been struggling to squanch for so long. He cherished the fairy far more than he had ever cared for any soul before, perhaps even those few that had earned a place in his heart during those fleeting years he was alive. Although it was true that their exchanged vows hardly were filled with poetic phrases of love, the meaning behind that willingness to commit was all too clear to the vampiric man. As it was, Sebastian was not particularly much of a verbal man, that was hardly to say he could not be so eloquent with words when it suited him, rather he simply preferred to show the man beside him those feelings he held for him.

That seatbelt was entirely pushed aside with little concern for his own safety, his lips pressed feverish against his companion, all too aware of the fairy's hands upon his waist, drawing him even closer still. His own lips lingered upon his lover's for but a moment before he tilted his head to the side, his lips drifting towards the man's neck. His fangs so effectively pierced skin, that warm, delectable substance so filled his parted lips. God, Dorian tasted utterly delicious delicious. That audible sound that so left his lover's lips, as simple as such a thing was, so prompted a reaction within Sebastian himself, arousing the man despite his earlier state of exhaustion. He could feel Dorian moving underneath him, just as he too was aware of the man's hands under his shirt, creeping up his naked flesh. A soft groan reverberated within his throat, a soft breath leaving his nose to tickle Dorian's flesh as he feasted upon the man's life force, taking what he deemed just acceptable. Slowly, his fangs withdrew, his tongue running over the indentations he had made into the man's flesh. His own body yearned to be pressed against that of his companion and though Sebastian was finished with his feeding, he scarcely made any effort to move.

He heard the soft words whispered on Dorian's lips, the man unable to deny the simple that crawled to his face as he rested his head on Dorian's shoulder. "I enjoy making you squirm." He uttered softly in response, an entirely satisfied glimpse crossing his features before the man admitted with a hint of regret. "Though, it makes me want you..." His voice trailed off, entirely forward in letting his lover know exactly the effects the man so managed to have upon himself in return. His own lips so eagerly found those of the fae King's, taking every taste that was afforded him as his hands reached up to the man's neck. His fingers gingerly caressed those wounds he'd only moments ago created upon Dorian's neck. His lips pulled away from Dorian's own only by the sound from his own servant, declaring softly that they had indeed made it safely home. Unlike his companion, he was hardly concerned for his own state of arousal or the way his own jeans were decidedly tight around his groin. His servants had already seen him in various states of undress that such concerns of decency hardly concerned the vampire.

The door of the vehicle was opened quite ready by his manservant, the vampire content this once to disentangle himself from his companion if only for the simple knowledge that the pair's touches would surely continue indoors shortly. His own gaze drifted upwards towards the sky, noting with pressed lips the way that blackness had turned to a shade of navy. The sun was coming. The vampire's gaze shifted downwards at the sound of Dorian's voice. The fae's words alone were enough to draw a small chuckle from his lips as he glanced at the woman at the door, "If it were up to me, I'd only continue to fill your thoughts of things that you might have." He uttered softly, leaning down to press a fleeting kiss upon his lover's lips and yet, he hardly pressed the man on this. There were some boundaries that Sebastian was willing to cross and others which he fully respected - Dorian's discomfort in perhaps allowing the female to see his own hormonal state was one of those such things. It was only once Dorian saw himself ready to leave the comfort of the car that Sebastian lead him up the driveway and over the threshold of his own lavish home.

He paused within the hallway, his servants waiting diligently for any words that might fall his lips and softly he confirmed the payment of all the venues not only from tonight but also the flight overseas. It took scarcely but a moment for the duo to offer their reassurance that everything was taken care of before Sebastian said his goodnights to both to the pair before reaching out to hook his hand around Dorian's waist, leading the man upstairs and into his own darkened bedroom. The curtains were already preemptively drawn, the entire room void of any light with the exception of a lamp upon the nightstand. There was something about the familiarity of this that brought a sense of comfort to the man, bringing him entirely at ease. The looming light of the sun had a way of making him anxious when he was still far from home, as if anticipating the pain the sun brought him. Here, however, there was none of that worry. Here, behind closed doors, he had Dorian entirely to himself. Here, such boundaries and social graces fell away entirely as the vampire turned back towards his companion. His hands reached out towards Dorian, his fingers gingerly undoing the buttons of the man's shirt one after another. "I've missed home." He spoke softly whilst his fingers worked, his gaze briefly glanced up towards the King in front of him. Only once the shirt hung loosely around his lover did Sebastian's hands fall flat against Dorian's chest, his palms moving slowly up towards the man's shoulders. He gingerly pushed the shirt off of his companion, all the while letting his hands remain upon his lover's figure as he leaned forward to steal but another one of those equally as missed kisses from Dorian's lips.