There was, Dorian is assured, something so desperately sensual about hearing those words of want from his companion's lips. He had, so many countless times, heard just such things and from a myriad of others and yet there was something far more meaningful in so hearing them from the man that he too so truly craved. Ah, but how he so loved his own body's response to even the softest touch from this man and too- how he might cause those same desires to blossom into life within his companion. That final, stolen kiss within the car is far too fleeting for Dorian's own liking. Sebastian's form pressed upon his own as those ever-pleasing fingers so caress the newly made wounds upon the flesh of his neck are wholly distracting for the Fae. The man truly loath to detangle himself from his companion upon their arrival home and yet the very state of arousal he has found himself within at Sebastian's hands see the King pause upon the edge of the vehicle all the same. For all his boldness in so many things there are some habits, in the least, that remain ingrained within the man. That it was decidedly improper for royalty to appear anything lest the composed in front of a woman was a notion that Dorian had not yet sought to overcome. That this particular serving woman may very well have held little to no care for such a state of being is lost upon him. The man in which Sebastian himself seems to hold little concern for his own state however- is hardly unobserved. The modern world, perhaps, was less inclined to the social rigour of the past in this regard- the thought stored readily for later before Sebastian's words draw his attention and the vampires lips brush his own. Any progress he had so made in readying himself to get out the car so entirely undone.

"You are not assisting this task."

There is little save for affection within his words and too- a touch of amusement before his own gaze is cast skyward and towards the slowly lightening sky above. For once perhaps- this inevitable coming of the sun so failed to fill him with disdain as it once had. There was, tonight, nothing to so separate him from his companion any longer, no sense of decorum or façade of politeness to so see him excuse himself from the man he so adored and as such no need to find any loathing for that rising sun. They would, for the first time, share a horizon and in this Dorian finds no fault at all. He allows himself to be led, once ready, across the front garden and into Sebastian's own lavish home. He paused within, affording the vampire several moments to converse with his staff and so organise whatever business still existed. Dorian afforded both servants a slight nod of his own head by way of acknowledgement before they were dismissed- Sebastian's arm appearing but a moment later to hook about his form and lead the way upstairs and into the bedroom. There was a decided warmth to Sebastian's room, though whether the vampire so strove to create such tone or it was merely a coincidence Dorian hardly knew. The plushness of the bed itself, the blankets that so adorned it- even the carpet beneath his feet and the soft glow of that single bedside lantern were pleasing to the Fairy King. There was a distinct and glorious privacy to this space- one that afforded him his companion in every way and entirely to himself. One that too- allowed him to so disregard any such social airs or graces that seemed to linger about his being within the public eye.

It takes but a moment before Dorian so finds his companion turning back towards himself, the newly heated fingers of the vampire clasping the first button of his shirt between them before beginning to work downward. That soft murmur of words, Sebastian's admittance that he had truly missed home, see that warm simper return to his features. The moment in which Sebastian's warm hands press upon his chest however seem to set his very figure aflame once more with even this gentle touch. Dorian allows his shoulders to roll and so assist in Sebastian's desire to remove his shirt entirely, the man all to eagerly taking that kiss he offered. The vampire truly was a most exquisite kisser, Dorian assured he may never grow tired of this, nor that all-too satisfying touch of hands upon his bare skin. This time it is Dorian who so seeks to press against his lover. The man content to push his companion backward those few paces and towards the bed, seeking to have the vampire sit upon the edge of it now as Dorian takes his lips from his companions own.

"Would you like to hear something I have considered?"

His voice remains so notably soft all the same, the question seeming to hold a truly innocent intent and yet surely Sebastian is so aware by now that, in this, Dorian is perhaps so atypical of his species and entirely content to be almost deviant. Such words are barely free of his lips before Dorian moves to place himself on the bed, kneeling behind his companion, allowing his arms to so drape about the man from behind. It is easy then, to press his lips just below Sebastian's ear as his fingers begin to undo the vampires own shirt.

"There is a game of sorts I know-"

His lips continue to trail downward and tease that flesh of his lovers neck as his hands work to undo that last button and so slide Sebastian's own shirt from his figure- Dorian rewarded with that all-too pleasing feeling of heated skin on skin as he so encourages his companion to lean back against his own chest. His lips move easily to Sebastian's shoulder, hands entirely content to run down either side of the man and so explore that chiselled physique he lusted for so unashamedly. The Fae King so aware of the increased sensitivity of his lover after he had fed.

"I think I should like to play it with you and see perhaps how sensitive you might be, but I think perhaps, we do not have the time tonight- but we have tomorrow."

He chuckles softly against the man's skin, hands halted upon his lover's hips and just above the hem of his jeans. Dorian- as he always does, so content to fill the vampires mind with a plethora of thought to keep him so occupied as to just what his 'idea' may yet be. The King nothing if not enticing in every sense of the word and yet this time there is not a promise of next time but instead- a promise of tomorrow. His hands lift easily upward once more, one resting beneath Sebastian's chin to so tilt back his head and at an angle to allow Dorian's lips to find his own as he leans over him.

"Welcome home."

Dorian Aragona