There was hardly any doubt that Sebastian found himself entirely enjoying the reactions he could so coax from the fae King, he so thoroughly enjoyed that want he was so able to coax within the man, even if it was but in return mirrored within himself. It was perhaps for that reason alone that Sebastian found himself, more often than not, enjoying the privacy that closed doors provided him with the man that was so utterly intoxicating. It was only here, behind those thick walls and pulled curtains that Dorian finally dropped every ounce of that civility that so often afflicted him within public's eye. It was only here that Sebastian was allowed to fully show the man his affections. It was only here he was truly allowed to love him, at least, prior to tonight's commitment. The vampire had little notion of what freedoms their new found status might afford him but he was entirely assured that within the warmth of his own bedroom, Dorian was entirely his own to do with as he pleased and he had every intent to take advantage of this. He hardly hesitated to turn his attention fully upon his lover the moment that door closed securely behind them - separating them from the outside world.

His own fingers toyed quickly with the button's on Dorian's shirt, letting his fingertips run over the man's altogether toned physique as he pushed that cotton material off and onto the floor. His lips so eagerly sought those of his lover's, now that there was nothing but the rise of that golden sphere to stop him from enjoying the taste of Dorian's lips. Oh how he could have contented himself with those sweet kisses he stole! Still, it was Dorian's fingers upon his chest, pushing him backwards and towards the plush mattress that so welcomingly awaited him. Sebastian all too willingly gave in to the man's wants, settling on the edge of the bed only for his companion to pull away from his grasp. His eyebrows furrowed briefly for but a fluttering moment, the man all too aware that those gentle, inquiring lyrics held that same noteable tease that often came when Dorian so afflicted him with something for 'next time'. Still, despite this knowledge his crystalline gaze remained entirely steadfast upon the fae, watching him as he moved around Sebastian himself. "Hm?" He inquired, his hand raising briefly to rest upon Dorian's arm simply for the sake of touching his companion as the monarch's body draped around his broader shoulders.

His own neck tilted ever so slightly, allowing his lover access to those more sensitive areas of his skin. His eyes fluttered closed, all too aware of that brush of Dorian's lips across his skin. Those lingering moments after drinking so managed to bring him alive. His own already heightened senses were entirely on overdrive. Every touch felt more intense, every color looked somehow brighter, every scent more poignant. A soft moan left his lips as Dorian's own tease and toy with his flesh, the man's fingers making quick work of his own shirt and, ever so softly, the vampire inquired after those words Dorian so wished to impart upon him. "A game?" He inquired, decidedly more distracted by those sensations of his own oxford shirt falling from his frame. With but the slightest of coaxing from the man behind him, Sebastian found himself leaning into Dorian's embrace, his spine brushing against that warm flesh of Dorian's chest. He could feel Dorian's fingers sliding along his body in slow, genteel touches, moving slowly closer towards those more intimate places that yearned for the man's touch, his abstinence of late making him nearly desperate for that which he had been required to go without.

It was only Dorian's words themselves that distracted the vampire from the touches he was so assaulted with, his own body's ever increasing exhaustion somehow made it more difficult to focus on more than just the man's caresses. "I think I would like that." He uttered softly to his companion. There was no denying he was inquisitive of this so called 'game' and yet he had little concern of what it was. After all, Dorian had yet to offer any such notion that he hadn't wholly enjoyed. "Tomorrow." The word was but a whisper on his lips as Dorian's fingers so typically halted just inches from the very line of his far too tight jeans, just as perhaps Sebastian knew he would. His eyes fluttered open, glancing up at his lover as Dorian too tilted his head back upwards so that their lips might meet yet again. Their kiss broke only for two simple words to leave Dorian's lips, words that saw Sebastian's own mouth curl upwards in a warm simper. It was perhaps that promised commitment that so caused a sudden boldness within the vampire and softly, he whispered back words he'd never had previously dared to put voice too. "You, Dorian, are my home." His own fingers reached up to entangle in Dorian's hair pulling the man back down to provide his lover with yet another stolen kiss, this time his tongue slipping but briefly into Dorian's mouth in the same fashion he had done but once before.

His own kiss lasted slightly longer then perhaps warranted and yet, eventually, Sebastian's form pulled away from his companion only to pause at the edge of his bed, using his feet to kick off his shoes in an entirely lackadaisical fashion. He rose, turning only to reach out his hand to his lover. He guided the kneeling Dorian to the edge of the bed, pulling him off only enough to undo the button on Dorian's jeans. His fingers pushed that heavy material off of Dorian's waist before he gingerly pushed his lover onto his back and into the soft embrace of that comforter. His own pants hit the ground not but moments after before Sebastian crawled into bed to join his lover. His own body was pressed into that of the fae King's, yearning to be entangled with the man's own body much in the same way he remembered they had been but once before - the very night they met. It was funny really, that he should find himself back there, only this time the circumstances were so drastically different. His arm tucked behind Dorian's neck, pulling the man into his own arms as his lips brushed against Dorian's own. His other hand trailed down Dorian's own physique to toy with the fringe on the man's undergarments. He pulled away from Dorian's lips, his crystalline blue eyes watching his lover's profile with a look of adoration as he muttered but softly, "You are impossible to deny." It was his own brief acknowledgement of those wants that so raged through his body, wants that were surely visible and were bested only by the rise of the sun herself.