It is not for the first time tonight that Dorian has so been given to be made aware of the tiredness that so seems to afflict his companion. Even with his own life coursing so thickly through the vampires veins and affording him that borrowed sensation of living he can see, still, the exhaustion that clings to his companions frame. He knew that he would, tonight, be denied the very sort of satisfaction he so truly craved. The sun, after all, was perhaps the one entity he could not hope to fight against and yet the idea of merely sleeping beside his lover was wholly satisfying in itself, enough perhaps, that the Fae hardly minded that impending daybreak if only for the very fact he would hardly be forced to leave his companion any longer. For now however, Dorian remained entirely determined to enjoy his companion as much as he could in the moments that followed the closing of his bedroom door and in the wake of the rising sun. They were, at last, so truly and entirely alone. That shut bedroom door so inspiring the Fae to lavish upon the man the truth of his affections with no social boundary or notion of correctness to prevent him so loving the man as he desires. The hand that reaches up to rest upon his arm in the moments that follow the way in which he so wraps his arms about his companion is hardly missed. The manner to in which he might bring about that soft moan from his lovers lips only seems to further delight the Fairy King as his own kisses decorate the vampires neck and he so relishes in that pleasant taste of him. Ah, but how he so enjoyed what sensations he might bring about in this man! The soft inquiry from Sebastian results in little more than the softest of chuckles, a murmur of sorts rising within his own throat.

"Mhm, yes, a game- you know I shan't tell you what it is though."

Was it not part of the game itself to so leave the man to wonder of just what Dorian might seek to do with him? Within Sebastian's bedroom, after all, the vampire was entirely his own to do with as he pleased- he is assured. Dorian limited perhaps, only by his own wealth of imagination and eventually the stamina of his own form. Something that would be vastly more useful after he had slept, he is guaranteed, yet how hard it was to focus upon his desire to rest when far more engaging activities so presented themselves to be partaken off. His fingers so continue their trail downward and over his lovers form, teasing a pattern upon the length of the man's torso with that promise of tomorrow upon his lips. Sebastian's assurance he would like this game Dorian so mentioned seeing that warm simper return to his features once more before his hands so halted at the waistband of the man's jeans. Some things, he supposed, were better left relatively undisturbed until tomorrow and yet the mere and obvious arousal of his companion was wholly satisfying to the King all the same.

It is easy then, to draw the man's face to his own, allowing his lips to find his lovers, paused only to utter his own words so tainted with affection. Sebastian's response however, is perhaps so entirely unexpected- those near tender words seeing the silver gaze of the Fae flicker to the blue of his companions own in a state suddenly more wakeful. In all his centuries he has never had another say such a thing as that. There was something almost loving about those words, something intimate and exquisite to his ears all at once. How simple such a sentence and yet how wholly perfect it was! His features soften into something so entirely representative of the love he had for the man held against him. His own lips part to respond, Sebastian's hand so tangling within his hair only to tug him downward once more and steal those words from him. That addition of the vampires own tongue rapidly seeing the Fae King engage so fully in that embrace and return such a gesture in full- ever so briefly allowing his own tongue to find that right fang of the man. He adored this sort of kiss- so few truly capable of doing it well. Dorian content to relish in that kiss for as long as Sebastian intended to allow him.

He pulled away from his companion at last, shifting to so allow the vampire to rise before taking that hand offered towards him and allowing himself to be so repositioned upon the edge of the bed. His hips shift easily to better let Sebastian work his jeans from his waist, Dorian kicking his own shoes from his feet but a moment later before the other man so guided him back down and onto that truly pleasingly soft comforter. His silver gaze remained content to watch the vampire as he removed his own pants before Sebastian joined him within the bed- his form pressed against the vampire's own as it had been that night some months ago. Their first encounter the last- until now, in which they had ever shared a bed with the intent of sleeping, the amusement of such a thing hardly lost upon the Fae though for now he sees little need to comment upon it. He is all-too willing to allow Sebastian's arm to move behind his neck and so pull him into the man's arms. A place Dorian is entirely assured he belongs. He has never truly slept within a lovers arms in all his years, not like this, such an experience so decidedly new and yet the simple intimacy of it remains glorious to him. That brush of Sebastian's lips on his own teases that simper into place once more before that trailing hand that so graced his physique halted at the hem of his boxer shorts. Dorian so entirely aware of it even now.

"Ah, Mon Cher, but this is a dangerous game you play. So many nights without you, I think, leaves my endurance...lacking."

He cannot prevent the chuckle that so hums within his throat at this acknowledgement that Sebastian's hand, even so close, is nearly more then he can bare though he hardly moves to stop those teasing fingers. The man entirely content to inform Sebastian of just how desperately he wanted him, even if such a desire was sure to go unfulfilled in that breaking dawn.

"I think though, you may have to deny me until tomorrow. This though, shall give you a whole day to consider how you might please me later when we are rested. I shall surely do the same."

The teasing grin that exists upon his features is a decidedly glorious thing, Dorian pressing all the more into his lover's side in that moment. His head turns ever so slightly, lips pressed to companion's cheek before he near nuzzles against the man's shoulder- making himself wholly comfortable within his lovers embrace. The very level of his own exhaustion becoming truly apparent only now as his gaze flickers closed for the first time.

"Go to sleep Bastien, I will be here tomorrow."

Dorian Aragona