It had been almost a relief to so finally fall asleep, the Fae King far more exhausted then he had realized until the moment he had allowed his eyes to flutter closed and to truly feel the softness of that bed beneath him. The nights he had so spent in some anxious concern for the lack of his companion were so fully assuaged in that moment with the very man's arms around him and Dorian so nestled against him. Sleep had come easily, almost gratefully to the monarch, his body and mind finally content enough to let him find that peaceful oblivion that was punctuated only by his own dreams. He had stirred but once during the day, somewhere near two of three in the afternoon, the sheer darkness of the room however was wholly capable in convincing the man there was no true need to be awake. As such, Dorian had simply rolled over and against Sebastian once more before returning entirely to sleep within but a mere few seconds. He was so distinctly unused to sharing a bed with anyone and yet he found such a thing came almost naturally and that he was, simply, too tired to truly care. Sebastian, in turn, was a notably quiet sleeper in every sense of the word. Undeniably, it is Dorian himself whom seems so prone to taking up most of the bed, yet for the better part of the day it seemed both men were entirely satisfied to simply sleep.

A sleep that went entirely undisturbed until now. Dorian was aware, dimly, of being so gently pulled against his companion and yet within that thickened haze of sleep he does little more then stir slightly before so returning to that oblivious state. The feel of something almost ticklish on his earlobe however sees the man frown slightly, shoulders hunching upward in an effort to brush away whatever that was that seemed so insistent in stirring him into wakefulness. His name softly uttered resulted in perhaps those first few tendrils of recognition beginning to stir within the haze of his mind, his eyes barely fluttering before he became so aware of another sensation. He knows so distinctly just whose lips are upon him, his mind so rapidly beginning to find its alertness in the wake of those kisses before he finds himself being rolled onto his back. One hand reaches up to rub at his eyes in some effort to wipe the sleep from them and chase away that blurry vision. The man aware now, of Sebastian so making himself comfortable upon his chest, Dorian peering down the length of his own torso at the man whom rested there in a manner almost innocent. A soft chuckle finds itself so drawn from his throat, lips parting to speak before the vampire so took it upon himself to wriggle in a manner that saw both Dorian's eyes widen slightly- the Fae far more aware of his body now.

"-and it is you whom tells me I am the relentless one."

There is little save for affection in such words, Dorian shifting ever so slightly to lean up upon his elbows now. The slightest of yawns finds its way to his lips, the hair upon one entire side of his head sticking up in all manner of directions from where he had lain upon it- this by far the most dishevelled he had certainly ever been before his companion and yet, for once, Dorian makes no move to address it. Did not such newfound status afforded the vampire the right to so see the King in such a tousled state? Were they not still behind those closed doors that permitted all such things? It is Sebastian's mention of the game he had taunted the man with last night that so seems to return that look of recognition to the Fae once more, a simper spreading across his features as he shifts as best he can within such a position. He leans forward then, brushing his lips so fleetingly across the man's own before pulling back just so- leaving his forehead to rest a moment upon his lovers.

"I shall keep such a promise too- but you shall have to let me up."

He chuckles softly once more, his lips pressed again to the vampires own as he waits but a moment for Sebastian to roll from him. Dorian sat himself more upright now, the silver of his gaze drifting from Sebastian a moment as if to survey the very four poster bed itself before the faintest of frowns so seems to touch his features in evident consideration.

"I do not think you have- ah, but we have an idea."

As to just what the Fae so seemed to consider remained to be seen, Dorian gesturing lightly for Sebastian to so stay where he was upon the bed before moving to roll from it himself. Several strides take the Fae King across the room and towards the vampires own wardrobe, Dorian content to spend a moment within it before he finds just exactly what he needs. He drapes the silken neck tie about his own neck, letting it hang around his bare shoulders before crawling back onto the bed and beside his lover with that ever teasing grin still in place. It is all-too easy then to so draw Sebastian to himself once more, the kiss he affords him now one of a far more passionate nature- his hands so tangling within those dirty blonde locks as he does. Ah, how he so relished this man! His hands trail down now, those fingers so feather-light upon the vampires cool skin before they rest upon Sebastian's bare shoulders, pressing the vampire lightly back until his own back so rests against the ornate headboard behind. Dorian's lips braking from his companion now for the first time.

"Put your arms behind you- trust me. It is so you do not cheat."

He waits for the vampire to do as requested and fold his arms behind him, Dorian moving to straddle him now, one knee either side as the Fae very near sits within his lap, leaning forward to so put to use the necktie he had borrowed from Sebastian's own wardrobe. It takes barely a moment to so loop that tie about Sebastian's wrists and to the headboard itself- Dorian assuring such a knot remained loose all the same. After all, of the vampires experience in this he knew little, the Fae King unwilling to press the man too far out of his own comfort zone and as such affording him room enough to move. Dorian so aware too- that it would take little strength for the vampire to merely break something as soft as a silken tie whenever he should choose. Such a thing designed to simply to remind the vampire to so keep his hands away- until he simply couldn't any longer. Dorian content to admire his work for but a moment.

"I do not know if you have played such games before, Mon Cher, it is about sensation but- you must keep your hands to yourself, if you have your hands you see- you will cheat and know just where I am."

That ever teasing simper dances so readily upon his lips once more before, for the first time, Dorian calls his own affinity to life- the Fae abruptly disappearing from sight alone. He rests still within the vampires lap, so surely felt by him and yet it is where else he might so decide to touch that affords such delights to the game. His lips press suddenly to Sebastian's jaw, teeth and tongue so working a pattern along it and down across the man's throat in a slow and methodical fashion that so assaults the mans skin with a wealth of sensation on those all-too sensitive areas before he so pulls his lips away- only to abruptly shower this same attention on the man's chest. He kisses a trail so easily downward and so unseen by the vampire, quite content to halt his trail, only to allow his lips to find a sudden, new place to press and so too bring the vampires entire body to life in ready anticipation of just where his kisses might so appear next. Without sight, after all, the body so tended to rely on those other senses- Dorian so willing to coax a plethora of other sensations to life. One hand moves then, gliding suddenly along the inside of Sebastian's thigh, before letting his fingers so gently graze the length of the man with but the promise of touch. Dorian allowing himself to become visible now, that impish grin still in place. His words no more than a heated whisper so thick with his own desire. Dorian decidedly devious when he should choose to be.

"Hmmm, do you think I should keep going?"

Dorian Aragona