There was something so distinctly delightful in Sebastian's willingness to so engage in these games Dorian presented him with. Such things, after all, were not to everyone's tastes and yet that Sebastian might be willing to so subject himself to Dorain's experiments and, in turn, so embrace the Fae Kings ever inquisitive nature only seemed to further increase his affections for his lover. He so desperately craved his companion, every part of him, Dorian relishing in even the thought of the vampire's hands and lips upon him. Yet, for but a few moments at least he is willing to forgo his own satisfaction- if only to so shower such affections upon his companion in a way that, perhaps, might be entirely new for the vampire. It is decidedly easy to lean down and so bind the man's hands to headboard behind him, Dorian assuring such knots held enough looseness to still permit the vampire some movement if only in acknowledgement of that very newness of this situation. There was, after all, a requirement for patience on some level in any new endeavour. For all Sebastian's age and experience in matters of a sexual nature there remains within the Fae King a distinct respect for the vampires own comfort zone. Dorian paused ever so briefly to examine his own handiwork and too- afford the vampire a moment to offer any objection. That Sebastian was so apparently willing only seeing that impish grin widen at the very notion he might so be allowed to love his companion to the full expanse of his imagination.

The surprise upon the vampire's features is hardly unexpected as Dorian's own affinity moves to embrace him and conceal his form from view. The manner in which the man so pulled backward in surprise at the tender kiss upon his cheek drew Dorian's own chuckle from his lips, such a thing little more than heated breath upon Sebastian's jaw and neck as Dorian so determinedly continued that trail downward. Those words he so managed to coax from his lover were so decidedly British in tone that Dorian could hardly help but allow that warm simper to dance upon his features. The Fae having become so partial to those very accented tones. Ah, but how sexy they were! His lovers form so seems to jolt in surprise once more as his lips trace his chest, Dorians lips lifted if only to allow his hand to tease a gentle pattern upon the mans inner thigh. Sebastian's leg was decidedly more giving then the rest of his form, Dorian allowing his fingers the lightest of touches upon that very place he knew his lover so desired to be touched and too that place Dorian was perhaps all too eager to engage. The soft breath coaxed from within the vampire hardly missed. He allows himself to become visible once more, silver gaze meeting that ardent blue of Sebastian's own, one eye lifted in question now that the man had been afforded a taste of the game he so intended to engage him in. The permission he is offered so distinctly pleasing and all the more arousing in itself.

"Then let me show you how much I adore you."

The love within his voice is surely clear, such tones thick with his own need and a sheer desire for his lover, Dorian content to remain visible for but a few moments longer as he leans forward to press his lips to Sebastian's own once more. This time however, there is a distinct purpose to such a gesture. The Fae King allows his tongue to so brush along the vampires lower lip, encouraging him to part his lips and allow him that far more intimate of kisses. He delights so readily in just this sort of kiss, the man so seeking to spark that want and desire within his lover as his lips press fervently to his own. He allows that kiss to continue for several moments, drawing it out so entirely for both their pleasure before his tongue withdraws- ever so slightly- allowing the tip to find Sebastian's own sharpened fang. He presses so firmly upon that point, allowing that fang to pierce the delicate flesh of his tongue and too- that blood to well to the surface. There is something of an art to so enticing both Sebastian the man and Sebastian the vampire and yet Dorian hardly shies away from such a task. Indeed, the Fae King so eagerly embraces both as he only continues that kiss once more- such an action so affording the vampire every taste upon his own tongue before Dorian finally breaks that embrace. The man softly, slowly drawing away, hands so cupping either side of his companions face, his words little more than a heated whisper.

"You are an exquisite kisser."

Invisibility so suddenly conceals his form and so robs Sebastian of that sight of him yet again, there was, after all, so much more of his companion to enjoy! His position shifts, if only slightly, allowing his groin to grind against the vampires own, separated only by that ever-thin fabric of Dorians own boxer shorts. Allowing Sebastian to so feel his own blossoming want for him. One hand reaches forward to rest flat on the vampire's chest, Dorian so splaying his fingers and drawing the man's attention to this very place. Yet such a thing is a simple distraction, Sebastian surely so unaware of Dorians own free hand that moves to suddenly encircle that most intimate part of him in the warmth of his fingers. His caresses is firm, yet slow upon that cool, silken flesh, Dorian willing to offer the man at least some satisfaction by offering the length of his lover some touch at last. All the while remaining wholly observant of every reaction his might coax from the man. How long would he last at such a game? Near 600 years so confined to the one space had afforded the Fae a near endless amount of nights to so perfect this and yet- had he not so promised his lover sensation?He continues to so stroke his companion for some moments before he slides ever so slightly down, continuing to so subject the man to those smooth caresses before Dorian, in a single, smooth motion, so replaces his hand by taking Sebastian between his lips with barely a pause in between that shift.

This, he knows, is perhaps a more intimate, pleasurable touch. One Dorian enjoys himself, one that so allows Sebastian to feel something entirely new, fingers replaced with lips and tongue. It is this the Fae King is so content to subject his lover too now. Dorian is nothing if not observant, the Fae adjusting his action until it is so he finds just how best the vampire responds- Dorian so fully content to see how he might unravel some of the man's control and how long Sebastian might be able keep his hands to himself- though surely the silken tie will hardly hold him for more than a decent pull or two. The Monarch continues to so embrace his lover, willing to take the man to that very brink of pleasure, waiting until he so feels that all-too obvious change in the man and that inevitable approach of that pleasurable high before abruptly pulling his lips away before he can reach such a thing. Ah, but he knows how he teases! It is only now that he allows that invisibility to drop once more and afford Sebastian the sight of him, Dorian near resting over the man's thigh, head held within his hand as he leans upon his elbow atop the bed- so careful now to avoid that over-sensitive part of his companion as the silver of his gaze meets the man's own and that ever impish simper so dances slowly back upon his lips. Dorian so entirely aware of just what he has subject the man too. His words soft, yet teasing as they come though nothing but affection lingers within his gaze.

"It looks almost as if you enjoyed that, Mon Cher."

But how Dorian adored relishing such things upon him! How much he loved to love him and so relish in that taste and feel of him! It is the last of his actions, for now, that so see the Fae King lift his free hand to his lips. Each of his fingers smeared with just a little blood, so placed their earlier from the tip of his tongue unseen by the vampire- Dorian bringing one finger to his lips now as if to taste that blood for himself and so lick it from his fingertip as Sebastian had once done before- aware of just how enticing such a sight might be and the very notion of how seductive such a sight surely was....

Dorian so unafraid to unleash a plethora of delights upon his lover.

Dorian Aragona