That simple sentence that left the lips of his lover altogether brought with it a promise of sorts that whatever was about to come surely would bring with it a veritable assault of sensations...ones in which he was sure to enjoy. His eyebrows rose ever so slightly at the idea of such and yet he hardly saw fit to spoil such a notion with his own lyrics. Instead, his own lips so freely embraced those of his lover, his hands shifting ever so slightly behind him, the brush of that silken fabric against his wrists once again reminded him that he was entirely not allowed to even so much as touch his lover for even something as simple as this. Still, Sebastian's lips parted ever so slightly at that touch of Dorian's tongue, the man knew all too well the request such an action brought with it and saw little reason to deny his companion in this. His own tongue gingerly caressed his companion's, his lips so enjoyed being pressed against his lover, enough so that he saw little reason to pull away. In fact, it wasn't until Dorian's own tongue withdrew ever so slightly that Sebastian allowed himself to too pull his tongue back - though the man was entirely unprepared for what thoughts so filled the mind of his lover.

He was nearly immediately aware of the way in which Dorian's tongue caressed his sharpened canines, the fae king seemed to so fully enjoy teasing to life those more vampiric needs within the vampire. Even that knowledge, however, failed to prepare him for the way Dorian's tongue so pressed against those sharpened teeth enough to pierce his own tender flesh. That taste of blood nearly instantly filled Sebastian's mouth, the man's indigo eyes fluttered open nearly immediately as he suddenly leaned forward and into that kiss with a renewed vigor. His tongue so gingerly, and yet, with a measure of desperateness, caressed that wound Dorian had made upon himself, the man relishing in that taste of blood he was afforded. Dorian's own form pulled away far before Sebastian himself was satisfied, the vampire left entirely wanting for that delectable substance he so survived upon. His blue eyes remained steadfast upon his companion as Dorian cupped his face within his own hands and softly, a simper spread across his features at Dorian's comment. "You are quite skilled yourself." He responded in an appreciative and yet, entirely breathy tone.

However, the vampire was entirely robbed of the sight of his companion but moments later, a soft sigh leaving his lips in the process. He was well aware of Dorian's hips grinding against his own but a moment later, the action bringing a soft chuckle to his lips. "Petty, are we, my King? Is this payback?" He inquired jestingly, referring to himself making the same gesture but only moments earlier. Relentless indeed. Regardless, the man was all too aware of Dorian's own state of arousal as the man brushed so briefly against his own rapidly arising form. He was aware of Dorian's fingers against his chest, his own body fully anticipating further sensation there only to find Dorian's touch encircling him elsewhere. A soft gasp left his lips, his chest rising and falling with the action. A soft groan left his lips as Dorian's hands only continued their firm actions, the sensation alone surely bringing to life those lustful desires for the man veiled from his sight. He was aware vaguely of Dorian's figure repositioning enough to slide down the length of his body and yet even that knowledge hardly prepared him for the sensation of Dorian's mouth open him, his warm breath teasing those sensitive places whilst his tongue so gingerly and delicately caressed him.

That transition alone brought a groan from his lips, his eyes fluttering closed as he leaned back against the head of the bed behind him. The sensation alone was hardly new to the vampire in any such way and yet, few people were capable of performing it with any real finesse in the way Dorian had so mastered. His own breath started to come quicker, his back arching ever so slightly. His hips gingerly pushed against his companion, clearly wanting more and yet, the longer Dorian persisted, the more those sounds left his lips and too the closer he came to that peak of pleasure. It was a pleasure that was quickly robbed of him. Just at the edge of that precipice, when he could feel the very beginnings of that sensation, the vampire found him suddenly...lacking. Sebastian's own gaze fluttered open, his breath still shallow as his whole form slowly sank back against the headboard. Sebastian could hardly deny that such refusal of release had certainly managed to frustrate him. He watched his companion as the fae's figure slowly materialized upon his lap. "Les choses que vous faites pour moi , mon amour . Je ne sais pas combien de ce jeu de la vôtre que je peux supporter." (The things you do to me, my love. I do not know how much more of this game of yours I can withstand.) He admitted softly, his own body still discontent from that which he was denied.

It was that suddenly appearance of red that so caught Sebastian's attention, his indigo irises entirely watching intently as Dorian so seductively licked that blood off of his fingertips. Such a simple action so managed to entire all of the vampire. The blood surely called to his more animalistic instincts and the part of him that was entirely man was fully aroused if only for the pleasure he himself had experienced at that touch of that tongue. It was perhaps this action that so saw his wrists move against that tie before a soft whine left his lips. He might have been able to withstand whatever assaulted his physical figure but the sight, and god that scent, of blood was entirely his undoing. Dorian had wanted his control to falter and indeed it was quickly unraveling, the vampire remaining where he was entirely out of sheer will though even that was rapidly failing him.

Sebastian Ellington