The way in which the vampire's kisses became so suddenly more ardent in the wake of that simple addition of blood only seems to further please the Fairy King. This renewed vigour with which the man so meets his lips only further seeks to encourage Dorian all the same before Sebastian makes an effort to taste every ounce of that small trickle of blood he can. Such an action decidedly pleasurable in itself before Dorian at last moves to break that embrace, the man all-too aware that he had hardly sated the vampire's needs and yet that very act of give and take was perhaps the very basis for such a game. The notably breathy tone to the vampires own words an almost welcome sound the King's ears. There was something so wholly satisfying at what he might be able to do to his lover, what he might be able to bring him to feel at his own hands- this man that was so totally his own to have. Dorian perhaps struck for the first time by the sheer notion of his own possessiveness in this and yet, all at once, he is hardly ashamed of it all the same. Sebastian after all, was so entirely his to love. The words that he so seems to draw from his companion in the moments that follow his disappearance back into the realms of the invisible stir that soft chortle from within his throat as he allows himself to so grind against his companion in just the fashion Sebastian had so subject him to in attempt to wake him up but not some moments earlier. Dorian wholly content to use the vampires own moves against him now and too- allow him to feel just how much Dorian himself so responded to even Sebastian's mere presence.

"It is."

He responds simply and with clear amusement, affording the man little more, quite content to continue with his own desires in this and see what else might be coaxed from his vampiric lovers form. It is all-to easy then to so distract the vampire's attention elsewhere before taking him within his hand and subjecting this most sensitive part of him to the brush and stroke of his fingers. Dorian so entirely enjoying the way the man beneath him responded to even this touch, the soft gasp he is rewarded with at that initial touch so followed by the groan that rises from within the vampire's throat. Ah, but what a pleasing sound that was! One arousing to Dorian himself if only for the knowledge that it is his actions that have so brought it about. His hands shift then, giving way to his lips to so lavish upon his lover yet another sensation- this action earning him yet another groan from Sebastian. The Fairy King so continues at this task for several moments, encouraging every sound and movement from the vampire beneath him- the man's desire for more so clear in that roll of his hips and that quickening sound to his breath as he drew only closer to that pleasurable high. It is only when such a thing seems inevitable that Dorian so abruptly moves away, satisfied to so leave his companion breathless and wanting. He appears not a moment later so sprawled across his lover's limb in a manner almost laconic, Dorian so entirely aware of just what he has subject his companion too and yet the man remains the very picture of innocence as those French lyrics so find him and Dorian responds in kind.

"Tel est le point de mon jeu, mon cher. Bien que je ne l'aime donc voir ce que je pourrais faire pour vous avec mon contact."
(Such is the very point of my game, my dear. Though I do so love to see what I might do to you with my touch.)

That glorious grin so finds his features once more with those teasing words as Dorian so simply lifts the first of his fingertips to his lips, brushing his tongue in a fashion so distinctly suggestive along his own finger in the way he had subject those more intimate parts of Sebastian too only moments ago. Ah how he might so fill Sebastian's mind with a plethora of wants! He licks the blood clean from that single finger, hardly opposed to the taste these small smears so afford him. Indeed he paid truly little attention to it- though what about that taste Sebastian seemed to find so enchanting he hardly knew. He continues to lounge atop his companions limbs, so fully within sight of the man and yet so entirely out of reach all at once, Dorian bringing the second of his fingers to lips now. It is for the first time now that Dorian so truly notices any attempt by the vampire to move his arms, that soft silken tie so halting him and drawing forth something almost akin to whine of want from the man's throat. Dorian's action abruptly halted at that sound, four of his fingers still tainted in that smear of red before the silver of his gaze so lifts to his lovers own once more. Sebastian surely upon those last strings of control, Dorian content to afford them one final pluck as those jesting, teasing words part his lips once more.

"Do you know how much I missed your touch while you were away, Bastien?"

He moves once more, slowly, gently shifting until he straddles his companion yet again, careful still to limit his own movement and that friction against the vampire's arousal, his silvery gaze still upon his lover, affection and tease and want so all at once seeming to linger within.

"I was left having to simply imagine where I might so have enjoyed your touch."

There is a distinct and deliberate annunciation to each word, Dorian allowing his tongue to press roughly upon his own teeth. While he hardly possessed the fangs of his companion, the semi-healed cut the vampires fangs had made upon that soft-flesh was all-too easy to disturb once more, that faint tinge of blood tasted within his own mouth. He lifts that single clean finger to the tip of his tongue now, so allowing Sebastian to see that new smear of blood he so affords it before Dorian abruptly brushes it across his neck

"I did imagine how it might feel if you were to kiss me here and here-"

His own hand trails so smoothly downward across his collarbone and chest, his finger lifted once more to so renew that small touch of blood yet again before brushing it just above the hem of his boxers.

"I think here too might be quite pleasing and of course, there is always here."

There is a decided heat to his lyrics, the movement of his hips, this time, so purposely grinding against his companion again as Dorian so allows his hand to dip below that rim of his undergarments and so engage Sebastian's imagination is to just where he may well have allowed his fingers to touch. Dorian's final words little more than a heated whisper and yet within them so existed every bit of truth and want and desire and need he was so determined the vampire should know he created within the Fae King.

"I thought near every night of how much I wanted you and your hands and your lips everywhere on me...."

Dorian Aragona