Sebastian was nothing short of diligent in his masterful genteel caresses of his companion's from, enjoying the way in which Dorian's whole body so seemed to react in that warm, wet touch of his tongue. His mouth pulled from his lover's figure only at that closeness of the monarch's figure finding that satisfaction that was so denied himself. The vampire's indigo gaze so observed the way in which the fae King so fell back upon the sheets, that rapid breath reminding the vampire entirely of that very position he had been in not terribly long ago against the wood of his headboard. He could hardly deny the simper that toyed at his features at that groan that left Dorian's breathy lips. Instead, the vampire's nose nestled into that last vein he'd failed to partake within, the last one Dorian had so inquired of nearly a month ago upon those cobblestone streets. His fangs brushed against that delicate flesh and yet, Sebastian failed to bite into that flesh, instead moving back to hover over the clearly wanting features of his lover. His lips brushed against Dorian's in a fleeting kiss, the vampire pulling back only to be rewarded with that breathless want.

A soft chuckle left Sebastian lips as his companion offered him perhaps the one thing he owned far greater than anything else - his own country. "What if I don't want Sicily?" He inquired softly, a teasing simper toying with the man's features and yet, regardless Sebastian found himself bending back down only to offer whispered admittance of his own decided enjoyment of so seeing the ruler bound and within his bed. He hardly responded, in that moment, upon Dorian's assurance that only he was given such a gift as this, the vampire instead rolling his lover enough to position himself behind the man. He wholly embraced the way Dorian's far warmer flesh so immediately sought the contact of their skin upon skin at every possible location, his whole body pushing against that of the fae King's before his hand slowly reached up to follow that once bloodied trail back down Dorian's form. His fingertips so embraced Dorian, his hand moving with firm steady motions down the length of him. That small smile once again blossoming on Sebastian's lips at that groan he so pulled from his lover. His lips gingerly pressed against the man's back, trailing towards his shoulder as his own hips pressed into the man from behind, all too eagerly meeting that rhythm Dorian so effortlessly seemed to set.

The press of Dorian's body so pointedly against his own tender form brought a soft moan to his own mouth, his face momentarily burying in Dorian's shoulder as he exhaled. There was scarcely any denying that the simple promise he'd made to try on their last encounter had entirely crossed his mind. Sebastian so desperately wanted his lover and those sensations the man's body could offer him and yet, beyond too pressing his own body back against Dorian's in return, Sebastian remained entirely inactive in those overwhelming desires. His navy gaze flickered open at the sound of Dorian's wavering voice mirror that same sentence Sebastian himself had offered his companion their last night spent together all those weeks ago. It had felt glorious, to offer Dorian himself so completely and too the sheer idea of taking all of Dorian delighted him to the point that he hardly bothered questioning that simple sentence. Instead, the vampire's body pulled away from that closeness ever so slightly, just enough to reach down with his one free hand and position himself accordingly.

His fingertips remained entirely firm within his grasp around his lover, his hand maintaining that motion that so brought such pleasure for the king if only to counteract whatever discomfort Dorian might feel. He so desperately wanted the man to enjoy this that he was willing entirely to pull at all his tricks to ensure Dorian did just so. Sebastian hardly allowed the man a moment to brace himself, instead wanting to ensure his body remained entirely relaxed as possible as his hips suddenly rolled forward, his free hand positioned beneath them upon Dorian's other hip as he pulled the fae's body closer to him so their forms were but flush together once again. An audible groan left his lips, his eyelashes fluttering closed as he so entered his companion, his own breath hitching and so quickly returning to that rapid state it had been in before. "Dorian..." His voice was quiet as another soft moan left his lips, "You feel so good." He uttered in an altogether husky tone. He had been left without so long that the tightness of his lover's body so immediately brought the man a wave of pleasure that required a moment to regather his thoughts.

The vampire's eyelashes fluttered open, his indigo irises refocusing on the man in front of him, pausing before he dared move to ensure his partner was entirely okay with the newness that Sebastian so afforded him. His hips began to move ever so slightly, the gesture altogether small and slow and yet, despite all the concentration it so required, Sebastian remained sure to keep providing the man against him with those caresses he so enjoyed. It wasn't until several moments later that Sebastian's hips found some measure of a rhythm with his own fingertips and his lover's body. Those groans were so easily pulled from his lips as his body thrust against his companion's, the vampire decidedly short of breath and yet, he only continued with the same need. The past two weeks without Dorian within his life had been decidedly difficult, the vampire finding he had missed the way Dorian's body so brushed against his in moments just as this. He had missed that closeness - that intimacy of simply making love to the ruler. It was only now, in this moment, that he found himself finding that emotional connection he hadn't realized he had missing.

Sebastian Ellington