Dorian is, within the wake of such actions- wholly satisfied. His body was utterly spent and yet it had so finally been sated of those near desperate needs that had built within him these past two weeks. Such a length of time, after all, was very nearly the longest he had ever gone without such satisfaction and yet the Fae King finds himself assured that Sebastian had been well worth the wait. Having the man within him an entirely glorious sensation and yet too- one that so allowed for every bit of intimacy he so craved with his companion. It was so new to him, truly, this utter want for closeness. Even despite his age and experience with such adventures between the sheets there had never been any true yearning within the man for closeness on the wake of it, Dorian often remaining in the bed of his conquests only so long as it took him to catch his breath before departing (or sending them out) and even then, in most instances, the sex was hardly good enough- at least on his end, to warrant him needing a moment to rest. He avoided those moments in the interim, held no desire to draw his partner close and so hold her or cuddle against her. Surely it would do no more than confuse her affections and yet how things had changed! He adores that feeling of Sebastian against him and those moments in which there is little sound in the room save for the rapid sound of breathing. He relishes in the warmth, the mused hair, the tangled sheets, the intertwined limbs and sees no need in any fashion to deny his want to cuddle against the man despite how silly he had once believed it. He desired all of it. His lips lazily pressed that kiss to his companions own- briefly aware with that movement as he sat somewhat upright, that he was, evidently, going to feel the results of their lovemaking for a day or two yet. Dorian hardly minding all the same as he collapsed back down upon his back and atop the bed.

The equally lazy kiss with which he is afforded and too- that simper only seems to stir his own into place, features softening all the more at that touch of the back of Sebastian's hand against his cheek and that breathy chuckle. The vampire's assurance they could surely best what they had just done brining Dorian's own soft snort of amusement to his lips. In truth he hardly doubted the vampire, the Fae entirely assured that once he was rested he would be more then capable of exploring a plethora of ideas he had spent several centuries considering in the once vague hope he might find another with skill enough to carry them out. It had merely taken him near six hundred years before fate so deemed he might find the man it seemed he had been waiting for all this time. Even so, to best such an evening would surely be quite the task all the same, one Dorian is entirely content to take up. Even if just so he might be left with more moments such as this in which the world is so undeniably perfect, he is wholly content and Sebastian is just where it pleases him to be- beside him.

"I should not be opposed to trying."

He utters softly, working now to attempt to still his breath as Sebastian's lips brush his own again before the man shifts at last, moving towards the vein he had so desired for this evening. Dorian merely allowing one leg to fall slightly to the side and so facilitate the vampires wants in this, the Fae King curious, perhaps, as to why Sebastian so seemed to prefer to feed in those all-to heated moments or there immediate aftermath. Blood, perchance, tasted better when pleasure or want was so added or indeed perhaps with those one-time victims, feeding was surely easier once some level of closeness had been achieved. Dorian hardly finding anything within such a notion objectionable, it is merely simple practicality and yet for now at least he sees little need to question under what circumstance blood might taste better- an idle wondering for another time perhaps. His thoughts distracted by that brush of lips upon his thigh in Sebastian's search for the vein before he questions the mans earlier dismissal of his own Sicily, amusement so clear within his query.

The words with which he is so answered bring yet another soft chuckle to his lips and yet the manner in which his features so soften at those words can hardly be denied, Dorian truly content in hearing them all the same within these delightful moments in which they might be so afforded every permission to say just what they desired to one another. He angles his own head upward as much as he surely can within such a bound position, silvery gaze meeting the navy of his lovers own if only momentarily- a grin almost impish once more upon his features. Though the words he utters remain decidedly truthful.

"I hardly intended to send you to Sicily without me, Mon Cher. I would come with you of course. You are right though, all things are surely better with me in them. Sicily, this city, this bed....you."

It is a decidedly rare thing for the ancient Fae to so engage in any kind of blatant innuendo and yet Dorian is surely nothing if not surprising on occasion, those airs and graces so non-existent here and now, amusement laced with those words as he chuckles. That decidedly impish nature making itself evidently clear in just the same moment as Sebastian's teeth so puncture his flesh. There is, as always, that brief flash of pain as those pointed tips so part his flesh and yet it is made so quickly irrelevant as Dorian is so subject to his fourth injection of the venom tonight- drawing a soft groan from his lips even now, utterly exhausted though he is. His heart beat quickens again, affording the vampire with such freely flowing blood as Dorian merely lays his head back down once more in that wave of bliss- effortlessly allowing Sebastian to draw his leg only closer and further against his lips as he feeds. It is only when he feels his lover tongue caressing those new wounds that Dorian so allows his leg to lay flat once more, the man hardly opposed to Sebastian's head resting now within his lap as his own body continues to enjoy that haze of delight he has found himself within.

The lazy drawl of Sebastian's words seem to grasp his attention all the same, the red ribbons that so bound his hands suddenly falling abruptly away- freeing him once more. His shoulders roll reflexively, loosening the muscles there before bringing his arms back to his own sides. He leans forward then, careful not to jostle the man within his lap all the same as he sits more upright, fingers lacing through Sebastian's dirty blonde locks as he had so desired to do earlier, leaning over the man to so steal another kiss, leaving his fingers toying with the man's locks in affection. It is only after several moments that the Fae King seems to find some clarity within that venom-induced haze, his features frowning suddenly, Dorian turning to glance behind him at the bed post once more, eyes running across the bed before returning to Sebastian's own with clear confusion.

"Where, Mon Cher, did that red rope go? More so, how is it so you untied me? I would accuse you of having put the rope within your pocket without my notice but I find this idea impractical in your current state of lacking pockets."

Dorian Aragona