It was, perhaps, the first time with in the entirety of the vampire's life, undead or otherwise, that Sebastian had truly considered the notion of spending an eternity with a singular soul. Commitment was certainly a shortcoming of the British Casanova - the man never truly gracing the presence of any individual for any great length of time. He knew each body that walked through his life was fleeting. Hell, he operated upon this premise and yet, as the vampire settled within his lover's lap, he found himself entirely content with the knowledge that he had pledged himself for many a more future evenings akin to this. There was something undeniably impeccable of this evening - every single second had been utterly sublime and Sebastian was all too willing to suggest that perhaps this might not be the last of such eves they might enjoy. His own radiant aquamarine irises glanced up at lyrics so quietly murmured, the idea that Dorian might be so equally as game so effortlessly brought the vampire's features into a warm simper. "I should like that." He offered in the same whispered fashion, his body shifting away from the man beside him only to instead venture towards that flesh he had so declared his intent to finally take from.

Sebastian found himself settling all too serenely between the monarch's legs, content only once again within that contact of flesh against his body. Somehow, Dorian's touch alone, as chaste as it might sometimes be, brought not only that fluttering of warmth within his breast but too a measure of some sort of placidity within the wayward vampire. It stilled him, bringing him to simply enjoy this moment rather than searching for the next soul to make him forget the lack of blood within his system, the meaninglessness of his immortality, and the otherwise lonesome life he subject himself too. He was vaguely aware of that whimsical glance to the King's features at his own entirely cheesy words, though he found he hardly anticipated how well such thoughts were received. It was still notably peculiar to him that Dorian might have so desired such lyrics of affection from himself when he was surely so freely told such things so frequently - how utterly undeniable he was, how deliciously attractive, how earning even a moment of his attention made the whole world seem as if it slipped away to blur into the background. Sebastian was surely capable of infecting the same sensations within others though it was entirely with the use of his ability rather than any truly noteworthy interest those so called victims had within him. No, Dorian was a unique soul capable of producing such wonderment entirely naturally.

Such thoughts, however, were entirely cut off by those all too mischievous and yet entirely crude suggestion that left the lips of the monarch, words that brought a chuckle to his own mouth. "Next time then, you may have all of me in any way you so desire." Sebastian uttered solemnly, well aware of the position this would surely place him within. Dorian had an uncanny fashion of discovering those kinks the vampire so failed to share, often using them against him to bring him to the point in which he would have nearly begged for that release. Nevertheless, for tonight, he had nearly found all of his desires satisfied except, perhaps, one. It was that surely uncivilized need that saw the vampire bending over his lover, his fangs piercing that delicately soft flesh. He so truly relished the sounds he could so coax from the so usually composed ruler, the man truly relentless in this release of those neurochemicals to so stimulate his partner as he fed. It was only when he'd too found some resemblance of sedation that Sebastian's tongue so caressed gingerly at those indentations, encouraging that flow to cease its slow pace altogether.

The vampire rolled ever so slightly onto his back, his head nestled entirely upon Dorian's thigh. He was all too aware of the fashion in which he had so left his lover and yet, he was far too blissfully pleased to so maneuver himself to remove those ribbons he had tied himself, instead relying purely on his domination of the fate of lovers to unravel those satin crimson ties to but vanish from sight and into oblivion. His gaze so nonchalantly watching the monarch as the man so loosened those muscles he had so subjected to that tightness that came with such constraint - and yet, Sebastian hardly held any regrets, not tonight. He knew well the fae King's body would remember well tomorrow the actions he had done tonight and, in a way, it brought him a sense of satisfaction that even in the days to follow, Dorian's thoughts would be wholly forced to return to this sweet moment. The sudden touch of Dorian's fingertips within his dirty blonde locks saw the vampire lean into that genteel caress, his cheek nuzzling with some measurable affection into Dorian's palm. He leaned up ever so slightly, letting his lips brush against Dorian's own with a softness more akin to the love he felt now in the wake of their coupling.

The Englishman's head tilted ever so slightly to the side in an inquisitive gesture at Dorian's rather abrupt distraction. Sebastian watched in silence as the King's gaze was torn from him instead to the post he had but moments ago been tethered to. Still, that question brought the softest of simper's to his lips, those threads were entirely new to him, an aspect of his newfound affinity he was only just beginning to master. He reached upwards ever so slightly only to too call upon that affinity, letting a singular red thread weave between his fingertips, one that's end was tied ever so neatly to the vampire's pinkie itself. "You showed me once one of your capabilities - this is one of mine. Although, this is the first time I've been able to use it practically for anything beyond knowing who belong with whom." He had considered leaving those threads simply there except for the simple memory that Dorian had provided him vastly more details then Sebastian himself did. It was that effort of fairness that so coaxed some measure of explanation from the vampire as he remained so happily nestled within Dorian's lap. "You've heard of the concept of 'soulmates', yes? That someone out there was made specifically for you. Each soulmate is tied to their other with one of these - they are the threads of fate. Unbreakable and unnoticeable - except for me." A soft puff of air left his nose as if the man found some sort of humor in this simple fact that he would be the one to see the world awash with red. This was surely not what that phrase was supposed to mean in the context of his species and yet, it was his newfound norm all the same.

Sebastian Ellington