The Englishman was utterly content to remain nestled amongst those golden haphazardly tangled sheets that so surrounded him in the wake of the hours he had so thoroughly enjoyed at Dorian's hands. His fingertips were so intertwined within his lover's, the vampire all too content to simply watch the Fae King. He could feel the man's fingertips against the smooth plane of his chest, tracing patterns that held meaning only to the King alone. He so treasured simple moments such as this where he found contentment in merely existing at his lover's side. It was that genteel sensation of Dorian's lips against his skin that so saw the vampire shift, allowing the King room to grace his body with those touches of affection in whichever way he so saw fit. He was hardly oblivious to that rich chuckle that so left his companion's lips and yet, it only further widened that grin upon his features. Satisfied though his body was, he still found himself yearning for even the simplest of chaste touches from the man on top of him. That nip upon the vampire's neck only brought a soft groan from his parted lips. There was no denying that for all that love that so blossomed within him, and for all that pleasure he had already felt, he still perhaps found himself lusting after the monarch.

The vampire's attention, however, shifted from his everlasting interest in the man before him at the suggestion that so lingered upon Dorian's lips. He could hardly help the teasing that so laced his words in response, his own words entirely good natured. After all, he drew a decided amount of pleasure from those notions that so danced through Dorian's mind - all six hundred years worth of ideas. "I will indulge you in each and everyone then." He commented softly before agreeing to this plan that would so draw him from the comfort he'd found within those sheets. He watched as Dorian so rolled off of him, sliding off the bed but seconds later. Sebastian himself moved in an entirely lackadaisical fashion from that mattress, only to too fish his jeans from the side of the bed. He hardly bothered with any sort of undergarment, seeing as the man so rarely did within the first place. And yet, despite this, he was wholly surprised at the monarch's state of dress as he so waited for him. The King was altogether poised more often the not, hardly even wishing his servant to see the imprint of that want within his jeans the evening before. That he might now be willing to leave Sebastian's bedroom with but just pants entirely was curious to the man, and yet, not a word so left his lips, hardly wishing to ruin the level of comfort Dorian had finally found within his home.

It was only Dorian's touch that so pulled him from his thoughts, his crystalline gaze shifting downwards towards his arm and the thread Dorian so wound around it. He had become so incredibly used to the presence of those red strings within his life that he had nearly forgotten this thread entirely. His head nodded solemnly as Dorian so declared that this thread was his to so guard, and indeed he had every intention of doing just so. Still, a small simper crossed his features as Dorian's lips so innocently brushed over his cheek, his words but a soft whisper of response, "You're welcome." It hardly took much thought to so reach out to that singular string, the vampire so stealing its presence from Dorian's view as it and all the others once again became but his to observe alone. Later, in those moments alone, he might have dwelled further upon that string around his wrist and finger but, for now, Sebastian was entirely content to follow Dorian into the hallway in search of this idea. A small nod was given towards his own servant, "Good evening, dear." Those words so softly left his lips, the girl awarding the pair with a beaming simper of her own as she passed them. Naught a word so left his lips as they moved through his home, passing several rooms before stepping out of the back door and into the gardens beyond.

Sebastian wordlessly followed his companion deeper into his acreage, his gaze slightly trailing over the animal features that so adored his gardens. He remained decidedly close to the fae King, as if to ensure his footing remained wholly steady with but grass beneath his feet. His head tilted ever so slightly to the side as Dorian so recalled from his earlier memories of time spent in hedges such as these. "When I was alive, I attended many an events like those." He commented softly in understanding. Hell, in those tender moments of his life, when he had truly lived, parties had been the entirety of his life - with William and John at his side. He paused as Dorian's fingertips slowly fell away from him, his fingers so toying with that coin that hung delicately around his own neck. The vampire's attention rested entirely upon the monarch as his fingertips moved further up his neck, the man speaking of the woman he lived with, one in which Sebastian was only just beginning to understand that he might hold a close connection with. Nevertheless, the vampire remained entirely still as his lover so began to circle him, Sebastian's gaze slowly shifting as the man moved around him.

A small simper so flickered across his features as Dorian's voice dropped in tone, regaining that husky note of want and yet, the words he so suggested was a language that Sebastian knew well. He had so thrived in the art of dance - in the grace and poise that so came with it. He excelled so well in it all, and yet, naught a word of this so left his lips as Dorian pulled his body against him. His head turned ever so slightly as Dorian's lips pressed against his ear, the vampire so intently listening to those words. His skin shuddered ever so slightly at the warmth that so brushed against him, clearly taking advantage of the vampire's renewed heightened senses. Sebastian could feel Dorian's fingertips so sliding against his skin as he continued his circle around him, his aquamarine gaze so effortlessly finding those sterling eyes once again as the man closed every inch of space that existed between them. His voice was but a whisper as he leaned ever so closer towards him, denying him that kiss he so wanted.

For a moment, Sebastian lingered there, so aching to close that distance and so brush his lips against Dorian's own and yet, entirely aware that this too was apart of their so refined game. Dorian knew exactly how to create wants of any such variety within him and it was wholly up to the vampire to rise to the occasion. Slowly, the vampire stepped away from the man he so adored, his hand out stretched out to his companion, his body bowing ever so slightly as those old social graces so took over the vampire. "May I have the honor of dancing with you, your majesty?" He inquired softly. It was only with when Dorian's hand so found his that Sebastian's own hand settled gingerly upon the King's hip. He pulled the monarch closer towards him before stepping with such an effortless ease, so guiding Dorian around that manicured lawn. Those choreographed steps came back to the Victorian Englishman without hesitation - as if nearly two hundred years had not passed at all. After the first circle around that lawn, a soft hum so resonated on the vampire's lips, the tune entirely reminiscent of that era he'd lived through.

Sebastian Ellington