The idea that Sebastian's own ballroom might be upon a significantly smaller scale than the one that adorned his own palace and was indeed designed to hold several hundred people is hardly of any surprise to the ancient King. Yet too- there was surely a decided intimacy to a smaller space so designed for those more private parties the vampire mentioned. Though indeed to, the notion of Sebastian throwing any sort of party was perhaps an oddity of sorts to the Fae's mind. After all, of all he knew of the man he so loved there was little to indicate he was anything other than private in his home life. Dorian hardly finding such a trait objectionable in the least. There was, after all, a distinct pleasure in so closing those doors to the outside world. Later perhaps, he might impose upon Sebastian to show such a room to him, his head simply nodded at the note of explanation he is afforded now before that teasing simper do adorns his features in those moments in which his every curious thoughts are so given to turn- affording his lover the notion that he might well be capable of crafting any amount of ideas for such a room. Sebastian's willingness, as always, to be subject to them- whatever they might be only seeming to press that teasing simper into a grin of sorts. Ah, but how fortunate he was to have a Consort so wholly unafraid to simply try at any of those ideas that so turned within the Fae King's mind.

Any further consideration of ballrooms however is momentarily lost to the discussion of Sebastian's own family. Even this information, simple and perhaps even meaningless though it might be within the modern world, afforded the ancient King only more opportunity to simply know the man. This pedigree and peerage merely stored within his mind, for now, Dorian having already considered it's later use, though in this he sees little need to inform the vampire just yet. His attention far more taken now with affording the man his hand, his features wholly inquisitive as to just what Sebastian so intended in this- his favoured of dances. Of all that Dorian had so been content to imagine such a dance might pertain in those delicate moments of diligent practice his thoughts had hardly come close to the truth of the matter. That moment in which his legs are so kicked from beneath him startling the Fae so entirely that he is left, rather ungracefully, attempting to grasp onto any part of Sebastian he might to so prevent himself falling. That such was the vampires intention had hardly occurred to him until he was so given to find himself both confident and wholly trusting enough in his lover not to drop him- as to notice something almost akin to impishness upon the vampires features in that all to brief moment.

He is returned to his feet, if but briefly, before Dorian finds himself tossed over Sebastian's shoulder, the man utterly unable to prevent that yelp of surprise that so parts his lips. Dorian, for several seconds, having no true idea of which way was up as he finds himself twirled so effortlessly around his lover before coming to rest in the man's arms once more- his breathing decidedly uneven and hair askew. The idea of just how glorious such a dance might be when done in full and with practice is hardly lost upon him. The Fae King wholly exhilarated by it all the same, the shock upon his features clear for several moments before he so finds Sebastian's arms around him in a fashion almost protective and yet one Dorian finds he desires all the same. It was contenting, really, to have the arms of another around him after so many centuries of being so decidedly alone- the vampires heated embrace readily seeing Dorian lean back within it before he assures the man of the delight to be taken from those early steps and lifts they had performed. Dorian aware, truly, for perhaps the first time of how entirely powerful his companion was. He himself was hardly a heavy individual in any sense of the word, Fae, by design, the lightest and slightest of all the supernatural races and yet still there existed within Sebastian an effortlessness of sorts to such actions. The vampire entirely more powerful than he ever truly displayed with those often tender touches and gentle actions. Such knowledge however, hardly afforded the Fae any true concern. His trust within his lover entirely whole. Dorian aware then of Sebastian's features brushing across his shoulder and that ever subtle inhalation that brings little more than a chuckle to his own lips. The Fae entirely aware of his companions wants in that regard.

Exercise perhaps, was inclined to prompt that hunger within the vampire. Else, as Dorian had perhaps once considered before, his own lightly flustered state of uneven breath and more rapidly beating heart so seemed to appeal to Sebastian's tastes in a way the Fae knew he could hardly deny. Dorian too- having long since accepted such things of the man as he turned easily within his arms. Entirely content, if only for a moment, to so tease at Sebastian's wants a little more. It is easy then to wrap his arms about his companions neck, yet another soft chuckle humming within his throat at the surprise that danced but briefly upon the vampires features as Dorian jumped neatly upward in a manner decidedly outside decorum and yet within the gardens there was hardly any other to see such unroyal behaviour. Sebastian, as Dorian had so intended, moved to catch him with ease- that hand that traced along his spine so inspiring the smallest arch to his back in simple response to even this modest touch before his fingers so knotted in those dirty blonde locks that seemed all the more silver in the moonlight. Dorian having come to quite enjoy the feeling of his fingers within that tangled hair. Sebastian's agreement that this was, indeed, an enjoyable lift inspiring that impish grin into place once more before his so eagerly found his boyfriends own.

It is hardly a difficult task to so pluck at those strings of desire within the vampire and indeed so inspire those reactions Dorian is all the more content to encourage as he finds himself pressed to the grass mere moments later. How he so relishes that feeling of skin on skin and too that simple weight of the man pressing against his own form and pinning him to the ground beneath- his own kisses increasing slightly in their ardour. Dorian long ago having given up so attempting to understand just why he craved this man so entirely- whether by affection or love or those red strings of fate he hardly knew- knowing only he adored even the most chaste of moments let alone those more salacious indulgences. The King reluctantly allowing Sebastian to pull away in that interim- this notion of yet something else within the gardens he might enjoy seeing those silver eyes brighten with inquisitiveness once more. Curiosity his eternal weakness in this as his gaze met his lovers own.

"You know well I think, Mon Cher, that I cannot resist such temptations as this. I should like to see what else your gardens have."

That warm simper so presses upon his lips once more, Dorian waiting only so long as it took Sebastian to shift and so allow him to his feet once more, hands brushing briefly at his jeans to sweep the grass from them before stepping forward to come to Sebastian's side once more- head tilted softly to the side as if he has been taken with a sudden thought. His grin becoming far more- devious in that moment.

"Do you know, I think I have come to discover why it is so you seem never to wear the undergarments beneath your jeans- it is much more....freeing."

Dorian Aragona