There was no denying that emotions tended to taint the blood with a certain sort of taste. The chemicals that ran rampant throughout the system each affected the blood stream differently and Sebastian had become aware of each of those finely tuned flavor. It had been one of those few intricacies that had so intrigued the vampire, pulling at his curiosity enough that he had taking every effort to become knowledgeable on how the body so worked - on why he preferred some things over another - hell, on how he was so able to create within others those feelings, sensations, and desires. The vampire was well aware of that increased beat in Dorian's heart, that prospect alone already tugging at the hunter within him. That knowledge of the taste that too might be afforded to him, one different than that which he so often indulged within, only further managed to entice the Englishman, his nose running against Dorian's flesh with the softest of exhales from his lips. He was well aware of that chuckle that so left his lover's lips, momentarily distracting the vampire from that ever present yearning for blood. It was never a hunger he could truly sedate, the vampire often taking enough to just take the edge off of that need.

Those desires so that so tugged at him only increased as Dorian twisted in his grasp, instead throwing his arms around Sebastian's neck only for the monarch to jump upon him with complete and utter faith. In this, Sebastian hardly failed his lover, so effortlessly catching him as he held him all too closely against his figure. He could feel Dorian's body arch backwards ever so slightly at the softest of his touch, the man altogether pleased that his own touch was capable of producing a reaction in the same fashion that the slightest sensation from Dorian so managed to unravel him. He could feel Dorian's fingers entangling within his hair and indeed the man's head tilted backwards ever so slightly. A soft simper so crossed Sebastian's features as his lips brushed so sweetly against that of his newfound boyfriend's. He could hardly contain that want Dorian coaxed to life within him, even though he had been wholly pleased but hours ago. Still, Sebastian found he did not yet have enough of Dorian. He needed him like the very breath he had once required for life.

His lips pressed so feverishly against his lover's, the vampire's knees slowly bending as he found a more appropriately comfortable position within the soft caress of those well manicured lawns. He allowed his weight to slowly fall against his lover's form, pinning him beneath him as he stole those kisses from the King's lips. It would have been so easy to take him again, here and now. He certainly had the want to do so and yet, he knew well of Dorian's thoughts on such a public copulation. Although he was certain the privacy of his own grounds hardly counted, he was, perhaps, willing to offer an alternatives that so afflicted the vampire. This newfound title of boyfriend Consort only further stroked those fires within Sebastian, coaxing him to simply want every opportunity to physically love upon the man. Still, he knew well there were far more secrets held within even this modern estate that his lover might so delight within and it was that knowledge that so saw the vampire pull away from his lover with some poor measure of constraint. After all, had he not just taken Dorian nearly an hour ago? He had to at least provide the King some moment of rest before the vampire so took from him again.

A smooth chuckle so left the vampire's lips as he played, unintentionally so, to that everlasting inquisitiveness that so beset his companion, his eyes rolling ever so slightly in an entirely playful fashion. "However could I forget. It is not something amazing in any way but...I think perhaps they might remind you of home." It was a silly notion really, that Dorian might so miss his homeland and find some sort of comfort within those few intricacies that might produce such nostalgia. Still, after nearly six hundred years, he had to long for that which was familiar in this uncharted territory, didn't he? Slowly, Sebastian shifted off of his lover, the vampire reaching down to offer the monarch his own hand as he helped him to his feet. He watched in silence as Dorian so moved to brush the grass from his jeans, Sebastian himself hardly perturbed with such blades in the slightest. After all, it was unlikely they were going to be venturing beyond the walls of his home any time tonight at least. His eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly at that nearly mischievous look upon the fae king's features, his head tilting ever so slightly to the side as he waited for that thought that so afflicted the King.

Sebastian hardly anticipated the words that fell from Dorian's lips, the realization of why he so lacked undergarments certainly brought laughter to the vampire's lips. "Yes, it is." He states simply, turning towards his lover only to so let his fingers toy with the hem on the man's jeans. "It is far less....restrictive." He muttered softly, leaning forward to gingerly press a kiss upon Dorian's lips, his hand slipping under that waistline to so briefly brush his fingertips against Dorian's more intimate areas in but the slightest show of the benefits that such lack of undergarments held. He stepped with his lover, withdrawing his hand in the process as a certainly mischievous glimpse upon his own features before gesturing his way deeper into the gardens. Slowly, those manicured hedges thinned out into a fenced in field of sorts, connected to brick building. Sebastian glanced backwards at his lover, his hand reaching out for Dorian's as he drew the man closer towards him. He pushed open a large wooden door, pausing to flicker on the lights within, lightly up small, but no doubt luxurious stables. Sebastian glanced sideways at his lover, a small simper so crossing his features. "I have recently acquired something that made me think of you." He uttered softly, all too aware of those snorts of the equestrians that so inquisitively poked their heads from their stalls.

Sebastian Ellington