It was with an entirely insatiable urge that Dorian so found himself within his lovers embrace once more, the Fae King all-too eager to simply coax from the man those actions that might satisfy his own wants in that moment. Dorian hardly ashamed in any sense of the ardent manner in which his lips found his companions own. The delight and exhilaration he had found within the Tango so seeming to have stirred within him a desire for more. Sebastian, perhaps, an all-too willing partner in this as Dorian so finds himself pressed against the neatly styled grass with the vampire hovering above him and those eagerly stolen kisses upon his lips. He had been entirely satisfied only some hours ago within the early evening and yet it would seem his very being was entirely content to respond to Sebastian all over again- the simple closeness of the man in those moments a gloriously intoxicating thing. How surely he would have laughed at himself several months ago, at even the very idea, that he would enjoy the same person several times over and- more then that, that he would come to utterly crave that single being at every opportunity he might be allowed. It was almost akin to being a boy of sixteen once more! His mind so full of wants and yet holding none of that inexperience of youth that might so stop him pursuing such things so actively. Ah, but how he enjoyed that feeling of want all the same, one made all the more better by that exquisite emotion of love that so tainted every thought and emotion that afflicted him. His want for Sebastian in that moment was hardly purely lustful, he simply adored that touch and closeness and all such things that came with it. Dorian, in that moment, almost having forgotten that they were indeed outside and within some sort of public view although he is assured that within such a late hour and so nestled amongst those hedges and roses bushes that such a place hardly counted as public.

He is quite willing then to take every kiss the vampire might afford him, allowing his hands to drop from those tousled locks, running over Sebastian's shoulders and those firm, toned plains of his chest. Dorian wholly assured he could paint the man from memory alone with the way in which he was so beginning to learn every curve and line of his lovers frame, stealing but a final kiss from the man before Sebastian leaned ever so slightly away. The notion of something unexplored, of yet another thing to be shown is perhaps one of those few things so capable of sizing Dorian's attention from that path it had been so content to travel down but a moment before. His desire to know a wholly defining trait of his character, the man so desiring to see whatever it might be that Sebastian so anticipated he would like. His lover, after all, had never yet failed to so intrigue his mind with any of the things he had shown him. The Fae King content to so explore whatever further secrets existed within these ever-expansive gardens if only for the knowledge he might so coax the vampire back to his bed later in the evening.

"They?"

This choice of words is hardly missed by the ever-observant Monarch as one had reaches for Sebastian's own, allowing the man to help him to his feet before attempting to brush that grass from his jeans, the silver of his gaze entirely curious once more at just what the vampire so intended to show him that might produce those feelings of home. It was entirely puzzling to the man that he was often given to miss his homeland. After all, there was a very great comfort in the familiar and the known and yet for so much of his life it had been a veritable prison that he desired nothing more then to be away from. Those emotions that so afflicted him whenever he thought of home often decidedly unclear in their meaning and yet- home was perhaps beginning to hold an entirely different meaning for the man, his gaze so lingering upon his companion at such thoughts. It is only as he moves to stand beside Sebastian once more that a look of momentary surprise so seemed to afflict his features at a realisation of a different sort. The Monarch so entirely bold enough in that moment to so divulge this newest of discoveries- much to Sebastian's apparent amusement. His agreement with the man as to this new lack of restriction is reduced to little more then a murmur at that kiss that is so gingerly afforded to him, Sebastian's fingers teasing at the hem of his jeans before they rather suddenly dip beneath to brush across those all-too sensitive parts of himself. Dorian jolting in surprise at this unexpected touch before his gaze softly rolls in a playful fashion.

"They were, as you say, less restrictive. Now I fear they are not."

Even that touch, so brief as it was, having resulted in a newfound discomfort of sorts within the confines of his jeans, a chuckle of amusement upon his lips all the same as he moves to follow his companion now. The thick shrubbery and manicured grass so begins to give way to smaller hedges, lanes, a fenced field and neat brick building. He moves easily to take the offered hand, allowing his lover to draw him closer as Sebastian moved to press open those wooden doors, light flooding the stable a moment later as Dorian's gaze took several seconds to adjust. The sight with which he is met however brings a ready grin to his lips. Horses, after all, were something he knew well- a decidedly familiar reminder of home in the most pleasing sense.

"Ah, magnifique!"

The exclamation parts his lips readily, Dorian holding no reservation in this, the man stepping eagerly towards the first of those three horses, one hand extending readily to stroke that soft muzzle of the dappled grey animal. Horses, after all, had dictated a truly grand part of his own life for so many years, the animals, once, having been the centre of many conversations, hunting parties, trades or gifts of good will. The Fae King himself having learned to ride in his earliest days, his own stables once overflowing with the creatures he adored so readily- his words coming freely now.

"I had once the most glorious of palfreys like these, he had a coat of gold and a mane white like sea foam. I had him for many years in my youth. Samantha, she told me none kept horses anymore, it pleases me greatly that you do, they are the most wonderful of animals. Perhaps I shall ride with you one day- I shall beat you of course, but you might still try."

That teasing simper so tugs at his features once, a soft chortle humming within his chest before he moves then towards the horse Sebastian seemed to desire to show him, his hand extending now to the ebony creature- allowing it to run along the animals neck, fingers so tangling within its mane as he did. He shifts slightly so, lips pressed lightly to Sebastian's cheek a moment in such simple affection for the delight he found in this before his attention returned in full to the horse before him. Ah, but how he had missed this!

"Do you hunt then, Bastien? Is this why you keep them? This one, I think, is finer then his companions. Have you named them?"

Dorian Aragona