A small and yet entirely enigmatic simper so toyed at the corner of the Victorian vampire's lips. His head bobbed ever so slightly in confirmation that the pronoun his all too attentive lover observed was indeed correct. "They." He responded simply as way of confirmation and yet the man hardly saw any such reason to expand exactly upon who 'they' were when Dorian would find the answer himself soon enough. Sebastian found he rather enjoyed keeping such particulars to himself if only to so tug at the everlasting inquisitiveness of the Fae. It made that reveal all the more exquisite, he was assured, then simply informing the man of where he intended to take them and what they would so find at the end of this excursion. Thankfully, any further investigation into this newest of ventures was wholly interrupted only by a far more mischievous realization upon the part of his lover, the man so unabashedly commenting on their state of noteable undress. Sebastian could hardly resist that urge to so touch his companion and indeed he didn't, his hand slipping under that waistline to brush against those more intimate areas he so enjoyed to lavish with his attention.

A soft chuckle so left the vampire's lips at the suggestion that he had so restricted the freedom Dorian had once felt at that absence of cotton separating the man between his flesh and the material of those jeans. That all too charming grin once again dancing across the man's features as his crystalline blue gaze slowly shifted downwards and towards that slightly noticeable crease within his lover's jeans. "Should they remain that way, ma biche, then I shall see to it your needs are met again." His voice was softer, holding within it that husky promise and yet, there was a high chance Sebastian would merely take Dorian all the same regardless of whether or not such wants or lusts persisted within his lover. He cherished those moments spent with naught a thing to distract the man but the vampire's own body. It was a thing Sebastian had no qualms in indulging within as often as it might be allowed to him. To feel Dorian's hands against his skin, to feel the heat that radiated from his body, to feel his hips so grinding against his own, the memories alone were enough to so toy with that fire within the vampire. How had Dorian so managed to make him, the once detached vagabond, to his knees!

For now, however, the vampire was willing to overlook such desires that so ran rampant throughout his veins if only for the simple surprise he so harbored deeper within those acreage he had purchased for himself. He reached out, gingerly interlacing his fingertips within Dorian's own in a way that had become entirely habitual. It so pleased him to simply touch his lover, it was a sensation he was remiss to let go of, despite the short distance they so covered. Slowly, those manicured hedges and topiaries began to become non-existent in favor of simple nothingness. The field they found themselves before was fenced with care, just so as with every part of his home. Nevertheless, Sebastian led his companion towards the dark, quiet brick building, pausing just outside to glance backwards at his companion. He pushed open those large wooden doors, that familiar scent of hay and the accompanying horses so filling his nostrils. He flickered on the lights overhead, revealing the small but entirely extravagant stables within. He paused across that threshold, simply watching his lover for those few moments it took for the fae's gaze to adjust to the room he was surrounded by, that exclamation so readily drawing a simper too to the vampire's lips.

He released his hold upon the monarch, letting him so step forward towards the first of the three that had so inquisitively peeked from the depths of her stalls. The dappled gray was all too happy for the attention she so received from the touch of Dorian's hand, her nose pressing against his fingertips all too eagerly. They were, Sebastian was so assured, a thing very much of their shared time, despite the centuries that had existed between them. Horses were still very much a part of his own world, or at least, they had been. His head tilted ever so inquisitively to the side as the vampire so listened to Dorian's recollection of his own favored steed, followed by the admittance that, in a way, he had not hoped to see of such animals again. It was a shame that they had indeed turned very rare to own and yet, it was nearly habitual for the man to need to purchase them. Although the existence of cars had taken away their needs, and though they too could go faster, the machinery hardly lacked the soul of such humble creatures. The truth of the matter was that Sebastian so thoroughly enjoyed to simply ride. He enjoyed the sensation of finding himself upon the back of a horse and letting it merely run. It was freeing in a sense.

Still, a warm chuckle so left his lips at the notion of a race between the pair the them, a warm simper so tugging at his own features. "I might give you a run for your money, Dorian." He responded, all too willing to rise to the occasion. He gestured further down the line of stalls towards his newest acquisition, pausing before the ebony steed as he waited for the Italian monarch. Silently, Sebastian watched as his lover's fingers so affectionately brushed against the stallion's coat, hardly anticipating the kiss that in turn so sweetly brushed against his own cheek. His attempts to so bring that nostalgia of home seemed to wholly succeed and, in turn, it so pleased the vampire to find his lover so ecstatic.

His head shook ever so slightly at the line of inquiry that so left his lover's lips, "No, it has been a very long time since I hunted. We used to though, my father and I. We still have deer parks in Belton and Tatton. Now, I keep them more to simply ride." A small shrug crossed his shoulders, the vampire content on having such equestrian purely for his own pleasure. It was, however, the declaration that this steed was somehow far grander than his companions that saw Sebastian scoff ever so softly. "I am sure Stella would take offense to that - wouldn't you Stella?" His voice became ever so slightly louder at the end of his sentence, the dappled grey responding all too loudly with a whinny of her own at the sound of her name falling from his lips. An all too pleased simper so danced upon his own lips, his crystalline gaze briefly fluttering to his companion as if to say, 'see?'. The moment, however, was fleeting before Sebastian gestured to the paint in the stall beside the ebony steed. "This is Genevieve." He stated simply before his attention came back to the refined stallion. "And this one, I think, is yours to name if he is to be yours."

Sebastian Ellington