Those delicate caresses had a fashion of so chasing the remnants of that clinging sleep from the still Englishman's frigid form, those soft touches so teasing and tickling at those muted senses to send a shudder down his spine. Those simple two words were drawn so listlessly from his parted lips, the vampire's gaze fluttering open ever so slightly to observe that pointed look he was so provided from his lover. He could hardly deny that simper that so danced across his features before his legs so entangled within Dorian's own, using his own superior strength to roll them over in such a fashion to entirely see Dorian forced back upon those warm silken sheets that so cozily embraced their frames. For all the hours that the sun so illiberally stole from him, Sebastian still found himself reluctant to leave the comfort of his own plush mattress. Nevertheless, his own head so settled against Dorian's frame, content to simply subject the fae beneath him with his affections, as subtle and tender as they were. He relished in those sounds he could so coax from the lips of his companion at even just the simplest of gestures, the vampire wholly intoxicated with Dorian in a fashion that no other could so draw from him.

Sebastian remained wholly oblivious to those somber memories that so too seemed to tug upon his lover's thoughts within those precarious moments, the vampire entirely content to bestow the man with his own tender devotion, his tongue so caressing the fae's flesh in a fashion that was perhaps as mischievous as he might so be capable of mustering with sleep still clinging to him. That smile once again graced his features at the warm laughter that so left Dorian's lips, the sound much akin to music within his ears. Oh how he enjoyed that he might be able to so grace that rigid king with such joy. That sudden nip upon the tip of his ear drew his gaze upwards in a quizzical fashion, his indigo eyes so falling upon the man that looked down upon him with such mock display of innocence that Sebastian knew well was entirely falsified, the man's shrug so shifted his own comfortable position and yet, Sebastian hardly complained, merely shifting with his weight to find yet another to occupy himself with. Still, a derisive snort left his nose at the suggestion that the man beneath him had done nothing at all. "I find that highly doubtful." He muttered in return, a pointed look so crossing his features and yet, for all their chaste play, he found himself inquiring entirely on Dorian's desires for those precious hours that so laid before them.

His obsidian gaze remained steadfast upon the man, a softened look surely mirroring within the dark blue of his irises as he so observed the fashion in which Dorian seemed content to consider this very notion. Of course, the vampire hardly required the pair actually do anything at all, the man entirely within that state of initial infatuation that merely existing at the side of his lover was all that was he required to find a state of contentment. Still, he knew well Dorian was a man of many such inquisitive thoughts and indeed the vampire was wholly content to explore those idle wonderings and curiosities that so crossed his mind. Sacrosanct itself was expansive enough to wholly occupy them for several weeks of nightly meandering, of that he had little doubt and when it failed to inspire them, the world was but their oyster and Sebastian was willing to explore every such nook if it brought some measure of satisfaction to the Italian King. His idle and entirely smitten thoughts were entirely interrupted as Dorian's lips parted to so inform him of his intent for their evening.

Sebastian could hardly deny the fashion that his eyebrows raised ever so slightly at the suggestion that Dorian might so be inclined to take him somewhere in the same fashion Sebastian himself had so strove to do but several nights prior. He supposed he should hardly find it as peculiar as he did, after all, he had acquiesced to Dorian's requests in the past to visit those inquisitive interest of him. However, he was rather certain this was perhaps a different sort of event altogether. No one, in the entirety of his life, had ever so attempted to take him on any sort of official date. Certainly he had made plans to meet at mutually agreed locations or had been surprised by meaningless gestures but a date? That was something else entirely. The vampire slowly pulled back from his altogether reclining position, lifting himself up ever so slightly for his indigo eyes to so befall his lover with a clear note of inquisitiveness. The fashion in which Dorian continued to admit that not only had his own staff been inclined to help but that this idea too required formal wear certainly caught the vampire entirely off guard.

For a moment, the Englishman simply watched his companion, his eyebrows furrowed in thought before he commented softly, "You have been busy." Slowly, the vampire rolled off of his lover, settling beside him as his darkened gaze briefly turned towards the ceiling, a soft sigh leaving his lips as he groaned in mock protest. "And I was so hoping to just stay in bed fucking you." He uttered, well aware of the crudeness in the depths of those accented lyrics. In truth, the vampire was hardly displeased in any sort of fashion, instead entirely inquisitive of what his evening with Dorian might hold that so required formal wear. His gaze briefly shifted back towards his lover, his tone once again softening to provide the man with whatever reassurance might be necessary for his indeed willingness for what their evening might hold. His fingertips reached out to gingerly brush against the fae's jawline, the vampire leaned over, his lips following such a genteel touch in a delicate kiss. "I'd be happy to go anywhere with you, Dorian, you should know that. Come, we have an hour to find something suitable to wear then." That simper once again crossed his features as he so reluctantly found himself sitting up, leaving that warm embrace of the sheets and the man he so adored.