There was no denying that much of his relationship with the intoxicating Italian man took place between the comfort of his own silken sheets. And yet, for all the lust, for all those physical wants and needs, for all the pheromones that so ran rampant entirely naturally between the two, there was a certain level of refinement to their art of making love. Despite that rawness and that sometimes roughened touches that followed in the heat of such moments, their teasing and toys and tempting had nearly always remained as sophisticated as they had been brought up to be. Their words sweet and honied with veiled laces of promises, their touches genteel and tempting with that art to bring such needs without the direct humping that so classified the current century. No, they were fully men of their era and as of such, Sebastian knew well that such momentary lapse of their usual culturally acceptable routine was but entirely exasperating as he had intended it to be. And yet, he could hardly help the nearly mischievous simper that so crossed his features, his indigo gaze shifting to the pale silver color of his lover's. The vampire was entirely pleased to see Dorian as amused as he had so intended to strike within him, that admittance that the King too enjoyed such activities only further to stroke the vampire's already assured ego.

Nevertheless, the vampire strove to so reassure his lover that, despite his perhaps notable theatrics, he was entirely willing and, indeed, looking forward to, whatever adventure it was that Dorian had seen so fit to spend such precious time arranging. His fingertips so gingerly reached out to simply touch his companion, so enjoying those brushes of affection he was able to afford the man. The simple contact of skin on skin in even an action as chaste as this so managed to bring him such a peculiar sense of satisfaction. His lips pressed gingerly against Dorian's cheek before he reluctantly found himself sitting up from that decidedly comfortable position. Ah, how regrettable it was to so leave the comfort they had found! Still, Sebastian was contemplating the necessities of this next hour before him, his navy irises briefly glancing towards his walk-in closet with contemplation of such formal attire he knew well hung within it's depths. His attention, however, was distracted entirely by the sound of his name upon Dorian's lips, the vampire's gaze shifted back towards his lover as the fae so moved to join him.

He could feel Dorian's chest against his spine, Sebastian so entirely leaving into that embrace as Dorian draped his arms around his neck. An inquisitive glance so fluttered across the vampire's features as the fae King so softly uttered those aspects of their prior evening that he himself had so thoroughly enjoyed. He could feel Dorian's fingertips so intertwining within his dirty blond locks, the man giving into that silent request, his head turning ever so slightly to give the fae King access to that vulnerable, sensitive skin of his neck. His own lips parted ever so slightly at the brush of that heated air so tickling at the man's cold, dead flesh. How teasing that simple sensation so managed to be! Though even it was nothing in comparison to that brush of saliva as Dorian's tongue so salaciously slid against his own skin before the dullness of his ivories so found Sebastian's neck. Gingerly, he leaned his head back against Dorian's shoulder, that hitch of his breath subtle, and yet he was well aware that Dorian would notice it all the same.

He was all too remorseful as Dorian so pulled away from Sebastian's flesh, those softly uttered lyrics only serving to create a nearly instant reaction at the thought of exactly the image the regal fae had so created within his mind. Oh, how he longed for the touch of the man's entirely proficient tongue upon his flesh and yet - as effortlessly as those desires were created, Sebastian found himself abruptly alone. There was a soft huff that left the vampire's mouth, a nearly childish pout so crossing his lips as Dorian so crossed the room towards his wardrobe. "You know I will be thinking about this all night now." He called after his lover, another soft sigh leaving his lips and yet, for all that want and desire, Sebastian had no intention of ruining this evening Dorian had put such thought into. They were on a time limit - were they not? A regrettable moan so left his lips before Sebastian pulled himself from the bed, trailing after his lover and into the closet where that wide variety of clothing so meticulously pressed hung. His fingertips lightly danced over the sleeves and shirts before choosing one he himself found suitable.

It was only after the vampire's so graciously buttoned the final button of his shirt that Dorian's voice so reached out to him, his indigo hued eyes drifting towards his lover, aware innately of that perhaps hesitance that so subtly seemed to radiate from the man. A small simper crossed his features as he merely stood there for a moment, taking in that surely magnificent sight. And to think that dashing King was entirely his own to have. The vampire slowly stepped towards his companion, reaching out to so expertly fold the collar of that shirt, smoothing out the wrinkles. "I think, tonight, you could have every woman on her knees if you so desired it, Dorian." He uttered softly, any following show of affection entirely interrupted by the soft knock on his bedroom door and Charlie's voice so calling from the other side. Sebastian stepped away as Dorian so strove to assure the man they were coming, the vampire snatching from that hanger the coat that so belonged with his suit, sliding it on, the jacket itself but another of his continual efforts to so seek that warmth his body so lacked. Still, he gestured ever so slightly towards the door, fully allowing Dorian to lead the way downstairs and towards that vehicle that so dutifully awaited them.