The Sun Also Rises

If there was perhaps a single perk to his overly long existence, one interrupted by very little other than the blend and blur of one day into the next, it was surely the sheer amount of time he had been able to focus in so mastering that ever-changing and evolving art of seduction. No two beings after all, were quite the same, tempting a man was entirely different too tempting a woman and indeed each individual so held a myriad of likes or wants or needs that Dorian so often strove to address in a plethora of ways. If nearly six hundred years of practice had afforded him anything it was surely several centuries worth of ways to so entice Sebastian. Ways that would surely keep the pair so entertained for the next six hundred years if need be. The way in which his tongue so graces the cool flesh of his lovers neck a note stolen from Sebastian's own proverbial playbook and yet one Dorian is assured he might make entirely his own with but a moment or two in which to perfect it. The Fae content to afford his lover no more than a taste in that moment.

Ah, but how he relished the way the man so lent into his embrace and too- how easily he allowed Dorian to so access that tender flesh of his neck and subject it to that teasing and momentary caress. Sebastian's head rests against his shoulder but a moment later, Dorians teeth so pressing upon that skin as the vampire had done to himself so many times over and yet Dorian relished such a thing no less- that soft hitch to lovers breathing seeing a smile of sorts spread across his lips and against that flesh. Hmm, perhaps such actions might be further explored next time if even this small taste might so stir a reaction in the man. Dorian nothing if not entirely observant as to just what Sebastian liked and how he liked it. The man assured there remained still a plethora of hidden desires to so discover. The almost childish pout that had taken up position upon Sebastian's features however earns the man little more than a chuckle of amusement as Dorian makes his way to that expansive wardrobe, fishing his outfit from within it as Sebastian calls after him. That ever-present simper so dancing within place.

"That is the point, Mon Cher."

His words echo readily backward from within that wardrobe, Sebastian appearing but a moment later, Dorian moving with efficient ease about his Consort and within the walk-in robe to so ready himself- making use of one of the mirrors in an effort to straighten his collar before hunting for his shoes in a near flawless harmony with his companion. It is only after several moments spent within the mirror and indeed a myriad of minor adjustments that Dorian at last deems himself presentable enough for this evening. Such attire however, remains distinctly new to him, the vaguest note of hesitation so lingering within his voice as he seeks to draw Sebastian's attention to himself in search of the assurance that he had dressed himself correctly. Such an outfit desperately far removed from the formal attire of the 15th century. Those silver eyes rest lightly upon his companion all the same, watching as the vampire moved forward, reaching to smooth those last few stray wrinkles from his collar before uttering those words of assurance.

"I think, perhaps, if it is women we seek, our efforts might be better combined. We might have all of them yet between us both."

There was no denying in any sense that dressed as he was, his consort so painted a picture of gorgeous perfection within that finely cut suite. Dorian unable to prevent that hand that lifted upward to allow his fingers to trail almost curiously across along the mans shoulder and partway down his arm in evident appreciation of just such attire and how truly splendid his companion looked when so adorned in such finery. There was, the Fae is sure, something truly pleasing about these suites. The sudden appearance of Charlie outside the door sees Dorian step from his companion at last, moving to lead the way from the wardrobe and out into the bedroom once more, Dorian heading now into the hall and down the stairs- the man momentarily amused at the sound of those black shoes upon the stairs. Ah, but how different this all was! He pauses only at the front door with Sebastian beside him once more, the female servant readily opening the door in his wake, Dorian so offering her a pleasant grin- the woman wishing them both a pleasant evening before Dorian so crossed that front lawn to place himself within the backseat of the town car. The man failing to hesitate this time. Assured in the relative safety of Sebastian's car alone and too- trusting the manservant knew entirely how to reach such a destination. It is only then, nestled within the backseat of that car that Dorian so seems to focus upon Sebastian's attire once more.

"That is what it is for? All this time- I thought it was a belt."

He gestures lightly then to the tie fixed neatly around his lovers neck, genuine bemusement so adorning his features at this discovery, a soft chortle rising within his throat at his own lack of knowledge- Dorian himself having forgone any sort of neck garment for this evening, the man entirely content to wear even this shirt as he so often wore any of his buttoned garments- with the first two buttons undone- allowing just that little hint of his chest to so remain visible and too a glimpse of that fine chain he wore. It is not a terribly long ride and yet truly Dorian found himself wondering whether or not Sebastian had ever been to such a location. Charlie having so informed him that he himself had never taken Sebastian here and yet the vampire had existed within this city longer than his servants- of its existence he surely knew. Even so, such a place was open but a few nights a year and for only the most important of occasions. That Sebastian had not already mentioned such an event so assuring the Fae King that the vampire was surely unaware it was occurring this very evening. Dorian almost thankful Sebastian was perhaps not an avid reader of this so called newspaper that seemed prone to all manner of announcements. Dorian so lifts one hand, gingerly allowing it to rest atop Sebastian's own within the darkness of the car.

"I do hope you enjoy this evening, Bastien. I am learning still of your likes though I am assured that this is one of them. You mentioned it once- after all."

He allows that soft simper to touch his lips once more- the car outside the city centre now, the drive lasting for several more moments before pulling to a stop outside an old and yet no less grand building, one surrounded by all measure of manicured gardens. A number of equally well-dressed individuals making their way through those gardens and towards the building entrance. Dorian sees no need to so afford the vampire any further knowledge of just what they have come to, moving to slide effortlessly from the car now- Dorian seeming to contemplate for but a moment before reaching to take his lovers hand in his own. Hardly caring, tonight, as to the numerous witnesses to such a thing- moving to lead the man easily into those gardens and towards the building entrance. It is only upon reaching that white building with its towering rooves and crafted pillars that their purpose here tonight would surely be made clear to the vampire. That delicately crafted announcement so posted neatly at the door of the Concert Hall proclaiming this very night to feature The London Symphony Orchestra performing the works of Chopin, including both his concertos. Sebastian's love of this one of the few things the vampire had ever mentioned and as such, Dorian had simply strived to find it for him even despite his own terribly limited knowledge upon it. His silver gaze lifting to Sebastian's own- so hoping the vampire might find some delight in this.

"I thought, perhaps for tonight, we might share this music you love."

Dorian Aragona