In those utterly delightful moments of frenzied lust, the vampire's own fingers dug into that mahogany wood, utilizing the desk to so support him as those ragged breaths so left his lips at each roll of Dorian's hips further into his figure. It took him a moment, to so find that rhythm his lover had set and soon, his body was so effortlessly moving with the man to only further intensify those groans of satisfaction that so left his lips. There was no denying that, tonight, their coupling was entirely void of those sweeter, more gentler caresses they so often engaged within, instead filled only with that need that so ravaged not only Sebastian himself but one he'd quite literally forced upon his lover in return. Those moments were rash, raw, instinctive and god how he relished in it all the same. He was well aware, in those moments, of Dorian's own breath quickly becoming unhinged, just as he too was aware of the monarch's voice echoing his own pleasure and his hands so digging into his hip. That moment, however, was entirely fleeting before Dorian's hand suddenly moved to slide up his chest, further spreading that paint as he repositioned the vampire ever so slightly to instead stand with his own body flush against his lover's.

He allowed the touch of his companion's hand to so guide his head to the side ever so slightly, his own hand rising to simply brush his fingers against Dorian's neck, simply for the desire to to feel the man beneath his fingertips. His other hand moved to rest upon Dorian's own as the King pulled his hips backwards and further into him, that steady roll of Dorian's hips never once faltering as Sebastian so repositioned to meet the monarch's desires. That soft, hot breath upon the vampire's neck so caused a shudder to run through his physique, that warmth so toying at the iciness to his dead corpse. Whatever control he might have held was all but nearly gone in those undeniable, unyielding moments, the vampire so entirely caught within Dorian's unnoticeable spell. He hardly bothered to even consider how utterly possessive he became within Dorian's presence, that simple desire to have the man as his own seemed to somehow override any sense of logic the man so might have held. Every brush of flesh, every stroke of Dorian's tongue, and every press of the man's body only further seemed to bring him closer towards that edge, those groans becoming entirely more audible with each passing moment.

In those delicate moments, he hardly made any such effort to move away from his lover, instead only pressing further against him, as if that contact alone was still not enough for him. That imprint of Dorian's teeth into his flesh so caused a gasp to leave his lips, that sensation alone truly unanticipated. It was not often that any dared to so bite the vampire himself and yet, he could hardly deny that it entirely managed to arouse him so completely. He couldn't help that groan that left his lips, that sound surely just one in an array of sounds Dorian was so able to coax from the vampire so effortlessly. Those wants and desires within the man so utterly eclipsed every such sensation, somehow intensifying even the most miniscule gestures of affections if not for the craving's he so held to have Dorian hands upon every inch of his figure. It was those lingering desires that so caused that whispered lyrics to leave his lips, even despite the breathless fashion in which he had done so. He could feel that press of Dorian's lips against his ear before those words he'd so desperately yearned to hear tumbled from his lovers lips. Those words so echoing within his mind - only him.

The vampire moved all the same with that increased tempo his lover so set, those teeth once again sinking into his own flesh as Sebastian so struggled to keep himself from reaching that apex of sensation before Dorian himself so did. Thankfully, such hesitation hardly took long before he felt Dorian's own breath groaning into what little unpainted flesh there was left upon his form, the Englishman entirely aware by feelings alone as Dorian so reached that point. It was hardly difficult to let himself tumble down that other side, finally finding that satisfaction he'd so desperately desired in the firm embrace of his lover, his voice notably strained with breathless groans of pleasure as he leaned his head back further into Dorian's shoulder in those moments of utter bliss. In those precious moments after, a softened moan so left his lips as Dorian so gingerly pulled himself from Sebastian's body, the vampire nearly remiss those feelings of intense closeness he had been afforded in those moments before. His body wholly remained as it was, leaning into Dorian's embrace and yet, somehow, still upholding the fae King's weight. Somehow, however, despite all that closeness, despite feeling Dorian against his figure in those moments, it still somehow wasn't enough for him.

A small simper so crossed his features as the fae King spoke, the vampire nodding in agreement as he felt that soft press of Dorian's lips against his neck. He was hardly perturbed about the aftermath of their coupling - the paint that literally the floors and his own desk, not to mention their bodies, or the stinging sensation within his neck from Dorian's teeth, much less the way in which his body so informed him he would entirely feel this tomorrow. His own affinity slowly shrank from the fae King, no longer enveloping his lover with those lusts and needs he had so coaxed within him if only for his own overwhelming desires. There was no denying that sweat that too covered his own form, mixing with that oil paint in a peculiar fashion and yet, Sebastian hardly cared in the least for the state of his flesh. Instead, his attention was wholly devoted to the man behind him, the very man whom so embraced him in a way he never wanted to end - certainly not tonight. A soft chuckle so left his lips as Dorian inquired as to whether or not he felt so sufficiently 'dated'. "Yes." The still held some hint of breathlessness before the vampire added a moment after, "It was the best date I have been on in a long while, thank you." His head turned closer towards the fae, allowing his lips to so gingerly brush against the King's cheek in an entirely affectionate fashion.

That moment of blissfulness, however, inevitably had to come to an end of some sort, of that the vampire was entirely aware and now that Dorian's body was not there to further distract him, the paint was a point of mild discomfort. A soft breath left his lips before he nodded, "Dorian?" He inquired, a slight pause upon his lips before the man requested in a fashion he'd surely never done so before. "Promise me you'll stay tonight?" Why he so felt a need for this, he could not say but the thought of Dorian so leaving him, even if just for a evening or two, for some reason caused his heart to simply ache. The vampire could begin to consider the paint upon his form nor the bath he should be enjoying until he was certain of this singular matter - that Dorian would stay.