He was aware, to a certain extent, the clear concern that so laced his companion's features and too his delicately spoke lyrics, though the cause of such fretting was entirely obscured for the vampire. He could hardly deny the laughter that left his lips at Dorian's clear anxiety that this change of wardrobe to something more reminiscent of his own era might somehow be the newest fad he so embarked upon. Sebastian shook his head, instead doing his best to reassure the man that this was but a momentary lapse in his usual more modern attire. He was playing the part of that which he so naturally was, embracing his species with a vigor he often lacked entirely. Tonight, on Halloween, was perhaps the only evening he was willing to play that part. Regardless, the Englishman reached out to his lover, pulling the fae King on the sofa beside him. There was an unquenchable desire for the simple closeness of Dorian's physique against his. How he had longed for the man in those nights that had passed since that dinner, even if such desires were entirely selfish. He had wanted to just forget what had occurred between himself and Samantha, he'd wanted to be greedy and take every bit of Dorian's affection and attention, even if he'd done his best to suppress such urges of late.

His navy colored irises remained steadfast upon the King, intently observing that ever present confusion that so laced every facet of those entirely handsome features. He watched the way in which Dorian's forehead seemed to wrinkle ever so slightly, his eyebrows knitted and too how his lips seemed to press together in such thought. How he wanted to so kiss those sweet lips! His head shook ever so slightly to the side at the question that Dorian's mouth, the sound of the Italian's King's accented voice entirely pleasing to Sebastian's ears. "No, it is what society thinks we dress as. I highly doubt Dracula dressed anything like this, much less that he was the first of our kind either." A small shrug so crossed his shoulders though such talk of his species origins hardly interested him nearly as much as the fae King himself. Rather, Sebastian pulled the man closer towards his form, his voice decidedly soft as he uttered softly how much he had craved the man in his absence.

Those words uttered softly in return brought a warm simper to the vampire's features. It was perhaps no secret how much Sebastian himself so detested the loneliness within those hours just after his own waking, life was always slower to return to his form without Dorian at his side. In truth, he disliked that Dorian suffered the same discomfort that had so afflicted himself for centuries and yet, the notion that the King missed him every evening was somehow entirely pleasing. Even though their relationship had certainly become far more cemented then what it had once been, Sebastian still found himself adoring that simple admittance that even despite their distance, Dorian's thoughts had still lingered upon himself. It was that simple admittance that so saw the vampire lean forward, his lips ever so tenderly brushing against the King's own. It was but moment's later that Sebastian's tongue so pressed gently against Dorian's own, sliding past his lips to brush ever so teasingly against the monarch's tongue only to deposit that half eaten piece of candy within his mouth. He pulled away ever so slightly, his indigo gaze entirely inquisitive as he watched that surprise flutter across Dorian's features.

That simper once again blossomed across his features at the astonishment that left Dorian's lips. His head bobbed ever so slightly in agreement, watching as the King so tasted that delectable treat. A soft chuckle so left his lips as Dorian seemed wholly content to continue busying himself with that sweet taste of the rock candy. It was clear the man quite liked the sweetness, and in truth that entirely pleased Sebastian himself that his lover might find some pleasure within this holiday. Quietly, he uttered those words of 'Happy Halloween', to the Fae King. His head tilted ever so slightly to the side as Dorian admitted his own ignorance of Halloween and yet, any words that might have left the vampire's lips were cut off entirely by Dorian's hand upon his chest, so pushing him back against his sofa. Sebastian obliged willingly enough, his hands falling upon Dorian's his as the King hovered over him, his lips once again finding Dorian's own. He hardly anticipated, however, the fashion in which Dorian pulled away from him only to take his lip between his own to suck on that remnants of sugar that existed there. The action alone caused a soft sound to reverberate within his throat - one entirely of want for the man upon him.

There was no denying that his lover was able to effortlessly create those lustful desires within the vampire. After all, he so often enjoyed being entangled in the sheets with the man above him. Still - tonight was a rare night, it came only once a year and only within certain countries. It had been nearly a decade since Sebastian had last been in a position to enjoy Halloween. "God, how I want you." He muttered softly, leaning forward to press his lips against Dorian's own. That moment was fleeting before the vampire leaned back against the sofa, his hands slowly sliding down to rest on Dorian's thighs. "There are more..." He uttered, glancing towards the coffee table before reaching over to pluck a different heart shaped piece from the pile. He showed his lover the heart and the words etched on it before placing it at the edge of Dorian's lips, pushing it gingerly into his lover's mouth. "Mon Biche," Sebastian reached up, his knuckles gingerly brushing against Dorian's cheek in a display of notable affection. "Halloween is a festival that comes just once a year and only in this country. We should go celebrate it - you'll get more sweets....and other things."

Sebastian Ellington