The vampire's body so innately reacted to those tender brushes of Dorian's tongue upon the cold pallor of his skin. It hardly took much coaxing to so coax that need to the surface, especially when he had been denied his lover for days. He was certain that Dorian could feel the restriction of his pants beneath the King's weight as the fae so squirmed against his body thanks to the simple brush of his hands. He was all too aware of that sound of want that reverberated within Dorian's throat, so further prompting the vampire's desire to coax those other noises he was well aware that could so fall from the man's lips. He adored those notes of pleasure the Italian man could offer him, much less the sound of his own name in the heat of their ardent moments within his bed. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, the King pulled away but seconds later, that distance somehow reduced that overwhelming craving that so threatened to see the pair fail altogether to even venture outside the doors of his own mansion. He watched the man so recline against his chest and yet, as much as Sebastian had perhaps wanted to revel in the festivities of this evening, he was entirely comfortable with the man's positioned exactly as he was.

It was Dorian's inquiry as to the costume Sebastian so had that caused the Englishman to nod in confirmation. "I think it will fit you." He responded softly in thought, his indigo eyes momentarily traveling down the man's body as if trying to judge whether or not it would do. "You will have to wait and see." Sebastian added, a simper so dancing across his features. He had little doubt the entire affair would be lost completely upon the man and yet, he was willing to admit that perhaps tonight was for his own selfish desires than that of his companion's. Still, he was determined, in some regard, to ensure Dorian enjoyed this holiday, even if it was utterly foreign to him. Still, it was that rolling of sweets on Dorian's tongue and within his cheeks that caught his attention, causing the vampire to lean forward ever so slightly to press his lips upon his lover's once again. His hand reached up to entangle in Dorian's locks, providing the man that very kiss that he too knew was all too stimulating. That softened sound such a kiss managed to produce was entirely distracting and yet, despite such a thing, the vampire remained entirely on task, pilfering that sweet from the King's lips only to lean back in an entirely satisfied fashion.

He hardly doubted that the ever observant fae would miss that there was one shy sweet within his mouth now and indeed it seemed as if Dorian had picked up on this very fact near immediately. A grin crossed his own features at that compliment that so fell from his lover's lips. "I know a game that is...similar to that. Perhaps one day I will show you." He answered, entirely more pleased with his left then he certainly should be. Despite that satisfaction, he found himself encouraging all the same that their evening was not entirely spent upon the sofa within his living room, even if he could hardly deny his comfort in this simple closeness and touch that was afforded to him. A softened look of affection crossed his features as Dorian laid his head upon the vampire's chest, he could hardly deny the way he leaned down ever so slightly, his lips brushing against the King's forehead ever so softly. "Tonight, I promise." He uttered softly, even if such words were entirely unnecessary. He was assured that Dorian was well aware of his own wants by this point, this evening's festivities were hardly enough to forget the pleasure he could find at Dorian's hands.

It was with some measure of regret that Sebastian watched as his lover slowly rose from his place against the vampire and yet, Sebastian hardly voiced such an emotion if only for the knowledge that he knew well it would result on the pair staying exactly where they were. Rather, he placed his hand within Dorian's own, rising to his own feet as that cape fell around his figure. "After we get you dressed, there's this place not far from here that claims to be one of the best festivals in town, I thought it worth investigating." He was, perhaps, leaving his answer perfectly vague if only because he knew well Dorian's unquenchable thirst for knowledge. He enjoyed leaving his companion simply wondering in the fashion that the King had so left him so early within their budding relationship. Now, however, he hardly hesitated long before entangling his fingers in his lover's own if only to lead the man upstairs and towards his own bedroom and towards that large closet. He dropped his lover's hand, plucking a box from the top of the shelf. It took him a moment to shift through the contents before pulling from it's depths two stark white articles with a glimpse of red. A glance was given backwards towards the King before he nodded, clearly satisfied with this find.

The vampire tossed the clothing on the ottomon in the middle of the room, coaxing Dorian to stand in front of him. It was only once the King was exactly where he so desired that his hands reached out, gingerly pushing the leather jacket from his lover's broad shoulders. There was no denying the newest article of clothing was entirely fetching upon the man, even if Sebastian had not yet had the time to so appreciate the fashion in which it had so fit the King. His hands shifted towards the leather belt around the King's waist, undoing the buckle with a certain measure of deftness before pulling it from the loops. With that belt in hand, Sebastian delicately hung the piece of leather around Dorian's neck, pausing only to press his lips against those of his lover's in a kiss that was more teasing then satisfying by any real means. Instead, Sebastian's fingers had returned to Dorian's waist, undoing the button and too the zipper before easing them ever so slowly from the man's waist.

Sebastian himself slowly moved with those pants, instead carefully settling upon his knees in front of his lover, his lips tracing the trail behind the jeaned fabric as it fell from the man's waist to just below his knees. The vampire pulled away just enough to pause in his quest of removing Dorian's pants to untie the laces upon the man's shoes, pulling them from his feet before those jeans followed suit. He reached over towards the ottoman, grabbing the first article of white only to bunch up the fabric, presenting it to his lover to step into. It was entirely a rarity that Sebastian should so put forward an effort to help another dress - after all, such actions were usually entirely reserved for servants and yet, it was the simple fact of all the areas he was so able to grace with his affection that perhaps saw Sebastian venture from the norm of his own social standing. It was but for Dorian's benefit alone. It was only once the man had stepped into that white fabric that Sebastian's lips once again found the King's flesh, focusing this time on the inner thigh of his opposite leg as he moved upwards both with his mouth and too with that ivory fabric.

Eventually, that white material did indeed find it's way around the King's waist, the fabric far more restrictive than any usual pair of jeans, as such costumes often were, and yet there was little denying that it was entirely flattering to the man's figure. Sebastian was hardly finished there, however, before his fingers toyed at the hem of the man's shirt, he lifted it ever so slightly, his lips leaving that sweet trail from the king's waist upwards as each inch of flesh was revealed from the slow removal. The vampire slowly rose as he pulled that shirt over Dorian's head, his mouth immediately finding the fae's neck as he brushed his fangs across that tender vein he knew well existed just beneath the skin. Slowly, he pulled away from his lover only to reach over and pluck the second article of white from the quickly diminishing pile. It only took a moment to assist the King into shrugging into that jacket before, with delicate care, his fingers found the zipper of the front, tugging it upwards so that fuzzy interior so fell flat against Dorian's chest. The material itself too conformed entirely to the King's figure before Sebastian reached over to flick up that hood. The vampire could hardly deny that grin that so crossed his features as he picked up that final flash of red, reaching forward to fasten it around the man's neck before stepping backwards to admire his work. He paused only before pressing the orange nose fastened to the hood, the pumpkin globe lighting up instantly before, in an entirely pleased fashion, Sebastian declared, "You're ready to go to Halloween now."

Dorian's Costume

Sebastian Ellington