How he so intended to survive this perfectly torturous onslaught he hardly knew, Dorian holding nowhere near his lovers endurance for such games as this as the vampire worked his way back up the inside of Dorian's thigh. Surely, had it not been so many days since he had last found himself in his lovers embrace his endurance might not be so lacking at this! Certain parts of his form entirely content to display just how much he desired the man in those teasing moments. Even these new white pants feeling all the tighter before Sebastian progressed mercifully further upward. The gentle kiss upon his stomach sees a chuckle of sorts pass his lips, the sensation almost ticklish in a sense, that whispered response hardly missed as those all-too skilful lips continued to work their way upward before those last few articles of clothing were fixed into place. Dorian left to momentarily stare towards his new outfit in some measure of both amusement and confusion. He has never before so sought to dress-up in any sense as this. The idea a novel thing that held no purpose to his mind save for perhaps this momentary amusement and yet the Fae King was entirely willing to indulge his lover in this, if only for all the times Sebastian had so indulged his own whims. This perhaps the first in which the vampire was determined to have Dorian do as he desired for but an evening. One hand extends upward to run along one long ear before Dorian angles himself within that full length mirror to examine himself from yet another angle, a simper pressing upon his lips but a moment later in clear pleasure at the sight with which he was afforded. That skin-tight costume so highlighting each toned muscle and slim, flat line of his form in a manner wholly flattering. How unfortunate such an outfit might not be acceptable daily wear. Sebastian confirming his assumption, that he was, indeed, a dog. The use of that pet name in that moment and indeed the very nature of his costume so suddenly seeming to amuse the Fae King.

"Zero? This is a most obscure name for a dog."

The idea that such a character was but a representation of one from a movie is surely lost upon the man entirely all the same, Dorian completing that examination of himself but a moment later before so returning to his lovers side. It is easy then to raise that hooded hat just so to allow his lips to find the man's own in that gentle, stolen kiss of simple affection. The arms that wrap about him are an entirely welcome gesture, Dorian so relishing each and every touch he might be afforded- though the sudden touch and playful squeeze upon his behind is an unexpected gesture. The Fae King jolting slightly forward in surprise, a soft chortle so parting his lips.

"Trama." (woof)

That single accented Italian word is offered within a wholly teasing, whispered tone against the cool pallor of Sebastian's skin. Dorian stepping away from his consort now as Sebastian sought to explain the nature of those costumes they might see tonight, the vampire so attempting to reassure him that they outfits they wore were but tame! This, Dorian is assured, the most outrageous thing he had ever worn and yet it was Elizabeth perhaps, whom had worn an outfit the Monarch seemed to deem the height of scandal. How it had shocked him, and still did, to see that normally proper woman so adorned in an outfit so sinfully revealing that he had been forced to attempt to find but anywhere else to place his gaze. The notion that costumes might be more scandalous then even that hardly having occurred to him before his consort took his hand once more to lead him from the room and out onto the front lawn with the promise of finding further sweets.

"I should like that very much. I find I am fond of this candy."

How and where they would attain these treats Dorian hardly paused consider, trusting entirely in Sebastian to so keep that promise as they made their way but two steps down the vampires own walkway. Dorian halting abruptly at the sight of a group of giggling young women hurrying towards them. For several moments at least the Fae King is merely content to stare in some combination of horror and confusion. Not a single girl within that small group so adorned in anything even remotely appropriate, their bare legs entirely visible well past the knee, so much so that even Dorian is given to feel a flush of sorts touch his cheeks at this outrageous endeavour. It is merely seconds later that the group so pauses before them in an excitable gaggle, each of them proceeding to hold out a bag of sorts before- Dorian so attempting to look away before they spoke in unison once more. Trick or Treat? What sort of a question was that? Dorian's gaze turned with utter confusion to Sebastian once more.

"Ils semblent vouloir quelque chose, ils supplient pour l'argent? Bon Dieu, je peux voir leurs genoux, leurs pères devraient tous avoir honte!"
(They appear to want something, are they begging for money? Good lord I can see their knees, their fathers should all be ashamed!)

His words are meant entirely for Sebastian alone and yet no sooner are they free from his lips then several of the girls proceed to squeal in excitement, one of them declaring his accent to be adorable as they only seemed to become entirely more enthusiastic. He had never, in all his time, seen women behave like this. They were all but insatiable! Each of them dressed in a fashion Dorian is assured was better suited to a whorehouse then Sebastian's front garden, the harmlessness of the women yet to make itself apparent to him through that haze of shock that had settled upon him. Can I touch your nose? The sudden request from one young blonde amongst the group had barely registered within his thoughts before her hand extended towards that coloured pumpkin nose atop his costume, the girl proceeding to lean forward in a decidedly salacious manner as she did- affording the Fae King a considerable view of her notably exposed bosom, Dorian so hurriedly attempting to avert his gaze though this seems only to amuse them all the more. A second one of her companions busily inviting Sebastian and himself to the 'College Campus' with the promise of a 'great time'. It is Charles perhaps, whom rescues this endeavour, the man appearing from the door in that moment to hand out a multitude of candies to the gaggle of young women. Dorian shifting closer to Sebastian once more in observation of this exchange. His voice soft now.

"Why is Charles giving them candy? Is that what they wanted? Oh- they appear to be leaving now."

They were, Dorian is sure, the most excited women he had ever met, the girls waving excitedly as they hurried back down the path, one so pausing to allow herself to brush against Sebastian arm in a fashion that saw Dorian's own features frown. An emotion he is not entirely assured he had ever felt so suddenly seeming to flicker somewhere within him. It was no more than a spark, so small, so fleeting and yet decidedly potent in its embrace. How small such a gesture and yet how instantly he felt near protective of his lover all at once. How he disliked that girl and he had hardly reason to do so! The moment is wholly fleeting and all-but forgotten before that silver gaze lifted to his consorts own once more, a warm simper of amusement adorning his features within that darkness now.

"Do you know Bastien, it is almost as if they wanted us to look at them. I think perhaps though, we should carry on before others arrive to pillage your home of candy. Is this how we will get more sweets? By simply asking it of your neighbours? Or is it so I must convince them?"

Dorian takes several more steps down that path, so seeking to draw Sebastian with him. The Fae so purposely turning away from his lover if only to allow a teasing shake of that stylised tail he wore. Dorian so having come to understand at least one side of this holiday within those moments, allowing Sebastian but a taste of this new boldness he was so beginning to find within the public eye ever so slowly. That glorious grin so adorning his features.

"I could be very convincing."

Dorian Aragona