There was a certain level of lethargy to the vampire's movements and yet, he was assured his immortality afforded him some level of sluggishness, even if such laziness had persisted over the past few days. Every moment he was given in his lover's presence was so greedily enjoyed every moment of those evenings they'd spent within the walls of his home, even though they were not particularly exciting days by any means. It had been so long since his soul had found peace, hell, since he'd found where he belonged. Dorian had become so particularly meaningful for the man in such a short amount of time, enough that he so regaled the King in his interests in those medical curiosities in which Elizabeth so actively pursued. In truth, he could hardly fully deny his own interests in the human body, even if his inquisitiveness had little to do with the illnesses that afflicted their mortal companions. Regardless, Sebastian leaned forward ever so slightly to glance over the paragraph that so held Dorian's interest. It was a curious thought really, that his body was so dehydrated from the liquid of life that it was a thirst that so overwhelmed him in those moments of need. He could hardly fault the logic really, though medical books often failed to apply to his own species all together. After all, there was little explanation for how his dead corpse was still animated enough for even a moment as calm as this, much less the other activities that they had enjoyed.

It was with that in mind that caused Sebastian to so tease his companion, speaking those words he knew very well could so coax a reaction if only for the promise that came with them when they did leave the vampire's lips. Still he could hardly help the warm grin that crossed his features at the sound of Dorian's chuckle. "I enjoy saying it." He responded, perhaps as pleased with unnecessary reassurance that Dorian relished in those moments just as much as Sebastian himself did. The Englishman's bright blue eyes shifted downwards ever so slightly towards the man in his lap, entirely aware of the King's repositioning and the more sensitive areas of his body that the man so leaned against. He remained silent, however, his body not wholly reacting to the man's simple presence just quite yet. Instead, he picked up his own cup of tea, holding it within both of his hands as he allowed Dorian's attention to return to the textbook that so held his attention.

For a moment, his gaze lingered on the darkness of the window outside before he commented ever so softly of Dorian's actual wishes for their evening. If his lover so desired to venture off his estates, he would see to it that they arrived to whatever destination the King had in plan for them. He was oblivious, in those moments, to the newest medical device his lover had stumbled upon, much less his abhorrence at even the idea of such a topic. It was, instead, the sight of those silver eyes that so immediately held the entirety of his attention, his eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly at the suggestion the fae had for their evening. It was peculiar that Dorian should so seek to eat. After all, the man seemed to dread Sebastian's own insistence when he did so after the taking of his blood. He'd never known the man to seek out such sustenance of his own accord. "A new restaurant?" Sebastian found himself inquiring ever so softly and yet he hardly spoke of it further, his gaze instead shifted with a gesture of Dorian's own hand towards the diagram of a needle printed on the page in front of him. His own nose wrinkled ever so slightly in his own distaste.

He watched as his lover set the book aside before shifting in his own lap to find a new position. He was all too aware of Dorian's fingertips trailing a pattern against his naked flesh in the fashion his lover so often took too and yet, Sebastian hardly complained in the least. Instead, his attention turned to Dorian's own voice, a soft chuckle immediately leaving his lips. "I'll buy you some things to keep here then. I'm sure you can fit into something of mine. They would be tailored to you but...I'm sure we can find something that will do." It was silly really, the subdued glee at which he so embraced the notion of Dorian having clothes here. After all, it was apart of any relationship turning into something more intimate and serious and steady, wasn't it? At least, by modern standards. He'd always heard of people 'clearing out drawers', though he never understood the thrill of it till now, not that his closet would truly require much rearranging to fit whatever wardrobe he so obtained for his lover's benefit.

His gaze fluttered downwards towards Dorian's fingers as the man's fingertips shifted further up his thigh, tracing along his hip and across the flesh of his stomach. Despite that upward crawl of his lover's touch, however, that teacup still relaxed all too comfortably within his grasp. It was that simper that so crossed his lover's features that warned the vampire of some impending...something, that brush of the King's lips against his stomach, however, brought little more then a grin to his features. He was intently aware of Dorian's lips moving steadily lower, that simple ever encroaching trail was enough to so coax a reaction in those more sensitive areas, even if it was but slight at first. It was with a hint of suspicion that Sebastian so observed the King's head resting against his leg, though weather Dorian intended to leave him with the barest beginnings of want or intended to further coax such a reaction from him still remained to be seen. It was that brush of Dorian's hands against him that so caused a soft exhale to leave his nose, followed by an equally as quiet murmur upon his lips.

Unfortunately, Sebastian only just had enough time to transfer his cup to one hand before his fingers reached out for the King, finding nothing but thin air. His eyebrows furrowed as Dorian reappeared at the foot of his bed and yet, he was not as eager to so give up on such a quest just yet. Rather, it was that singular thread he so called to life, his hand grasping at that crimson satin to do that which he had never before done - pulling Dorian by their own soulmate status, at least to a point where he was sitting rather than reclining with such a devious ease. Sebastian himself moved to meet the King halfway, his fingers dropping the tread only to place his hand behind Dorian's neck. The vampire leaned forward to press his lips against Dorian's own, so stealing a soft, slow, and entirely sweet kiss from his lover. His mouth pulled back only to brush along Dorian's jaw and up towards his ear, his breath entirely warm as he uttered softly, "You should not doubt me, Dorian, else we might never leave this bed." Delicately, he nipped at the flesh of the King's ear, the gesture entirely fleeting before Sebastian pulled himself from the comfort of those sheets, instead letting the air embrace his naked form as he stepped away from the bed. A singular backwards glance was given to the King before he gestured with a nodd of his head towards the closet and yet, the corner of his lips still tilted upwards in a subtle hint of his own sort of deviousness.