you were the answer to my dreams

It was the sound of those softly muttered Italian words that so caught Sebastian's attention, the English Lord so glancing back at his lover in that moment with a small simper upon his features. He was aware, vaguely, of the way in which the King's attention so shifted from that architecture to the number of portraits that had always lined the walls of Belton House - it was one aspect the vampire had allowed to remain unchanged. Their faces were a reminder of the life he'd once had, the life he'd lost. He was supposed to be dead - another portrait upon that wall and yet, instead, here he was. Still, Sebastian hardly bothered to voice a syllable on those faces that stared at them, much less who they were to him. Rather, he was content to simply pause upon the stop of those staircase in front of a set of closed doors, so willingly declaring that he was entirely sure that Dorian would find interest in what rested within. Gingerly he pushed open those doors to reveal the expansive ivory bookshelves, each filled to the brim with nearly ancient and, often times, first edition volumes of books on various topics. The vampire knew well enough of Dorian's love for knowledge, those books alone providing perhaps limitless insight into an array of topics, accompanied with several globes and hand drawn maps that were largely no longer relevant. Still, the vampire knew well that, if allowed, Dorian could certainly spend days nestled in this very room.

It was perhaps that simple awareness of his lover's weakness that so saw him breeze through that room, entirely unwilling to pause for his lover to become lost amongst those rows of shelves. He was all too aware of that sound of regret that left Dorian's lips and yet, that simple whine caused but a grin to break across his features as he moved through the library and into the adjoining bedroom. He paused within the depths of that room, turning to glance at his lover while his fingertips reached up to fiddle with the buttons on his sodden shirt. He watched the way in which Dorian's fingers so brushed along the walls and the ornately carved solid oak furniture. Slowly those fingers move from one button to the next before the shirt was slowly pushed off his shoulders and draped idly over the foot of that bed. The vampire's gaze turned fully towards the fae King in that moment, the Englishman so intently aware of that nearly mischievous simper that so brushed across the King's lips. He glanced backwards at that mattress with Dorian's gesture and yet, he hardly bothered to inquire after why. Instead, Sebastian merely slipped those shoes from his feet before sliding onto that plush comforter. His indigo eyes immediately found Dorian's form once again as his head shifted to the side in idle curiosity.

That darkness they were so suddenly plunged within hardly caused the vampire any hint of discomfort, the man's pupils simply expanding to take in the light cast by that soft glow of the moon. That inner predator perhaps entirely at large within that darkness of his bedroom. Here, out in the country, there was but little else than the moonlight. Though the city itself was nearby, there was but nothing but his own land for several acres in any general direction, providing them but a glimpse of what the world had been like within the vampire's own day. It was a kind of tranquility that was hard to find in such a modern and busy age. Still, though it was but the light of the moon, Sebastian's gaze remained entirely steadfast upon that pale skin of his lover's form as Dorian slowly began to undo the buttons of his own shirt, his eyes traveling appreciatively down the King's form with every new glimpse of skin he was so rewarded. It was entirely tempting for the vampire to assist his companion in this simple act of undressing and yet - he had been banished to the bed and that was well where he intended to remain if simply for the sake of Dorian's newest fancy.

That declaration of trust that was so required of him was hardly met with even the slightest of caution, rather his eyebrow merely raised ever so slightly, the vampire's head bobbing ever so slightly before he muttered softly, "I am yours to do with as you please." A small hint of a simper crossed his features at that simple admittance and yet, if there was any one being Sebastian trusted, Dorian was surely amongst those few. After all, he had so allowed the King to simply stay, even after their first coupling. There was no reason now why such faith would not be so unwaveringly provided now. He watched as Dorian so approached the edge of that bed, the vampire moving all the same with the slightest of coaxing before his lips so hungrily pressed against the King's own, Sebastian so utterly delighted to bask in that affection he was so provided. That touch of Dorian's tongue was enough to see his lips part ever so slightly, the man all too willing to so encourage that simple kiss into something deeper and with it too so stroke those desires for intimacy.

He was hesitant in those moments after to so pull away from his lover, instead still lingering close enough that Dorian's breath was warm against the frigidness of his skin. "Hm?" He inquired when Dorian requested he so do something for him and yet, he was hardly concerned of what might come from the King's lips next. Instead, he merely allowed his lover to so run his fingers down the curves of his own physique, simply waiting as Dorian voiced his needs. Sebastian's own eyebrows rose ever so slightly at that request and yet, it was one he would hardly deny. Instead, a soft chuckle left his lips as the King leaned forward to take another kiss from him, the vampire still smiling against that brush of Dorian's mouth. "I think I can arrange that." He commented, his voice clearly hinting of that desire for that blood that he had for days been denied. He leaned closer towards his lover in that moment, that grin upon Dorian's own features hardly lost upon him. Still, that sudden admittance of his own appearance within his body's more natural element caught the vampire off guard, much less the accompanying comment of Belton's beauty even in the light of the moon.

"I'm glad you like it." He commented softly and yet, he hardly allowed Dorian to remain long in that position of comfort. Instead, he reached out to gingerly roll his companion onto his back, the vampire entirely content to let his chest lay flush against the skin of Dorian's own. That enticement of food was one aspect in which the vampire found patience was, perhaps, not his strongest of suits. Instead, his fingers intertwined with Dorian's own to bring the King's wrist up to his mouth. "Perhaps I will bite you here..." He commented softly, his mouth parting just enough to gingerly run those sharpened canines over the skin on the inside of Dorian's wrist before, gingerly he pressed his lips sweetly against the man's flesh. "Or maybe..." He started, moving suddenly to nestle his face into the crook of his lover's neck. "Here...?" He inquired, that tongue so sliding out to lick at that delicate vein. "Or..." His hand shifted, instead brushing against the King's waistline before drifting lower in a slow, slide to those more intimate areas and then, slower still, to shift to that place upon his inner thigh. "I do so like here..." He stated simply, pulling backwards ever so slightly just enough to momentarily watch his companion. If Dorian wanted his heart to beat and his body to be warm, he had no difficulty in so indulging in his lover in whatever way he might so coax from him - oh how impossible those desires were to stop once they had so started!

Sebastian Ellington