There was little doubt within the vampire's mind that the number denied from him was surely the one that would so clench his inevitable victory. Dorian's insistence that he scarcely needed it, and really that the game was best without it, only furthered his certainty of the number printed on that disc. A dubious look crossed his features as Dorian so abruptly insisted that it wasn't the number he inquired after, though, he suspected they both knew well of the lie that left Dorian's lips. How foolish it was to hide this very thing from him! His attempt to fetch that number, however, fell entirely short as Dorian slid back away from him quite purposefully, instead insisting that the vampire had to catch his hand. That game alone would have been an entirely short lived one, had he tried, and so, he simply didn't. Rather, the vampire moved across that game, pushing his lover down on the ground beneath them, a decidedly husky look mirrored within the depths of his navy eyes. He leaned down, pressing his lips against the King's in a show of affection that was entirely ardent in nature, the soft sound of want he'd coaxed from Dorian was enough to cause the corner of his mouth to twitch upwards in a small simper. His fingers of one hand infolded in the King's before the second attempted to do the same, instead, snatching that forgotten disc at the last moment.

A soft chuckle of amusement crossed his lips as Dorian collapsed upon the carpet in clear defeat. The vampire's gaze turned but momentarily towards that disc, only to announce with glee that he had won. He could hardly deny the grin that settled upon his features in the aftermath of this declaration, entirely content to have Dorian beneath him where, he was quite assured, he belonged. It was with hesitance that he slowly rose from his place upon the monarch, his gaze wholly settled on his lover as Dorian too rose. He watched as the fae's fingers slowly moved towards his belt, removing it with such painstaking slowness, that even Sebastian could not help but to roll his eyes ever so slightly. Really, at this rate, those bingo boards should have had a column or row just for that belt - though the Englishman certainly wasn't going to suggest such a notion lest Dorian latched onto it too eagerly with the chance to win. Regardless, the vampire was more than willing to enjoy this particularly slow strip tease he was provided. His navy gaze followed Dorian's fingers, watching the King fiddle with that button and the accompanying zipper. His eyebrows rose ever so slightly as the man's jeans lingered on his hips, giving the vampire but a glimpse of that multitude of colors beneath.

He hardly expected that woosh of Dorian's jeans as they suddenly hit the ground, his gaze darted upwards entirely inquisitive only to find that article of clothing thrown at him. It was hardly difficult for Sebastian to catch them, that rich laughter upon his lips as he shook his head ever so slightly. "That was the oddest strip tease I've ever been given." He commented, quite amused at his lover and yet, attentive all the same to those far tighter undergarments that his lover wore. He could see well the beginnings of that hint of arousal within the fae, the vampire nibbling on his bottom lip in response. He eyed the way those large roses so clung to his lover's hips, entirely appreciating that view before Dorian's voice drew his gaze upwards. A warm grin crossed his features as Dorian declared him far past that carnation he'd once given the King all those months ago. Though he knew well their relationship had certainly progressed to something else entirely, he could hardly deny that he enjoyed hearing those words all the same.

He watched as Dorian turned, providing him yet another view of the man's body - though one he wholly enjoyed. "Come here." He muttered softly, one hand reached out to the King as the fae turned to provide him with a warm grin. His hands immediately found Dorian's hips as the man closed the distance between them. He felt Dorian's fingers intertwining within his locks and yet, the vampire hardly protested, instead willingly let his lips lock against Dorian's own, thoroughly enjoying the taste of his lover's lips. A soft sigh left his lips when Dorian pulled away from him, the man unwilling to release the King so easily and yet, he knew well after those first few syllables left the monarch's lips that he too wanted this perhaps just as much as Sebastian did. It was strange really, to yearn for that emotional connection that came with their couplings as much as his body too yearned to be pressed against the fae's own. That final prize he had 'won' in this game certainly was unexpected, his eyebrows raising ever so slightly. "Do I now?" He inquired, before that mention of his promise and Dorian's own prize caused that grin to flutter across his features. "Don't worry, Ma Bichette, I will." Sebastian muttered softly, fully intending to enjoy every aspect of the King.

His lips pressed sweetly against the King's own in that brief kiss, all too aware of Dorian's fingers brushing against the hem of his jeans and, in turn, the red undergarments beneath them. That question that followed after, although perhaps entirely serious in its intent had nearly immediately prompted a single reaction from the vampire. "You." The word fell quickly from his tipsy mouth, the vampire momentarily grinning at himself before his gaze turned to survey that room in idle consideration. He had once promised his lover to show the man all the other places in which such activities could be enjoyed beyond the bed in which he had confined himself to. They had already claimed a bathtub, his desk, and several beds. It was about time to introduce his lover to another place entirely. His hands dropped from Dorian's hips, instead reaching for the King's hand in the fashion he so often did. His head gestured ever so slightly for his lover to follow him as he led the way back to that sofa that settled in front of the warm, flickering flames. "You did say you didn't want to leave it." He muttered, pressing his lover back against the couch with a soft grin upon his features.
The vampire situated himself in such a way that he was straddling the King, fully intending to pick up exactly where they had been but moments ago upon the floor. His lips found Dorian's own, only, this time, there was very little to interrupt him as his hands trailed down Dorian's chest in a lethargic fashion, ending just above those tightly fitted flower boxers. The vampire shifted, one arm propping him up as his body hovered just over Dorian's own, leaving just enough room for his fingers to dip even lower down his lover's figure to gingerly run his fingers against those more intimate areas, entirely coaxing that already tight fabric to be even more restrictive. In that sweet moment, he desired little more then to merely dote upon the man he so adored.