"I could never forget you." Those words left the vampire's lips that hint of amusement still mirrored within the depths of Sebastian's decidedly British tones, even as he watched his lover turn within those rose printed boxers. The sight of the King within those tight elastic undergarments certainly served to arouse the vampire, even as he reached out to coax the fae into his arms. That presence of the flower upon that fabric was hardly missed by the Englishman, nor the meaning of those simple red rose that so many took for granted. It was perhaps that one bit of their age old unspoken language that was well known by society as a whole - that simple flower of unadulterated love. It was that simple emotion that filled the man's voice as he requested his lover join him, his arms simply enveloping the King to draw the man against him. In truth, it was so often that Sebastian found himself yearning for these singular moments - with the pair hiding away from the world wrapped within each other to the point that whatever stressors existed outside of that room were but altogether meaningless in the wake of those sensations and adoration. This was, surely, the responsibility of the King's Consort, of that he was assured. Who else was there to assuage the King's concerns of what tomorrow held?

His lips fell upon Dorian's own, enjoying that soft, passionate press of his mouth against his lover's. That moment, however, was far too fleeting for Sebastian's preference, the monarch pulled away from him, prompting a soft breath of air to leave his lips in discontent. He supposed, however, that the reward he was granted was perhaps worth that momentary lapse of affection. It was easy then, to let that simple word echo between them, no matter how cheesy it was. That soft press of Dorian's lips was wholly appreciated within that moment, causing a soft simper to flourish across his features. He hardly hesitated before he drew the monarch towards that sofa - those flickering flames before it danced with a welcoming glow. Gingerly, he drew the King around, pressing him against the plush cushions of the couch and, in turn, commenting just how much the King had suggested but mere hours before how he so disliked the notion of leaving this very place. It only seemed fitting then to return him to it. He hardly gave Dorian a chance to respond before Sebastian was on top of the King, his lips once again pressed against the man's own as his body soon followed suit. There was something easy within this, something entirely natural that, quite simply, felt right. It was a sensation he hardly questioned as his fingers trailed down the King's chest in a slow, methodical fashion, moving lower and lower still with each caress.

He could feel Dorian's fingers encircle him, entangling within his locks, that position a decided favored one of the King and yet, one the vampire had, in turn, become entirely accustomed to. His lips left his lover's own but briefly as he shifted before, with that ever present fervor, stealing yet another kiss from the monarch. It was with care that Sebastian positioned himself to provide that space he required to continue that trail he had started. His fingers tenderly began to massage that more sensitive area of his lover, so striving in that moment to see just how utterly uncomfortable he was capable of making the King within that striking underwear. That abrupt break from their kisses hardly went unnoticed by the Englishman, his navy gaze steadfast upon his lover as that soft sound of want so left the King's mouth. It was silly, that such a simple action could cause such a feeling of satisfaction within the vampire and yet, he adored coaxing those melodies from his lover. His touch hardly faltered, even as Dorian's hips so eagerly rose to meet his fingers, clearly wanting more then that simple caress. In this, however, he was entirely willing to deny the King, providing just enough sensation to coax those wants and yet, not enough to afford the man any real satisfaction - at least, not yet.

He could feel Dorian's fingers tightening within his hair, though in truth, it hardly bothered him in the slightest. Rather, it was those softly uttered words that caused a chuckle to leave his lips, "As you wish, Ma Bichette." He muttered faintly, for once willing to give into his lover's wants. Tonight, his teasing was kept entirely minimal, that touch slowly embracing the full length of the King -as much as that fabric so allowed him to, at any rate. He was aware of Dorian's hands slowly leaving his blond locks, instead touching the cold pallor of his own skin. That simple brush of his lover's fingers were entirely warm as they graced over his chest, moving lower still. That first touch of true warmth, however, was entirely unexpected, a glimpse of surprise upon his features as his body nearly flinched at the newness of that sensation. That moment was wholly fleeting though, before the vampire found himself nearly leaning into that touch. The heat left behind was entirely delightful and yet, even that was eclipsed by that peculiar reaction his own nerves seemed to experience beneath his lover's fingertips. Though that touch could produce a plethora of peculiar sensations, the moment it faded away, goosebumps so arose within his flesh - that coldness of his undead life somehow all the more vicious when granted a glimpse of that life that existed in the King's hands.

Those feelings were entirely distracting, even as Dorian's lips pressed against his once more. He could feel Dorian's fingers dancing against the hem of his jeans and yet, Sebastian hardly stopped him as he so fiddled with his button. Instead, the vampire's attention was wholly dedicated to his own steadfast touching, much less that caress of lips upon lips. He felt the fae settle against the fabric of that sofa, eventually letting that series of kisses come to an end. He could hear that distinct shift within Dorian's breath, just as he too was awarded with yet another moan of desire. He had hardly stopped his affectionate fondling, even in the wake of that heat of his lover's fingers. Still, it was inevitable, he supposed, that Dorian would ask after the red material he had chosen - his own choice strikingly different than those worn by the King. A small grin traced his features before he slowly nodded. "I suppose I can do that...though, then i have to stop doing this..." His touch was a bit firmer in that moment, providing his lover with that exactly sensation he knew the King desired. That moment, however, was fleeting before he pulled away, his hand leaving the King's figure in the process. There was certainly a glimpse of mischievousness within his eyes with the simple knowledge of what he had surely done to lover and yet - Dorian had asked to see those red undergarments, hadn't he?

He rose from that sofa with some measure of regret, though he knew well Dorian had likely wondered for weeks which of those numerous articles he had been given for Christmas he had chosen for this particular evening. There was little hesitance within his movements as he pulled those snug fitting jeans from his figure, letting them fall upon the floor to reveal those bright red undergarments beneath. They were, perhaps, the stark opposite of Dorian's own. There was something decidedly more sensual and delicate to them - that red material was cotton with a lace overlay, small swirls had been crafted within that fabric, covering all that was necessary. The material, however, gave way to three red straps upon his hips, showing that flesh of his sides. It was decidedly more risque and yet, did that not well describe the vampire? Still, even he found himself unable to stand for Dorian's inspection for very long. He missed the feeling of the King's skin against his and, with Dorian so settled upon the sofa in such a fashion - the man seemed entirely his for the taking.