The vampire was intently aware of his lover's physique, nestled against his frame and, in turn, pressing against the man's cold touch. He could feel his lover's desire for that friction and, in turn, the pleasure he could undoubtedly provide the King, even though he altogether denied the King. Instead, his touches remained wholly gentle, even as his fingers encompassed Dorian in the fashion he was best able to do given that entirely restrictive fabric. Those touches hardly ceased, even as Dorian's finger's alighted with the warmth of life gingerly stroked a slow path down the plains of his chest and lower still towards his stomach and, ultimately, to the top of those tight fitting jeans. He knew well what such a simple touch would ultimately bring, that simple knowledge surely enough to further his own need for the man beneath him. It was perhaps nonsensical, that even after all those months, he still entirely found himself wanting little more than the attention of the Italian fae. It was a feeling he'd never felt before, one he was assured was a product of that red thread that so encompassed them, twisting in and out of various nonsensical patterns both on the sofa and trailing upon the floor. How that simple knowledge that Dorian was his soulmate could even now produce that feeling of warmth spreading throughout his chest, even as the King so attempted to redirect his attention to showcasing those red underwear he'd chosen so meticulously for this specific evening.

His attention refocused upon his lover as he nodded in agreement, only to comment on how doing so required him to cease that persistent fondling. It was with those spoken words that his touch so increased in that moment, a simper fluttered across his features at the reward of that gasp that left Dorian's lips. How he adored hearing those moans of satisfaction! How much more he enjoyed being the one who created them! Still, his touch altogether vanished but moments later, quite purposefully leaving his lover wanting the return of that firm touch. Those navy eyes slowly trailed down the King's frame, simply observing the rather noticeable product of his diligent caresses. How utterly uncomfortable those boxers must now be and yet, he was not yet ready to free his lover from that restrictive material. Rather, Sebastian rose from his place against the King, instead tugging at those jeans to urge them to release their hold upon his hips. That jeaned material fell to the ground not but moment's later, revealing that lacey appearing material that covered only just enough. Those stringy straps held the front and back together and, in the process, so showed the flesh of the vampire's hips.

His own darkly hued irises fell upon his lover's figure as Dorian shifted upon that sofa. The vampire was entirely aware of the weight of the King's gaze upon him, even as he declared his like for that underware Sebastian so rarely chose to wear. That gentle tug upon his waist as Dorian's finger hooked into that stringy straps prompted the vampire to step forward, entirely willing to give into the King's wants. His eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly at the sight of the mischievous grin that fluttered across Dorian's features. That simple gesture spoke volumes of what would undoubtedly follow in it's wake and yet, his lover had never failed to satisfy him. He felt that soft touch of Dorian's fingers trail along the outer edge of that thin piece of fabric that so covered his own growing desires. That trailing of the topic fabric certainly made the Englishman shift ever so slightly, wanting those fingers entirely elsewhere and, indeed, his touch moved yet not entirely in the place Sebastian wanted it. That flesh upon his thighs were decidedly sensitive, particularly to the King's touch as his fingers moved just along that inner seam, so finally providing the vampire the first real touch he'd been afforded all evening. He inhaled softly at that brush of Dorian's hands against him though that touch was entirely fleeting before Dorian's fingers had returned towards that hem, leaving the man decidedly wanting.

Any further thoughts, however, were deterred only by the sound of Dorian's voice. Those words caused a hint of confusion to cross Sebastian's features, his head tilted inquisitively to the side. "Hm?" He inquired, though he hardly had a moment to truly dwell upon those words before Dorian shifted, his hand so clutched at that red strap. The fae King leaned forward, his lips pressing quite unexpectedly against that attentive skin of his inner thigh. He knew exactly where that trail of kisses was going - or at least, he thought he did. That sudden heat upon his skin sent a shiver down his spine, the man entirely watchful of his lover's motions in that moment. His breath was hardly steady as Dorian's tongue brushed against his flesh at the top of his inner thigh. His heart was certainly beating steadily within his chest as Dorian's lips parted. That brush of the King's teeth against his skin caused a soft sound to leave his lips, that firm bite of Dorian's teeth only furthered that sound into an audible groan. He watched with regret as Dorian pulled away from him, a soft whine in the wake of the absence of those lips. A small pout crossed his features at his lover's words and yet, there were no witty comebacks - merely an undeniable arousal within the vampire.

Those undergarments, despite their particularly risque nature, felt entirely uncomfortable in the wake of all that Dorian was capable of bringing to life. His lover's fingers so gripped in those straps only furthering his body's press against that fabric. It was a sensation that was, quite thankfully, short lived. The King's fingers so toyed with those strapped only to draw those undergarments down his thighs and, ultimately, provide the vampire with that sweet released from that material. It was a favor he certainly intended to return. His fingers delicately intertwined with Dorian's own, allowing the King to guide him back to that sofa and upon the man as he had been but moments ago. His lips eagerly met the King's, matching that frenzied passion whilst the fae slowly guided his hands further downwards. He was well aware of Dorian's state of arousal, entirely able to feel it beneath that fabric and yet. A soft chuckle left his lips at those whispered words and yet, the vampire nodded in agreement.

"It was two minutes, wasn't it?" He inquired, an idea so toying with his own thoughts in that moment. There was nothing better than those sexual acts so distracting his partner from something else - the vampire often taking great joy from such an innocent notion in the past. However, with the King's understandable reserve to forms of affection beyond the bedroom, such was an aspect largely denied to him, one in which he still intended to bring to this very moment all the same. "You have to count out loud then....to one hundred and twenty." He stated, clearly intending to impose some sort of rule to that prize, "No counting, no prize." A small simper crossed his features as his gaze momentarily shifted to the King, ensuring within that moment the man understood as he gingerly untangled his fingers from his lover's own. He shifted ever so slightly, moving further down his lover's figure, pausing only to hook his fingers beneath that waist band and, in turn, pull those undergarments off entirely. Another glance was given to those silver eyes as Sebastian slowly lowered down, letting his lips brush against those far more intimate areas that had demanded his attention. His breath was entirely warm against the King as his fingers firmly embraced the man, simply holding him whilst he uttered against his lover's flesh. "You may begin counting, Ma Bichette." And with that simple sentence, Sebastian parted his lips to delicately slip the man into his mouth, letting his tongue start where those once featherlight touches had ended.