It was all too easy to lead the Englishman back upon the warmth of that sofa, the vampire entirely longing for the King's touch in whatever fashion that he might receive it. His lips met Dorian's own, willing enough to pick up exactly where the man had left off. He was all too aware of that press of Dorian's his against his own, that simple action, and in turn, that touch upon those areas that had been mostly ignored, resulted in a soft groan reverberated within his throat. He allowed his hand to be led downwards, altogether desiring that dutiful attention perhaps as much as the fae monarch. In truth, he hardly expected for his lover to wish to utilize his prize so early on and yet - Sebastian as hardly one to say no. Even so, he had every intention of making those two minutes all the more...interesting, to say the least. That query and returned confirmation on the length of time were followed quite quickly by the rules in which he imposed, very near insisting that if Dorian was going to receive his reward for earning that specific tile, he need only to count those precious seconds that made up the time of it. It sounded like an easy enough query, of course, but Sebastian had intentions to make it anything but.

Gingerly, he shifted down the length of his lover's figure, entirely determined to ensure his skin remained in contact with the King's even at that motion. His fingers hooked around the hem of those striking undergarments, removing that fabric that had produced such a feeling of discomfort within his boyfriend. That soft sound of relief caused a small simper to flutter across his features as he glanced upwards, his hand firmly encircling the man as he leaned down, his lips gingerly pressing against that tender flesh as he ordered that challenge of sorts to begin. His mouth parted, those soft lips sliding over that delicate flesh to encompass those sensitive parts within his mouth. His tongue moved with with expert precision, caressing the King with those soft, wet flicks and yet, entirely confident in every action he so partook. That certainty within his movements only increased at the sound of that moan that left his lover's lips, even begin those two minutes had begun! He was, perhaps, willing to give the man some leeway and soon enough those Italian numbers began to fall from the King's lips.

His gaze remained upon the King, despite that dutiful work he so provided. The Englishman instead remained entirely aware of his lover's fingers toying at the sofa and the sounds that echoed between the syllables of those numbers and yet - it was not quite enough for Sebastian. After all, Dorian still seemed capable of remaining entirely still beneath those warm strokes of his tongue, and thus still wholly in control despite that ever increasing heart beat and that quickness of that breath. For all those evenings in which Dorian had pushed him to the very edge, Sebastian could hardly deny that opportunity to so do the same. As long as those numbers were uttered on the King's lips, he was more than willing to explore those sensitive areas, finding the way in which Dorian seemed to respond best and wholly focusing his adoring attention there all the same. He felt his lover's fingers reach out towards his dirty blond locks, nestling within his hair before tightening ever so slightly, nearly pushing but gently in an unspoken desire for more. It was a request he was willing enough to oblige, his lips parting just a bit further as he moved downwards, letting his lover move deeper into his mouth and, in turn, prompting a whole new adventure and a whole new search for the way in which the King best liked to be touched.

Those two simple words brought a soft simper to his lips, even despite those actions he currently partook within. Those numbers continued on and yet, he could feel Dorian's hips shifting beneath the weight of his body, even if it was but a little at first. As soon as he reached that seventy eight, those numbers had fallen into an array of breathless sounds, that curse upon the King's lips entirely satisfying to the Englishman's ears. He was hardly surprised as the man's hips began to move at a more steady pace, clearly intending to match the movement of his own lips and, in turn, only further pushing his lover into his mouth. For several moments he allowed that clearly desiring want, at least until it was his name that fell from Dorian's lips. He could tell how utterly close the King was and yet, rules were rules. Slowly, Sebastian pulled his lover from his mouth, those navy eyes briefly glimpsing up at the man. "You stopped." He uttered softly, "I believe, what you meant to say was 'settantanove'." By appearances, it would seem, the vampire was unwilling to budge and yet, even that moment hardly lasted long before his gaze shifted towards that area that so demanded his attention.

Gingerly, the vampire's tongue slid from his mouth, instead licking the length of the King from base to tip, that simple action repeated on the next side as his gaze fell expectantly upon the man's features. "Go on." He continued, urging his lover forward before his tongue once again traced that familiar path - only this time, this time he placed just the top part of that sensitive flesh into his mouth - quite nearly starting over again. Even so, the vampire wasn't entirely done. He enjoyed finding where that edge was and so toying with it before sending the King tumbling on the other side. Tonight was no exception. His other hand slowly trailed down his lover's hips and down his inner thigh before again, trailing upwards only for his fingers to gingerly take that area just beneath what he had already placed within his mouth, his fingers so carefully massaging that area he had never before touched, much less provided even the smallest glimpses of his attention to. It was New Year's Eve and the King had already put up with his own wavering concerns with that prospect of marriage, he was entirely assured Dorian reserved that reward, even if those counted numbers once again faded into oblivion.