That determined caress of his tongue hardly faltered, even as his lover's hips so began to thrust in a near demand for more of his attention, the fae King so clearly finding his way to the edge of that precipice of control and ever so closer into that oblivion of pleasure that Sebastian was more than willing to provide - at least, for as long as those numbers left the King's lips. It wasn't terribly long before those moans so took over, leaving those italian words few and far between till they were nearly breathlessly replaced with his own name entirely. He allowed this deviation from the rules - at least momentarily until it became altogether clear his lover had little intention to so conforming to his game any longer. He could feel how dreadfully close his lover was, even as he pulled the monarch from the depths of his mouth. That groan of discontent was all too loud in the quietness of that space, so prompting a warm simper across his features as he uttered the number that should have come next. That notion that he was impossible brought a soft chuckle to his lips and yet, Sebastian remained insistant all the same. His tongue gingerly licked the length of his companion, reminding the man yet again of those feelings that were at stake here.

Those numbers that fell from Dorian's lips quickly prompted the vampire to take his lover back within his own mouth, even if this time was hardly to the depths he had before. His fingers graced his lover's hips, moving down his thigh before shifting back upwards to so explore areas previously uncharted. The vampire relished in that sound he so coaxed from the man beneath him, that unexpected thrust so pushing the man further into his mouth. In truth, he was surprised the extent of the King's sensitivity to the gentle workings of his fingers and yet, perhaps none yet had seen it fit to so grace the man's figure with such acute attention. It was a question he hardly asked after, merely continuing his dutiful display of affections. He could hardly deny that the simple utterance that he was, indeed good at this managed to so satisfy him. There was little doubt within the man that he was indeed skilled in such ways of pleasure - after all he'd certainly had enough experience to be so. Hearing it, however, from the very soul he loved more than any other, and the soul he most desired to satisfy, brought an entirely different sort of delight.

He hardly commented on that lapse of numbers that fell from the King's lips, nor the number he chose to start at once he found his voice once again. Instead, his attention remained steadfast on so bringing the man closer towards that surely looming completion - the game itself a sort of challenge to him to see how quickly he could prompt his lover to finish, if he even could in the short amount of time he had. He was almost disappointed by the time that appointed number finally breathlessly left the lips of his lover, so announcing his time was over and, in turn, that fun ended. Slowly, the vampire released his hold upon the King, instead leaning back ever so slightly. Those blue eyes fell upon the man, watching inquisitively as Dorian struggled to regain his breath. He remained altogether focused on the King as the man shifted upwards, just enough to press his lips with startling force against the vampire's own, that simple contact speaking volumes of the man's sensual desires and that sheer closeness towards that pleasurable peak.

A soft chuckle left his lips as Dorian parted, assuring him that such was the best he had been given in the entirety of those many long centuries the man had been alive. "Now you're just flattering me." He muttered, and yet a grin traced his features all the same. That laughter was but momentary before Dorian's lips were back upon his own, pushing him backwards in a fashion that Sebastian was all too willing to provide if but for the promise of what would undoubtedly come next. He watched as the King made himself comfortable against his cool, bare chest, those fingers brushing across his chin and, in turn, his lip. His mouth parted ever so slightly, revealing those smaller bottom canines in the process. In truth, those bottom teeth were so rarely utilized by the vampire. He'd long since learned the top alone were all that was required to so puncture skin and leave his victim's blood loss at a rate he could easily control. Still, his eyebrows rose at the suggestion that Dorian might be able to find just as man as such places upon his own physique as he had found upon the King. "All right...'" He responded with suspicious caution, his lips all the while meeting Dorian's own but moments later.

His head turned at the soft push of Dorian's fingers to the side of his jawline, so providing his lover clear access to his neck. He could feel the King's lips brush against his skin beneath his ear, tracing downwards towards that spot that Sebastian himself so often took from. A soft moan left his lips at the graze of Dorian's teeth, the man decidedly sensitive to that very same thing he so often inflicted upon others. So few dared to bite him in the same fashion that Dorian so willingly ventured to do. "One..." He so mirrored in agreement as his lover's lips dipped further downwards still from his neck towards his chest. Sebastian hardly expected the way in which Dorian's lips so paused, taking those sensitive peaks into his mouth only to nip and tease him all the same. The vampire inhaled ever so softly at this new sensation and yet, even it was hardly all the King graced him with. That press of Dorian's hips caused his own to shift, letting his skin brush against the King's and, in turn, his quickly increasing state of arousal to press against that man he so cherished.

That roll of the King's hips against his own was far too fleeting before the man continued downwards further still. From those planes of his chest to that shaped abdomen and further to his hip and inner thigh. That brush of Dorian's teeth against that spot he'd so taken from the King before cause yet another soft sound to leave his lips, their roles certainly turned tonight. It was, however, that touch he was finally afforded that, quite unsurprisingly, stirred the vampire's desire the most. His body nearly instantly reacting to that simple touch where he desired it most. "Definitely like four." He muttered softly, that steady breathing finally wavering beneath the King's fingers. How he had so yearned for this! How he had needed this in the wake of all this evening had held for him already.