That soft brush of the fae King's lips against his flesh had a fashion of so wholly coaxing to life the vampire's desires. He could hardly help the notion of the Dorian's mouth in other places as his lips pressed into his neck and delicately licked his chest. That press of Dorian's hips against his own, and in turn that brush of those sensitive areas only further managed to produce a need for his lover's attention. His blue eyes remained wholly steadfast on the man as he moved lower, the man all too aware of that place that would receive the grazing of those teeth - the very one in which he had partaken of so liberally within his bed in his childhood home. That press of Dorian's lips caused his eyes to flutter close, so relishing in the sensation as Dorian's teeth once again graced his form, clearly intending to play the role Sebastian himself so often indulged in. Although that teasing of his flesh hardly ended in the same rush of those chemicals he was capable of producing within his lover's bloodstream, he could hardly deny that he didn't at least enjoy those playful nips that Dorian beset him with. In that moment, however, of simply enjoying those caresses of sensation, the vampire was hardly prepared for the fashion at which the man's hand so reached up to grasp that part of him that so ached in a desire for the fae's touch.

That embrace alone of his lover's fingers caused a soft sound to leave his lips, his body nearly instantly reacting to that simple touch as his blue eyes fluttered open to glance down at the decidedly mischievous man. Softly, he muttered just how much he particularly liked this fourth spot, as if that utterance alone might be enough to coax his lover to continue with his actions. That firm touch of his lover's hand and that varying pace that so slowly led up to that glorious friction he so desired caused a groan to leave his lips, that stead continuation of such only further managing to make that once steady breath all the quicker with each passing moment. Although that touch alone with it's quickened speed along the length of those sensitive areas certain managed to unravel the vampire's control, the addition of that warm breath and wet tongue so produced yet another groan upon his lips. How utterly glorious that sensation was! And how he had so yearned to have the King in such a fashion! That desire for closeness was perhaps only further increased by the recent discovery that both of them were so willing to continue this relationship, much less take it to a entirely different level. How such a simple knowledge of adoration could so further the pleasure Sebastian received from the brush of Dorian's fingers.

That brush of Dorian's tongue against that cold, smooth skin hardly lasted long, however, before the monarch so saw fit to place the vampire within his mouth and, in turn, awarding him much the same treatment in which Sebastian had so attentively provided but moment's before. That simple sensation so caused his lips to part and yet, in that decidedly tipsy state it was but those old British terms that echoed primarily within the vampire's mind. "Oh, blimey." The words were uttered softly around the moan that certainly followed as Sebastian's fingers dug into the sofa beneath him in the process. It was hardly difficult to bring that vampire to that level of desire the King so wished him at, after all, producing such a level of pleasure within his lover had a fashion of turning the Englishman on regardless of that lack of touch he had priorly been given. To finally be afforded that very thing his thoughts had so lingered on for the better part of those few minutes was wholly glorious.

That heavy breathing persisted even as Dorian withdrew from him, the man momentarily rising to his elbows as he glanced down at the King. That want that lingered upon Dorian's lips was hardly ignored, much less the simple command he was given and yet, the promise of that so eagerly saw Sebastian shift to his side, providing the King enough room to settle between his own figure and the back of the sofa. Although there was no denying how much he had enjoyed the fae's skilled touch, he had altogether yearned to feel Dorian's body against his, that press of his back against his lover's chest. The man stilled ever so slightly at that sensation of Dorian's hand upon his hip, knowing well what would come after. He could feel the brush of his lover against him as the man positioned himself and then, in one smooth, practiced motion, the King had so easily pushed himself within him. That sound that left his lips was a mixture of a grunt and a moan, the vampire's body adjusting to his lover's firm figure within him before he pressed himself further back and into his lover. Dorian himself seemed to have but a similar notion, that next roll of the King's hips so pushing him even further within the vampire, that action so served to cause a soft gasp to leave his lips, so mixing with his lover's groan of satisfaction.

That pace in which the King set was evenly matched by his own figure, his hips moving in time with his lover if only to further that pleasure the pair received from that motion. Sebastian had hardly anticipated that suddenly movement of Dorian's hand to skirt around his hip and so grasp him once again in a fashion the vampire himself had done but multiple times to the man. That simple action so produced a moan upon his lips as his head leaned back to fit against his lover's shoulder. How that simple sensation had so managed to interrupt that once steady movement he had found with the King. His back arched ever so slightly as the King's fingers only further explored his figure before returning to that place Sebastian found he needed the man the most. Dorian's breath was warm against his ear and yet, Sebastian could hardly help that scoff, even amongst those groans that had begun to leave his lips with an increasing regularity. "That's....not fair." He muttered, his chest rising and falling breathlessly, "You stole that from me." He grumbled, and yet, truly, he hardly wished the King to stop in any fashion.

Rather, Sebastian found himself wanting more in the way he so often did with Dorian, yearning to have every bit of the King's attention and affections. His own hand rose ever so slightly, the vampire shifting though doing so made him pause momentarily at the assault of those pleasureful sensations. His fingers gingerly graced Dorian's jawline, turning his lover's head and yet, this time, it was not blood Sebastian was after. Rather, he quite purposefully drew the man closer, if only to allow his lips to fall upon Dorian's own. Those kisses he so stole were hardly as long or quite as passionate as they had been before, those moans so reverberated within his throat and yet, Sebastian desired them all the same, even as he so quickly found himself balancing on that edge of satisfaction.