Though evenings such as these had always been the epicenter of the vampire's world, there was something wholly different of that satisfaction he felt with his beloved fae King. It was as if those sensations somehow felt all the more pleasurable if not for the meaningful emotions that surely rested just beneath the pair's desires to so appease one another. Those sounds of moans that left Dorian's lips so managed to arouse the vampire all the more, if such was even possible given the due diligence his lover had accosted him with but moments prior. That press of his lover's hips against his prompted the vampire to move just in time with the King and, in turn, providing that plethora of pleasurable sensations that so captivated the entirety of his attention. He could feel each movement his lover made resonating within him, wholly distracting him from that brush of Dorian's fingers trailing all so mischievously from the flesh upon his hip towards his groin. That brush of the King's hand upon those decidedly sensitive areas nearly instantly produced a sound from Sebastian's lips as his head fell back against Dorian's shoulder, this was perhaps too much even for that seasoned seducer.

It had been quite sometime since Sebastian had been taken in such a fashion. Men were rarely as easily seduced as their fairer counterparts to warm his bed unless a woman was involved - and even then such nights did not often end like this. He had nearly forgotten what it felt like, to be so overwhelmed with those desireable sensations from more than one place. His lips parted, a moan reverberating within his throat as his breath came ever faster with each forward thrust and each slide of Dorian's fingers down the length of him. He was unaware, within that moment, of those thoughts of that future marriage that so filled his lover's mind as the fae King's silver gaze fell upon his features. The vampire was entirely incapable of considering anything but the man's actions as his spine arched ever so slightly by that touch of Dorian's fingers so gingerly caressing those previously unexplored parts of the vampire. God he would miss nights like this when they returned to the city - every evening thus far had either consisted of the pair nestled in each other's arms or tangled up together between the sheets in an utterly exhausted fashion. Tonight somehow seemed to cement the growth their relationship had surely experienced not only from tonight but this whole prolonged trip. This, he was assured, was exactly as things should be.

That simple number the left Dorian's lips was but a momentary distraction in the wake of that assault of his lover's fingers and yet, breathless as he was, the vampire still found it within himself to protest that simple number. He was assured five hardly counted when this was something the Englishman had taught his lover in the first place. Still, really, how could a man not find pleasure in those parts of himself being appreciated in such a fashion? It was inevitable, he was certain. Nevertheless, his lover scarcely provided even a word of argument, his hips instead rolling against the vampire with a measure more of passion and force in response. That simple action produced yet another groan from the vampire, Sebastian willingly admitting defeat in the wake of those feelings the King was capable of producing within him. The man shifted ever so slightly, his fingers rising to brush against Dorian's jawline only to turn his lover's head so that his lips were capable of pressing against the King's. That pause in the rhythm of Dorian's hips continued in but mere seconds and slowly, Sebastian's hand dropped to his lover's hip, his fingers firmly grasping at that skin if only in an effort to bring his lover closer than he already was, not that such a thing was truly possible by any great lengths.

His own control was quickly wavering, his body covered in a sheen of sweat and yet, for several moments Sebastian merely danced upon that edge. His breath came faster as the man gaze up those kisses, his fingers digging into Dorian's thigh. He fell silent for but a brief moment before his body so tightened around the King and, a mere few seconds later, Sebastian found himself falling into an oblivion of those pleasurable sensations. Those moans fell from rapid succession of his lips as he leaned back against his lover, that feeling of Dorian too reaching his own end within him only furthered those feelings, besetting the Englishman with a whole new round of feelings that, in turn, prompted even more sounds from his lips. It was only after his lover had found some measure of stillness that Sebastian too returned to silence, his chest still rising and falling in rapidness as he attempted to catch his breath from all they had done. The vampire was, in the wake of his lover's touch, entirely satisfied. One final groan left his lips as Dorian pulled himself from within the depths of the man, that simple action saw the vampire nearly collapse against his lover's chest.

His hand fell from Dorian's waist and, in turn, he allowed his lover's fingers to raise upwards to settle upon his own hip. He could feel Dorian pulling him further against his chest, the vampire entirely content to oblige the King in that fashion. He nestled into Dorian's chest, his own head shifted, glancing upwards at the King with a gaze that was wholly adoring. That sudden toll of the clock momentarily drew his gaze away form his companion, his eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly. Surely that clock was tolling midnight. The year had come to a close and now, Sebastian was welcoming in a new and, he was assured, an entirely glorious year with his Italian boyfriend. Sebastian hardly expected that boom of fireworks, however, those dark blue eyes turned to the windows to eye that bright plethora of color that etched itself in the sky above them. Sebastian rose to his elbows, entirely surprised at how eagerly and willingly Dorian's court had taken up those modern conveniences of celebration. His gaze turned back towards his companion's but any word that might have left his lips was silenced under the press of Dorian's own.

That press of Dorian's mouth against his own was wholly passionate and yet, Sebastian returned every ounce of love he was offered with what surely ran rampant through his own veins. His breath felt almost unsteady as Dorian pulled away from him and yet, a soft simper fluttered across his features at that grin he was offered. "Happy New Year, Dorian." Those words were whispered sweetly back before the vampire shifted, moving away from the man only to sit up. "Shall we go see them?" He inquired, gesturing towards the window before he held out his hand for Dorian's own. It was all too easy to guide his companion towards that singular window within his room, that flash of colors within the sky far steadier now as those booms echoed in the darkness beyond. He remembered well the first night they'd stumbled upon that fireworks show. How things had so changed since then - from keeping his distance and so attempting to not get attached to now admitting he was hopelessly in love and, in turn, drawing the fae King closer towards him.