That polaroid that was so delicately held within his fingertips was eyed with a gaze that was entirely critical, despite the woman's decidedly nude appearance. She was hardly the first woman whom had so desperately thrust herself within the limelight, the man decidedly not embarrassed by that female's naked figure or the lack of hair and bare skin upon particular parts of her anatomy. He had become used to that groomed nature of the fairer gender to the point that he hardly noticed exactly what his lover was referring to until the King had quite purposefully pointed out that place between her legs. Dorian still seemed rather flustered, as if he was not nearly as experienced between those bedsheets as Sebastian so knew him to be. The vampire could hardly help the laughter that poured from his lips at the way the man had so worded that bareness of her flesh, all too aware of that quizzical look upon the Monarch's features. It took several moments before that amusement died down to mere chuckles, the vampire so affording the man the knowledge that things had been this way for the near last one hundred years or so. Going 'al natural', as they so called it, was a fashion statement phase just as much as that Brazilian or those 'landing strips' that women crafted their pubic hair into.

It was in those moments of Dorian's awe that Sebastian felt the need to add the way in which men too had fallen into that hairless fashion statement, only further producing a glimpse of astonishment upon the King's features. He was surprised, really, with the way in which that impishness so returned to the King's features before the man shifted beneath him, leaning forward to grab at the hem of his jeans only to pull them forward and so peer down at the vampire himself. Though Sebastian hardly stuck with that whole waxing ordeal, there was little doubt that the vampire did engage in some sort of self grooming for that all too sensitive area, his efforts only furthered by that abysmal rate of hair growth his body seemed to have - that eternal benefit to his corpse like state. Still, a singular eyebrow rose and the King's inspection, the Englishman entirely unable to suppress that grin that crossed his lips as Dorian concluded that he liked it the way it presently was all the same. His head nodded ever so slightly at that inquiry of whether or not that whole waxing ordeal was painful, "Only for a few moments." He concluded with a small shrug.

The vampire leaned forward as his lover fell back upon that bed, contently watching the man as he begun to read that letter that had accompanied those photographs. He hardly expected to have it thrusted at him, much less the statement that she so wished them both. It was a fantasy that, while wholly unlikely, Sebastian could entirely come up with some of his own notions on ways he might further pleasure his lover with a third individual. In truth, it would be the King himself who would have multiple individuals focused upon him then any third soul they brought to their bed. Regardless, Sebastian took that offered letter, reading over those paragraphs only to conclude that it was highly unlikely the woman had ever had sex at all if she thought such positions feasible. He could hardly deny he was thankful when Dorian so desired to rid them of that letter, crumpling it only to toss it further within the room - likely to be found tomorrow when Dorian's things were removed. In truth, Sebastian had little care for what happened to it, the man vastly more attentive to those brushes of affection the King seemed wholly content to provide him in the wake of that altogether unexpected letter and the polaroids that accompanied it.

That touch of the Monarch's lips against his throat so had a fail proof fashion of arousing the man, that light pull of the King's fingers within his hair only further provided the man with the full extent of his neck. A soft groan left his lips as the fae continued to tease at that skin, undoing the buttons upon the vampire's shirt in the process. Sebastian was hardly prepared for the way in which the man pulled away, far sooner than he was ready to, that sudden absence of the King's touch brought a groan to his lips as his lover fell back upon that bed only to present him with another letter. It was with a small frown that Sebastian pulled that letter from the envelope, only to have a near rain of confetti so cover not only the comforter but also the Monarch's own shirt. A soft sigh left his lips as he took a glimpse at the invitation, so presenting it to his lover with the promise of alcohol and women that it so offered. Neither, it seemed were all too intrigued with this upcoming party. Rather, Sebastian was more than willing to allow Dorian to pluck that invitation from his fingers whilst he busied himself instead with so fixing that confetti issue. It only took a moment of tugging before his lover so assisted in the peeling of that shirt from the man's flesh, it too deposited on the floor with the confetti still stuck in its folds. The vampire leaned over, letting his lips brush alongside Dorian's chest, trailing from the man's collarbone lower and lower and lower before ceasing just above the man's naval.

A warm, teasing simper settled upon his lips as he handed his lover yet another letter from those stacks that so surrounded them, that inquiry only furthered that grin upon his features. "I'm quite sure." He responded simply enough, simply watching as Dorian collapsed against the bed to pull open the envelop and pluck that letter from within. Sebastian waited with infinite patience as the King read over the contents before handing him that rather short envelope, the tapping of his finger against the bottom so immediately drew his eyes to that phone number printed at the very end. His eyebrows rose in surprise as his lover pulled that phone from the pocket of his jeans, dialing that very number. "Are you sure?" He mouthed at the Monarch, hardly unwilling to seem rude should the woman answer. Dorian, it seemed, was very sure, that phone continuing to ring before the sound of a young woman so answered the other end. It was that mention of photographs that caused a soft chuckle upon his lips, the man's amusement only furthered by the scream the erupted from that small device, piercing the silence of that room. "Dear lord." He muttered, simply watching his lover as the young woman so attempted to hold a conversation with him. It was the very mention of his own name, however, that drew his eyebrow upwards with a hint of suspicion.

He hardly had a moment to respond, however, before that phone was thrusted in his direction. The man slowly took the offered phone, holding it up to his ear, "Ah, good evening Katie. Thank you, once again, for the letter. I hope you inform your friends we called." He spoke, his eyebrows furrowed as Dorian's fingers so worked at that button of his jeans. He was only half listening to the female on the other end whilst she spoke to him of how her friends simply 'would so not believe this'. The vampire was, rather, far more concerned with his lover's fingers slipping beneath his jeans, only to slightly cup his butt in a display of affection. He could feel Dorian leaning further against him, that press of the King's lips against his collarbone caused the man's eyes to flutter closed for a brief moment, inhaling ever so softly as the girl on the other end of the phone asked him a question. It took Sebastian a moment for his own thoughts to catch up to her, "Mmhm, I do miss England but, Italy was quite an enjoyable...er..." His thoughts shifted abruptly as Dorian's hand so plunged down the front of his pants, that already aroused part of him grasped within the man's hand, "Um...vacation...have you ever been abroad?" It was a desperate ploy, really, to get the girl talking in an effort to assist with his dwindling attention, his breath hitched on a number of occasions, the vampire's teeth biting into his own bottom lip in an attempt to keep those moans from being voiced.

For several minutes longer the vampire was so able to keep himself at least halfway engaged in the girl, even if his own jeans were becoming far too restrictive. "Ah, Katie, Dorian would like to speak with you but it was lovely getting to talk to you tonight, dove."He muttered eventually, handing that phone to his lover only to let that first groan so fall from his lips. God, he knew well this was revenge for so making the King count and yet, even he could not deny how utterly effective that touch had been. His own hips grinded forward against Dorian's hand. The vampire leaning down only to let his teeth graze against his lover's own neck in a sort of warning that he fully intended to bite the man in retaliation, the Englishman was at least gracious enough to provide Dorian with a chance to get the woman off that phone before he subjected him to exactly that which he had so endured the past few moments. His fangs so pierce the man's flesh, even if he was hardly intending to partake of that blood beyond simply licking at the delectableness of his lover from those wounds he'd so created in the King's flesh.