The vampire was wholly uncertain of that phone call that Dorian so intended to surprise that young female 'fan' with. Though he had little doubt she would be completely enraptured, Sebastian entirely anticipated that there was far more to that phone call then something so simple as a call to say 'hello, thank you for the letter'. His eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly as that phone rang, the young woman quickly picking up after only the second ring - that fact alone quite surprising in this day and age. That scream that so seemed to echo from Dorian's phone, however, brought a soft chuckle even from the vampire's lips. There was no doubt that this singular moment was one she would be discussing for some time to come and yet, it was almost endearing really, that they were so capable of changing a woman's day with a simple phone call. He hardly expected, however, for his own name to fall upon his lover's lips, that cellphone quickly thrusted in his direction. A singular eyebrow rose as he regarded that near mischievous glimpse upon Dorian's features and yet, he said nothing of it, instead taking that offered device only to politely greet the woman all the same.

Her voice was altogether bubbly within his ear, thanks to hear near palpable excitement. It brought a simper to his features, even as she continued on of how her friends would hardly believe that they had called her! Moments later the girl was all too eagerly flaunting her knowledge of his own history, inquiring if he missed that country that he had been born within. His answer, however, had become wholly distracted by his lover's lips brushing against that eternally sensitive skin of his neck. That movement of Dorian's hands upon that hem of his pants only furthered his rather ineloquent attempt at conversation. He sincerely tried to provide the woman with his rapt attention and yet, all his efforts faltered at the touch of his lover's fingers against his body in a fashion he had found himself so desperately desiring. Katie, unfortunately, was subjected more often to responses riddled with 'um' and 'er', and 'yeah' . His teeth bit at his lower lip, desperately attempting to keep those sensual sounds from leaving his mouth as the poor girl rattled on in his ear for several moments. His lips parted, his breath hardly steady in any fashion and yet, he was careful to ensure the young woman was scarcely aware of that fashion in which he so seemed to fall sway to the King's all too experienced touch.

Eventually, and perhaps unsurprisingly, the vampire found himself wholly unable to hold those sounds back any longer, instead informing the girl that Dorian so wished to speak to her again, the man quickly thrusting that phone back towards the King as that soft gasp finally was uttered. How good Dorian could make him feel! His own hips rolled forward, pressing into the Monarch's fingers to only further those slow, unhurried sensations that the fae afforded him. Although utterly glorious, it was hardly enough for him in any regards. The vampire leaned forward, his lips gingerly brushing against Dorian's skin before his mouth parted to so reveal those sharpened canines, providing his lover but the smallest glimpse of forewarning, even if he fully intended to bite the man all the same - regardless of if Katie was still on the other end of that telephone. His own lips twitched upwards ever so slightly in amusement as the King so hurriedly attempted to say his goodbyes, those words so quickly uttered in a single breath that even Sebastian was left wondering precisely what the Monarch had told their rather unfortunate fan. It hardly mattered, truly, however, and in the wake of that simple movement to hang up, the Englishman's teeth so pierced that tender flesh, cheating in this very game he'd given them if only for his own arousal and utter need for Dorian to want him just as much.

He adored that sound of pleasure that he finally coaxed from the fae's lips as he so filled the man with those sensations in which he alone was capable of afflicting the man with. Sebastian all too willingly embraced his lover's need for physical contact, the man budging at that sudden force the fae so displayed, shoving him upon his back and against the sheets of that bed once again. His mouth so eagerly met his lover's own, his hand rose to fit behind the King's neck in the fashion he so particularly enjoyed, that simple firmness of his own hand allowed him the control to so kiss that man he so adored harder then he might have otherwise - meeting every ounce of that passion with his own fervor. He was altogether hesitant to release the man from his grasp and yet, eventually, the vampire did just that, allowing Dorian to pull away from him. His body shifted with his lover's touch, entirely eager to assist in the removal of his far too restrictive jeans, his crystalline eyes altogether intent upon his lover's form as Dorian peeled those jeans and undergarments from his own waist. God, how he wanted him!

He allowed his lover but a singular moment to resituate upon him before his own hips shifted, so meeting the King's body, his breath surely hitching with that contact of skin and that brush of Dorian's own need against his. That touch of the man's teeth against his lip drew a moan from his throat, his own control quickly wavering. He was aware, vaguely, of that scent of blood but it was hardly enough to be alarming in any fashion, rather, it was Dorian's own pause as his fingertips ran up to that still bleeding wound that drew Sebastian's gaze. How could he have forgotten about that? He leaned forward, clearly intending to run his tongue against that wound only for Dorian's fingers to so abruptly run across the vampire's lip, pulling his hand back before even the vampire could quite react. His tongue gingerly traced that trail of blood the King so left behind, relishing in each and every morsel he was provided. "You taste so bloody good." He muttered softly, those words entirely husky as his gaze followed that finger as Dorian's tongue ran over the remnants of those delectable drops.

That shift of Dorian's hips brought another low groan from his throat, the vampire's own body moving with his lover's. Those words so immediately drew his gaze, the vampire so enjoyed hearing that nearly beseeching tone that so clamoured for his attention. How could he ever so no to that? A small simper crossed his features as his hands settled upon Dorian's hips, his body shifted as the vampire rose to his knees, delicately placing his lover's back against the sheets whilst ensuring his legs continued to straddle his own form. It took a moment to readjust himself to move beneath the man. Whilst that newfound position actually afforded him a view of his lover, it required some measure of effort to so roll his hips forward and into the King. That feeling that so assaulted him was entirely new, in some regards, near forcing the vampire to pause as a moan left his lips. He waited only so long as to allow Dorian himself a chance to reposition as necessary before he began to slowly pick up that pace, his hands so firmly settled upon his lover's hips as he drew the man against him. His bright blue eyes slowly traveled down the Monarch's physique, altogether aware of that singular place that was left wanting. "Dorian." He uttered softly between those hitched breaths, "Touch yourself for me." It was the first time Sebastian had ever requested such a thing from his lover and yet, there was little doubt he would hardly forget that sight, much less the fact that even the idea of it had a fashion of so arousing the man far more than even he was willing to admit.