Those jeans had become altogether too restrictive in the wake of the firm sensations his lover had provided him, a soft breath of relief left his lips as they were tugged with eagerness from his frame, his lover's jeans so quickly following suit afterwards. He pulled Dorian back into his embrace as his hips earnestly pressed against the Monarch's own, the man so relished in that touch of those altogether tender areas against his own sensitive flesh. Those sensations pulled a moan from the vampire's lips, that press of flesh against flesh only furthered his own decided want for the King - those two days were far too long for Sebastian's own liking in the wake of that near month he had spent not only Dorian's side but also occupying the man's bed. Their return to that metropolis was difficult upon him for more than one reason. He was a sensual creature by nature, the vampire wholly enjoying every moment he was given to shower the Monarch's body with those overwhelming sensations of pleasure he was capable of producing. The simple fact that it was Dorian alone against his figure surely furthered how utterly good those feelings were - fueled by that undeniable love he so held for the man.

That bite upon his lips was answered by a rather purposeful roll of his lips, his crystalline gaze shifted only as man pulled away from him, the King's fingers brushed against that wound, the scent of that utterly glorious blood so immediately drew the entirety of the vampire's attention. That blood in itself was perhaps as much of an stimulate for those physical needs as that touch of flesh itself. It was pure habit really - that substenance so eternally associated with those sexual acts. He hardly expected the fashion at which Dorian's fingers brushed against his lips, the fae so eternally accepting of the undead creature he was and all that so came with it. His tongue ran slowly against that smear of crimson that tainted the color of those otherwise pink lips, his gaze remained ever so intently upon his lover as Dorian drew his hands to his own lips, so prompting the man to lean forward ever so slightly in want of that smear on his lover's fingertips. How Dorian so taunted him and how he so wanted! That further press of the King's figure against his own drew another sound from his throat as he whispered of just how utterly good the King was to him.

Those whispered husky words prompted a small simper to touch the man's features. He recognized well that shift within his lover as those usually formal words were replaced by those terms the vampire himself occasionally employed. There was something reassuring of the simple fact of how comfortable Dorian was within his presence and yet, he hardly voiced a syllable in acknowledgement. Rather, it was that nearly begging tone upon the King's lips that drew his attention - that simple request one that he was not only incapable of denying but also had little to no desire to not. He yearned for that closeness of their couplings perhaps as much as his body so near demanded some sort of release from that ever increasing physical excitement. His hands almost immediately found Dorian's waist, his hips thrusting against the King's own for one final moment before he shifted beneath the man, raising his knees while pushing his lover back against the softness of that bed. Those letters were altogether ignored in the wake of those needs, the man hardly caring for how their actions might affect those perfectly stacked piles upon the man's bed.

It took a moment of readjustment for the vampire to position himself ever so perfectly, his hips rolling forward confidently in that moment, so effortlessly entering that tightness of his lover's physique. His own breath hitched as Dorian's form so reacted to his entrance - that sound he was rewarded made it all the more difficult for the man to remain still in those moment's after. He could feel the King's body surrounding him, just as he was aware of his lover's fingers digging into those sheets that surrounded them. His hands remained firmly against his lover's hips, so guiding the man's form as his body thrusted with some regularity against the King's figure. His breath so quickly became unsteady in the wake of those movements, his bright blue eyes so steadily graced the silver hue of Dorian's own irises before that soft request fell from his lips, the vampire so innately aware of that singular part of Dorian's anatomy that remained unsatisfied, even as it pressed ever so slightly against his stomach at each of those roll of his own hips.

Sebastian knew well what he asked of his lover within that moment, his gaze rose to follow Dorian's hand as the man's fingers so grasped that part of him that Sebastian presently could not. That view he was afforded, that sound that left Dorian's lips at his own hand, and too those sensations that so assaulted his own figure as his hips rolled with such rhythm into the King's body cause his own lips to part, that soft groan so matching Dorian's own in that simple moment of intimacy between the two men. That simple sight of Dorian's hand so stroking his own physic was undoubtedly enticing for the vampire, that show and the results of those touch were surely felt, bringing him ever closer towards that edge of fulfillment. His bright blue eyes shifted from the King's features to the man's diligent work with his own fingers, the vampire ever so acutely aware of that quickening to the Monarch's pace, his own hips moved to so match that speed of Dorian's grinding groin, those groans falling far more often from his lips as he felt the very edge of that glorious precipice of completion. He was all too aware of that moment in which the Monarch finally lost that control, the man's body so near seeming to collapse around Sebastian himself, that sudden tightness so drawing those breathy cursed words from his lips before his head slowly tilted backwards. His eyes fluttered close as he took those final needed thrusts before his form was overcome with those feelings of pleasure. How utterly amazing those moments were! How fucking good it was.

His breath was a near pant in the wake of those feelings, the vampire pulling himself from his lover's physique before, slowly, he lowered his exhausted body upon the bed beside Dorian's own. For several moments, Sebastian allowed that silence to exist between them, the man still feeling the wake of that afterglow, his body still utterly sensitive in those precious moments. Slowly, however, the vampire rose to his elbows, his gaze sweeping around the bed and the accompanying floor surrounding them. Those neatly stacked piles had fallen into disarray, half of his own had somehow intermingled with Dorian's - that pile meant for the pair of them mostly upon the floor around them. "At this rate..." He spoke with a simper upon his features. "It will take us at least a month to get through them all." He could hardly help that look of amusement that so danced within his bright blue eyes as his gaze turned back towards the King, quite clearly teasing the man even if that coupling had been near inevitable. After all, Sebastian found his boyfriend utterly irresistible and in the wake of that sex, he found himself relishing in the idea that, one day, Dorian would be his own to have for all eternity.