Those blue eyes lingered upon the figure of the fae Monarch he so deeply cherished, the Englishman so focused that he hardly paid attention to the slight flick of those horses ear's, giving away his position. It was the sound of those Italian words that prompted a soft chuckle on his lips, giving away Dorian's knowledge of his presence. He saw little reason to deny himself the fae Monarch any longer, the vampire so near craving that feeling of his lover in every fashion. He missed the way the man smelled, he missed the taste of his lips, he missed those soft caresses. How things had changed so greatly! Sebastian had once thought so little of his conquests, he'd often left his own wife for hours at a time in an effort to hunt or to follow after some sort of business transaction and yet, here he was, unable to handle a mere two days without Dorian physically in his life. It was only once his arms had wrapped around the fae, placing his lover's back against his chest that Sebastian felt some sort of rightness within the world. A small simper settled on his features as Dorian leaned back into his embrace, his lips gingerly pressed against his lover's cheek in a show of affection before he uttered of just how much trouble he was capable of getting into without the Monarch there to keep watch.

That touch of his lips against that rugged skin near immediately drew the vampire's attention, a singular hand leaving his lover's waist only to reach up and brush against the man's jawline, turning his features just so. Those blue eyes fell upon that scruff that so adorned the King's face and yet, Sebastian could hardly say he was averse to it in any fashion. In fact, he was rather certain it made the Monarch far more alluring than he already was, if such a thing was even possible. How something so simple could so bring about the beginnings of that need within his loins was near a mystery, particularly when Sebastian had never found himself so incredibly attracted to such facial hair before and yet, on Dorian alone...God, he was intoxicating. His fingers gingerly ran along the fae King's cheek, letting that prickly hair so toy with his skin and yet, the vampire was keenly aware of that almost bashful glimpse upon his lover's features. It was so rare to see the man in such a state that Sebastian could only guess one of two things had happened - either Dorian had been far too busy to shave, or those meetings had been so stressful that the thought had not crossed the fae's mind, as unlikely as it was. Even so, he inquired softly after it, hardly giving the man a chance to respond before his lips so sweetly pressed against Dorian's own.

He entirely welcomed that deepening of that kiss, the vampire shifting closer towards his lover in that sweet moment. How he had yearned for this very moment over the past two days and yet, Sebastian could hardly help that simple joy within him that, perhaps, Dorian had missed him nearly as much as he had lamented the fae's absence. He certainly wasn't ready for that kiss to end and yet, the man had little choice in the matter as Dorian pulled away but slightly, settling back into the vampire's embrace. It was wholly tempting to simply steal the Monarch from those equine and drag him up into that bedroom. That possessiveness within him awakened with such a desire to have the man to himself in every way possible. Those urges were far more primal and yet, there was a part of the Englishman that was exactly that - more creature than mortal. Even so, his gaze remained steadfast upon the fae as Dorian offered him a tale of success in that time he'd spent away. It was, however, that notion of golf that saw his own nose scrunch ever so slightly in distaste. He found the sport dreadfully boring and yet, it was perhaps beneficial that playing such a game at night was near impossible, the vampire thus far had been all but spared from such gentlemanly activities. Thankfully, Dorian too hardly seemed interested in lingering upon such thoughts of golf, that hand raising to rub against his cheek in that wholly tempting fashion.

That inquiry whether or not he minded it, however, only coaxed a warm smile upon his features before the vampire shook his head ever so slightly. "I think....you look extra irresistible." He admitted, biting his own bottom lip ever so slightly in the process. His thoughts had already turned to all those things he'd like to do to that King, all those things he'd like to see, all those touches he'd like to subject the man to. His thoughts were near racing with such lewd considerations. Still, it wasn't often, truly, that Sebastian vocalized his attraction to the fae. That alone surely noteworthy and yet, Dorian apparently hardly seemed done with what novelties he intended to show off tonight. A soft breath of regret left his lips as Dorian shifted from his embrace, turning on top of that fence to face him and, in turn, provide him a full view of his lover's figure. His blue eyes slowly shifted down the length of the King's frame, eying every facet of that outfit and how it clung to his lover's fit physique. He eyed his lover's muscular arms, his own hands gingerly reaching out to brush down the length of his bare biceps in a wholly appreciative fashion. "It certainly does show off all of your assets." He commented, glancing up at the fae as his fingers slowly left the King's flesh. "I don't think I can let you out of the house like this. Someone else might want to steal you away from me." There was an almost teasing smirk upon his features as he eyed Dorian. It wasn't often when either man was given to such casual dress and yet, this suited the King.

He hardly expected the way Dorian reached out, the man's fingers grasping at the front of his shirt. Sebastian all too eagerly closed the distance between them, stepping between his lover's legs only to place his hands upon the fae's hips. The genteel caress of the King's lips against his jawline drew a soft sound from the back of his throat before his mouth met each fluttering kiss he was afforded, altogether craving more than just that. The fae's arms settled around his shoulders in a fashion Sebastian enjoyed - though truly any touch of affection from the King was taken with the same desperation as a single drop of water in a desert. That inquiry caused his head to tilt ever so slightly to the side, as if the man was considering that question before he shook his head once again, "I promise it is not as much as I missed you." It was ridiculous, surely, and yet, in those moments, Sebastian found himself incapable of having enough of the King's attention. He leaned forward, his nose ever so softly brushing against his lover's cheek as he left his own kiss upon Dorian's jawline. His mouth moved further down towards his lover's neck, those fangs lightly toying with that tender flesh and yet, the vampire was altogether careful to ensure those sharpened canines failed to pierce skin. Even so, he left one final kiss upon Dorian's flesh before he pulled away just enough to offer in whispered words, "Mmm....Dorian, how would you feel about going inside and locking ourselves in the bedroom for the rest of the evening?" How he wanted to feel his lover's skin against his own and how this failed to satisfy those ever growing needs to closeness. Two days was far, far too long.