In those simple moments, there was surely nothing that could draw his gaze away from the Italian King. That scruffiness upon the man's cheeks, chin and upper lip had a fashion of not only aging the fae ever so slightly but too brought with it a certain sort of air of suave aristocracy that Sebastian found himself entirely attracted to. Even that sudden announcement of their need to learn golf was not enough to tear his gaze away from from his King, even as his nose scrunched ever so slightly in a show of distaste. Thankfully, any further thought of such a game was near but forgotten as his lover's hand rose to gingerly brush against his own cheek, that very small action all but entrancing. He could hardly help those desires that so bubbled within him - the want to take that hand within his own, to brush his lips against that very place upon the Monarch's features. How he so selfishly loved the Italian before him, even if those words were not vocalized often enough. Tonight, however, and those days they'd spent apart, prompted some sort of unusual desire to ensure Dorian was well aware of his infatuation, both physically and emotionally.

That idle inquiry of whether or not Sebastian minded that facial hair prompted the vampire's eyebrows to raise ever so slightly, the man unable to help that warm grin that had settled across his features. That pause was added for dramatic effect and yet, that reassurance fell from his lips promptly afterwards, those blue irises entirely content to linger upon his lover's facial features as those sensual thoughts so filled every corner of his mind, prompting within the vampire the beginning of that arousal that Dorian was often so easily capable of coaxing from him. He found himself biting upon thoat lower lip as the Englishman so considered all the ways he would have liked to have the fae King tonight, much less within that very moment. Those fantasies so intently toying at his thoughts and yet, the man had not truly considered that such a habitual action might have signified to the fae of those very considerations. He was aware, innately so, of that quickened beat to his lover's heart, that unconscious action only further managing to arouse that more primal side of him that he so very often forced to be dormant. That word 'irresistible' so perfectly defined the Monarch tonight, Sebastian wholly struggling to keep those hands to himself in those moments.

In fact, it was that sudden shift of the man that prompted a huff from his lips, the vampire entirely unready to let go of the King and yet, it would seem, he had little choice on the matter. That idle inquiry of his thoughts upon the outfit the fae wore had a way of giving the man an excuse to let his gaze so linger upon those muscles he so adored. There was no doubt within Sebastian's mind that Dorian was beautiful, in every facet of the word. He was perfect. His hands slowly reached out, those fingers brushing with a sort of amazement against that silky skin of Dorian's muscles, feeling that simple power that laid so innocently within the otherwise gentle man. It took him a moment before the vampire commented on that outfit's capability to show off those facets of the King that were often hidden beneath long, modest sleeves. It was incredibly selfish of him and yet, this was a part of the Italian he so wished to keep for himself, the vampire near uttering such even if it was veiled with a teasing tone.

That insistence that Dorian knew well he would like such attire brought a soft chuckle to his lips, "I do." He admitted, even while Dorian's finger's tugged at his shirt, the vampire stepping forward without the slightest hesitation. Sebastian settled himself between his lover's legs, his hands settled upon his lover's hips as Dorian's lips pressed against his jaw, coaxing a soft sound of want from his lips. He needed Dorian within that moment. He yearned to feel the man's bare skin against his own, to press his lips in all those places he knew Dorian so enjoyed. His lips eagerly met the King's own, meeting each of those fluttering kisses with ones of his own. Even they were hardly enough for the vampire. That idle comment on how much Dorian missed him was easily dismissed with the assurance that he could near promise that he had missed the Monarch far greater. In those evenings alone, it had near felt as if apart of him was gone, his heart was somehow void within his lover. It was a strange feeling, and yet, that absence of the man brought about the realization of how much he loved Dorian. Those feelings so plagued his very heart in that moment as he leaned forward to nestle his nose against his lover's cheek, continuing lower only to let those fangs brush against his lover's neck.

God, he loved the way the Monarch's breath hitched at the slightest brush of those canines, entirely anticipating the sensations Sebastian alone was capable of affording him. A warm simper crossed his features as his lips pressed but one final time against his lover's flesh before that idea was so softly uttered against his lover's skin. Dorian's acceptance of such a selfish idea only caused that grin to widen ever so slightly, the vampire stepping away as Dorian slid off the fence, his fingers fitting within the Englishman's own. Sebastian was all too willing to let his lover lead the way back into the house and up those stairs, the man wholly anticipating what he knew would happen behind that closed door, in some fashion or another. His own body so readily reacted to that simple expectation as his lover closed the bedroom door behind him. Sebastian took a step backwards at that soft press of his lover's hands against his shoulders, the wall hitting his spine. His eyes remained settled upon his lover as Dorian stepped closer and yet, those lips all too eagerly met the fae's own. His lips parted, allowing his lover's tongue to slide into his mouth as he drew Dorian against his figure. How he adored being pinned by his lover, how he had longed for the sensation of the King's body against the length of his own!

Sebastian was acutely aware of the movement of his lover's tongue against his fangs, that press of that muscle against his mouth caused his blue eyes to flutter open before that simple taste of blood landed upon his tongue. His hands near immediately shifted to the King's neck, that kiss suddenly more forceful than it had been before as his tongue gingerly caressed his lover's own for that sweet flavor of what he'd been denied. He was hardly surprised, truly, when Dorian's tongue so retreated to leave him lacking that decadent flavor. A soft groan of protest left his lips and yet, the vampire hardly made an effort to kiss the king again. Rather, he shifted with a vague hint of discomfort at his jeans growing tightness upon his figure, Dorian's fingers certainly helping the effort as they trailed around the hem line. "Hmm?" Those words were softly uttered in response to the Monarch, the vampire entirely distracted by the sensation of his lover's lips against his neck. That tender flesh was altogether vulnerable to those delicate brushes of his lover's lips, eliciting a groan from his mouth. That trail ended just beneath his ear, those last few words but a whisper against his skin and yet, in those moments, Sebastian's attention was wholly ensnared by that singular thought.

His eyebrows rose, his gaze shifted but briefly towards his lover before his hands moved down towards Dorian's jeans. He hardly bothered with the button or the zipper of those pants, the vampire instead letting a hand slide beneath the fabric of that material in a clear intention to see for himself if Dorian was being truthful. His fingers so delicately ran down the length of the fae King before gingerly cupping the King, his head shaking ever so slightly in disbelief. "You went two days like this and I didn't even get to enjoy it?" He whined in a clear complaint. The cruelty of this! For several moments, his thumb was content to caress the Monarch, clearly intending to make up for lost time as his lips delicately pressed against the King's own. That kiss was wholly fleeting, the vampire clearly considering something before he saw fit to speak those thoughts. "I got us a present while you gone." He commented softly, eying the King in the wake of those words. He hadn't intended to give such a gift to the Monarch quite yet, though, truly, Sebastian was equally as uncertain that he had it within him to stand through their normal foreplay, the vampire entirely steadfast in that singular desire. He wanted to feel that emotional closeness that came in the aftermath of such couplings as much as he desired the intimacy itself. In that moment, Sebastian so desperately wanted it all.