That distinctively appetizing flavor called to the vampire, coaxing within him a far more instinctive desire. It was silly, really. He had hardly gone without eating during those two days Dorian had been away and yet, no other blood quite compared to that of the Monarch. He knew, innately, that part of the appeal with his own species natural inclination to the rarity and the magic within the fae blood and yet it was certainly more then that. Dorian was the first lover he'd ever had who so willingly embrace that vampiric side of him. This thing they shared had a fashion of so awing him with the way the King so willingly awoken those urges within him. His hands shifted to Dorian's neck, giving him far more control of that kiss as he pressed his lips ever more firmly against his lover's own, his tongue all too eager to caress Dorian's own for any further taste the man might have been willing to provide him. He was oblivious, truly, to how much Dorian enjoyed appealing to every facet of the vampire, the man near singularly purposed in that almost demanding and fervorous kiss. He hardly fought his lover, however, as Dorian pulled away, even if a moan of regret reverberated within the man's throat.

He shifted closer towards the fae King, altogether aware of that simple fact that Dorian would surely feel that ever increasing tightness to those already form fitted jeans. That press of Dorian's lips upon his neck caused his head to tilt to the opposite side ever so slightly, providing his lover with unrestricted access to those places that were so incredibly sensitive to those tender caresses. His breath hitched ever so slightly as Dorian's hands came to rest upon his hips. Sebastian hardly anticipated his lover's hot breath against his skin, those whispered words wholly drawing his attention in that moment as his blue eyes refocused upon the King with a certain sort of dubiousness. He knew well Dorian's preference for underwear when he so often went without. Truly, he found it quite unbelievable that the fae King might have forgotten something he usually deemed so necessary. Sebastian eyed that warm grin upon his lover's lips before the vampire reached forward, his hand flattening against his lover's skin only to move abruptly beneath the hemline of those jeans, uncaring of the button and zipper or the tightness that his own wrist might bring to his lover's waistline. Rather, it was that rare glimpse of curiosity that so caused his fingers to brush against the length of his lover's figure, the vampire wholly surprised to find that Dorian had been nothing but truthful with such a teasing notion.

He was aware, instantly, of that firmness his fingers were so capable of producing within his lover and oh how he relished such a reaction! That soft groan from Dorian's lips prompted a wicked sort of simper upon his features. He adored those sounds, each moan and groan somehow entirely more arousing than he was certain it should be. That shift of the man's hips was hardly ignored, the vampire all too willing to take all of his lover within the palm of his hand as his thumb gingerly caressed that silken, sensitive skin. This was exactly what he wanted. How he so lusted after the man before him, that sight surely undeniable in every fashion. That hitch of his lover's breath hardly went unnoticed and yet, even so, the vampire was content to merely whine after how Dorian had gone for days in such a tempting fashion without Sebastian there to appreciate that lack of clothing. Those words muttered around that heavy breath only managed to increase that near mischievous grin to his features as he momentarily considered all the things he could have done with such teasing information. "You would have had a very interesting two days if you had." After all, Dorian had so eagerly embraced those more scandalous text messages that evening he'd spent ensuring Arlo got laid. The things he could have done if he'd had two days to tease his lover!

Such erotic thoughts, however, were momentarily pushed aside as that soft moan left his lover's lips. His blue eyes fell upon that tantalizing skin of Dorian's neck as the man tilted his head back ever so slightly, those silver eyes fluttering closed. For a brief moment, he found himself nibbling upon his bottom lip as Dorian's hips shifted against his hand, near encouraging a touch far more rewarding than what he was sure he was providing. It would have been so easy to give into those wants and yet after all that time staring at the store shelves for a gift Dorian might enjoy, it seemed a shame to waste such an opportunity. His lips delicately pressed against Dorian's own and yet, that kiss was far more fleeting than all the others before had been. His own gaze met the inquisitive glimpse across the Italian's features before the vampire felt fit to announce in a softly uttered tone that he had acquired something for them. It was, perhaps, not entirely for the both of them so much as it was for Dorian himself and yet, that present would surely serve to arouse him all the same. Them somehow felt far more of a correct term. He was well aware of that glimpse of surprise, much less the man's attempt to speak around those ever increasing sounds he so enjoyed. That idle inquiry, however, caused his own head to bob through the thoughts of such a present quickly fell second to that caress of Dorian's fingers against his jeans.

That outline of his own want was particularly clear in that already tight jeans and yet, that firm touch he had been thus far denied caused his lips to part. Sebastian's even breath faltered at that trailing sensation, his desire blatantly pressing against that uncomfortable material. His lips pressed against the King's, entirely unexpecting the fashion Dorian's teeth so captured his nip, tugging on it that way that so immediately tended to award the man with his full attention, now that Dorian did not have it already. He could hardly deny that that gift had quickly fallen to the back of his mind in the wake of those far more pressing and vastly more arousing touches of the Monarch. That warm breath sent a small shudder down his spine and yet, the vampire's gaze slowly flickered towards the bed. "It's in the nightstand." He commented softly, fully allowing his lover discover that peculiar gift all on his own. Slowly, his released his hold on the man, his fingers trailing up the length of the King as he withdrew his hand, pausing just long enough to undo that button and the accompanying zipper in an effort to at least reduce that discomfort Dorian surely must have felt.

That gift was still wrapped in the box that it had been bought in, the box itself entirely luid in it's effort to explain not only what was inside but all the ways that it could be utilized. Such objects to be used during sex was hardly a novel idea. After all, women had enjoyed such toys of sorts for centuries. Rather, it was only recently that such objects were created for the pleasure of their gender. He was entirely certain Dorian would hardly know what to do with the object and yet, was that not half the fun of their sexual encounters? The experimentation? Tonight, it would seem, was Sebastian's turn to so push the envelope.