A small, nearly anticipatory simper graced the features of the Englishman at that velveteen chuckle he was offered. He was assured in that moment that his words were hardly lost upon the fae King that so enticed him with promises of that which Sebastian's predatory nature longed everlastingly so for. His own indigo hued irises followed every trace movement of the fae, observing the effortless fashion in which Dorian rose from his graceful recline to indeed lead the way further into the apartment and the rooms that held vastly more of his interest for but the activities that could progress within them - not that the Victorian vampire would not have been entirely satisfied taking what was promised to him in the living space, kitchen, or any other room Dorian saw fit to linger within. Nevertheless, as the duo moved up the stairs and the hallways thereafter, the entirety of Sebastian's interest remained upon the fae King. His gaze watched with want the movement of his figure as he walked - to the point that the closed doors were hardly even noticed, much less cared for. Then again, curiosity for the sake of knowledge had never particularly been Sebastian's strong point, much unlike his companion.

His eyes only briefly wandered from the fae only to grace the hue of paint and the startlingly different decorum he found himself now surrounded with. He was hardly astonished, however, at such a drastic change. The deep hues of bronze and gold personified the fairy King far greatly than those sharp edges, cold steel, and nearly feminine touches that littered the outer edges of the apartment. In a fashion, this seemed nearly a sanctuary for his companion, if he had to guess. It was dejecting, such a thought, that Dorian should find himself so lacking the lavishness of the world the two men had come from, a world that the King's status surely should have afforded him. Still - time had changed and he supposed they too would have to cope with their ongoing lives. Dorian's voice pulled Sebastian from those idle contemplations- his gaze momentarily fluttering towards the flower before the man himself. "Yes?" He inquired, hardly concerned with whatever words that next left the fairy's lips. After all, Sebastian was nearly made with the intent to be exactly what his lovers wanted of him. His mannerisms fluctuated, his appearance could shift, languages were scarcely a barrier. His entire existence revolved entirely around satisfying requests such as these. In that - he was assured Dorian would be no different.

In a way, he supposed, his companion's request was hardly surprising, Sebastian himself was perhaps the only individual he'd met within this city that still clung to such etiquette as far as Dorian was concerned. However, it was the notion of setting him free entirely from such protocol that caused Sebastian to pause. Truthfully, Sebastian always followed some sort of protocol, even if it was entirely self-imposed. To free himself entirely - to express that want, that possessiveness, that thirst, to feed the creature beneath the service so unabashedly, was Dorian really ready for everything his vampire self was capable of? "As you wish." The words had left his lips before Sebastian had truly decided how much lack of control he wished to afford his companion with. Vampires were classified as dangerous for a reason and despite the facade he wore of civility and the graces he held - he was still, at heart, one of them.

Sebastian was all too aware of the tender sensation of Dorian's fingertips brushing against the cold pallor of his flesh. His head tilted ever so slightly within Dorian's direction, the periphery of his gaze catching the fashion at which the man placed his lips against his neck. He watched in poised silence, his senses entirely dedicated to his more ravenous nature. He could hear the steady beating of Dorian's heart behind his fragile rib cage. He could smell the blood that laid beneath his tissue-paper like skin. Not eating caused the vampire to focus on one singular goal and yet, his growing affections for the man should have caused him to shove such animalistic thoughts deeply within himself. The soft breath of Dorian's exhalation on his skin certainly served to draw the vampire from that ever growing need that threatened to consume him though the words after did little to sedate such desires. "I am always ready for you, Dorian." His words were soft though hardly without that hint of mirrored lust. Dorian was entirely undeniable for the Englishman. Sebastian craved him in every sense of the world. He craved his affections, his attention, his touch, and too the delectable blood that ran through his veins. Gingerly, Sebastian reached up to pull Dorian's hand within his own. His fingers interlaced within his companion's in a lover's touch before, slowly, and carefully pulling his wrist upwards. His own darkly hued eyes glanced within the direction of the fae, ensuring that he was prepared for that sharp pain that surely would come before his own intoxicatingly delightful "poison" took off that edge. His lips brushed against Dorian's wrist, his cheek pressed against the man's palm before his tongue, in a slow, languid movement, licked the flesh beneath which he could feel that vein. He provided Dorian one final kiss upon his wrist before his fangs bit into the fairy's skin, creating two perfectly symmetrical marks.

The blood that filled his mouth was nothing short of glorious and all too eagerly did Sebastian enjoy it's taste. He stepped backwards ever so slightly in that moment, yearning to feel Dorian's body flush against his. It was an entirely natural and yet, perhaps even slightly vulnerable act for the vampire though he was too lost in the world of blood to even truly realize his actions. It was this point that was always the hardest - stopping. He was aware of the way their hearts beat in reaction to the blood he stole from them, it was that singular sound that spoke of that point he must abide by, and yet, Dorian had promised him more than just this bit. It was difficult to judge, just how much he could take to leave himself with a sufficient amount too afterwards to take yet again. It was, at the very least, enough to take that edge of hunger off, enough to give his dead just a touch of color and enough to turn that deep, hueless indigo of his irises instead to a slightly lighter royal blue.

Slowly, he pulled his lips from Dorian's wrist, licking the holes he'd made gingerly once more if only to allow his saliva to encourage the clotting. He turned ever so slightly to face his companion, his fingertips reaching out to push the man against the now closed door. His hands embraced both sides of Dorian's neck before he stepped closer to press his lips feverishly against his companion's - the first true kiss since their last night spent together in his own bedroom. His own affinity reached out now, fully intending to assault Dorian's own emotions if only for the simple selfish truth that in that moment, he wanted Dorian to need him in the same way that he so desired the man against him.