He affords Sebastian no more than the simplest of nods in response to the vampires agreement to forgo at least some of the protocol that so guided both their existences in some fashion or another. Dorian content to at least allow the man to be free of the formalities that any differing status between them might so have encouraged within the ages past. After all, there are times, situations, in which Dorian himself finds little pleasure in the need of others to remain so firmly upon the field of what is appropriate to say or do in the presence of a King. He doubted, truly, that Sebastian would find himself so entangled in such regulations here and now and yet the Fae simply seeks to eliminate that all the same. He knows, to some extent, entirely what he is doing. He is not merely coaxing death, he is flirting with it, quite literally so and yet despite the very nature of such a thing he finds he trusts the man all the same. As Sebastian had once trusted him not to throw open every blind within the bedroom, Dorian finds himself trusting his own existence the man before him. Trust for his life not something often or easily given.

His lips easily find the cool skin of the other man's neck and shoulder, it is no more than the softest of caresses and yet Dorian simply seeks to encourage those first few sparks of desire he remains assured is well within his capability to coax from the vampire. The whisper of his voice assuring the other man he had not forgotten the promise he had made to take edge from his hunger and allow him that very taste of life he craved. His lips pull easily into a smile upon the others man flesh at the words he is offered, Sebastian's voice holding within it a lust Dorian takes pleasure in hearing before the vampires fingers interlace with his own in a gesture almost affectionate. He allows the other man to guide his wrist upwards. His head nodded softly once more as the vampires gaze finds his own, as if to seek some assurance he was entirely ready for that subtle sting that so seemed to precede the rush of venom that followed. He affords himself barely a moment to consider if, not so lost within the moment as he had been the last time, that such a thing may be more painful and yet such a line of thought exists only so long as it takes the feeling of Sebastian's lips and tongue to become apparent in their search for the vein beneath. His fingers curl lightly upward, grazing along the mans cheek as he feels it rest against his hand before the vampires fangs puncture so swiftly into his wrist. The sting of the bite however is quickly and thoroughly overcome by the venom that follows it. That intoxicating rush drawing a groan of pleasure from within himself he is entirely incapable of preventing. Ah, he had forgotten how utterly glorious that was!

He feels Sebastian shift backwards ever so slightly, Dorian entirely content to allow the other man to press against him, he himself relishing that feeling of the vampires rapidly warming form against his own. His lips once more brush against the other man's neck, teasing a pattern upon it- this single place all he can truly reach in this moment in an effort to satisfy that utter need he had for Sebastian here and now. There is something almost exquisite, truly, in the manner in which colour seems to return to the vampire so readily, his skin afforded that flush of life, his gaze seeming to grow all the more blue. It is almost wholly satisfying to the Fae, to see what his blood might do, Dorian dimly aware of Sebastian licking his wrist once more, seeking to offer some healing to the wounds he had made. He knew entirely that how much blood to afford Sebastian each time was something of a guessing game for them both and yet truly he trusts the other man to know when to stop. He has too. Within the grips of that blissful perfection it affords him he can do little else.

He finds himself being pushed backwards and against the door. Sebastian's lips upon his own are almost feverish in their desire and truly Dorian welcomes it entirely, he had very near craved it since their first night together and indeed he returns the gesture with just as much force and a moan of pleasure. He can taste the blood on Sebastian lips and yet he hardly finds he cares, relishing in even this sensation. His own hands reach upward, entangling themselves in the dirty blonde of his partner's hair. He is oblivious, just as he had been the first time, to Sebastian's power very near crashing into him like a proverbial wave, further stoking each and every desire that already existed. Had he been aware of Sebastian's own fear, that such emotions might not have been returned freely, he would surely have laughed at the sheer impossibility of such a thing. Each and every desire Sebastian's power sought to draw from him already existed entirely on its own. That touch of his affinity simply encouraging it with more force. His breathing has readily become heavier, his heart rate surely along with it- oh how he desired this man in every way! He pulls back from Sebastian's lips now, his own teeth grazing the vampire's bottom lip in a distinctly sensual fashion, biting softly upon it before his hands travel downward. His fingers tease ever so briefly at the hem of the man's shirt before he catches it within his grasp, pulling it softly upward, encouraging Sebastian to raise his arms upwards so Dorian can remove it entirely- tossing it somewhere into the room. He desires to feel as much of Sebastian's now heated skin as he can against him.

"Do you wish to see something I learned?"

There is a distinctly heated edge to words as his gaze lifts to Sebastian's own now, lip quirking slightly upward in a simper as one finger reaches suddenly forward to catch the hem of the man's jeans. His thumb easily presses against the button at the top, undoing it in a single, easy motion, catching the zipper in the same moment to draw it easily downward with a practiced ease far superior to the last time he had, rather poorly, tried to undo Sebastian's jeans. A week, it seems, is sufficient time for Dorian to learn something new, both eyes lifting almost playful now as a chuckle rolls richly from within his throat and Dorian pulls the man back against him. He is distinctly unaware of his own affinity, one that has not existed until here and now, something teased to life perhaps by the vampire himself and Dorian's very desire to have him closer, the faintest touch of his own unknown power brushing ever so delicately against Sebastian now. It is no more than a touch, the gentlest of encouragement to keep Sebastian close, to have him feel....protective, possessive even- of the Fae within his arms without tainting any of that near feverish need, deepening whatever bond already existed between the pair in his own ever so subtle fashion.

His lips return fervently to Sebastian's own now, his hands resting on the other man's hips, fingers continuing to dip with promising tease below that loosened waistline- all too aware that each sensation he afforded the vampire now was sure to be distinctly more...potent with life running so richly and gloriously within his veins.

Dorian Aragona