There was something altogether...pleasing...of the sound he coaxed from Dorian's lips at the sensation of his bite. He could scarcely deny the fashion in which even a chaste moment such as this manage to incite such a demanding craving for the fairy. There was something almost intimate about this nearly ritualistic exchange of blood for life that Sebastian found alluring - it was a moment his other meals somehow lacked. Dorian tasted exquisite, of that Sebastian certainly couldn't deny. He'd nearly forgotten how utterly delicious the man was, in more ways perhaps then just one. Sebastian was entirely away of the brush of Dorian's lips against his skin, his flesh slowly reacting more with each passing moment that Dorian's blood ran through his veins. And yet, despite how utterly intoxicating this moment was, and how utterly difficult it was to do so, Sebastian found his lips slowly pulling away from the fairy's wrist, the Englishman's need for blood cut off by his own selfish desires for what tonight held in store for them. Things were, after all, only just beginning and he hardly wanted to cut their entanglement short. Not yet. He still wanted so much more of Dorian.

It was that incessant desire that saw Sebastian drop the man's wrist in favor of pinning him against the now shut door, his pressing against the fairy's in a simple desire to communicate all of those feelings he more often than not simply failed to voice. His kisses too were laced with that thirst, the vampire having truthfully forgotten entirely the taste of blood that still marred his lips and mouth as a whole. This was, after all, all so natural to him now. The vampire was all too aware of Dorian's hands nestled into his hair as his own affinity attempted to coax to life the reaction he hardly thought he'd receive without his direct intervention. It was, after all, how things often went. Some were too drunk to know what they wanted, others too filled with whatever despondent emotions and some still simply too shy to engage with him if not for his metaphorical heavy hand. For so long that was all his life had consisted of that the willingness of his companion to explore the full range of his sensations was still just so entirely bizarre - though hardly unwanted.

And oh how he wanted! He was aware of the change in the king's heartbeat, much less the ragged sound of his voice and innately he assumed it largely a result of his own affinity rather then anything beyond. The sensation of Dorian's teeth biting into his bottom lip was enough to coax a groan from his own vocal cords. The kiss, however was short lived before Sebastian felt the edges of Dorian's fingertips upon his flesh and without protest the man obliged his request, lifting his arms enough that the shirt was peeled off and discarded somewhere behind them. Dorian's voice, however, caused Sebastian to pause. "Show me." His own voice entirely breathy as his own hands dropped from the man's neck to his waist, fully intending to pull him closer. His gaze dropped ever so slightly towards Dorian's fingers, his gaze watching with inquisitiveness the ease at which the fellow had mastered the undoing of his own jeans. For a brief moment, Sebastian could scarcely stop the laughter that left his own lips, his azure eyes glancing upwards with an entirely warm grin. "Good job." He muttered softly as Dorian pulled him once again against him - an action Sebastian yearned for.

In that moment, as he drew Dorian against his form, he found himself giving into a desire he'd harbored perhaps the moment their first evening had ended - one that he had entirely refused to acknowledge. It was a thing he often avoided at all costs, even entirely disappearing in the past when but an inkling of this filled his soul. In that moment, he wanted Dorian entirely for himself. He wanted to call Dorian his. And perhaps most of all, he hardly wanted to share the man with anyone. Those overwhelming desires for the fae prompted Sebastian's own fingers to reach out and like was coax up the shirt that Dorian wore, letting it too be lost amongst the man's bedroom before his lips pressed once again against the fae King's. He was all too aware of that teasing trail of touch Dorian's fingers left upon his hips, his skin nearly tingled from just that brush of flesh, the teasing enough to pull a small soft whine from his lips. His fingers, however, fitted into the loops of Dorian's jeans, taking a step back to pull the fairy further into the room and towards the bed. His progress was small, the vampire cautious of the room he neither could see nor knew in any great detail and yet, it wasn't terribly long before his heel grazed against the edge of the bed. His arms wrapped around the fairy in a nearly protective gesture before Sebastian quite literally let himself fall backwards against the sheets, his crystalline gaze glancing upwards at those entrancing silver eyes.

For once, perhaps, teasing was not entirely apart of Sebastian's agenda. His entire goal tonight was to please rather than that toying with that he so relied upon. It was that shift in thought that caused Sebastian to entirely skip such usual methods of simply touching everywhere but the place his hands were desired most. His fingers, fitted carefully between their bodies just enough to undo the button on Dorian's own jeans, before he pulled them down as well as he could manage, given their current position. His voice was soft in Dorian's ear during such an action, his words ones that perhaps might never have left his lips were it not for Dorian's own affinity. "God, how I want you."