Usually, Sebastian was aware to a certain extent the fashion at which others might attempt to so toy with those emotions that raged through his system. Such recognition was entirely due to his own affinity and likewise capability to produce a wide range of emotions in others with a simple chemical twist. This - however, this urging of his own subdued protective nature was a coaxing he entirely fell prey too. The vampire was nearly unable to distinguish Dorian's ability if only because somewhere deep within, and completely denied, he himself did utterly want the fairy King. The feeling of giving into that desire was entirely peculiar and yet, Sebastian was far too lost to that overwhelming need to question the accompanying need to keep Dorian for himself. Instead, the vampire's attention was entirely settled on the figure of his lover, his fingers caressing the silken flesh of Dorian's skin as he pulled him closer against him. Every brush of Dorian's fingertips against is naked skin seemed to nearly assault Sebastian with sensations that otherwise were often muted and dull. The lingering touches upon his waist and just beneath his pant line brought a whole new wave of yearning. Dorian's lips against his only fueled those desires of closeness. Frankly, Sebastian could scarcely remember the last time he felt this alive.

The plushed embrace of the bed and the sheets upon it felt all too comforting against Sebastian's skin, the velveteen of that simple fabric and the sight of Dorian above him momentarily caused those sensual longings pause if only for one realization that was perhaps even more startling for the usually carnal male. It was the simple recognition that the vampire would have been entirely content simply nestling against the sheets with the fairy in his arms and nothing more. To find enjoyment in just that was quite confounding for the vampire though the thought was hardly lingered upon long before the desire for contact of skin overwhelmed him once again. His hands deftly undid the buttons that kept Dorian's jeans fastened to his hips, removing them entirely to be rewarded with a closeness he so sought after. It was the sound of want on Dorian's lips that reignited those carnal desires within him. That touch, he was all too happy to provide, a single finger ran down the length of his companion to provide him with just a taste that would surely come later.

His words, however, seemed to have a far different effect than Sebastian had anticipated. In truth, he had suspected that such an admittance might be ill received, though the words had found their way past his lips regardless. They were, he was assured, something Dorian must have heard thousands of times uttered upon the lips of servants and those of the lower class that found themselves enamored with the King and in that even the great Sebastian was no different. He had certainly not anticipated the kiss pressed upon his lips so feverishly in response though the Englishman found himself returning it with equal fervor. The vampire's navy gaze watched as Dorian' pulled away from him ever so slightly, lamenting this sudden absence for but moments as the fairy pulled off the remaining article of clothing before repositioning himself straddled over Sebastian's lap. The vampire leaned upwards ever so slightly at his companion's request his own body entirely yearning for any sort of sensation the fae might desire to provide him. The skilled confidence of Dorian's touch, however, brought a whole new onslaught of pleasure through his system, the simple action somehow magnified in comparison to even his memory. His lips parted, providing Dorian with that exact moan he was so searching for and yet, his efforts to kiss the fairy back are somehow stifled this time with the ecstasy that such stroking provided him.

Sebastian's gaze refocused upon the man leaning against him, his lips parting to offer some sort of mumbled response to Dorian's inquiry only to find the man's tongue within his mouth. His head tilted backwards ever so slightly, his vocal cords offering yet another groan at this unexpected advancement on his companion's part. His fangs themselves were hardly different than any of the rest of his teeth, themselves not terribly reactive. It was, however, those more vampiric tendencies that were coaxed to the surface at such an innocent caress. The action of his own tongue upon them were often but habitual, a desire for the promised meal to come. This toying on his companion's part only too prompted that same want. For several moments, Sebastian allowed this teasing till he could take it no longer, the man turning to roll the couple in such a way that instead, Dorian was beneath him and himself on top. He pulled his mouth away from his companion, the vampire's lips instead dipping towards the fae's neck. He hardly gave the fairy time to react before his fangs too bit into that tender flesh. This time, the vampire's bite was higher than it had been last time. Usually, he made an effort to bite low enough that such holes could be hidden with a collar or some sort of other material but this time Sebastian wanted to mark Dorian's flesh for the world to see - to claim him in a way as his own. As he drank, his own hands dipped lower to grasp the more intimate areas of Dorian's figure, entirely matching whatever pace it was the fairy king decided to set - touch for touch.