There was perhaps, a certain truth to the fact that the words uttered upon Sebastian's lips were hardly the first admittance of such things Dorian had ever heard. He had been told in no uncertain terms, in more languages then he can count and by more people then he cares to count, of their desire for him, their need for him- even their love for him on occasion and yet such things were merely words. Within the heat of the moment he had come to discover people were often inclined to say all manner of things they later held no memory of doing or profusely apologised for and truly Dorian rarely paid them little heed. He afforded them a polite smile, some muttering of assurance and was often entirely content, at least on some occasions, to distract them thoroughly enough as to prevent them saying any such ludicrous things again. After all- the very vast majority of his life had been spent sharing beds with peasants, farmer's wives, servants, maids- the occasional dignitary or foreign ruler and yet for the most part they were...beneath him, in rank, social order- in life itself. That he had paid them any attention at all was often the greatest thrill of their lives and indeed so much of what happened after was merely because of that alone. They wanted the Kings attention, else they wanted to say they had received it and perhaps he owed them that much. After all, without such a supply of veritable admirers he would have spent 500 years utterly alone and of his mental state after that he could hardly be sure. For whatever reason Sebastian's words had given him cause to pause, they had, for the first time in a truly long time- meant something. He wanted this man to want him. More than he truly cared to admit. His lips surely affording the vampire an answer in that regard in the kiss that followed. Ah, such a dangerous game he was becoming so entangled within!

It is easy to relieve the vampire of that last bothersome item of clothing, Sebastian rather obediently leaning upward at Dorian's coaxing, allowing the Fae King to explore some perhaps previously unexplored notions. There is little about his touch that is either unpractised or under confident, Dorian entirely assured he can create near any pleasurable sensation within the vampire- he need only find the way in which Sebastian liked to have it created. Their first night together had at least afforded Dorian some carnal knowledge on just how Sebastian enjoyed being touched- Dorian rewarded with just the sound he desired. It was all too easy to capture Sebastian's lips in his own once more, the vampires attempts to return the gesture almost lazy beneath the sensation of Dorian's hand and yet truly the man hardly finds he cares in this moment- striking an easy rhythm between hand and tongue that draws another all-to pleasing groan from his companion. Exploring those fangs in which he himself held such a fascination for, curious perhaps, as to what such a thing might coax from the man beneath him in these moments of heated embrace.

It takes barely a moment for Sebastian to shift their positions, Dorian finding himself beneath his companion now and yet he hardly complained. The weight of the other man atop him was satisfying in its own way, all the places in which Sebastian's heated skin touched his own bringing with it a veritable flood of sensation Dorian craved- though it hardly distracted him from his own task, his hand rather deftly moving to encircle Sebastian once more as the vampires lips pull from his own. This time, he is given nearly no warning of the vampires intentions, Dorian barely able to brace himself for that flood of sensation his bite so often produces. That fleeting sting of pain against his neck is rapidly followed by the utterly glorious sensation of Sebastian's venom streaking through his system and in turn seeming to flare each nerve ending to life. It is nearly paralysing in the pleasure it provides him, Sebastian's touch upon him as he feeds only adding to the wave of sensation lavished upon him, very near stealing the breath from his lungs with its force. It is entirely as it was the last time, Dorian utterly unable to prevent himself reaching that point of utmost satisfaction in the moments that follow. He cannot stop the groan that is forced from his lips or the murmur of Sebastian's name that eternally seems to spill from him in these moments. Yet- this time, he is entirely determined to take Sebastian with him, grasping at whatever tendrils of control he can find through that haze of pleasure to ensure he continues to satisfy the other man- thoroughly so.

It is only when Sebastian too has been afforded that same release that Dorian ceases the motion of his own hands, his breathing ragged and heart hammering within his chest- surely having afforded the vampire quite the meal in those moments in which blood and pleasure combined. He waits only so long as it takes Sebastian to finish feeding before he shifts ever so slightly, affording his companion room to lay down beside him amongst those thoroughly crumpled sheets. It had hardly occurred to him that Sebastian had bitten higher than normal, or that there was a distinct purpose to such an action, the Fae sure to consider it later upon the discovery that these wounds were near impossible to hide and yet here and now Dorian hardly cared. It is several moments still before he can catch his breath, the Fae quite content to merely bask in these moments of satisfaction as he lays beside the other man he had so determinedly assured himself he would not become attached to. Ah- how he was losing that battle.

"Bastian?"

He manages the word at last, waiting until his companions attention had returned to him, head turning slightly until the silver of his gaze meets the rather astounding blue of Sebastian's own. He leans ever so slightly, lips brushing in a final moment of affection across the vampires cheek- the gesture decidedly chaste compared to what had just occurred before the vaguest touch of a simper finds its way to Dorians features once more.

"Is that your shirt?"

One hand moves to point across the room, the vampire's shirt somehow having come to be hanging from the very top of the wardrobe. Dorian rather....surprised by his own throwing abilities in this moment and yet he finds a smile upon his lips all the same, chuckle richly humming within his chest as he continues to simply lay beside him companion amongst those ruffled sheets with hair askew and the faintest touch of sweat to his frame. A decidedly.....satisfying moment.

"I have something to give you though you shall have to wait just a few more moments while I...find my breath."

Dorian Aragona