Despite that unquenchable thirst for blood, Sebastian was too entirely aware of that ragged breath that left his companion's lips as his venom laced through his veins. He was aware of the groans that filled the air and, perhaps even better still, the moans that formed the syllables of his own name. There was something he utterly loved about the sound of his name in those husky tones as Dorian found himself assaulted with whatever pleasurable sensation that the vampire could provide him. Dorian's touch upon his own skin saw his own feeding pause, his breath hot and rapid against the skin on Dorian's neck as the fae embraced him with the skilled touch of his hand. There was something undeniably arousing with blood on his lips and in his mouth, Dorian beneath him and the King's erotic caress upon his skin. Dorian's own satisfaction certainly contributing to Sebastian's increasingly waning control. In the end, it was perhaps but seconds after the fae King himself that Sebastian found himself too reaching that pinnacle of pleasure. His own groans surely combining with Dorian's in those beautiful moments of intimacy before silence once again be fell the room - breeched only by that haggard sound of breath. Gingerly, Sebastian's tongue caressed his companion's neck, encouraging those wounds to cease the bleeding he had so inflicted upon Dorian.

The Englishman hardly lingered long before he rolled off the fae and onto his back next to the fairy King. His hand lingered upon Dorian's thigh, not yet wanting to break that contact of touch entirely. Inquisitively, Sebastian found himself still thirsting for the simple closeness of the fairy's figure against his though he hardly questioned after this want in too much detail. After all, it was hardly that abnormal after such a coupling - well, at least for other individuals. Sebastian rarely still felt the desire to cling to them once his thirst had been satisfied and yet, still here he was, resisting those urges that demanded closeness beyond the simple resting of his hand. Despite all of his best attempts, the vampire knew that this once, he was quickly becoming perhaps a bit too fond of his companion. It would surely lead him nowhere good and yet, he found that he hardly cared - not this time.

His thoughts were pulled from such a troubling conundrum by the sound of his name on Dorian's lips. "Hm?" He inquired, his now crystalline blue eyes turning towards the man with a questioning look on his features. He watched as the man leaned closer, his lips brushing against Sebastian's cheek and slowly a warm simper danced across his features. "Does that mean I've done well?" Sebastian asked in an entirely jesting fashion though in truth, such a simple show of affection had rather mixed connotations for the male. It was so often that he reached over to offer that very same peck upon the cheek in an effort to reassure those demure and unconfident women and men alike that their performance was fantastic enough that he still cared for them - for that night. Of course, he hardly expected to fail Dorian in that regard, perhaps a bit too confident of his abilities beneath the sheets. He hardly dwelled on it long though, instead glancing towards the where Dorian pointed, his eyebrows raising ever so slightly at the sight of his own clothing.

"So it is." He spoke after a moment, quite clearly bemused at it's presence. "You have good aim, Dorian." His grip tightening on Dorian's thigh ever so slightly for a moment in a small show of affection though he made no effort to retrieve his thrown article, instead simply settling back against the sheets as he attempted to regain his own breath. Sebastian certainly had to admit that making love to Dorian had it's merits - so very few left him so exhausted and yet entirely satisfied. His gaze shifted back towards Dorian as the man continued to speak, his eyebrows rising ever so slightly at the mention of this mysterious gift. He had hardly expected any sort of present of any kind - the blood that Dorian gave him to sustain his existence a gift enough and yet, without seeing this thing Dorian had, the man hardly was in a place to protest. Instead Sebastian only nodded, "Take your time." And in truth, he meant it. The quicker Dorian moved, the sooner it would surely come to excuse himself and return to his own hotel room. Sebastian wanted to enjoy this moment just a little bit longer.