There is an ease with which those teasing lyrics so readily draw from the man a momentary chuckle, the sound enriched with both amusement and yet contentment- in a fashion. These are the conversations he is perhaps far better at having when nestled within his own bed sheets and indeed he hardly minds the imagery such words readily paint across his mind as Sebastian shifts to face him a little more. There are, he thinks, no places he would mind Sebastian tasting in any sense of the word. Indeed even despite his own relative exhaustion and the recent return to a steady, more rhythmical beat of heart and ease of breath the man finds himself quite satisfied with such thoughts. Perhaps a little too much. The vaguest ache has already made itself known within his groin and indeed within his current state of undress it is a near impossibility to hide that subtle shift. The Fae King changes once more, this time rolling lightly upon his stomach, head resting atop his folded arms once more in a position he seemed to have a habit of taking up- facing his companion all the same.

"That is entirely your fault. I shall have to lay like this now."

There is no true displeasure in his voice, each accented lyric afforded that teasing edge. Sebastian, it seemed, was entirely capable of providing him with rather a number of 'firsts' in every regard. Dorian incapable truly of remembering the last time any other had so threatened to draw from him a second time and within the same evening! Such things were decidedly rare and yet far from displeasing. Few ever possessing the talent to engage him in such delights as that and yet it is perhaps to something slightly less teasing Dorian finds himself guiding their conversation. If only because it plays upon his mind, because he desires to assure himself- to assure both of them perhaps- that there is yet another next time to be had. It is, after all, well within the rights of the vampire to refuse any further nights as he had surely done before and yet Dorian is assured such a thing would be greatly displeasing to him all the same. His growing affections, it seemed, would find themselves content in only one answer. Silvery eyes continue to linger upon the man resting beside him as Sebastian seems to consider such a proposal if for but a moment before declaring his lack of opposition to such a thing. A warm simper finds itself alighting Dorian's features in response, head nodded in a subtle display of his satisfaction with such a thing. With the promise of next time assured the Fae finds himself content to return them, perhaps, to a conversation they each excel at far more readily and indeed engage within with no lack of ease.

His fingers skate near feather light across his companions own thigh in the most subtle of reminders of at least one place that still remained unexplored, the chuckle he is rewarded with no less pleasing as his companion spoke once more. Ah! But what ideas such words might allow him to consider! He finds himself robbed of a sigh within that moment and yet one that holds within it a taint of want all the same.

"Bastien, do you know-"

It is easy to shift ever so slightly closer, lips pressed easily, if not almost lazily along Sebastian's neck and jaw before he pulls himself away.

"-that if it were not so I find myself exhausted from what we have already done I should surely take you a second time and offer you little choice."

There is no lack of heat to such words, Dorian himself allowing a final chuckle to roll within his throat before he rolls lightly away from the vampire once more to rest beside him a second time.

"I suppose though- we must be sensible. Sometimes I dislike sensible though."

Sebastian was right to deny him any such further things tonight, Dorian entirely assured of that and yet this too does not prevent him from lamenting upon such a loss. For perhaps the first time this evening Dorian is incapable of preventing the yawn that tugs at him, the man assured it is decidedly rare for him to be this tired even after such things, his fitness for such activities decidedly good and yet perhaps his loss of blood contributes in no small manner to this drain upon him. Sebastian's marks still entirely clear upon his neck and wrist though both had long since ceased to bleed in response to the man's saliva. How he would hide such things from Samantha he had not yet considered and yet, in truth, neither mark was easy to conceal in any fashion. The mark upon his neck near impossible, far higher than it had been the last time and yet Dorian hardly finds he cares.

"We shall simply have to practice then."

He offers at last, entirely unopposed to such an idea all the same, assured Sebastian can be taught to take just as they need. It would take a little time perhaps and yet what is immortality if not time? Dorian lowers his head once more, resting easily upon his hands now as several locks of blonde tinged hair tumble into his gaze and the Fae moves to lazily brush them aside- stifling yet another yawn in perhaps a futile effort to stave off sleep. It is rare for him to find such contentment and yet tonight he had surely found such a thing- in more ways then one.

Dorian Aragona