The Englishman was entirely aware of the fashion in which his companions body seemed to so eagerly react to the picture such words had painted with his mind. That simple shift with his lover's figure was enough to bring a warm smile flush upon the vampires entirely alive features. Unfortunately, Sebastian was hardly given time to react before Dorian saw fit to roll over upon his stomach, effectively cutting off any efforts he might have made to continue their evening. His head shook ever so slightly as he leaned closer towards the fairy King, his voice but a soft whisper in the stillness of the room. "You hardly need too. I would be happy to spend the rest of my evening pleasing you, Dorian. Without taking any further blood from you." In Sebastian's lifetime, not once has he offered what he now was willing to provide to the Fae next to him. Sex was entirely apart of the ritual for him. Blood accompanied it hand in hand and Sebastian willingly and freely took of his lovers. To not would be entirely foolish and yet, there was something about hearing his name on Dorian's lips and the man's hands digging into his skin that made him willing to forgo that which made life worthwhile for the vampire. Not that he had terribly thought of the peculiarities of such an offer.

The fairy's fingertips toying with the flesh on his still so sensitive thigh along with his own offer certainly coaxed a readiness in Sebastian himself, the Englishman entirely prepared to take their evening in whatever direction he might be allowed to. His head tilted ever so slightly at the sound of his name, the man completely aware of those husky tones that still filled his companion's voice. A soft snort left Sebastian's nose art the sheer ludicrousness of the notion that he might be taken against his will, much less that he might not be inclined to let the fairy at his side take him a second time within the first place. Still, he hardly protested Dorian's admittance that perhaps tonight would not be the best of evenings for such decisions. He was all too aware of the slower beating of Dorian's heart - one that was not entirely due to his more placid demeanor but instead a sign of the blood he had stolen from the man's system. His body would start working overtime to reproduce that which he had taken. His lover needed time to heal and Sebastian was all too well aware just how important such time was.

That yawn that crossed Dorian's lips was surely a sign of this very thing and for a moment, Sebastian could scarcely cease the fashion at which his gaze seemed to soften. Nevertheless, a warm simper crossed his features at Dorian's words, his head bobbing ever so slightly in return. "We will." He voiced in confirmation before adding softly after a moment, "I'm sorry, Dorian. You should get some rest." It was that time - that moment he had dreaded and yet entirely knew it was upon the horizon. It was perhaps the biggest thing Sebastian hated of his life, the simple fact that he was entirely nocturnal. His world was only just beginning whilst theirs was slowly coming to an end. And when his life was ending? The entirety of human life seemed to be absent. The streets were empty, the world was silent and Sebastian was still entirely awake. It could be a lonely existence at times though it afforded him quite a bit of time to occupy himself with useless hobbies. He leaned forward his lips brushing gingerly across Dorian's eyebrow before Sebastian slowly pulled himself from the fairy's bed, as much as he disliked saying goodbye.