For several moments still Dorian lingered upon the doorstep of the rather expansive mansion, the silvery gaze of the Fae King drifting almost languidly across the neat, front garden before coming to rest upon the front door as a sound from within surely indicated the arrival of someone. The man whom opened the door however, was hardly the one Dorian had perhaps anticipated, surprise lingering now upon his ever youthful features. Such is the manner of the King however, that he is decidedly quick to recover, lips parting to speak before the servant announced that he was, indeed, expected. I subtle nod of satisfaction is all Dorian is content to offer, though indeed he finds himself far more pleased with this servant then even the last woman he had believed Sebastian had employed. This man, in the least, did not seem to possess the same affliction for serving him copious amounts of tea. Dorian moves easily to step within the front door, a simper of sorts finding his lips at the rather pleasant décor and indeed sheer expansiveness of the home. It had been far, far too long since he had been within a home that possessed the features he deemed wholly necessary such as this. Indeed, on some level, there was almost a sense of familiarity about it, if only for the fact this mansion seemed to be set up in a manner the Fae understood. A decidedly pleasant change from the home he had first shared with Samantha, the single roomed apartment very near abhorrent to the man. This however, was significantly more pleasing. Just how many homes Sebastian owned had never truly occurred to him to consider, though this estate is perhaps even more pleasing then his last.

The servant however, fails to pause within the foyer as Dorian had entirely expected, merely continuing on with the clear intent that Dorian should follow, one eye lifting ever so slightly at this break from tradition before he simply moves to follow after the man. His gaze however, continues to find itself drawn to one thing or another, his ever present curiosity teasing at him readily now and yet his desire to actually find his companion was more than enough incentive to keep the King moving forward and up the stairs. The servant's apology was merely met with the slightest of shakes of his head.

"The error is mine, this address was unfamiliar to me, I anticipated it might take me longer to find."

He explained softly, his curiosity for such a house alone turning within his mind and yet to question a servant in regard to his masters business was hardly acceptable. It takes barely a moment longer before they arrive outside one particular room, the servant pausing just long enough to assure Dorian that this was surely where he was expected to arrive, the King offering a murmur of thanks before stepping within what is rather evidently Sebastian's bedroom. Whatever anticipatory nerves had existed in the moments prior failed entirely to grasp him now, the silver of his gaze so readily finding his companions semi-dressed, barely awake form seated upon the edge of his bed. Yet despite the decidedly improper state of the vampires form to receive guests Dorian finds the picture before him very near endearing. There was something almost intimate, in a fashion, in being afforded even this glimpse of Sebastian with hair so askew and eyes still blurry with sleep. It was a truly small, simple pleasure and yet one Dorian finds so desperately pleasing. Something, somewhere within the Fae almost seeming to ache at the simple sight of this man he so adored and yet Dorian had long since given up attempting to address his own emotions in this.

He moves easily to cross the room at the sound of his name, unable to prevent the grin that traces his features, the faintest sound of running water momentarily registering within his thoughts though it is indeed quickly forgotten at the hand that extends towards him. Dorian's grin softening further before he moves to take it- allowing Sebastian to tug him down- until Dorian too is seated beside him and upon the edge of the bed. Ah, but he remembered the feel of these silken sheets, his fingers even now brushing across them. The vampire's words distract him momentarily from the desires that have so readily flared within himself, the King making no effort to hide the manner in which his gaze so easily roved over Sebastian's bare chest with a decided want before his head shake's softly once more.

"I received it just today. I did not know you owned such an estate as this, I like it more, I think- then even your last."

He murmurs the words softly, the vampire beside him still seeming very near asleep and yet this hardly seems to deter the Fae. Indeed, Dorian is simply assured there are a number of ways in which he might be woken up. He has, he is sure, denied himself this man far too long- his need for him near all-consuming until he very near craved Sebastian in every sense of the word. Dorian is halted in any advance he may have made however by the sudden sight of the seal he had gifted the vampire hanging from his neck. His fingers move so unashamedly to brush against both it and the man's chest all at once, a simper tracing his lips as he does, Dorian oddly content to see his lover had taken to wearing such a thing. Another emotion entirely seems to seize him with a potency he had not expected and yet he has no desire to dispel. His gaze at last lifting to Sebastian's own once more.

"Do you know, you are gorgeous when you are sleepy."

The words are barely free of his lips before he brings them softly to Sebastian's own, such a kiss something sweeter, softer, then he is normally content to offer. The tenderness within such a gesture surely speaking of an emotion he hardly dares to voice before the Fae pulls back ever so slightly. It is a gesture he has offered several times before, his thumb moving to brush along Sebastian's upper lip in an effort to have the vampire lift it ever so slightly. It is all too easy then, to lower that same thumb just so, barely brushing along Sebastian's right fang before finding that decidedly sharp tip- pressing his thumb upon it until blood wells in a single, ruby bead so readily to the surface. His thumb returns to himself now, Dorian very near seeming to examine it, as if his own blood holds a fascination to even himself in this moment before that impish grin returns.

"We think though, we have an idea to help you wake up."

He hardly waits for a response from the vampire, Dorian bringing his thumb upward, brushing it softly across his own lips, smearing that crimson liquid across them before abruptly bringing them to Sebastian's own once more, this kiss far deeper than the last. Dorian's hands so easily cup the vampires face to draw him only closer and deepen the kiss all the more. Affording Sebastian every taste. It is, surely, a decidedly pleasant 'good morning' to be had. Dorian assured that within Sebastian's arms is by far his most favored of places to be.

Dorian Aragona