It is a decidedly new situation within which the Fae King finds himself tonight. In all his five hundred years of life this is most assuredly one experience he has not yet had the pleasure of discovering and yet he hardly finds himself unwilling. The silver of his gaze drifts easily away from the ebony tub and the candles that adorn its rim- providing a flickering light the sort of which the man found oddly familiar. After all, until his arrival here, candles had been all he had ever known and indeed there is something wholly pleasing about this blend of what is surely modern and yet that which he treasures so deeply of the past. His eyes rest easily upon Sebastian once more, slender fingers paused in their efforts to unbutton his own shirt by the words of the other man- assuring him he would enjoy such an experience- Dorian unable to prevent the grin that works its way across his features. There is an almost delectable promise in even these words alone, one the fairy finds himself entirely content to believe the vampire is capable of delivering upon. Sebastian had, after all, never failed him before. Dorian more than willing to allow the man to coax him into such unexplored territory.

Sebastian fingers easily replace his own, his shirt slid effortlessly from his shoulders a moment later before Dorian finds himself rewarded with the touch of his companions lips upon his neck and shoulder. His reaction is near instant, eyes closing to relish in that sensation as his head tilts backward ever so slightly, allowing Sebastian's lips a ready access to the flesh of his neck. A sigh of satisfaction at such a pleasant sensation is drawn all too eagerly from his lips as he feels his skin rise to goose bumps. He is aware too, of the man's hands at his pants, Dorian shifting his hips just enough facilitate their removal, his own hands coming to rest upon Sebastian's waist. It is that brush of fingers, feather light and yet teasing upon his groin however, that sees his own grip momentarily tighten upon the other man- eyes flicking open as his breath hitches at even this. Tonight, it would seem, Dorian is decidedly sensitive, even this light teasing seeming to have resulted in entirely the arousal Sebastian had so sought to coax from him. It is almost fortunate perhaps, Sebastian so sought to direct his attention elsewhere- at least for now. Dorian's boxers find the floor mere moments before the other man's own pants, Sebastian's lips halted upon his jawline as he merely brings himself closer- Dorian desiring that closeness almost feverishly. Such a kiss as that with which he is rewarded however is beyond merely satisfying, his lips parting easily at this unspoken request to allow Sebastian's tongue to do entirely as it desired. It has been far, far too long since he has been kissed like this. The man all-too eagerly returning such a gesture in full.

"You have been holding out on me, Bastien."

His words are little more than a murmur, thick with that husky tone of want the vampire had so flared within him, a tease layered within them all the same before he moves to follow his companion towards the in-ground bath. His hesitation at the sheer newness of the situation is only momentary, his desire for Sebastian so entirely consuming he may well have followed the vampire anywhere he had chosen to lead in that moment. Dorian achieving little more than a single step into that gloriously heated water before Sebastian's hand drops from his own to firmly grasp his thigh. That hint of inquisitiveness that so adorns his features lasts only so long as it takes the vampires lips to find the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. The Fae's form responding so rapidly to the sheer proximity of his companion moving closer and closer to these more intimate areas once more- his heart rate quickening in ready anticipation. The sudden sting of fangs puncturing into skin so fine sees the softest sound of surprise drawn from the Fae in response to that fleeting pain he had become almost used too. Such a pain however is rapidly forgotten is the wake of the utterly undeniable sensation of pleasure that afflicts his form in a veritable rush of sensation. Dorian is entirely incapable of suppressing the groan that passes his lips now, some part of him dimly aware that Sebastian had not lingered, that feeling of blood being drawn from his veins decidedly lacking and yet here and now the man is wholly lost in the sensation of the vampire's venom coursing so thickly within his system.

It is several moments still before the King can gather himself entirely enough to take that final step into bath, easing himself into the warmth of the water and beside his companion now. The heat is very near heavenly to him, Dorian's slate-hued gaze closing in a single moment of appreciation. How he had missed this very feeling! His body so very alive with the sensation it had already been offered. His gaze at last returns to the man beside him, the simper upon his features almost lazy with satisfaction, though indeed his wants have hardly been fully satisfied for this evening. His curiosity too, continues burn with him, one hand reaching almost gingerly forward to splay across Sebastian's chest within the water. The vampire is warm to the touch, his skin befit of a certain slickness beneath his fingers that was entirely and gloriously new to Dorian. His pleasure at such a discovery is surely evident upon his features as his hand continues to trail downward, fingers gracing the man's abdomen and hip beneath the water before moving along his inner thigh- so deliberately avoiding any more intimate parts of the man- at least for now. Yet oh how intriguing Sebastian's skin felt within the water! Dorian desiring to feel far, far more of the man against him and yet, for tonight, he is content to allow Sebastian to lead in this.

His hand returns to his side and yet his desire for his companion is hardly sated. It is easy for the man to lean forward all the same, lips pressing to the side of Sebastian's jaw line, working an easy trail upward to the man's ear. Dorian's breath is surely warm against him, his ear lobe taken between his lips to nip at it in a manner decidedly playful. The words a bare whisper against Sebastian's ear, designed entirely to tease him.

"You know, we have still not decided how much we like the English..."

Dorian Aragona