There was no denying the vampire absolutely relished in the closeness that existed between them as he pressed his figure against his companion's. That skin-on-skin contact had been denied to him for so long that he was reluctant to break it in any fashion now that he was finally given the opportunity to have the fairy King for himself, even if it was for but a fleeting few hours. The press of Dorian's own figure against Sebastian's brought a hitch to the vampire's otherwise steady breath. He hardly denied Dorian's unspoken request as the man wrapped his legs around Sebastian's figure, the vampire all too willing to press his hips further against his companion. For several moments, Sebastian was more than content to simply savor the sensation of Dorian's groin grinding against his own, the friction alone surely causing a reaction within Sebastian himself, his breath quickening at that steady brush of skin. The vampire was all too aware of Dorian's fingers tangling in his dampened locks, drawing the man's attention upwards as his lips pressed all too willingly against those of the fairy King's. For a moment his navy gaze fluttered close, letting those sensations momentarily overwhelm him.

Slowly, his hand dropped under the surface of the bathwater, his fingertip trailing alongside Dorian's naked figure. In truth, the vampire thoroughly appreciated the simple ability to touch the flesh of his lover, one that usually failed to appeal to him as greatly as even just a gentle caress did now. Nevertheless, his fingers continued to trace a path further down the length of the fairy King's body, the vampire only slightly remiss to make room between the two men's hips for his own hand, clearly intending to only further the stimulus he provided to Dorian's more intimate areas. Sebastian was hardly oblivious to that sound that left his companion's mouth, the simple groan surely serving to only further his own relentless desires. The Englishman was too well aware of that shift within his companion's hips, attempting to made that slow pace his fingertips made up and down the length of his companion, quite purposefully ensuring his lover continued to brush against his own flesh and yet, despite how utterly tantalizing it would have been for them both, the vampire maintained that slow and steady touch, his own thoughts briefly fluttering to a inkling that had but uncertainly crossed his mind.

His lips parted, fully intending to offer such lyics only to find Dorian's teeth brushing against his bottom lip. Sebastian found himself entirely unable to suppress the soft moan the action drew from him, that sensation of teeth alone bringing back that hunger for more than just Dorian's flesh. It was difficult to balance that undeniable thirst for Dorian's blood with the unrelinquishing need to feel Dorian against him. At a certain point that simple brush of flesh was not enough to truly satisfy the desires the fairy King could so effortlessly produce within him. It was that which had created an entirely different longing within the already sexually adept vampire - the craving to take things one step further than they had yet ventured, to feel Dorian moving inside of him. It was that which caused Sebastian to offer that which he so rarely did. That lingering hint of hesitancy within his own whispered words saw the vampire's indigo irises carefully watching the man beneath him. He was all too aware the implication such an offer once would have had in their day and age, it held far greater consequences within his era then what they had done to this point.

The touch of Dorian's hand against his momentarily saw Sebastian's own persistent motions pause, his irises staring intently at his lover as the man's lips slowly twisted into a simper that Sebastian truly hadn't expected. Dorian's admittance saw the Englishman's head tilt to the side ever so slightly. He was, at least, entirely relieved that Dorian understood what it was he was offering, and yet, how little the fairy King knew of the words he spoke. Sebastian was willing to offer the king everything - just as so many before him surely were. Sebastian strove not to voice those thoughts even though they lingered far too heavily upon the vampire's mind. Such thoughts, however, were entirely suppressed by the nearly crushing pressure of Dorian's lips upon his own, a passion in which Sebastian himself held no reservations in returning. Slowly, the vampire removed his fingertips from his companion, his hand instead cupping the back of Dorian's neck as he pressed his lips back. For a moment he lingered there- his body against Dorian's stealing kiss after kiss.

Eventually, however, the vampire pulled away from his companion, slowly rolling onto his back. He let his body spoon his companion in every sense of the word, his back pressed up against the man's chest, his butt against Dorian's groin and his head gingerly leaning against the fairy King's shoulder. His lips pressed against Dorian's neck, creating a trail up the man's flesh and towards his ear. "Then take me, Dorian." He uttered softly, fully removing all of the barriers in which might have existed between himself and the King. He was willing to offer Dorian the entirety of his body for the taking, his own hips pressing backwards and into the body of his lover. Sebastian knew well that it was best to provide nearly limitless patience when it came to firsts. It was hardly new territory, working with virgins, and yet, there was something altogether thrilling about taking such a thing from his companion, about making his own mark on Dorian's life that would not be forgotten, even after the King grew tired of him and dismissed him and Sebastian had every intent of ensuring this memory remained glorious, even after this moment was long over.