It was not particularly troublesome for the vampire to find souls that were entirely interested in the sharpened canines that lined his jaw, nor was it difficult to coax to to bed those wayward souls that found his physique and general charm alluring. What was, however, truly a rarity was to find any individual that was so freely willing to embrace both aspects of the the man - to allure the beast with promise of blood and too fascinate the Englishman. Dorian had somehow managed to ensnare both within his sides, calling to that thirst for blood perhaps just as much as that incessant yearning for skin. However, despite that thirst for blood, there was perhaps a lingering craving for another act entirely - one that Sebastian had bit a bit more hesitant to voice. There was, within him, an unyielding desire for a certain sort of intimacy with the Fairy King, one which their actions to date had subdued though not entirely satisfied.

It was, without a doubt, a risk the vampire took to so even suggest such a thing as this and in truth, a large portion of him entirely had anticipated to be denied. After all, he hardly contemplated that such wants for closeness could be returned. The sex he would be able to provide surely alone would be worth contemplating perhaps but these lingering emotions? They were entirely his secret to keep, one which he would ensure would never leave his lips if only to hope to never join the ranks of those who so loosely and frequently professed their love for the very same man he found himself nestled so closely against - not that he could fault them in any fashion. Dorian was altogether breaktaking in every facet of the word and every passing moment spent with the man only made him crave more. He looked forward to the each and every 'next time' he was offered with such an elation that it alone spoke volumes to the Englishman's ever growing affections. In this offer alone, perhaps, he might have been able to provide Dorian with just a glimpse of that adoration.

The kisses he was presented with in return had entirely caught the vampire off guard, the veritable passion that rang within the nearly forceful press against him nearly made the vampire question if his own affinity had crept out of his control thanks to his own unyielding desires. Regardless, his own adoration for the king nearly made him consider that, perhaps, even if it had, it wouldn't truly be that terrible. Would it? For the feelings that Dorian could provide, for the sensation of Dorian within him. Oh yes, it was worth it. Dorian's affections alone were entirely irresistible and each kiss he was offered was returned with the same matching ardor. For a moment he was content to treasure each kiss he was given before the vampire pulled away from his lover only enough to reposition himself against Dorian's form. Sebastian placed himself with decided care, his hips grinding against his companion's groin with the clear intent of further stroking those needs. His voice was but a soft whisper, his breath warm against his companion's ear as he finally offered the fairy King the entirety of his refined body to use as he saw fit. He was all too aware of what he offered and to what he was capable of providing his lover, he was a whole new realm of sensations that he wanted to beset his companion with, even if it might bring but momentary discomfort to himself.

Sebastian was all too aware of the man's hand's resting upon his hips, the vampire readily relinquishing to Dorian's hold, stilling beneath that man's touch to allow him the time he needed. His head tilted ever so slightly to the side at the sensation of Dorian's teeth brushing so gently across his skin, entirely distracting the vampire for but a few fleeting moments. He had anticipated it entirely, to feel Dorian within him and yet imaging or considering such a thing was entirely different to the reality. A soft grunt left his lips as his own body adjusted to the fairy King, the sound of that Italian word drew his navy gaze towards his companion, a simper momentarily a lighting his features in an entirely pleased fashion. Softly, Sebastian exhaled as Dorian's hips again began to roll against him. It hardly took long before the vampire himself began to match the pace set by his companion. A certainly audible moan was pulled from the Englishman's lips as Dorian's teeth bit into his flesh, the man all too aware of just how close Dorian seemed to hold him - a fact that he so desperately relished within.

Regardless of the decided newness of their venture, Sebastian had in truth held little concerns for his own physical satisfaction. For once, those emotional desires seemed to overwhelm everything, being decidedly rare as it was. That want for closeness and that selfless desire to please were vastly more important at that singular moment. And yet, despite the vampire's willingness to ignore his own needs, his lover surely seemed willing enough to see too it that he was not forgotten. In fact, it hardly took Dorian particularly long to find the spot, that very moment he did caused a groan to immediately leave the vampire's lips, his head leaning backwards against Dorian's shoulder. His own breath had become entirely quick as he moaned into the flesh at the bottom of Dorian's nape. His nose nuzzled into the man's neck, the vampire all too aware of every sensation that so afflicted Dorian. His own body was far too happy to tighten around his companion, and in those breathless moments that were sure to follow, Sebastian's lips finally parted, his pointed fangs so plunging into Dorian's skin in the same way that he did every time - bringing the pair over the proverbial edge as he feasted upon that untainted blood he so longed for. His hand reached up, entangling within his companion's hair, tilting his head ever so slightly to the side as he so shamelessly indulged in every aspect the fairy King would allow him to.