Tonight, it would seem, was most decidedly a night for firsts in every sense of the word. Though by far the younger of the pair, Sebastian, it seemed, possessed a veritable wealth of knowledge on just how to explore entirely different ways of enjoying one another. Ways in which Dorian had hardly been given to consider even despite the length of years available to him. He had, to an extent, been so very defined by what was right and what was proper that he had on some level denied himself such discoveries as how a bath could be used so uniquely as they did just now. Yet, by much the same thought the man finds himself no less pleased that he might be given to discover such firsts tonight, all of them, with the very man atop him now. It would, if nothing else, assure Sebastian a rather permanent place within his memory. One lover not easily forgotten among a sea of others. Dorian hoping perhaps, in some fashion, he too might find some place to be remembered amongst the vampires own plethora of lovers whom had come before and would surely come after. It would be pleasing, even once, to be remembered as more than simply the King of Naples- after all, it is the status, if nothing else, that so seems to incline his lovers to him in the first place, though Sebastian had hardly known their first time. Even so to be remembered as Dorian in whatever ways he might be memorable without his crown would surely be something exquisite all the same.

There is something wholly pleasurable to each and every sound he can draw from his companion's lips. He enjoys the way the vampire responds to each touch and the manner by which he can feel the other man's body reacting to and around his own. This coupling alone at last seemed to satisfy Dorian's utter craving for his companion in a way that had simply not existed before. Each and every night he had spent with Sebastian had been satisfying within its own manner and yet this, here and now, was beyond merely that. The vampire moved to readily match the pace Dorian had set, his lips and teeth brushing still along the top of the man's shoulder, pressing down just a little more firmly in response to the rapidly increasing pleasure that so seemed to afflict him with every new roll of his hips. His hands remain entirely upon his companion's hips, guiding that motion and maintaining that pace that so seemed to appeal to them both, his form shifting only when it would seem he has found just the right place, in just the right way, to have Sebastian respond as he desires. The groan he draws from his partner is a thoroughly sweet sound to his ears, Sebastian's head rolling back to rest upon his shoulder in a manner Dorian finds he adores. So much of his own pleasure taken entirely from merely Sebastian's response to him. There is an art, after all, to loving someone in just the right way and indeed in this, the Fae King finds himself inclined to offer some display of his own adoration for the man by offering him whatever sensations he can.

His own pace increases in the moments that follow, Dorian simply unable to restrain himself any longer, his own groan drawn from his lips as his fingers tighten upon the vampires sides and draw him ever closer still. He is innately aware of Sebastian nuzzling against his neck, such a subtle thing as this seeming to afflict him with an emotion beyond a mere carnal want for the flesh. Yet has truly little time to dwell on it as the vampires moans softly into the nape of his neck and Dorian finds himself clinging to what little of his control he still maintains in the wake of the sensations he is assaulted with. Each of them so new. He feels Sebastian's lips part against him, the King aware on some level as to what is surely to follow, his body having learned already to anticipate the vampires fangs before they plunge so suddenly into the side of his neck with a stinging pain Dorian had truly come to find his own sort of pleasure in- before the poison evaporates it entirely. Any true hope of maintaining his control is obliterated with that action alone, the intoxicating rush of pleasure that engulfs his system in the wake of Sebastian's fangs plunging the Fae entirely over the edge of that pleasurable peak right alongside his companion. Sebastian's name uttered several times upon his lips as has become entirely a habit for the man in those moments.

He is aware of the hand that tangles within his hair, Dorian all too willingly allowing his head to be tilted to the side as Sebastian feeds, his arms wrapping entirely around him as he does in the wake of the venom swimming so thickly within his veins. For several moments Dorian makes no attempt to move in any fashion, leaving Sebastian to finish uninterrupted as his own chest continues to rise and fall in rapid succession against the man's back. It is only when he feels Sebastian's tongue closing the wounds he has made that Dorian allows his head to lean forward- lips pressed almost affectionately to the side of Sebastian's own neck in a single kiss before he allows his head to lay back now against the side of the bath, arms still around the man's waist.

"Bastien..."

His words are still entirely breathless, satiation, blood loss and venom an entirely potent combination to overcome in an effort to actually form a cohesive sentence. The softest of simpers resting easily upon his lips. His words entirely quiet.

"Do not move for a few a minutes, alright? I....just want you to stay here- just for a moment."

Was it truly so terrible to want his companion to continue to lie against him a few moments longer in just this fashion? He is not entirely willing, just yet, to have Sebastian move away from him or lose that feeling of the man's body so close to his own. It is a rare thing indeed for Dorian to give in to those post-sex desires that seem to demand a lingering closeness and yet he finds himself simply unwilling to have Sebastian move just yet- selfish though his wants surely are. A final sentence parting his lips upon a sigh of satisfaction.

"You have very good ideas."

Dorian Aragona