There was something decidedly one sided to a love such as this - no, to an action such as this. It was a simple fact of anatomy and yet, over decades and centuries past, Sebastian had come to enjoy this perhaps as much as he might any other coupling of any other fashion. In the past it had come solely been for the completely selfish reason that their pleasure made their blood taste sweeter when it finally touched his lips and poured down his throat. So many of his sexual exploits were but for that reason only - for the thirst. Never for love and even rare still did the vampire find anyone he actually lusted over. If for no reason then that, Dorian had always been entirely unique. From the moment that Sebastian had set his eyes on his companion, he had wanted him. He had wanted to feel his body beneath him, though never had he expected for things to go this far. Never had he had even an inkling of the things he might one day, such as tonight, been willing to do for what was once a merely delectable looking stranger. How things had changed in the month or so that had passed since that fire!

There was an audible shortness to Sebastian's breath as his lover's hips rolled against him and, in turn, inside of him. It was an intense sensation for the vampire, one which so effortlessly captured every once of the vampire's attention till each movement became a wave of pure, untainted feeling. This was something their previous encounters could hardly hold a candle too (though they were each no less enjoyable in their own right). There was an undeniable intimacy in those precious moments, one that unquestionably contributed to the pleasure he so gained from having Dorian within his very depths. The vampire hardly hesitated to press his own hips against his companions, matching his rhythmic pace that only further contributed to his ever decreasing stamina. He was all too aware of Dorian's firm grasp upon his hips, further pulling him closer into each matched movement. And oh how quickly the fairy King managed to find just the spot that so lit up the vampire's frame! His head leaned back against his companion, his eyes flickering closed as that groan left his lips, his own steady movements momentarily pausing in that brush with ecstasy. His nose nuzzled into his companion's neck, his breath warm against Dorian's skin as he moaned into the man's flesh.

There was no hesitation as the vampire's lips parted, his fangs brushing against Dorian's neck before plunging into the fairy King's flesh. The vampire's lips pressed against Dorian's neck, encouraging the blood that spilled forth from those perfectly symmetrical wounds. His companion was entirely as irresistible tasting as he remembered, coaxing to life those more primal urges and yet, even though the vampire fed upon that life force, he hardly could deny those groans that still reverberated in the back of his throat at each continued motion of his companion before both are tumbling into oblivion. In those precious moments, Sebastian's form was pressed firmly against his companion's hips, his back arched ever so slightly and yet his own hand rose only to continue coaxing that blood from the fairy King's veins. He was distinctly aware of the sound of his own name upon Dorian's lips, relishing that utterly perfect moment - as fleeting though as it was. His own body slowly begun to relax against the fairy King's frame, falling into Dorian's embrace without complaint. Instead, his vampiric instincts instead kicking in, taking only as much as he knew Dorian could safely offer him before his tongue slowly begun to circle those wounds.

After a moment of meticulous licking, his own hand slowly dropped from Dorian's tangled locks, his lips momentarily pulling away from Dorian's flesh. A warm and yet, tired simper crossed the vampire's features at the soft sensation of Dorian's lips against his own neck, his bright blue gaze glancing towards his companion. "Hm?" He inquired softly at the sound of his name, hardly anticipating the request the followed thereafter. In truth, the vampire could scarcely help the way in which such a simple sentence managed to so brighten his features, Sebastian entirely thankful, for once, that their current position obscured Dorian's view of his features and vice versa. "For as long as you want, Dorian." The words left his lips in a soft whisper, the vampire settling back against his companion's chest. His head turned ever so slightly to the side so his cheek was flush against Dorian's shoulder and slowly, the vampire's hand dropped beneath the surface of the water only reach for that of his lover's.

There was something entirely romantic about that simple moment. Laying within his lovers arms with the flicker of candlelight the only softly washing the immediate area with a warm glow. It was a moment that Sebastian didn't want to end. One he didn't want to lose. After a morning such as this, he abhorred even the thought of waking up alone within his silken sheets again even if it wa inevitable. It was a sombering thought for the vampire as his crystalline blue gaze stared intently as his own fingers entangled within the hand of Dorian's. If only this could last forever.

Dorian's voice pulled Sebastian from such wistful thoughts, his gaze glancing upwards towards his companion with a small simper pulling at the corners of his lips. "Does that mean you've decided your thoughts on the English?" He inquired, clearly making an effort to tease the man with his earlier challenge and yet, Sebastian hardly lingered long on such playful words. Instead, after a few moments of marked silence, the vampire questioned softly, "What did you want to do today?" Dorian had promised him, their last evening within the market, that this would not be the end of their night. He only hoped that the fairy too remembered such words, and that he had been every bit as serious of them. The sheer thought of Dorian leaving somehow...hurt to even consider.