For all the Fae Kings perceived properness and too, his often flawless sense of etiquette in most situations, the man remains decidedly bold in the other more pleasurable areas of his existence. Dorian had, quite simply, forever been as such. Even within his younger years the man had never seen any need to deny himself that which he enjoyed so thoroughly, nor had he ever been ashamed to explore all the manners in which he could enjoy such things. The discovery of the modern world had, in a certain sense, provided the man with a veritable plethora of new experiences to seek and by that notion, new beings with which to explore it with. It is merely the way of things however that Dorian had simply found one being he enjoyed so thoroughly enough as to make the notion of any others decidedly....unappealing. Within Sebastian he had, after so many centuries, finally found another whom seemed to be entirely content to explore all such new pleasure with him, much less to allow him to engage in his own ideas with a ready willingness.

It is rare, truly, to find one both willing and talented enough to prove satisfying and surely it was Sebastian's own boldness in this that had so first intrigued the fairy King's attention. His lover was, in every sense of the word, an exceptional lover and Dorian in all his boldness is entirely unable to prevent that myriad of ideas that so tease at his mind. After all, why waste such talents? Yet, though he would surely never admit to such things, the King had long since become aware that his couplings with Sebastian had, at some point, ceased to be simply about the act itself and what he could surely gain from it. He had come to relish Sebastian's mere presence, his company and too that blissful closeness such a thing afforded him. There is a very great pleasure, as there has never been for hi before, in merely lying within his companion's arms or beside and against him. His actions in these heated embraces, an attempt perhaps- to show an affection he is sure may not be returned with words alone and as such is left so unsaid. Sebastian's word drawing his attention as a soft chuckle parts his lips.

"I think I should be entirely game for that."

'Game' is an entirely new word for the man, one Sebastian himself had taught him this very night and yet Dorian remains assured he has employed it correctly, a simper of amusement seeing his own lip quirk ever so slightly more as the silver of his gaze returns to his companions own.

"It is merely a shame we lack access to my home. My true home that is, within Italy. That has twelve hundred rooms."

One eye rises upward in a clear and deliberate tease that easily displays his lack of seriousness in this, even Dorian perhaps, not entirely sure such a feat as that is wholly doable. Such a thing potentially taking well over a year to achieve- longer perhaps, granted so many of the rooms belonged to other people and would surely prove wholly difficult to gain access too. Sebastian's house, in this at least, a far more achievable goal and one Dorian is all-too willing to engage within. It is the very idea of what else he is willing to engage within that so seems to bring forward their conversation now. These things Sebastian had shown to him tonight, that the man had allowed him to take, of evident intrigue to the centuries old Fae. They were new, different, unexplored and within them Dorian had discovered an entirely new sense of intimacy that resulted in a satisfaction with his lover that had perhaps been lacking ever so slightly from their previous encounters- exceptional though those had been. It is however, so entirely within Dorian's nature to desire to try these new experiences- offering something he has never offered another in all his years and yet he finds he trusts his companion in this, just as surely as he desires that intimacy again. If there is any individual with whom such steps might be taken, whom might hold skill enough to show him what pleasure can be found in this- then it is most assuredly Sebastian. Indeed- there is perhaps no other Dorian would truly allow. His head simply shaking softly, his words seeking to reassure his companion now.

"I do not feel as if I must. The idea is my own. I simply desire to try."

He concludes simply, words wholly honest in their deliverance, the man shifting ever so slightly to allow his shoulder to brush against his companions own in a momentary gesture of subtle affection before he seeks to return them to familiar territory once more. Ah, but the pictures he might create in his lovers mind, only to steal them away again! He had however, perhaps not anticipated the swiftness of his companions retaliation, Dorian halted at the soft touch of fingers upon his sleeve. Those silver eyes meet the vampires own with inquisitiveness before the man's hand seems to find his neck, knuckles pressing gently upon his chin, raising his head just so before Sebastian's lips find the side of his neck. He can hardly prevent that short intake of breath, aware if his breath had not given him away that trip within the beat of his heart surely had. Dorian's lips parting to argue that he was, indeed, supremely satisfied- his thoughts of next time having desperately little to do with any lack of such. Sebastian's words however, so rapidly seemed to silence him, eyes widening slightly at the distinct feeling of those pointed canines caressing the all-too sensitive flesh of his neck. He had, in the month or so he had come to know his companion- come to anticipate those fangs. His very body responding to even the idea of them- before Sebastian leans suddenly away. Dorian momentarily left within a haze of sensation gone unfulfilled, the man seemingly forgetting how to walk for several seconds before the almost smouldering gaze of his lover falls back upon him.

"You are a wretched creature sometimes you know? I adore you, but you are far too good at this. I shall need a cold bath now."

The words are offered with entirely good humour, a part of Dorian entirely content to argue that he surely had not lost enough blood tonight and yet the notion he may be forced to eat another sandwich is at least enough, in this moment, to quell any further teasing. Not all things, after all, are entirely about sex. Dorian moves to find his place upon the grass and beside his companion, his own form seated cross-legged upon the earth, gaze lingering almost quizzically upon the manner in which Sebastian lays back. What a perfectly odd way to recline.

"I think Bastien, if it was a holiday, you should have far more knowledge of it then me. I have only recently learned what country this is. To be honest I am not sure what is supposed to happen, I am merely told something will and these people too- seem to anticipate something."

A soft simper pulls at his lips all the same, Dorian entirely capable of finding amusement in his own shortcomings in this regard. The man having little actual idea as to what he'd brought them too. A sudden red light within the sky however perhaps readily answers such a question, Dorian's gaze drawn instantly to it as it seems to climb only higher and higher- lips parting to ask after exactly what it is before it suddenly explodes. The fairy King very near jumps from his own skin in utter astonishment, eyes wide at such a shock, form shifting closer to Sebastian's own in nervousness. He is unaware of his own powers stirring once more to embrace the vampire in response to his own momentary fear- softly rousing that protective, possessive edge that already exists within his companion. Coaxing it into a more ready wakefulness. It does not escape the man's notice however- that no others appear to fear the sky fire, nor do they appear to be falling down upon the crowd and setting them ablaze. The tense hold to his form lessens slightly- wonderment beginning to replace that initial fear.

"I have never seen this...exploding fire before."

Dorian Aragona