Although such words might not fall from the Englishman's lips, he could not deny that his willingness to so eagerly embrace Dorian's nearly countless notions was too simply for the fact that in those moments those boundaries between them were almost intangible. In those moments it was freely permissible for Sebastian to press his lips so feverishly against those of his lover, to pull him into his arms or in turn be too held whilst feeling the touch of the King's flesh against the pallor of his own. He craved it. That which was so simple as touch. The sex stopped becoming a means to place the man at a vulnerable enough position that he mind find Sebastian's bite agreeable, at least, of that he was fairly assured. Somewhere, somehow, within the past month there had become a merely sentimental desire to merely be within the presence of the bewitching fae. How things had gotten so muddy for the vampire! Where once he was so able to merely forget their faces, now, even on those nights he was without Dorian's presence he found his thoughts so lingering upon the man to the point that, of late, his romps between the sheets had become entirely one sided if only for Sebastian's increasing lack of interest. Still - the vampire had to eat.

Such thoughts, however, hardly lingered in the presence of the man himself, instead turning towards their future evenings that might be had within his own home. A warm chuckle left his lips at Dorian's returned suggestion. There was a decidedly mock attempt at seriousness within the man's foreign accent as he spoke, "Let us see, that would only take us...three and a half years if we were particularly proactive. For us immortals that is equivalent to, what, a month? I'm assured this is entirely achievable." That simper still danced upon his lips though he hardly truly anticipated Dorian to ever really consider spending such a particularly prolonged amount of time within the vampire's presence. For all his jesting, three and a half years was quite a long time still - not that Sebastian would not have enjoyed every moment of such years. In fact, he was assured by thought alone that they would have been the best years of his undead life to date, for what that was worth.

It was perhaps inevitable that their conversation turned back towards the uncharted territory they had but conquered tonight, his own figure still feeling the effects of such a coupling to some degree though it was a fact he hardly would have changed. Still, he had not expected for Dorian too to offer himself in return for the gift Sebastian had given him. His crystalline gaze drifted over his companion within those moments, watching him with a inquisitiveness and yet, in this Sebastian was assured he was capable of giving. His affinities alone surely could be utilized to make those moments worthwhile for his lover - and as much as he hated to admit it, he so desperately wanted the fairy king to find such a new experience entirely worthwhile. Instead of voicing such words, however, the vampire offered but a small bob of his head as a way of response, adding after a moment in a softer tone, "If you want to try, then we shall try." It was a promise to some degree that he was indeed willing to see this through perhaps as much as he was any other such adventure the two engaged within.

A small simper crossed Sebastian's features at the brush of Dorian's shoulder against his, his own gaze briefly fluttering over his companion's though the touch itself was entirely innocent to the vampire's next actions. It was entirely pathetic, he decided, that after being so utterly close to the man but not even an hour ago, he should already be looking for but another excuse to touch his companion. He was aware, to some extent, the fashion at which his fangs so teased the fairy King, even if the man was only just coming to terms with the fact that his lover too seemed to freely accept his more primal side. Still, he had every ability to utilize the fairy's like of the sensations he could provide against him, teasing him in the way that Dorian so often subjected Sebastian to. The vampire's eyes lingered upon his companion in the wake of his particularly forward and decidedly public actions, watching in silence as Dorian seemed to regain his own hold on his senses. The man's word, however, once again brought that warm though entirely mischievous smile to the vampire's features. "I should hope I am." He commented in return, Sebastian himself still entirely amused as the pair made their way into the park and onto the surprisingly crowded grassy knoll.

The vampire saw little reason to not make himself entirely comfortable amongst the grass that spread out beneath them, especially considering the crowd that surrounded them had done just that. He was hardly oblivious to the simple fact that most of the individuals surrounding them were either couples or young families - the fact alone bringing that inquiry from his lips. "The days begin to blur together at some point. I forget which country celebrates what on which day." The vampire muttered in response. He himself had attended many a celebrations before and thoroughly enjoyed them too. However, the nuisances of which days were important to whom were entirely lost upon him - not without some distinct need to draw upon such information. His own crystalline gaze immediately shifted upwards at the appearance of the bright red light within the sky, followed with the familiar wizzing sound before it exploded, quite literally, in a shower of color.

Dorian's sudden movement, however, immediately stole Sebastian's attention from the sky, watching the way his companion so seemed to flinch at the sudden explosion. That clear tenseness within the man's form so managed to blossom to life a need that Sebastian had thought had been sedated, one that he seemed to miserably fail at withholding when it came to his lover. It was that desire to protect him from the unknown that so seemed to perturb him. Sebastian leaned upwards just enough to wrap his hand around Dorian's waist, pulling the man close enough so that their bodies were touching. He led him down onto the grass next to him before settling once again into that entirely innocent reclining upon the grass. Somehow, having the fairy King close settled those urges just enough for the vampire to focus upon his more pressing need - to reassure the man beside him that everything was indeed okay. "We call them fireworks. Look, see, there's a green one there. They shoot them up so high so the sparks all fade out before they even get close to us. We are perfectly safe here." He paused for a moment, his gaze watching the green one explode before adding in a solemn tone entirely softer than before, an admittance that was surely brought out by his own affliction of Dorian's affinity. "I would never let anything happen to you, Dorian."