It had never truly occurred to the Fae, at least not until this all-too pivotal moment, just how much blood a vampire truly required and that he alone would hardly be able to meet such a need. The concern that so seemed to afflict his lover over this very thing is perhaps wholly unwarranted if only for the notion that in this- Dorian so entirely understands. Attempting to meet Sebastian's need for blood alone would surely only result his own body being left a veritable canvas of semi-healed wounds and the vampires hunger so limited to whatever Dorian alone could provide him. An amount that, were it taken every night, would surely only decrease, leaving his companion less and less sated each time. It would be a fruitless endeavour on both their parts and while perhaps the idea of Sebastian so requiring at least some level of intimacy by which to achieve his meals was not entirely ideal in itself- Dorian could hardly deny him this. If such a thing was the only concession he truly need make to so keep the man as his very own then it is a small thing, a simple thing and one the Fae King finds little true difficulty in contenting himself with. The relief that seems to so afflict his lovers form at his agreement in this is hardly missed. The vampires frame seeming to lose that tense hold and too- Sebastian seeming to remember to breathe once more as Dorian's own head softly shakes in response to the man's words. Assuring him all the more that in this notion of feeding he hardly need hold any concern for Dorian's own emotions. It was a matter of practicality and little else to Dorian's mind and yet that Sebastian had so cared for his feelings upon it was endearing all the same.

"You will not, I assure you. Do not worry yourself over it any longer."

His hand moves gently then to rest upon the vampires cheek and so draw the mans attention to him in full. Dorian seeking to soothe those lines of worry that had so afflicted his lovers features in the moments prior. His own response is offered with just that same amount of care, each word chosen with a deliberateness of sorts to so convey that return of emotion that he has surely danced about for far too long, else attempted to conceal behind that façade of politeness. That his emotions in this were not only shared but returned was feeling almost glorious. Dorian so entirely incapable of keeping away that smile that so danced upon his features. How truly freeing it was to so finally admit his affections for this man! The Fae King affording Sebastian a promise all his own in the moments that followed. In five hundred years he had never promised such a thing to another and yet here and now the words came far more easily then he had ever believed them possible. He wanted to call Sebastian his own surely as much as he desired to give himself to the man in turn- that plethora of emotion so pressed into the kiss he lays upon his lovers lips. The vampire's soft words hardly missed as Dorian's kiss so seeks to steal them from him all the same.

He is aware, vaguely, of Sebastian's seatbelt being cast aside, Dorian so welcoming that firmer press of his lips and too the way in which Sebastian's form presses upon his own. The Fae entirely willing to allow his partner to guide him back against the seat. His own hands rest upon the vampires waist, seeking only to draw him closer still as the other man's fingers grace the length of his neck, turning his head to the side. Dorian knows so instinctively what is to follow as his lovers lips leave his own, the Fairy King hardly making any effort to prevent it. Sebastian's lips barely grace the soft skin of his neck before those fangs so expertly find the vein they seek- puncturing swiftly into the flesh and welling blood to the surface. That sudden, sharp pain afflicts him for the barest of seconds before that all-too delightful poison so hurriedly spreads throughout his system- leaving nothing but pleasure in its wake. His eyes flutter closed in the wake of that sensation, a truly audible moan spilled from his lips as he feels that blood being drawn from his veins. His own hands run easily upward, slipping beneath Sebastian's shirt to glide along the man's sides and toned physique as Dorian near squirms against him, attempting all the same to keep his head still and allow the vampire to finish his feeding. His jeans had become far too tight for comfort and yet too the sheer satisfaction of Sebastian's bite alone had, in the least, managed to sooth some of the want for his lover tonight.

"It...is glorious...when you do...that."

His words are very near breathless, uttered in the moments that follow that brush of Sebastian's tongue upon his skin to so close the wounds he had made- Dorian leaning upward to steal another kiss from the man- hardly concerned with the taste of his blood or the faint smear of red it left upon his own lips. The soft sound of Sebastian's manservant so declaring they were home sees the vaguest sense of recognition return to the Fae's features, Dorian shifting himself into a slightly more upright position. The man considering, for the first time, that he truly disliked this car's constant habit of stopping. He shifts easily once more, preparing to follow his companion out and onto the front lawn of Sebastian's home, Dorian halted for the barest of moments.

"You may have to afford me just one moment, Mon Cher, I find myself needing to consider at least several things I dislike before I might be...of a state to get out of the car. It is entirely your fault."

There is a decided tone of amusement to his words all the same, the Fae gesturing briefly to the presence of Sebastian's female servant having appeared at the front door. Servant or otherwise she was still very much a woman, Dorian's sense of decorum entirely well intact in this. It is only after a moment or so that the Fae King moves to stand at last, his body having settled enough to lessen the obviousness of how much he enjoyed his companions touch, content to follow Sebastian now across the front lawn and into his home. A polite nod of his head afford to the woman as he passed. Dorian so truly took delight in the opulence of such a living space, the man assured he would, in time, be content to explore it- though for now he is assured he desires little else then to be nestled so entirely within his lovers sheets. The Fae King paused within the hallway to so allow Sebastian to finish any other business he might have before they retired.

Dorian Aragona