A small hint of amusement crossed the vampire's features as Dorian so attempted to push away his efforts to wake the fae King and yet, in this Sebastian was entirely unyielding. Instead, Dorian's name fell softly from his lips as he moved the monarch onto his pack only for his trail of sweet pecks to continue down to the silky skin of the King's chest. He watched as Dorian rubbed the sleep from his eyes, the vampire meanwhile positioning himself entirely on top of the man, making himself quite at home. His own dark blue eyes met those still sleep hazed silver ones of his companion, the vampire pressing himself only further into the groin of his lover, all the while watching Dorian with a purely mischievous grin on his face. He could hardly stop that soft chuckle of amusement that left his lips as Dorian's eyes widened ever so slightly, the King's words only further serving to amuse the vampire. "I have my moments." He uttered softly. After all, Dorian so often excelled at teasing his corpse of a body, bringing it to life far more than perhaps Sebastian did to Dorian himself. It was nice to occasionally flip those tables upon that decidedly impish fae.

Sebastian watched in silence as Dorian repositioned, clearly chasing away the last of that sleep which so gripped him. He was hardly oblivious to the state at which he observed his lover in, his own form surely less than put together and yet, his lack of composure hardly perturbed him. Not since the last time Dorian had seen him in such state ended so utterly gloriously. Rather, Sebastian found a sort of increased affection for the fae King, given his current state of being. There was something entirely intimate about something as small as seeing his lover in such a state if only because he knew how few were given such an opportunity. Instead, a small simper traced over Sebastian's features as he laid his head so his cheek was resting on the back of his palm on Dorian's chest. There was no denying the adoration mirrored within his darkened gaze and yet, Sebastian hardly made an effort any longer to hide from the monarch any of those desires or emotions. Not here, at any rate. It was moments such as this that wholly reminded Sebastian that Dorian was now his - and how he loved it.

Still, he found himself mentioning that very game which Dorian had so promised him only the night before, the vampire so yearning the entirety of his lover's attention. Although he enjoyed that chaste contact of skin on skin - he wanted so much more then that. It felt as if it had been infinitely long since he was allowed to merely love the man that, sleep aside, very little stopped Sebastian from picking up on where they had left off. Thankfully, Dorian himself seemed just as game, hardly needing a moment to gather his own wits before agreeing. He watched as Dorian leaned forward, his own lips all too eagerly meeting those of his companion's and yet, there still managed to blossom a certain sort of warmth within his chest as Dorian pulled away only enough to lean his forehead against Sebastian's own. It was funny really, how even with that commitment that existed between them, Dorian was still able to create such sensations within the vampire.

A nearly exasperated sigh left Sebastian's lips, however, at the notion that he might be required to move and yet, it was with a still notable jovial tone that the vampire found himself complaining. "But I am comfortable right....here." He pushed his hips further against his lovers as a mock pout momentarily toyed at his lips. The moment, however, was altogether fleeting before Sebastian found himself regrettably rolling off his companion, flopping entirely unceremoniously against the bed beside his lover. His gaze, however, never once left his companion, watching him intently if only for curiosity of this so called game.

He observed the way in which Dorian seemed to survey his own bedroom and yet, he hardly intervened. After all, he had nearly freely given Dorian his own home and now, it was perhaps his free to use as he saw fit as much as Sebastian himself was. His gaze followed Dorian as the man scooted off the bed, venturing into the closet and, eventually, out of his sight. A soft yawn left Sebastian's lips as the man scooted upwards ever so slightly, simply waiting for the monarch's return. He was all too aware of the man rummaging through his drawers though scare had little concern for the welfare of his clothes. He did, however, find it entirely peculiar to see one of his own silken navy blue ties resting so innocently around Dorian's own neck. His eyebrows rose ever so slightly as the fae approached the bed once again and yet, the vampire hardly commented - especially not when the fae King's lips so feverishly found his own. His own hands cupped Dorian's neck as the fae's fingers entangled within his own dirty blond locks and yet - all the passion was but fleeting before Sebastian found himself breathless and kissless once again.

He found his shoulders pressed against the back of the headboard before Dorian informed him exactly of where he wanted his hands. The vampire could hardly deny the way his eyebrows raised ever so slightly in a mixture of confusion and skepticism and yet, nevertheless, he obliged. It was, admittedly, the first time anyone had even attempted to restrain the vampire for purely sexual interests. Most of the souls he took were too infatuated due to his own affinity to even consider such creative ideas. Others still knew how utterly futile such a task was and yet, Sebastian voiced none of these things, instead merely inquisitive on where this game was indeed going. It was but moments later when he was informed of just this and yet, the fae King's silver gaze seemed so entirely...pleased with himself that Sebastian found little objection to this decidedly peculiar situation. "All right." He offered as way of confirmation, his head tilting to the side ever so slightly.

What he hadn't anticipated, however, was for Dorian to so utilize his own affinity in those sweet moments, disappearing entirely from the vampire's sight. His eyebrows furrowed but briefly, the vampire entirely assured the man was still very much there. After all, he could feel Dorian still straddling his form, just as well as hearing the soft, steady beat of the man's heart. It was that soft, delicate touch upon his cheek that so saw the vampire suddenly pull back in surprise before stopping himself. A simper instantly blossomed on his lips, a soft chuckle echoing as he uttered quietly, "Bloody hell, Dorian." In that moment, Sebastian instantly understood exactly what this game ones and entirely what his lover's intent consisted of. Sebastian was, quite literally, a slave to his lover's touch, entirely unsure of where it might be so gingerly given next. That simper remained upon his features as the man's lips continued to kiss down his jawline before disappearing all together. The touch upon his chest was received with significantly less outward startling though he still found himself nearly flinching in surprise, his own body adjusting to this new found game he was so engaged within.

It was that touch upon his inner thigh that saw the vampire finally failing to respond in astonishment, the man's leg entirely giving into that delicate caress. Those fingertips so gingerly brushed against perhaps the most intimate of areas on Sebastian himself, the man's eyes fluttering closed for a moment as a soft breath left his lips. It was a sound surely of want, of desires, of pleasure and yet, it was entirely fleeting before he found Dorian himself sitting in front of him that still enthusiastic grin upon his features. Sebastian's own lips tilted upwards in a small smile before the vampire's head bobbed ever so slightly. "You may, I am fine." He had hardly been oblivious to how lightly he was tied or the care Dorian had taken in his earlier efforts or reassurance on what this was. Indeed, Sebastian made every effort to ensure the man knew that this, as new as it was, was entirely a game he was more then capabe of playing.

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