How he so adored having the man's attention so entirely upon him, the navy eyes of his lover so wholly focused upon him with a stare near fixated in its intensity as he so lovingly caresses that blood from his own fingers- teasing the vampire with the very thing he knew the man desired on a more primal, raw level. There is desperately little about Dorian that is in any way shy between the sheets, the man hardly afraid to push the limits of his own experimentation. By that very notion he is entirely willing to embrace his companions own vampiric nature- the Fae King hardly above involving his own blood within their game nor even partaking of a taste of it himself on occasion though he hardly finds the delight in it Sebastian so seems too. It is this awareness of just how much his lover so seemed to adore his blood that prompts the man's actions, allowing those faintest of smears to decorate his own fair skin and so pluck at those final threads of the vampire's control. The ragged sound to his lovers breathing and indeed that all-to obvious state of arousal were more than enough to assure the Fae that Sebastian was surely close to the limits of what he was willing to stand.

His own sentence is barely free of his lips before the vampire so suddenly seems to pounce- the speed of such an action surprising and yet Dorian is given truly little time to contemplate it all the same as he finds himself upon his back atop those all-too pleasing silken sheets. The vampire's sudden lunge resulting in little more than the softest of chuckles of amusement from within himself. Dorian entirely pleased at having won his own game and yet too- very near relived to have Sebastian's hands upon him at last. He needed Sebastian as he needed air in that very moment, the sensation of those lips upon his neck bringing forth a sound of pure satisfaction from the man as he so fully allowed the vampires hands to encircle his own wrists. Dorian far too preoccupied with the sensation of the man's lips and tongue so fervently cleaning that blood from his skin to pay any true attention. It is only when the Monarch finds his wrists held together and above his own head that he becomes so aware of the unusual position. That look of inquisitiveness that so finds his features shifting into one of surprise at the distinct feeling of something so snugly binding his own wrists together. His head tilts backward as entirely as much as it can from such a position, silver gaze so eyeing that red ribbon that had somehow appeared around his wrists and so attached to the closest of bed posts- Dorian only now seeming to fully appreciate his own precarious position. Sebastian's knots were far tighter than his own had been and indeed decidedly more limiting in just how much they might allow him to move. That impish grin of amusement so finds his features all the same, even despite his assurance of what he knew was so surely to follow as the vampires lips continued to trail downward.

"Is this your attempt at payback th- oh god."

For all he had anticipated he had failed to so brace himself for that touch of his lovers fangs and the injection of venom into his blood stream that so followed- that rush of please so instantaneous that it eclipses him entirely. It is simple instinct then, to attempt to move his hands and so tangle his fingers within the locks of his lovers hair- those knotted red threads, for the first time, refusing to give as he tugs against them. His own breathing has become decidedly quicker in this moment, the slide of Sebastian's skin against his own distinctly pleasurable, the Fae only just beginning to find his way through the haze that bite so seemed to create within him before he feels Sebastian lips part from their sensual caress upon his chest- affording him a second shallow bite. He is entirely powerless to stop that groan that is forced from his lips now, eyes closing with that rush of sensation a second time, his want for release so rapidly building within him as the vampire simply keeps going, drawing lower and lower down. He so relishes that feel of lips and tongue upon his skin and yet an utter need for more sees the man very near squirm beneath Sebastian now, those more intimate areas of his frame so desperately craving his lovers touch.

He feels the vampires lips part yet again, his own eyes widening at the realisation the man so intended to bite again- his body both utterly craving that rush and yet unsure if he could truly maintain his own control as those fangs pierce shallowly into his flesh once more. He feels his own toes so curl against the sheets in response to a third touch of the venom, his breathing near ragged now as yet another moan rolls from his throat.

"God you're...a wretched creature.....sometimes."

He can barely get the words from his lips in the wake of that utterly glorious feeling he has been so subject too in that combination of lips and tongue and venom as Sebastian so works to heal those wounds as he had done the others. Dorian glanced down his own frame now as best he could as Sebastian's fingers hooked within the hem of his boxers, the Fae King shifting ever so slightly to better allow the man to do so- a sigh of utter relief parting his lips as Sebastian so finally afforded this near aching part of him some attention. His own back arches ever so slightly at that sensation of the man's tongue upon him, his own hips rolling forward in a near desperate attempt to have the man afford him only more of that touch he craved now. His own bound wrists wholly frustrating- denying him from touching Sebastian as he so desired and yet, he supposed, it was surely as entirely as he deserved as yet another sound of breathless pleasure rolls from within his throat. Ah how his game had been turned upon him!

"Don't you dare stop."

Dorian Aragona