There was absolutely no denying that his lover was entirely capable in his abilities to so utilize his tongue and lips for the vampire's own pleasure, that sensation of Dorian's wet, tongue so delicately brushing against his flesh was enough to caught the vampire's breath to so quicken in his ecstasy. To be afforded those delicately gratifying sensations at the touch of the man he so nearly craved surely heightened the pleasure he took from such a moment as this. There was no denying that swiftness in Dorian's working so unraveled what little control Sebastian might have held - such wants already blossoming thanks entirely to those emotional urges for the King that, somehow, remained so unfulfilled. The vampire's fingertips so reached down, smearing that paint only further upon the fae's silken flesh upwards and up his collarbone and around his neck, that blue and green so mixing together to create a hue more alike to turquoise then the colors they had originally been. He pressed his lover further against him, so encouraging the King to take him further into his mouth as those moans so left his own lips with an increased rapidity. He crept ever closer to that pentacle of satisfaction, urged on by Dorian's own mouth only to find himself utterly denied in those precarious moments right before he found himself plunging over the other side of that metaphorical roller coaster of pleasure.

A certainly frustrated groan so left his lips as Dorian pulled away from him. Though there was no denying that he certainly wanted the King in a far more clingy fashion, his body too so longed for that release that, for a moment, he found himself entirely unable to discern which want was greater than the other. He watched as Dorian so rose to his own feet, the vampire wholly enraptured with the King in those moments. He would have followed the man anywhere if not simply to just be close to his lover, even if the man so cruelly left him wanting in that fashion he so presently was. His indigo gaze so intently watched the fae as his fingertips so trailed up his chest and further from those areas that so desperately yearned for the man's touch. He hardly moved, however, as Dorian so stepped around him, his gaze merely following the King in the best fashion he might so be able to before he felt Dorian so step further against him, that squish of paint upon his back was but a momentary distraction from that flesh that lingered just underneath that thin layer of oil. This was exactly what he had so needed, this contact of skin as his own body so leaned into Dorian's embrace.

He was aware of that brush of paint that so trailed down his arms at the brush of his lover's touch, the vampire's gaze so following those fingers as they trailed down his body, his breath still all too rapid. That simple touch, that simple presence of Dorian's undivided affection somehow managed to so arouse the vampire, the man so utterly lost to those possessive needs and that stroke of lustful fire that burned within him. Sebastian found himself so relaxing within the King's embrace, his hands reaching down to settle upon his lover's, his fingers momentarily intermingling within the fae's own. It was peculiar, that he had managed to find some kind of contentment even though he was left so utterly aching for his lover's touch much further below where the King's arms now rested. He allowed the man to so guide him forward, his own fingers gripping the edges of his desk in anticipation of what was to come. He waited with expectation, his own body relaxing in preparation as Dorian's hand returned firmly to his hip, the vampire shifting at the slightest touch from his companion to so place his body exactly as his lover so desired him. He could hear the brush of material as Dorian busied himself with dropping his own pants. The vampire's head shifted ever so slightly, the vampire glancing towards his lover as the man so situated himself momentarily behind him.

There was no hesitation in the King's movements, the man entirely confident in his actions despite the relative newness still of their coupling in such a fashion. His hips thrusted forward, so entering the vampire with such an earnestness that Sebastian himself could entirely feel. An audible gasp left his lips in that singular moment, his body shifting ever so slightly to adjust to what he knew was but momentary discomfort. That groan upon his lover's lips brought a small simper to his own, the vampire entirely pleased that it was he alone that so produced such sounds from Dorian's lips. It was an entirely selfish desire and yet, it existed all the same, that simple want to be the only soul to so cause the King such satisfaction to so coax such melodic noises from the man's lips. He could hardly deny he enjoyed the sensation of his lover's hand so firmly upon his hip, the man's shortened, cleaned nails digging into his flesh, that combinations of sensations and sounds so causing a soft groan to so leave his own lips to join those of Dorian's. His hands tightened upon that mahogany desk as Dorian's hips so began to find that pleasurable rhythm within him, so chasing away any unpleasantness in a veritable wake of pleasure.

His breath was once again found that rapid quickness with each thrust of his lover's hips only further pushing the King into his own body in a fashion he was entirely remiss to ever allow end. That desire for closeness only now beginning to find any hint of real satisfaction. It was that soft tug at his own locks that saw the vampire's head shift, so giving into his lover's whims as his body slowly rose, his hands releasing from their tight grip upon the desk instead for that touch of Dorian's chest against his spine. He could feel Dorian's arms settling around his waist, so pulling his body further against him until they were nearly flush. He allowed his body to lean back into such an embrace so effortlessly, with wants and desires still overflowing for any measure of closeness he was provided. The vampire allowed his neck to be turned ever so slightly, providing that access that he hadn't anticipated his lover to take in the fashion in which he so did. That hot breath against the cold pallor of his flesh caused a small shudder to trace it's way down his arched spine, the vampire all too aware of that ragged fashion in which the King's breath so matched his own. His head tilted to the side ever further at that brush of Dorian's tongue tracing its way upwards and towards his ear, the action alone so causing another moan to leave the vampire's lips. He could hardly deny that simper that so settled upon his features as the man so nuzzled into his neck, his body entirely pressing against him as he so thrusted within him with such an ardor even Sebastian himself could feel. God how he loved to so unlace that rigid control that too so often marred his companion from those years the man had spent within that palace.

For all that lust, all that need and cravings, and indeed all that love, Sebastian hadn't anticipated the art in which Dorian was so capable of finding every such kink or preference the vampire so held in moments such as these, when passion so dominated all else. That bite into his flesh, however, so caused his gaze to widen ever so slightly, a gasp so leaving his mouth within that moment, followed immediately by a moan and a flutter of his eyelashes as he once again fell into that warm embrace of his lover's, those whispered words so leaving his lips in the height of all those sensations, "God, I fucking love you."