Ah, but how his lover teased him with these notions of vagueness and promises of 'wait and see'! Dorian, of all creatures, so relishing in knowing when it came to such things, the man hardly befit of the patience his lover so often seemed to show when Dorian so tempted him with such mysterious things. The Fae King so lacking this virtue. Anything that was, in any sense, mysterious in nature so tugging and teasing at his thoughts in a hopeless fashion and yet he is entirely assured Sebastian was aware by now of his intense curiosity for the world at large. The vampire surely purposefully teasing him with these mere glimmers of knowledge before offering him no more as he reclined upon Sebastian's chest. Wretched creature! Sebastian's assurance but a moment later that he so knew of a game similar to this stealing of treats momentarily sees Dorians attention fixate upon this, head tilted ever so slightly in contemplation of just how such a game might be played before the Monarch so afforded his consort that description of his own comfort in this moment. Dorian unwilling in any sense to so be moved from his place on his lover's chest. How he craved this man even now! It had surely been no more than a few nights and yet those few nights were entirely too long in Dorian's opinion. Yet, it was far more than sex the Fae so found himself missing. He had missed the simple closeness of the man in every sense, his touch, his scent, in so having someone to wake up beside. It was foolish perhaps, that even a few nights might so result in this longing and yet Dorian no longer cares to so restrain his own emotion in this. His affections and wants and desires so blossoming now that he had the man beneath him and against him. Sebastian's own want in this hardly unobserved, Dorian entirely aware of that subtle change in tightness of the mans pants. Some part of the Fae entirely pleased to be the cause of it before the vampire so makes that promise for tonight. Another sigh drawn from Dorian's lips in a wholly dramatic fashion.

"Very well. I suppose I might get up then."

It takes barely a moment to so see the man return to his feet, his hand easily finding Sebastian's own to assist him too in standing, the full length of that cloak he wore becoming visible only now. Dorian's own silver gaze lingered upon it once more, contemplating the man's earlier words that this was what many so seemed to believe vampires wore. The outfit at large was not impractical and yet truly the cloak seemed a decidedly unique choice, though one Dorian chooses not to comment upon again just now. His thoughts instead returned to the idea of a festival of sorts his consort so strove to attend, his own head nodded in agreement and yet details of exactly what they were doing continued to remain elusive.

"You are being decidedly vague this evening aren't you?"

There is little save for amusement within those words, Dorian allowing the man to find his hand once more and lead him up into that bedroom and into that truly vast walk-in wardrobe with all its outfits. His slate-hued gaze so follows the man with curiosity, eyeing that box he had selected from the shelf above, Dorian leaning slightly in an effort to see around the man and into that container. Sebastian moved but a moment later, placing several pieces of white upon that ottoman within the centre, followed by a flash of something in a red hue, Dorian eyeing such choices with a ready inquisitiveness before the vampire so gestured for him to stand before him. Dorian moving to comply but a moment later, the Fae already assured that asking as to what those white pieces of cloth were would achieve no true answer. His attention returns in full to his lover then as the vampire so presses the leather jacket from his shoulders, his fingers moving deftly then to the man's waist to undo that belt, draping it about Dorian's own neck in the same moment. Sebastian's lips finding his own in an all-too fleeting fashion that left the man entirely wanting, a groan of playful frustration so parting his lips as Sebastian moves away far too soon. His attention now upon Dorian's jeans.

Ah, how this man teased him in something even so simple as this! One hand lifts upward, running through the dark of his own hair in response to that pleasurable sensation and frustration, Dorian so struggling to behave in this moment as Sebastian's lips followed that trail of his falling pants. It is almost a relief to so pause and allow Sebastian to remove his shoes before the vampire returned with those white pants, holding them out for Dorian to step within. One hand reaches out, nestling within those dirty blonde locks, gently resting his hand atop Sebastian's head to balance himself as he lifts first one leg and then the other. Sebastian's lips returned this time to his inner thigh drawing a soft exhale for the Fae Kings lips as he continues that teasing trail upward. Dorian utterly incapable of so hiding that very evident want his physical form so displayed for Sebastian alone.

"Ah, you play with fire today, Mon Cher! You have no idea."

There is the faintest breathlessness to his words, the vampire moving then to tease at the hem of his shirt, Dorian lifting his arms to assist in that removal before Sebastian's lips returned to his too-warm flesh. Another soft sound of want stirring within his throat, gaze fluttering closed a moment in that wealth of sensation. His gaze flickers open once more as that shirt is at last removed from him, Sebastian so suddenly appearing at is neck, that brush of fangs across that flesh drawing a sudden, sharp intake of breath from within the Fae. God how he wanted that bite. His consort but stepping away once more to return with a white jacket that fitted snugly against him, that single piece of red fastened about his neck a moment later as Sebastian placed that hood atop his head. The vampire stepping back now to so declare him ready. For several moments Dorian's gaze is given to drift down his own form, the man eyeing that fitted white outfit before allowing his silver gaze to find the mirror on the far side of the room, that glowing pumpkin nose so readily drawing his attention. What a perfectly odd outfit!

"Bastien, am I a dog?"

He asks but a moment later, amusement tugging softly at his features, one hand reaching up to brush along one long ear, Dorian turning then to so examine himself from behind. The Fae King, in all his years, had never once dressed in such an outfit as this before, so much of the purpose behind it lost upon him and yet some measure of delight at the sheer frivolity of it was evidently clear upon his features. Surely though, they would not go out dressed in such a manner? A veritable plethora of questions moving within his mind before one silver eye lifts ever so slightly at this newest of discoveries. That clothing fitted so snugly against his toned figure highlighting just that.

"I am not assured I understand the purpose of this outfit though I am assured that I look quite exceptional in it, especially from behind."

That entirely warm simper so spreads across his lips, the Fae King turning back to his lover now, Dorian lifting that hood ever so slightly to allow himself to tilt his head upward, lips finding Sebastian's own a final time in an entirely sweet kiss. The man pulling softly away.

"Do you know Bastien, this is the strangest thing I have ever worn and in my day tights were a very great fashion trend for men. No one from my home should ever believe I wore such a thing as this! I anticipate though, you are to tell me we are to go outside dressed as this? Will everyone at this festival be dressed as such?"

Dorian Aragona