There is, most assuredly, no lack of pleasure to be taken from the groan he manages to tease from Sebastian's lips, nor the way in which he is readily rewarded with the removal of the man's shirt- allowing him to better explore that now heated skin of his exceptional physique. He remains distinctly aware of the man's hands resting upon his waist as his own fingers move to undo the vampires jeans with a newly learned finesse, Dorian rather pleased with himself truly, hardly opposed to Sebastian's laughter or that softly uttered praise. Even within so many hundreds of years of performing such a dance as this- there remain things still for Dorian to learn. Mastery of jeans merely one of them. His eagerness for yet another taste of his companion however rapidly presses beyond any mere desire to dwell upon such a simple achievement, pulling Sebastian back against him now and too- ensnaring him in that affinity he remained so utterly unaware he wielded at all. All too easily coaxing to the surface the other man's possessiveness of him, Dorian perhaps desiring such a thing somewhere within himself. After all, in all his years there are few he has ever desired so much as this, few he has ever craved with such vigour and an utter need that is more potent than even the first time they had been together. Surely the force of his emotion for this man should have afforded him some warning as it had in the past and yet Dorian has no desire to heed it at all.

He relinquishes his own shirt as Sebastian tugs upon it. Welcoming the return of his lips to his own and the feeling of skin on skin he is so rewarded with, relishing in that heated sensation of Sebastian's equally warm form against his own. Dorian's fingers continue to tease upon the flesh of Sebastian's own waist, dipping beneath the loosened waistband of his jeans in a subtle promise to surely explore what rested beneath once more, the fae very near smiling against the vampires own lips at the whine of need his actions seem to draw from his companion. He had afforded the man his blood so that he might fully enjoy this after all. Every sensation Dorian had to give upon that now living flesh. Such a thing as much about his pleasure as Sebastian's own. The other man's fingers easily knot within the loops of his jeans, tugging him forward now, Dorian more than willing to allow himself to be led in such a manner. He had wondered, truly, if they would make it to the bed tonight- the fae finding he hardly cared where Sebastian might have decided to take him. Though the softness of his own mattress was hardly displeasing, Dorian easily falling within the other man's embrace until the pair rested atop the bed now.

His gaze rests easily upon the enchanting blue of Sebastian's own, Dorian rather assured that Sebastian held beneath him is by far one of his most favoured position to be within before his eyes draw downward, aware of the mans hands now, welcoming this lack of teasing tonight. After all, there is a time for the delicate art of seduction in every way, a pleasure to be had in a slow and languorous progression towards that ultimate goal and yet, too, there is an entirely different kind of pleasure in a far more heated exchange driven entirely by what each could give and when, how and where in a blissful tangle. He too, had not forgotten his promise to allow Sebastian to bite again- Dorian finding a ready anticipation in even the thought of such a thing as he shifts, allowing Sebastian to more easily rid him of his own jeans and boxer shorts. How very much he wanted the man's hands there! A groan of desire already upon his lips at even their proximity now. The whispered words against his ear however see the Fae pause ever-so briefly, slate-hued gaze meeting Sebastian's own once more. There is, Dorian thinks, something exceptionally...exquisite in hearing those words. He leans forward abruptly, seizing Sebastian lips in his own once more in a kiss entirely alight with every bit of desire, passion, need and....affection he felt for the man beneath him. Such an action far more explicit then any words he could afford him now. Yet Dorian is hardly done with the attention he aims to lavish upon his companion tonight.

His lips draw smoothly away, his form shifting just enough to allow him to finishing pulling down Sebastian's own jeans, Dorian already assured there would be no boxer shorts or other undergarments in the way of his advance. Discarding this last item of Sebastian's clothing into the apparent clothing abyss that is Dorian's bedroom as he straddles him once more. That the taste of his blood afforded Sebastian a taste of life had hardly been the Fae King's only observation from their first evening, Dorian entirely content to test another theory as he coaxes Sebastian to lean forward and rest upon his elbows. Dorian's hand moves with much the same efficiency as it had the last time, reaching for this most intimate part of the man beneath him, encircling Sebastian within his grasp before moving to explore the length of him. He waits only so long as it takes that first groan of pleasure to leave the vampires lips however, before he leans forward once more to capture his lips in a kiss again- the words he utters barely a husky whisper against the other man's lips.

"Would you like to see what else I learned?"

He hardly waits for an actual answer from the man, pressing his lips to Sebastian's own a final time before rather actively seeking Sebastian's right fang with his tongue. It had hardly escaped the Fae's notice that Sebastian so often seemed to favour this fang, continually running his own tongue across it, Dorian rather assured there was some level of sensitivity to the man's fangs as a whole and truly Dorian sees little need not to subject this perhaps all too underappreciated part of the man to some of his attention. He simply allows his own tongue to run across it, around it, brushing across the pointed tip of it- rather purposely finding a rhythm between his hand and tongue. Content to drown Sebastian in whatever sensations he can afford him....

Dorian Aragona