That Sebastian's last home had, in fact, been an inn momentarily sees the faintest traces of surprise taint the Fae Kings features. In truth, such a revelation perhaps explained much of what Dorian had previously assumed to have been utterly poor housing design. Why the vampire chose to make his home within the confines of an inn, establishments that had, evidently, improved drastically since Dorian had last held any contact with them, the man hardly knew and yet within the very grand scheme of things he hardly finds himself concerned with the acquisition of this knowledge all the same. It is the simple assertion that Sebastian seemed to desire to stay within this city that Dorian found decidedly more pleasing. As to what or whom had prompted the vampire to acquire the estate they now resided in Dorian gave precious little thought. That Sebastian intended to linger here was satisfying enough to the man, so much so, that he hardly saw a need to question it. His fingers are hardly restrained in the manner in which they reach so easily for the bare chest of his still-yawning companion, tracing over the coin about his neck with no small measure of satisfaction at its appearance there. It was a selfish desire, a possessive one even, that surely prompted such satisfaction and yet once more Dorian hardly cares to dwell upon his own motivations for such emotions. Indeed, here and now he is far more focused upon the vampire himself.

There is, he is sure, a decided sexiness to the almost boyish appearance Sebastian's half-awake form seems to embody, Dorian hardly finding any of the desires that stir within him even remotely lessened by such an uncharacteristically ruffled appearance to his lover. There is something almost sinfully tempting about him even within such a state- the words he offers his companion reflecting just that and yet the roll of Sebastian's eyes and the playful words that accompany such a gesture are hardly missed by the Fae. A chuckle rises easily within his throat and very near against his companion's lips as he pulls away, no small trace of amusement reflected within his gaze as Sebastian makes some effort to arrange his hair. A useless folly, surely. Rousing his companion into wakefulness however has become the evident desire of the Fae King. Dorian all to easily moving to do as he had once before on the night they had met, piercing his own thumb atop that pointed tip of Sebastian's fang. The vampire falls so deathly still in those moments and yet Dorian has long since contented himself with just that reaction. The distracted note to Sebastian's words assured Dorian he held the vampire's attention so fully, his own lips so easily smeared with that touch of blood- fully content to encourage that hunger that flared to life so readily within his companion. Ah, but how he relishes kisses such as this! How he has craved this man for far too long! He can hardly help the sound of satisfaction that rises from within him at the feel of Sebastian's tongue across his upper lip, the vampire moving to offer his lower lip much the same in pursuit of that blood that adorned them.

He is aware of the arm that encircles him, pulling him so effortlessly into his companions lap and yet Dorian sees no reason to complain, relishing this new level of closeness, though truly he bemoans the presence of his own shirt in this moment- desiring to feel skin on skin. His breathing has already increased from this mere foreplay, Dorian half inclined to wonder if Sebastian truly was aware of that distinct increase in the thrum of his heart at even the mere anticipation of what was to come. The manner in which his companions hand encircles his own, pulling it down to allow his tongue to caress his thumb and so too, taste even this last drop of blood, brings another chuckle of amusement to his lips. It is only when he finds Sebastian's forehead resting against his own that Dorian makes an effort to steady his own slightly raised breathing once more- one hand reaching to allow his fingers to tease almost absentmindedly within those still tousled dark locks of his companions hair. Sebastian's assurance that he was very much awake is met with the softest of simpers.

"I am aware of that."

He murmurs softly. Situated within the man's lap as he was the Fae remained entirely aware of much of his companion's body and just how it responded to him, Dorian rather assured there is something decidedly pleasurable in even this knowledge. The vampire's words however, see the fae pull back ever so slightly, a clear look of inquisitiveness settled upon his features now, his gaze moving briefly to follow Sebastian's own though indeed the Fae failed to find the source of the man's interest. For all his experience, all his years and all his countless couplings over such times Dorian has never truly explored the notion that such things might be done outside of the bedroom. His curiosity, as always however, readily reflects within the silver of his gaze. He had subjected Sebastian to several of his own ideas already- that the man may have something of his own to show is distinctly intriguing to the Fae.

"I think I am entirely game, as you call it."

It is a new word, in this context and yet it hardly takes Dorian a moment to seize upon its meaning, the man moving to ease himself from his companions lap- although truly he had found himself wholly comfortable there- before allowing Sebastian to take his hand, interlacing his fingers so easily with the man's own before allowing himself to be lead to the adjoining room.

"Oh."

Modern bathrooms in any sense of the word are still something of a novelty to the man. Dorian's gaze readily drawn towards the large black tub within the centre off the room, the first bath he has seen since leaving his own home- a distinct look of pleasure afforded to his features at the realisation that some, clearly, still appreciated the luxury of a bath. Something far superior, he is sure, to the standing required by a shower. He releases Sebastian's hand only long enough to move towards the bath and examine it, allowing his fingers to dip ever so slightly into the warmth of the steaming water. Oh he had missed such luxuries as this! The notion of using it as Sebastian intended however was decidedly....foreign to him.

"I have not done such things this way before-"

It is perhaps the first inexperience he has truly admitted, the first time any true note of hesitation have tainted the King's voice and yet it is hardly the idea to which he hesitates, more so this is simply...unknown to him. It is new in so many ways, outside that zone of comfort he has existed within for so long and yet there is much within Dorian that is decidedly curious.

"-but, as I am told, there is always a time for firsts."

A soft simper tugs at his lips once more, uttering those very words Sebastian had afforded him that first night. After all, the last 'first' he had been content to try with the vampire had proven entirely worth it in every sense of the word. This, he feels, shall be no less pleasurable. His hands lift, easily beginning to undo the buttons of his own shirt, gaze lingering so unashamedly upon his companion, quite content to envision just how such heated water might feel upon his lover's skin. A clear want returning to his voice now upon those teasing lyrics.

"Show to me then, Bastien, this idea."

Dorian Aragona