Throughout the past two centuries or so, there was no denying that the enigmatic vampire had seen his fair share of lovers. Though he'd certainly written most off due to their uncoordinated, chaste, or generally poor capabilities between the sheets, he too had experienced the few rare gems or, when he was younger still, well paid women of the night. He had learned well the capabilities he had held not only with those pointed canines but too with the affinity he so effortlessly wielded. He learned the sensations he was able to create and in return, those rare intriguing souls too parted upon him their own experience till the man could quite confidently say that this was one area of his life in which his skills were well honed. After all, the offering of such pleasure in return for substance was entirely how he survived. Still, it had been several decades since any such encounters required any skill or thoughtfulness from the man. Dorian alone still somehow managed to so keep him on his toes, breeching aspects of his sexuality that had been long gone unoffered to others or, in the case of too his more primal half, ignored even by himself.

He could not deny the satisfaction he took from any such idea that lingered within Dorian's mind, nor would he fail to rise to the occasion in perhaps more ways than one. Still, for all his enjoyments of such notions, Sebastian's decidedly pleasant mood momentarily saw the man tease his companion for so readily offering but another fantasy. This, he was assured, was entirely why his gender was so chastised for 'always thinking of sex'. In this topic alone there were perhaps no boundaries to dance around, this was, after all, and had always been the heart of their relationship. And, sometimes the vampire had to remind himself, it surely always would remain so. "In time, we could christen each room of the house if it so interested you." Sebastian offered, entirely unable to chase away that mischievous grin that flittered across the man's features. After all, he excelled in taking that which was offered to him regardless of the environment he found himself in - he always had, even before his death. What had begun as romps in stables or servant corridors turned into intimate touching in alleyways and seedy motels. Furniture itself was a word of endless possibilities.

Sebastian himself was well aware of the implicit rule of such boundaries that existed to him within the public eye and though they were at times difficult to uphold, the Englishman did well to remain ever the gentleman, respecting that which his royal companion was not yet ready to cross. His hands, even in moments such as this, stayed entirely to himself, his crystalline gaze but flickering to his companion as he watched dutifully as the fellow took another bite into the sandwich he had been given. Still, Sebastian could hardly deny his own desire to perhaps too take the form of his ever attractive companion. There was a certain level of intimacy afforded to the actions they'd taken tonight, one which Sebastian was all too keen to engage in once again. "I would not be opposed to trying, though do not feel as if you must." He knew well, after all, that such sensations were entirely new and some never grew a liking to them. Finding pleasure in that discomfort took a certain kind of skill, it was a world the vampire was all too happy to show his lover.

His thoughts, however, drifted from such an offer only to instead be given the beginning of another such notion before it was so abruptly stolen from him! The words alone caused the vampire's head to tilt ever so slightly in consideration, his eyes set entirely upon his companion, all too aware that they game they played had but once again blossomed to life. It was his turn and like he so often did, Sebastian wasted particularly little time in making his own move. He stepped closer towards his companion, momentarily pausing the man as his fingertips brushed upon Dorian's sleeve. His hand rose toward the fairy's neck, his knuckles gingerly brushing against his flesh before tucking under his chin only raise Dorian's head ever so slightly, "Have I not contented you enough for tonight that you should so immediately think of next time?" He inquired, leaning down so that his lips could brush against Dorian's neck, his voice softer as he spoke against the man's skin. "Perhaps I should bite you again..." He paused, his mouth parted ever so slightly, "....here....and now?" Sebastian inquired, letting those tipped canines gingerly run against the man's flesh the way he so typically did when searching diligently for that vein to bite into. "Though, I suppose you have lost enough blood, for one night, haven't you?" The vampire muttered pulling away from the fairy's flesh slowly, a single smoldering glance given to his companion before his attention turned back towards the sound of voices coming from the entrance of the park.

Fo so long he had allowed Dorian to create within him that want which the man so failed to satisfy until "next time". Tonight, however, tonight Sebastian continued to flip the metaphorical table. Still, the vampire was entirely content to merely shove his hands in his pockets, aware entirely of the wants his own simple actions played upon. Thankfully, the arrival at the park kept such a game from progressing much further though the abundance of others entirely caught his intrigue. He trailed behind his companion and into the large field, glancing over the individual that staked their own position on the grassy knoll. Hardly much persuasion was required for the vampire to settle on the grass beside the fairy King, the Englishman reclining back upon his elbows, his legs straight out in front of him. He knew better to inquire after what they were waiting for and yet, there were startlingly few events in which so many people tended to leave their homes at such an hour to sit upon the grass. "Is today a holiday I've forgotten of?" He inquired, his eyes slowly drifting from the crowd to the man at his side, curious to see what little he might be able to coax from Dorian.