A light purr rumbles through his chest as once more the little one sinks his fangs firmly into his flesh, feeding gently. He lays beck, settling against the hard ground while the boy snuggles in close to him. The adorable little noises he makes and cuddling motions makes Dorian smile wide. [i]'He is at least good at going right to sleep I recall many a newborn with the tendency to toss and turn, their old biological clocks telling them that it is time to be outside, doing things'[/i] His fingers stroke through the now loose hair along the back of James's head as the little one drifts off to sleep, Dorian too busy thinking over things to fall asleep as fast as the young man on his chest. Eventually thought he finds his eyelids falling closed and with a long sigh he drifts off to sleep just as the first touches of daylight begin coloring the walls of the cave.

As those fangs are carefully extracted from his neck Dorian rouses a little, the light in the cave making his sigh ever so slightly. [i]'He was doing so well, waking nearer to sunset. . . .Perhaps it is because we are on the road, or the call of the outdoors driving him to wake so early. ..'[/i] He refrains from grunting as the body rolls off of him and across the floor. [i]'He is going to be so filthy when we get where we are going'[/i] e polls his eyes behind his eyelids but remains still, trying to get some more rest before he's forced to wake for the night. 

It isn't too long however before Dorian feel's the young male's eyes boring holes in him and with a long sigh he opens his own eyes and gazes back at James. He groans softly, his hand coming up to drape over his eyes. “Little One, you are so energetic. Yo are going to wear me out one of these days.” He smiles fondly and looks with one eye over at the young man with wild hair. “Oh, and do you not look the mess young man.” He chuckles lightly and motions the boy over, opening his arms wide it indicate he wants James to lay back down beside him. “Come here, let us talk for a bit Little One.”