It might be surprising to hear Sebastian admit that he was surprisingly used to bad sex. Despite the fact that such intimate activities took up a large portion of the vampire's life - most of the individuals he returned to various hotel rooms with were either drunk, high, or entirely desperate for any sort of physical contact. They were not exactly the kind of people whom were skilled in any regard with such exertion. Even fewer still had any such care for tending to the vampire's needs more than they were simply feeling the entire scope of what Sebastian was capable of providing them. That wasn't to say Sebastian was somehow incapable of being disappointed in any such regard. However, he hardly had the expectations that his companion perhaps anticipated of him, instead, the Englishman was entirely focused upon being able to love the fae that so haunted him - even if he would never actually admit such a inkling crossing the forefront of his mind as he pressed Darien back against the bed.His lips brushed with a ginger caress against that of the man beneath him as his fingers strove to pull of the clothing that separated them. He yearned for that skin on skin contact, he hungered for the sensation of Darien nestled against him.

In the depths of those needs, Sebastian hardly paused at the shiver that ran over Darien's flesh, even though he knew well that the pallor of his own cold, dead skin would hardly assist the man in finding any warmth in this. Sebastian was a leech in every sense of the word. It was a fact he'd long come to accept. Instead of focusing upon such dejecting thoughts, however, Sebastian allowed Darien to peel off his own shirt from his back, the vampire's hands immediately reaching to feel the warmth of Darien's flesh against his palms. It was a sensation he was hardly given a chance to relish in long before the fae guided him down against the sheets, instead taking the position Sebastian himself had occupied but moments ago. The vampire hardly protested, however, instead his crystalline blue gaze watched the fellow upon him with a glimpse of inquisitiveness before Darien leaned closer to steal a singular kiss. His head tilted to the side as the fairy begun working his way down Sebastian's neck, his teeth easily finding that sensitive flesh and softly a sound left the vampire's lips, his eyes flickering shut for the briefest of moments to simply enjoy the sensations offered to him.

His gaze fluttered open as Darien begun to make his way down towards Sebastian's chest. The vampire watched each of the man's movements, his gaze momentarily meeting Darien's as a warm simper crossed his masculine features. Sebastian knew exactly where he was going and his body reacted all too willingly with anticipation of Darien's touch. His own breath hitched ever so slightly as Darien's lips brushed against his pelvis, the man reaching down just enough to pull down the jeans he wore before they too were discarded in the ever growing pile of clothing. Sebastian all too willingly gave into Darien's wants, pushing himself off the mattress to place his hand upon the back of the man's neck, his lips brushing against Darien's in a frenzy of unbridled want. His own hips strove to press against Darien's as the fae grinded against him and in turn Sebastian's breathing had began to quicken with that sensation of the jeaned material against his flesh. For a while, he submitted to the feeling - if only to press his lips further against his companion's. After all, it had been quite some time since he had seen the fae last and he had every intention of being entirely selfish in case there was too time before the man again graced his life.

Despite Sebastian's perhaps willingness to take his time with Darien, even he could not be simply teased forever. It wasn't long until Sebastian rocked forward just enough to again position Darien upon his back on the mattress if only just to allow the vampire the ability to remove those rather restrictive jeans. Unfortunately, Sebastian hardly got particularly far in his task - much less given a chance to really enjoy the sight of Darien before the disaster that was his leg met Sebastian's gaze. His lips pressed together ever so slightly at the sight of the stitches, the vampire pausing the moment Darien's jeans hit the floor only to inspect the wound more. "Oh, babe." He whispered softly, his crystalline gaze glancing upwards ever so slightly at the man with a concerned expression crossing his handsome English features. No - this would not do.

Sebastian paused, bringing his own wrist to his mouth. With a natural ease, his fangs found the veins within his own flesh, the man wincing ever so slightly with the puncture. His own venom failed to work on him, hardly providing himself with the rush of pleasure that it did his victims, nor did his own blood taste in any way appetizing to himself. Regardless, the job was done, and without hesitation Sebastian held out his now bleeding wrist to his companion. "Drink." He uttered softly as he leaned down to bring his wrist to Darien's lips. His own body, however, wrist aside, positioned itself almost comfortably within Darien's lap. Sebastian's head leaned against Darien's now naked thigh of only for Sebastian to distract himself from the rather discomforting sensation by running his tongue along the length of Darien's member. After all,
it wouldn't be sex with Sebastian without a little blood spilled.