Time seemed to slow but also speed up. It was like some crazy drug he had taken where everything was as it seemed, and wasn't. Nothing else existed outside this room to Darien. He loved the intimacy, how he had the vampire all to himself now. The fae knew he was just another face in a long line, but for right now he was the only one. He had him all to himself. Selfishly, he intended to relish in this forever. The attachment he felt towards Seb was only growing. Was this just an intense infatuation? To Darien it felt like something more. Pure, natural and strong. Not short-lived. Not just some crush that would fade away. He felt close, he felt deep affection.

Hearing the sexually charged sounds that escape from Seb is addicting, intoxicating. He wanted to hear more of it, he wanted more.

Darien was use to playing submissive and truly that's what he loved, so he gladly allows Sebastian to regain the dominate position and in return peel away the last of his own clothes. Suddenly naked and completely bare, all his insecurities and faults now there for him to see, he feels so defenseless and exposed. In fact, when he saw the look on Seb's face, all manners of things shot into his head. Not even the feeling of those jeans finally releasing him, or how he loved feeling his cool skin upon his overly heated own. He mistook the concern look for one of disappointment and the fae seems suddenly self-conscious. Then, with some some minor 'looking to see where his eyes are', he sees what he was implying.

And relief washes over him.

Darien in fact had forgotten about the cut on his leg. Even the usual, godforsaken itching from the stitches were settled in this moment. Seeing the vampire actually sound and look concerned tugs at his heart strings, and hearing him call him 'babe'. Well, a brief smile of fondness governs his face. Part of him wanted to say it was fine (because it really was) that it wasn't hurting .. too much. He didn't want to ruin the moment, but Darien was about to see, there was no way to ruin it. Before the fae can even say anything, he watches as he brings his wrist to his mouth and bites it. The slight grimace lets the fairy know that he was really trying to draw blood long before he actually sees and smells it. Why he was doing this, Darien isn't sure, but he has no trouble making the connection.

He sits up slightly on his elbows, a look of confusion and arousement on his expression.

He sits up slightly as Sebastian then offers it. Drink? He stares at his bloody wrist for a second, looking at the blood and then looks up; making eye contact. Without even openly questioning him, Darien accepts it, laying back down on the bed. The taste of his blood was as expected, but with the elevated sexual energy, it wasn't unpleasant. It was wet and metallic; it was Sebastian and to Darien it was inviting and good. Even though it lacked any warmth, and it was still bitter, it was silky smooth and it was part of the very man he so adored. Darien wouldn't have been so eager or willing if it was anyone else.

He knew this.

Greedily, but no less with some tinge of compassion, he sucks up the essence that drips from the puncture marks. He closes his eyes to better indulge, to increase the sensation of pleasure. Much to his surprise, he then feels Seb caressing his privates with his tongue. His heart begins to race even faster, and involuntary soft moans escape from him. His hand finds the vampire's head, and his fingers stroke his hair, occasionally grabbing it when a particular wave of pleasure washed over him. As he laps up the last of the blood before it begun to coagulate, the red liquid smeared on his lips, he can feel the cuts and wounds on his face and leg begin to feel .. normal? The stitches seemed to tighten (and he'd surely have to now cut them out), but a strange numbness replaces the faint sting of healing.

But this wasn't something he was too concerned with at the moment. He'd thank Sebastian, just not with words - or at least not with words right now.

He had fantasized about this for so long, the excitement of it finally happening, Darien is overwhelmed. He needs to pace himself for fear of finishing before it has even begun. Even just feeling Seb's soft and wet touch was enough to drive him home. He gently uses his hands to grab Seb's head and (sitting up now) he pulls him away from his groin and roughly kisses him. He feels extremely hot and energized. He's crazy with lust. Darien can't even speak or say anything. He's aggressive, one hand wrapping around the vampire's throat to gently squeeze and the other by his jaw, his fingers lightly scratching the hair and scalp behind his ear. He then slowly and methodically pushes Seb (after a few intense seconds of kissing) back towards the pillows of the bed, and straddles him, as if trying to claim him like some wild animal.

With a devilish smile on his face, his lips still red in some places from the blood that wasn't licked or washed off from the passionate lip locking, he slides down, first gently using his hands to stroke Sebastian's member. His eyes looking at his face and eyes for any expression of pleasure. He gives the head a few kisses in between his stroking. Even though he's filled with insatiable desire and just wanting to be dirty and rough, he's still loving to tease, to truly enjoy this. But even he can't control himself for in a way he's also teasing himself. After what probably felt like forever, he finally parts his lips and takes the vampire fully in his mouth. At first slowly, and then with more deep and paced intent.

Darien, submissive? He wasn't much right now.