Sebastian EllingtonI need to feel you again, feel my lips on your skin
for one night I could be him, no, I could be better
There was of little doubt that this simple dance of flirtation and the subsequent copulate was the better part of Sebastian's existence. After all, regardless of the species, the hunt for food largely took up the life of any animalistic beast. In that fashion, Sebastian supposed he was hardly any different. It was this perhaps regular requirement of intimacy that gave the man a far better than most appreciation of even the simplest of touches - the way that lips might softly caress his own with just the smallest touch of saliva to give him a taste. Oh how such a teasing notion might linger upon the vampire's mind! It was but an appetizer to a far more delicious feast that he had the pleasure of watching come together. Still, it was such a sensation that lingered upon his mind as he led the man back towards his own hotel suite, entirely oblivious to the fashion at which he was purposefully kept between the fellow and the nearby traffic. In fact, Sebastian was also oblivious to the way in which his companion regarded the door of the witchery with mistrust. In most, he was far too aware of the simple truth that the hotel spoke of -- money. It was for this reason alone Sebastian more often then not followed his interests to their own home rather than offering his. He'd had his share of thieves in the past - hell, he'd been one himself in years long forgotten.

And yet, despite the decided risk involved, Sebastian found his crystalline gaze turned back upon the exquisite fae with a hint of inquisitiveness. There was a hint of taste of opulence from the clearly foreign man, one that suggested he might find some sense of contentment within the affluence of the hotel. He was all too aware of the simper that a lit the fairy's features. His own face contorted into a look of satisfaction as he shrugged out of his coat, willingly letting the fairy explore the contents of the bedroom. Sebastian's gaze followed the man around the room as his fingertips brushed across the surface of the furniture, the vampire meanwhile tossing his wallet on a nearby table, followed by his keys before his fingertips slowly came to the top button of his shirt. His crystalline blue eyes met the curious glance of the fairy, his head bobbing in a nod of permission before the fairy's fingertips reached out to touch the colored glass of the lamp. "It is." Sebastian responded in agreement, his fingers moving down his own shirt to the next button.

Briefly, his gaze swept over the room at the fairy's admittance, "Mmhm, it's modeled after the same era I was born in." Sebastian responded softly, rarely ever actually admitting his own age. "It makes me feel like home." It was that reason in particular that the vampire had chosen this place. It wasn't often he stumbled upon a place that made him feel so particularly serene. His long slender fingers moved down towards the next button, his cerulean gaze watching as the man shrugged off his own jacket and yet the presence of the sword fastened onto his back hardly prompted even so much as a glance of surprise from the vampire. After all, in his world, fencing had been a regular part of his life. As a true gentleman, he'd been trained well enough to defend himself against the thugs and ruffians that had roamed those cobblestone streets and alleyways. Still, it had been nearly a century since Sebastian had carried one himself.

His own fingertips finished unbuttoning his shirt, letting it hang loosely around his frame under his companion's gaze, all too aware of that glimpse of pleasure that crossed the man's features. It was that singular glance that spoke volumes to the man, the vampire freely calling upon his own affinity as he followed the fae towards the edge of his bed. He let his magic run rampant within the room, coaxing to life those primal desire and that irresistible attraction. "Sebastian." His husky voice slowly drew at the lyrics as he settled next to the fairy, his back pressed against the sheets as his pale blue gaze stared up at the features of the man. His fingertips reached up, his touch surely cold against the warmth of the fairy's skin as he pressed his hand into the back of the fae's neck, clearly attempting to coax him down so that the vampire's lips could gingerly press against the nape of his neck. "What would you like me to call you?" He inquired, hardly caring if whatever name he was offered was even the man's true name. After all - it was just for tonight wasn't it? What did it matter to Sebastian?