That soft, nonchalant chuckle that so left the lips of the Hunter was somehow music to the vampire's ears. He could feel the way in which the man seemed to calm in those moments, that tension that had earlier afflicted him somehow simply melting away at the memories that surely existed between them. He paused for a moment, his dark, navy eyes staring down at his companion, the smallest of simper's so crossing his features. It was strange to think, really, that once upon a time he'd failed to cross any boundaries at all with this man if only for his concerns for how much William would suffer if he had made his affections known - and now look at where they had wound up. It was a thought he hardly chose to dwell on now, the man instead leaning forward to allow his tongue to slide along that silver blade, entirely aware, in that moment, of William's fingertips brushing down his bare chest and the planes of his abonmens. That simple touch hardly drew a reaction from the vampire, his focus entirely upon the blood he licked from that pommel of silver, knowing well that in that simple moment, he held the entirety of William's attention.

Sebastian knew well how much William cherished that blade - just as he knew well what sort of imagery his tongue sliding against that sharpened silver could so produce. He was content to afford that blade his full attention until it had once again achieved some level of cleanliness, though certainly not the care it deserved. He leaned forward, against his companion ever so slightly, hardly even considering his own body's lack of clothing his form brushed against his companion whilst he delicately placed that blade upon the nightstand beside his bed. For a moment he flicked his wrist, eying the slightly burnt flesh of his fingertips that had too been holding that silver hilt. His skin was perhaps far more damaged than he would have liked, but he was hardly perturbed of it, merely accepting the pain for what it was if not for the promise of the blood he knew he was going to take. His attention turned fully back to his companion, his head tilted ever so slightly to side as William inquired as to what he was going to do with his companion. "What do you want to do with me?" Sebastian inquired softly, his accented lyrics entirely holding that husky tone, one he used so often in moments such as these that it became entirely habitual.

His fingertips, however, refound their diligent task, unzipping his companion's jeans. He was well aware of the fashion in which William's gaze seemed to widen, his hand slipping further down the vampire's form and for the first time tonight, Sebastian found himself entirely aware of his non-existent clothing. There was no denying that even moments such as this had a way of so arousing his form. His body was nearly instinctively used to the idea of different lovers, committing was altogether a foreign concept for him and though, he found it on a whole not a difficult task to so give Dorian his heart, even he could still not deny those moments in which his form so reacted to such primal urges. Blood and sex had always been his sort of vices. And yet, for all those wants that so flared within him, Sebastian did his best to abstain from such desires, the vampire simply shaking his head ever so slightly in response to his companion, hardly perturbed by the slip of his fingertips. Instead, he shifted his body, moving so that his hands could so work that jeaned material from William's hips, pulling them off of the man's lanky body only to deposit them entirely haphazardly upon the floor.

For a moment, the vampire simply eyed that remaining thin fabric of undergarments his thoughts entirely veiled before he repositioned in such a way that he was laying on his stomach between William's legs, propped up ever so slightly on his elbows. Gingerly, his fingertips pulled upwards at William's boxers, so exposing the man's inner thigh to give him access to exactly what he wanted. He'd told William well of his intentions, on that night that they had met. That very vein had always been his favorite, even if he rarely partook of it. Slowly, his lips lowered to Wlliam's flesh, kissing a soft trail from his knee all the way up towards where his thigh hit his groin. It was that very area that Sebastian so avoided touching, even though he knew well that such wants there would exist soon enough for both of the men. Regardless, his tongue gingerly tasted the flesh on that inner thigh Sebastian had so claimed as his own, finding each and every vein that existed just beneath the skin in the process.

For a brief moment, his indigo eyes drifted upwards towards his companion, watching him with decided care before his lips once again parted, this time wider than before and soon, those canine incisors pierced the flesh of William's inner thigh, right above his knee. It was an entirely fleeting moment before Sebastian pulled his fangs from that very spot, his tongue so licking at those identical holes he'd made with an easy flick and all the while, his attention remained entirely steadfast upon his companion to see exactly how he reacted. It was no secret that the venom Sebastian was so able to produce within his victims not only encouraged their blood to flow freely but also filled their system with that undeniable sense of pleasure. Once, he'd nearly brought Dorian to the edge of satisfaction with just the application of nothing more than a steady sequence of bites. He might not be allowed to so touch his companion but he could hardly deny his curiosity on what he was capable of doing with his own venom - willing to offer his companion something before he took from him what Sebastian himself so desperately desired.

Sebastian Ellington