See what it's like to be a vulture's lunch
Maybe he shouldn't have laughed at Sebastian quite as much as he did, after all, the other vampire was surely damn well embarrassed about having come on to his Father in law and yet Sebastian was, well, hard to flaw. The Englishman was always so damn well put together- at least as far as Arlo was concerned. The Crusnik simply unwilling to miss an opportunity to truly laugh at Sebastian. That look of utter mortification upon the Incubus' features was hardly one Arlo had any intention of forgetting anytime soon. Sebastian's insistence that he could have been saying anything to Matteo in French was met with Arlo's own snort. The Crusnik quickly informed him that he'd had more than once French groupie in his life. Arlo having bothered to learn exactly one phrase in French. Frankly, it was the most important phrase as far as he was concerned. Sebastian so simply having uttered those very words to Matteo by chance- leaving Arlo in no doubt of what had been said. His efforts to repeat that phrase, with both an appalling accent and pronunciation, seemed to have gotten his point across all the same as Sebastian's scowl only depended before that veritable cuss of sorts left his companions lips. Arlo, once more, found himself unable to suppress that laughter as it spilled warmly into the room.
It was a damn shame, as far as he was concerned, that he hadn't been able to understand anything else Sebastian and Matteo had said that night. Arlo certain it had hardly been tame, whatever it was, the pair having practically been on the verge of making out as they'd whispered those French lyrics to one another. Arlo's hand lifted, his thumb and forefinger held together with barely any room apart to indicate just how close the vampire and his father in law had been. That near wistful sigh that left Sebastian's lips prompted the lift of one of Arlo's own eyes. He couldn't fault Seb, not really, the Fae dude was hot. Even if he was terrifying. Yet fucking your own Fatehr in law? That really was some Days Of Our Lives or Penthouse shit right there. Sebastian would never truly do it, surely. Still, there was no harm in the vampire having his fantasies right? Maybe they weren't exactly the kind of fantasies Arlo himself understood but hey- whatever worked. Sebastian's sex life was a damn sight more active then his own so who was he to judge? It was his companions' insistence that he hardly remembered what that blood had tasted like however that prompted Arlo's own features to frown. Did Sebastian really not remember that? Fuck it had smelled good.
Sebastian's efforts to have him describe exactly how that blood had smelled saw the younger vampire become contemplative once more. Arlo's tongue brushed over his own sharpened canines- that gesture near instinctive- as he considered the smell. Arlo made every effort in that moment to describe that blood in only the way one vampire could to another. Blood, despite how simple it seemed, was full of subtle intricacies. Like a song with hidden notes. Matteo's blood had been...intense in every way. It had lacked the salty, almost metallic tang that seemed to cling to most beings' blood and often tainted the first mouthful or so. Matteo had been....pure richness. A decadence. He had smelled....like Dorian but far, far more intense. It was almost a waste for Sebastian to have tasted it and not remember! That groan that left the other vampires lips reflected that sentiment exactly before Arlo lamented he hardly knew how Sebastin had found the strength to stop feeding. Maybe his own venom had...softened Sebastian vampiric instincts somehow. Maybe they would never know.
"If you ever get to taste it again you need to come find me so I can bite you while it's still in your veins."
That, Arlo was sure, would be a taste he would never forget in turn. Sebastian, after all, smelled bloody fucking good right now. He always did. Matteo's blood in Sebastian would only improve it right? It was that very consideration of biting that so seemed to bring Arlo's own thoughts more firmly back to the present and exactly what Sebastian had promised him in exchange for that information. His companion still seemed entirely willing to hold up his end of the bargain as Sebastian rose from his seat to wander over to the kitchen table and drag out a singular dining room chair. One Arlo was content to eye almost dubiously right along with Sebastian's insistence it would only hurt for a minute. God how he wanted that release, hell, he needed it and yet how....anxious he found himself at the thought of being bitten by another vampire. Hypocritical though that thought surely was given his own feeding style. Arlo rose from his own chair then to make his way toward Sebastian. His finger found the button and zip of his jeans only to tug them down and step neatly out of them before tossing them onto the back of the couch with the insistence he had every intention of leaving his boxer shorts on in the least. Sebastian's assurance he had seen all of Arlo before and that those shorts were only going to get in the way of Arlo's own hands prompted the vampires gaze downward once more as he eyed that silk material. Sebastian had seen him already he supposed. It wasn't like this could get any weirder, maybe he should just take them off.
Arlo's blunt insistence that he had no intention of making out with Sebastian however seemed to coax a chuckle from the other man. There had to be some boundaries, right? It was one thing to have himself.....visible to another man. It was different to be making out with that man. Sebastian insisted he would keep that in mind as Arlo settled within the kitchen chair. Arlo shifted slightly then, his fingers reached upward to catch the hem of his boxer shorts before he slipped them downward just enough to allow himself easy access to...well....himself. All Arlo had to offer so notably on display in that moment. Even if he still held some doubts about the true ability of Sebastian's venom.
"Alright, boxers down, don't go staring at it or anything though, bud."
Arlo was almost certain he could hear Sebastian's eyes rolling behind him, as illogical as it was. The Crusnik was hardly sure it mattered if Sebastian stared or not at this point before the elder vampire shifted behind him. Arlo was oblivious, in that moment, to just how tense he had become. The faint touch of Sebastian's lips agianst the sensitive slope of his neck prompted a near sudden flinch. Arlo had clearly anticipated that bite in every sense. Had Sebastian done it already? Was that it? His companions' insistence he hadn't done anything yet prompted Arlo to glance back toward his companion near dubiously. He needed to relax?
"I am relaxed."
He argued. That was a lie. They both knew it. Arlo's head turned back to face that living room once more. The younger man made an effort to sit back within that chair and ease that tension within his muscles. If he could get a tattoo he could sure as hell let Seb bite him right? The suddenness with which his muscles seemed to release that tension was almost....remarkable and yet, Arlo hardly found himself considering that notion for particularly long. His thoughts instead seemed to near fixate upon Sebastian's hand as it caressed his shoulder, soothing those muscles further. He'd never had a man do that before and yet Sebastian was.....pretty damn good at it. Maybe this wasn't so bad. Hell, it actually felt nice. How utterly oblivious he was to that manipulation of his pheromones! A breath Arlo hardly realised he had been holding was effortlessly released. Sebastian's suggestion to close his eyes seemed so...sensible. Yeah. He could close his eyes. That was a good idea. Arlo's gaze flickered closed. His whole figure was notably more relaxed then before as Sebastian's hand was replaced with his lips as they diligently searched for a vein. That very notion hardly seemed alarming in any sense. In fact, that felt nice as well.
"You know, you're really good at this."
He could almost, almost imagine it was Abby. God what he wouldn't give for her lips on him like that, for her hands. Arlo shifted once more, the Crusnik leaning just slightly into the soft press of Sebastian's lips. He wanted.....more of that.....