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
In that moment, caught so closely to the fae that had so obsessively invaded his thoughts, Sebastian's gaze remained entirely steadfast upon the man that stood bunch inches from his frame. It might have been true that he had been hesitant at the beginning of this evening to take their encounter back to the hotel rooms he so frequented but it was hardly out of want for the man. Quite on the contrary, Sebastian had wanted things to be different with Darien then it was with everyone else. It was difficult to do so - if only because his feeding habits had a fashion of invading the very things that were by definition treasured in such intimate and loving relationships. Regardless - Sebastian was all too painfully aware of how alone they finally were. Here, there were no prying eyes to subject the pair with their judgemental stares. There was nothing to disrupt this perfect moment - except for himself. Darien had a fashion of unraveling the restraint the vampire so meticulously held though he doubted the man had even the faintest idea of his control over him. He could smell Darien - the scent of the fae was still as tantalizing as it had been the moment they'd first met. It prevaded the small box the men stood within till the scent of the man and the beat of his heart within his ribcage and the sensation of his lips upon Sebastian's nearly would have caused the vampire to have his way with the fairy right there. Nearly.

He was hardly oblivious to the way at which the man's cheeks flushed red with warmth or the simper that alite his features. It pleased the vampire to be able to create such a reaction within Darien. He much rather see his companion happy then the emotions that had so viciously tugged at him earlier. That alone too was a rarity. Sebastian didn't often care. Not like this. Not in the way Darien made him. "It's okay." He responded softly, a small part of him pleased that Darien might have wanted this without the further coaxing of his own overwhelming affinity. Sebastian relished in the nearly affectionate brush of the man's hand against his cheek and the kiss upon his lips before Darien stepped out of the elevator. He watched the boy back away from him, his hand reached out ever so slightly to snag Darien's before he was entirely out of his grasp. The vampire intertwined his fingers with the fae's as he let the fellow lead him down the assuming hallway and towards the equally as unnoticeable door. Sebastian dropped Darien's hand the moment they reached the door of their room. However, even in those moments when the fae fought with the key, the vampire found himself entirely unable to completely keep his hands to himself. On the contrary, his arms snaked around Darien's waist from behind, his chin nestled on the man's shoulder as he gingerly let his tongue run slowly up the side of Darien's neck, surely contributing to the man's fumbling - a fact which Sebastian hardly minded in the least.

He let Darien step out of his grasp the moment that light on the keycard device turned green, a warm simper brightening his own features as the man grasped him by the collar, leading him into the chilled hotel room. His lips brushed against Darien's, not bothering to hold back the ardor he surely felt towards the man. He could hear the beat of the man's heart thrumbing through his chest, he could hear the blood moving faster through his veins and all it did was propel the vampire onwards - it made him want more. His own jacket fell to the wayside as his hands embraced the man's waist before pushing him back downwards and onto the bed behind him. Sebastian kicked off his shoes as he crawled on top of Darien, hovering over the man before his lips once again found Darien's. His hands searched diligently for the edges of the man's shirt, his lips pulling away only to pull the clothing quickly over his head before Sebastian haphazardly tossed it to the floor. Like this - now, his own earlier mission had been too entirely forgotten, the entirety of his thoughts focused upon wanting the very thing that he had been denied for so long - the thing he had regretted not taking. It was the very thing he was so utterly terrified might destroy whatever fragile attraction the pair harbored for each other.