This was an entirely new encounter for Darien, in every aspect of the meaning. He wasn't one for such impulsive desire, let alone acting upon them. He hardly went any further than kissing with people. In fact, it has been close to several years since he had been this intimate with anyone (and never mind with a man). To say the fairy was nervous would be a huge understatement. He was truly terrified but enthralled. Heated by the turbulent surge of hormones and lust. He was struck with internal panic at the prospect of something going wrong. Of disappointing Seb. Of lacking any skill and experience. The moment he feels himself thrown back onto the bed, the vampire dominating over him, he knew he was out of his league.

But it doesn't stop him. No, Darien wanted it just as badly and he'd fight through his insecurities.

Even when it's bad it's good.

The sting from the stitched up cut on his calf is strangely enjoyable now. It wasn't a pain that brought on misery. Even the wound on his cheek, the burning was something he found himself liking. All his senses were on high now.

He kicks off his shoes with such urgency, like his life depended on it, as Seb crawled on top of him. He sits slightly up on his elbows to meet him halfway. The moment their lips are once again connected, an involuntary moan softly escapes from him. As he pulls away to remove Darien's shirt, the coldness of the room washes over him instantly, causing him to shiver. It's intensified by the exaggerated senses his body had put into overdrive. His breathing becomes more rapid and labored. He feels so vulnerable and exposed in front of Seb. Pure, natural, everything good and pleasurable. In turn, he grabs the bottom of Seb's shirt to pull it off, flinging it to the floor without a care.

He takes but a few moments to admire him, loving that he was going to be able to touch him. Skin upon skin, two becoming one.

Darien then moves, guiding Sebastian to where he was laying before with such playful aggressiveness. He then straddles him and now the one hovering above, leans in and kisses him slowly, deeply. He then moves his lips and begins to kiss his neck, biting friskily a few times, waiting to hear the moans and grunts of pleasure he was hoping to initiate. Then his lips begin to move further down, across his collarbone and teasingly close to his left nipple. His eyes look up, to stare unwaveringly at Sebastian as he continues to lick, nip and kiss down his abs and to his jeans, without hurrying.

Darien begins to feel constricted in his own jeans. His blood pumping fast and hot, his desire growing. It was slightly uncomfortable, but also pleasant. The pressure, the need for release but not receiving it. The thought of knowing it would come making it even more pleasurable. But all Darien could think of was wanting to please Sebastian and not himself. He was a selfless lover; something he was quite proud of. The Fae is sensitive and attentive to his partner's rhythm, and still not breaking eye contact, he unbuttons his jean, kissing just above it twice. Then he slowly undoes his zipper, moving his hands to either side of his hips and curling his fingers inside (just above his pockets) to slowly remove them. He briefly unmounts him to remove his lower garments completely.

This was really happening. His heart beats faster he finally sees Sebastian completely revealed.

Instead of continuing his journey down, he straddles the vampire again, beckoning him to sit up so he can lock lips with him, intimately, carefully grinding his pelvis (his jeans still on, unlike Seb's) against the vampire's so their groins are touching. He teases, exposing him but not touching directly.

There was no need to rush. There was no need to make it a chore, because it wasn't. It was emotionally draining and deep for the Fae. Something intimate and profound that he didn't take lightly.