There was something decidedly distinct about Darien - something that made him stand out in the background made of numerous faces whom Sebastian neither cared about nor truly remembered. But Darien. Darien drew him like a moth to a flame, erupting within Sebastian a simple need for the man that caused the vampire to seek him out once again. That within itself was quite a rarity for him- the Englishman nearly never seeking out the attention of any individual more then that one night he afforded them. It was surely inquisitive to the vampire, a sensation that he certainly wanted to explore in far deeper detail but for now, for tonight, he settled with the intimacy this small hotel room provided him. It was a sweet moment with naught a soul to distract Darien from himself and he had every intention of enjoying every moment he was given before the rise of the sun stole his life from him once again. He could hardly deny the joy of finally stripping away the last of those articles of clothing that had so kept him from basking in the wondrousness of Darien's naked body. This moment had been denied to him so long that to finally have it certainly excited the vampire in more ways than just one.

He was aware but briefly of Darien's sudden change in demeanor at the look Sebastian had provided him with upon finding the wound that laced his lover. He was aware of the increased beat in his heart, the tenseness of his form - but the moment was all together fleeting. Sebastian chose not to comment on it though that alone surely magnified the look of concern that danced upon his own face before the vampire looked to mend the situation himself. He presented Darien with his own bloodied wrist, fully intending to convince the male to drink in the case that his initial command failed to spur action within the fae. In truth, he was nearly surprised the ease at which Darien settled back against the sheets, his lips brushing against Sebastian's lips and slowly, Sebastian too settled against Darien's thigh, otherwise distracting himself from the discomfort of feeling the blood he'd stolen leave his veins. Pleasuring his companion seemed like quite the welcoming pastime.

The echos of Darien's voice brought a simper to Sebastian's features, only further encouraging the fashion at which his tongue caressed the intimate parts of the man who so intrigued him. He could feel Darien's fingers entangled within his hair, digging deeper into his dirty blond locks when Sebastian moved his tongue ever just so. The vampire was particularly diligent to such moments, making a mental note exactly what pleased his companion if only to ensure he was capable of replicating it to further assault Darien with such sensations. His own genteel caress paused ever so slightly as his blood began to work through Dairen system. A small sense of satisfaction invaded the vampire as he watched before his own eyes the magic he was capable of. The pause however, hardly lasted long before Sebastian leaned back down to continue his own workings - at least, such had been his intentions before he found Darien's hands upon flesh, encouraging him back up. The vampire willingly complied, his crystalline gaze momentarily danced upon the boy's features, noting all too well the blood smeared across his features, his own blood.

It was habit that prompted Sebastian to lean forward though Darien seemed entirely aware of the vampire's intent, their lips meeting with a flurry of want that Sebastian all too easily melted against. His own hand went towards Darien's hip, pulling the man closer towards him in a possessive fashion. He was all too aware of Darien's hand at his throat and his fingers in his scalp and yet, before Sebastian could further push Darien upon the bed, he found the fae attempting to guide himself down. It would be all too easy to overpower him, that a simple fact Sebastian knew far too well. His own vampiric senses had begun to kick into overdrive, the sudden taking of blood prompting that nearly predatory nature within the man - the lust and want and blood stroking that hunger and yet, Sebastian resisted those churning urges within him, instead falling back upon the motel's pillows.

He hardly protested to the way in which Darien climbed on top of him, one hand instead settling upon Darien's thigh, his crystalline gaze entirely steadfast upon the boy that hovered over him. Darien's touch, however, incited a nearly instant reaction within the vampire. It was this with which he had been denied. It was this that had preoccupied the majority of his thoughts after their first meeting. His eyes fluttered closed, as his head leaned backwards against the pillow, his breath hitching ever just so as Darien's fingertips slid over him. He was all too aware of the brush of Darien's lips upon his flesh, that soft touch surely eliciting a moan from his lips. There was surely no denying that Darien created a need for more, the sensations entirely teasing enough that the final sensation of Darien's mouth cause Sebastian to utter softly in those husky tones, "Oh, Darien..." His own moans began to leave his lips at a more regular interval as Darien continued till his hips too moved ever so slightly to match the man's rhythm.