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
The englishman held quite little surprise that his proclamation of his own capabilities within the sheets might bring little more the a dubious raise of the elder fae's manicured brow. Quite on the contrary, he anticipated as much. The creature before him seemed almost...vintage in his mannerisms, aged like a fine wine and as of such, Sebastian was quite certain the fairy had experienced his fair share of physical comforts. However, he was also fairly certain that the fae had never come across someone quite like himself before either. His capabilities, however, were hardly boisterous in any fashion. Those words leaving his lips as if they were but a staunch fact. He had held many a lover in the last two hundred years of his life and very few had not found themselves utterly satisfied within his bed, he should think his long standing reputation could hardly be tainted now - not when the fae was already falling under the sway of just the most miniscule pull of his affinity. His cerulean gaze hardly faltered at the soft chuckle that left his companion's lips, the vampire's features still retaining that stoic fashion. Such doubt, after all, was hardly insulting to the man. All he sought for now was permission - permission to allow him to have his ways with the all too intriguing creature before him. He could already imagine what the fairy might look light with those layers removed and the satin of his sheets surrounding that soft, silken flesh.

"There is always a time for firsts." Sebastian responded, his voice holding a hint of a husky tone, his thoughts perhaps clearly on what could come. It was in moment's such as these that Sebastian found himself forgetting to breathe, not that such an human action was truly all that required for his dead walking corpse within the first place. His gaze watched every facet of the man's features in front of him, diligently searching for any inclination that might provide him insight to what was necessary of him to ensure tonight did occur exactly as he intended. He watched the way the fae stepped closer towards him, his tongue habitually moving to toy with his right fang, craving the blood he could hear pump through the fairy's heart and through his veins. Still, he restrained himself, knowing well that the feast would be far better later. In a fashion, Sebastian knew what was coming - after all, thousands of kisses had befallen on his lips well enough for the man to be able to note each and every minute anticipatory detail. He was, however, oblivious to the fashion in which the fairy's affinity flared to life, instead entirely focused on the man's lips momentarily pressing against his. All too eagerly did Sebastian's body return the gentle gesture, his hand raising to brush against the fae's cheek only to find that the fellow had stepped out of his grasp before his fingers could even touch his flesh.

There was certainly no doubt that moments as this served to be Sebastian's weakness. It took the man a moment to regather his train of thought, his gaze following the fairy's hand as he gestured to the darkness beyond. It took Sebastian even a moment longer before he actually found his feet moving to lead the way back to his hotel. The trip, however, was hardly time consuming - though the man lingered at the side of the fairy, ensuring he kept the fae within his eyesight. Sebastian led him down an alleyway, pausing in front of a rather obscure wooden door with naught but a hanging sign near it that declared it The Witchery. The hotel laid on the line between the North and the Eastern parts of town. Sebastian hardly hesitated to open the door, leading the fairy past the concierge without a single glance given towards the young woman. She was used enough to his comings and goings to hardly interrupt him beyond the mere greeting of: 'Good evening, Mr. Ellington.' A small nod was all that given in her direction, his bright blue gaze glancing backwards towards his companion to ensure he was following him down the labyrinth of hallways. The vampire pause before the door, fetching an old fashioned key from his pocket and sliding it effortlessly into the lock.

In moments, that solid oak door was pushed open to the luxurious room that laid on the other side. The walls were plastered with dark red ornate wallpaper, the wooden floors glistened in the soft light the emitted from the small chandelier in the center of the room. His bed was draped with crimson satin sheets and a black feathered comforter, the nightstands nearby held Tiffany lamps - the entire room was an epitome of the Victorian elegance that he so hailed from. He paused once within, closing the door behind the fae before shrugging out of his trench coat, tossing it haphazardly against the red loveseat before the dark but none the less ready fireplace. His eyes turned back to the fairy he so lusted for, entirely inquisitive as he watched he man survey the room - after all, it wasn't as if he often brought others back.