That metallic scent was all but intoxicating for the vampire, drawing him clawing back to life with a speed that nearly never existed if only for the way in which it was capable of so stirring within him needs that he strove to merely sedate at best. He was aware, entirely, of those whispered words of good morning, just as he too eyed that entirely pleased grin that crossed the face of his companion. Slowly, he sat upwards, letting those sheets simply fall around his bare chest and yet, in those moments neither his lack of dress nor those wayward locks of hair so perturbed the Englishman in the least. Instead, he found himself merely crawling closer towards the hunter with the man's name so softly spoken upon his lips. His breath was entirely warm against his companion's cheek as the vampire's forward motions suddenly stilled ever so slightly, inquiring instead to if he was okay. The urging words upon William's lips were enough to draw the man forward, his tongue reaching out to caress the skin and the slice there upon William's cheekbone that left such delectable morsels of the man's blood. He knew well that William hardly had any reservations in so bleeding for him, now that he had so discovered the vampire's notable weakness for such a thing.

His tongue continued downwards, cutting off that speech from William's voice as he so sensuously lapped at the crimson that strained the man's neck. He was all too aware of the way in which the hunter had shifted to provide him access to not only the skin there, but too the vein he was so able to take from. His teeth delicately ran across that very vein and yet, the vampire hesitated entirely to so allow those fangs to pierce that delicate flesh. Instead, the vampire pulled back ever so slightly, those depthless, near ebony irises so meeting the dark brown of his companion's own, so looking for that reassurance that he was entirely well, despite those desires that so demanded to be met. He hardly moved as the man's fingertips reached out to brush along his cheek, Sebastian entirely assured that William was oblivious to the vein within his wrist that now thumped so loudly inches from his ear and thus too his very mouth. His tongue flicked in a habitual fashion to so lick his right fang, entirely preparing for the meal that even he knew was to come. Denying himself this, with that color still permeating the man's flesh, was nigh impossible.

Still, despite such thoughts that tore at him in a veritable wave of urgency, the Englishman allowed his head to bob ever so slightly as William admitted the very souls he so attempted to outrun had finally caught up with him. What that meant for them, within this moment, Sebastian found he hardly cared even though he struggled so terribly to do so. After all, was not the welfare of his friend more important? Well - it should have been, at any rate, but the monster within him knew not of friends and caught not of them either. Still, that dark chuckle so left the vampire's lips as William reassurance that he had 'taken care' of the man who had so followed him. "Yes, I can see that. You have him all over you." He uttered, his eyes fluttering closed within that sweet moment as he inhaled, simply smelling the scent of what was distinctly William's and what was not. That dark gaze fluttered open again not a moment later, the sound of his name upon William's lips distracting him from that blood thirst as his companion's attention momentarily drifted elsewhere.

A warm simper so brushed his features at William's whispered words, "I would not be so if it was not for you, William." He uttered, reaching over to push his companion upon his back as he leaned down once again to the opposite side of his neck. His tongue licked at the blood there, following that line till he met the edge of the Hunter's shirt. His long, thin fingers rose, unbuttoning that stained material to reveal the man's chest, the vampire entirely content to follow that trail downwards in one smooth motion, riding his companion's form of that color. For a moment, he sat upwards, his navy gaze so tracing the form of the man beneath him and yet, it was hardly lustful appreciation that was so mirrored in the depths of his eyes but rather that hunger. With one hand, he reached out to William's other, bring it too to his lips so lick at the flesh around his wrist where blood had undoubtedly splattered from the blade his companion had plunged within that hunter's heart. "Did you dirty her too?" He inquired softly, one free hand reaching down to that place upon William's belt where he so knew Daisy so often hung. Oh yes, Sebastian was nothing if not through.

Sebastian Ellington