There was no denying that Sebastian was entirely a lover at heart. He always had been, more prone to such genteel touches, to such intimate knowledge of discovering with ease how his partners enjoyed his affection, and too to so manipulate such innate wants with a skill bested only perhaps by Himeros or Hedylogos themselves. Or perhaps, more more likely so, perhaps he was but one incarnate. Nevertheless, it was that simple knowledge of what was expected of him as William's shifted ever so slightly to so display his neck like a prized present that so saw his teeth but instinctually brush against the hunter's neck, giving into that whims to so toy and tease in a fashion that was entirely apart of Sebastian's nature. Often, the vampire went out of his way to ensure that William did not fall prey to his more scandalous antics. He kept his reputation as an adept, covert, and coveted lover from ever tarnishing that of his companion's if only for, in a peculiar way, his once undeniable affection for him. It was peculiar really - that wanting something he knew he could never have had so caused him to act out in such a way to throw his affections to any wayward soul that might so suite his fancy for an even. And yet, none of them were ever enough to so push William from his mind. It was only upon his death that such sleeping around held any true meaning, his talents honed instead for the simple need to take that flow of blood from the necks, bossoms, and wrists of those souls.

Now, however, his thoughts only danced delicately between two men who were perhaps the entirety of his world. That lust for blood was entirely intoxicating and yet, Sebastian knew well that such actions he took tonight had to be done so with care. It was perhaps with William alone he might have been willing to dance around that border he'd placed the night he had so committed himself to Dorian. And yet, committed he intended to fully remain. His attention deviated from such thoughts, however, at the sound of that blood so pulsing through William's veins - right next to his ear where he could fully hear each beat of William's heart sending more of that substance to his limbs and god how he wanted it. William's words brought only the smallest of nod from the vampire, his attention entirely devoted elsewhere now that he was entirely assured his companion remained relatively safe and unharmed, despite the blood that so marred the length of his figure. It was with that vampiric strength that he so effortlessly pushed his companion against his own bed, his tongue once again finding those remnants of drops that had so been spilled upon his best friend's skin.

It was with a certain measure of dexterity that his fingers so worked at the buttons on William's shirt, entirely aware of that breath that he so stole from the man's lips in the process. He was aware of that ever increasing thump of the hunter's heart against his chest, a sound that he knew existed well on due to him. There was, undeniably, a measure of satisfaction to be found in so knowing this simple thing. Though truly everyone's heart tended to beat faster in moments such as this, when more primal needs were brought to the forefront of such thoughts. He was oblivious, no, perhaps he simply didn't care, of the astonishment that was marred upon the hunter's features, his lips clearly parting in those moments as he realized, perhaps, the true extent of what he had just started and yet, Sebastian was wholly unable to stop - not when that inner demon within him had so been coaxed to life. It was a fire that could not be extinguished until some measure of satisfaction was found - a sedation that only came with blood.

The vampire slowly dropped William's wrist, inquiring instead of the dagger he knew rested upon William's hips. His fingers traced downwards towards that very thing, somehow simply knowing those very things that would so lure the attention of his companion. That utterance brought the smallest of simpers to his features, the man moving his hand only to allow his companion to pull that blade from the sheath. He ignored the Hunter's reminder of what he could and couldn't do, instead merely clucking his tongue ever so slightly at the state of the weapon. "You never did remember to clean your things after using them. Giving John enough heart attacks still hasn't taught you - has it William?" He inquired and yet, there was a mischievousness to his indigo hued eyes. His hands gingerly settled upon the hunter's waist, right where that pant line met skin as he leaned forward, all too aware of exactly what he was about to do. His tongue touched the face of the blade, drawing upwards without hesitance from hilt to tip with decided care. He could feel that sting of silver so assault his mouth, his body healing it nearly instantly but seconds later thanks to those licks of blood and though such action was surely scandalous, it only succeeded to further increase his hunger as his figure used the magic left within him to assuage those self inflicted wounds. Nevertheless, he shifted slightly, his tongue finding the other side, his navy gaze set on the man beneath him as his fingers used those moments of distraction to so unbutton the button on William's pants and undo that zipper.

Sebastian Ellington