It was that very notion that they were in the minority that saw Sebastian pause ever so slightly, his eyebrows furrowed in consideration as he glanced back at his companion. He supposed, really, that he had particularly little experience with his own kind, much less being subjected to the sensation of their teeth upon his skin. Sebastian had never thought that he was unique in any fashion and yet, he had no reason to not doubt the man in front of him. He supposed, really, that a soul that feeds upon his own kind had likely had more than his fair share of encounters with those sharpened canines. "Really?" He inquired, his head tilting to the side. "I had no idea." There was certainly a hint of surprise to his accented tone and yet, the Englishman continued that halted pace soon enough after. He supposed, with this newfound insight, that he was decidedly lucky. He abhorred the idea of being one of those capable of producing nothing but pain, then again, perhaps his own venom was a sort of coping mechanism for the man. He highly doubted he would so frequently see fit to hunt if he were amongst those who produced nothing but torment within his victims. As it was, Sebastian hardly dwelled upon it long before he found that alley he was looking for, his crystalline blue eyes turned towards his companion at the man's near begging tone.

The vampire turned to regard the man in front of him, altogether aware of that look of hunger that seemed to overwhelm all else within the man. He doubted, sincerely, that the fellow even was attentive to those words that left his lips, the Englishman nearly second guessing himself for a moment and yet - he had already agreed. Softly, he sighed, his fingers reaching up to pluck at those buttons of his shirt, undoing the first three only to push that expensive cotton aside, revealing his shoulder ripe for his companion's taking. His neck turned diligently to the side, providing that fellow vampire with an unobstructed view of those veins that ran along his throat. His blue eyes fluttered towards his companion, watching the way his tongue slid across his lips with clear hunger and then, quite abruptly, he simply was there. Sebastian eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly and yet, he remained exactly where he was all the same. He could feel those hands against his forearm, just as he was aware of that solid figure pressing him further against the wall. His gaze fluttered closed briefly, that sound of the man's nose so tasting that scent with each inhale seemed to near echo within his ears. That tongue flicking across that sensitive skin upon his neck saw his breath hitch ever so softly within his throat, even if he knew well that the gesture had a far different intent.

That plunge of teeth into his neck drew a soft groan from his lips, his head leaning back against the brick wall behind him. He could feel every touch of Arlo's tongue against his skin and yet, they brought to life within him far more carnal desires. He could hardly help the way his hands reached out for his companion, pinned though he was, his fingers found Arlo's elbow, attempting to pull him closer whilst his other hand crumpled the fabric on the vampire's side. He could nearly feel that venom as it begun to course through his veins, relaxing his muscles and, in turn, nearly causing the Englishman to fall further against the vampire in front of him. God, how something so simple as a bite could so produce such a reaction within him. He heard that soft huff within his ear and yet, Sebastian was hardly prepared for those teeth to pierce his skin a second time, that simple sensation so prompting a second moan to pull from his lips as he pressed his body against Arlo's own. He felt he was drifting on a cloud in the wake of that venom that flooded his system, the vampire suddenly seeing nothing wrong or alarming with this situation entirely, except, of course, how utterly unsatisfied he was when he so desired this hands that pinned him to the wall all over him. It was a peculiar want, hardly rushed in anyway, the vampire merely desiring that closeness that came with those brushes of intimacy that he so often engaged within.

That brush of Arlo's tongue against his skin as the vampire so made an effort to close those wounds sent a shudder down his spine. God, how he'd like that tongue in other places. He'd never found himself wishing his own lover was of that undead species quite like he did now. Dorian would certainly not have left him wanting in such a fashion. His own fingers had loosened their hold upon the man, entirely unable to even craft a fist if he wanted to. Rather, he slumped forward against his companion, his cheek resting against Arlo's shoulder as he glanced up at the vampire that had so greedily taken his very life, of sorts. His now navy gaze met the bright blue of his companion's, his lips pulling into a smirk at Arlo's insistence that he tasted delicious. He particularly enjoyed hearing those words fall from the vampire's lips, his head slowly bobbing against Arlo's shoulder and yet, he hardly seemed inclined to move. It was that comment of what his preference was that saw his thoughts to drift. In truth, Sebastian did have a rather select preference. Blonde, male, fae, and Kingly. God, where was Dorian when he wanted him? How he so longed to see the Monarch on his knees in front of him. Still, he had an inkling that sending the fellow in front of him to chase down his lover was a distinctly bad idea.

"I....have no preference." He uttered softly, that hunger slowly beginning to gnaw at him, even if he had no real inclination to act upon it. Rather, Sebastian was entirely content to remain exactly here. His body, though decidedly pleasant, felt entirely lacking of something...quite a lot of somethings. "Sebastian." The vampire muttered, eying the man above him with a distinct sort of consideration. It would have been so easy to reach out with his affinity - to take this encounter down those paths he so often traveled and yet, he had promised Dorian to be his alone, hadn't he? He felt awful for even considering that which had failed to appeal to him in nearly the year since he'd met his lover and yet, that hardly stopped the inkling from so filling his thoughts. "You look..." He started, his navy gaze closing as his features turned to instead bury his head in Arlo's shoulder. "...like you could be a good time...." Sebastian finished, those words entirely muffled.