For nearly the past two centuries - this had been the entirety of his life. It had taken some time, naturally, to learn the facets of his capabilities. He'd certainly had his run-ins during those early days whilst he struggled to keep his affinity alive throughout each of those encounters but now...now this was nearly as natural as his own skin. In this regard, he was the near personification of confidence - and really, why shouldn't he be? He released them from them inhibitions, he prompted those carnal desires that ran rampant within every being and they, like mere puppets rose to the incubus' every whim. He had little fear of being rejected as he rested his hand upon the small of that blonde woman's back or that idle comment to move that party to a far more...private setting. She seemed just as eager to give into those suggestions, after all, they were near enigmatic to her. Suave, handsome, vampiric men from outside her campus life? Even he could feel that subtle desire within her to walk upon that line she deemed as dangerous. Not that felt terribly inclined to inform Arlo that this was what drew those women to them. After all, he hardly wanted to put a damper upon that desire for intimate connection within his new found...friend. Is that what he was?

He pushed such thoughts from the forefront of his mind as that blonde woman so tucked her fingers into his own, leading him with a sly glance behind her shoulder out the room and up the staircase to the bedrooms upstairs. That announcement that the pair of women shared a room was certainly surprising and yet, in a way, it was a lucky turn of events if only for the sheer level of control it provided the Englishman. This very notion of sharing a room near guaranteed that Arlo would actually be able to find some sort of satisfaction before the evening was over - even if the vampire was quite near playing with fire. He was altogether quick to reassure the young woman that it was certainly not an issue in the least, near ignoring his companion's efforts to say otherwise in the same fashion he ignored that look he could near feel shot within his direction. Rather, Sebastian allowed himself to be led towards that bed, the blonde girl sliding onto the mattress only to pull him after her. He leaned forward with that small tug as her arms enveloped his neck. His lips pressed against hers and she all too eagerly met each of those kisses, her body lifted upwards to press against his waist as his hands settled upon her waist, shifting upwards slowly to drag that shirt with it. Her arms moved to allow him to peel it off, tossing it somewhere above and into that mess of pillows upon her bed.

The woman's impatience, in that moment became all too clear as her hands darted to the bottom of his shirt, pulling it off of him to reveal those chiseled muscles. His own shirt was flung to the middle of the floor, that movement alone seemingly enough to pull Arlo's attention. He could hear those softly whispered words, his own bright blue eyes darted towards the man in an effort to ensure Arlo was still every bit in control. Unfortunately for Sebastian, the woman beneath him was hardly inclined to allow his attention to stray, that lust he'd so prompted within her ran rampant through her veins as her hands reached out to tug at that pant line. His gaze quickly returned towards her, his hand catching her own before she was able to let those slender fingers slide beneath those now loosened jeans. A look of frustration crossed her fair features as her thumb traced the outline of his own rather clear desire. There was no denying his own lust for her, those wants had near blossomed to life the moment Arlo's teeth had brushed against his neck and yet - this was as far as he would allow himself to go. He'd made a promise to that fae King he so utterly adored, that heart beat against his ring finger felt ever more potent in those delicate moments. She was, quite simply, not who he wanted.

That soft whine on her lips drew his attention back towards the matter at hand. The vampire took her fingers within his own, simply redirecting her attention as he sought to undo her jeans. She seemed all too willing to take up this new line of their encounter, quickly attempting to peel those jeans from her hips and, to his surprise, her underwear with it. Unfortunately, the man hardly had a chance to appreciate that well manicured view before the weight of a gaze upon him drew his attention. His bright blue eyes briefly met Arlo's own and yet, the look upon his features was more akin to a man simply enjoying the view despite the glare he was given. Tenderly, he reached his hand beneath that blonde, undoing the clasp of her bra. She quickly flung it too of, leaving the man to revel in all he had so uncovered. God, he was denying himself so much. A soft breath left his lips as he slowly shifted, pulling the young woman up and off that bed. She followed him quizzically as he led her across that small space and towards the shirtless couple. "There you are dove, make sure he has a good time." He uttered softly as she crawled behind Arlo to press her breast upon his back. His own affinity so flared to life once again in those moments, those two women hardly questioning that shift as the blonde girl pressed her lips against Arlo's shoulder. Her hands moved down towards his waist, fully intending to pick up where Sophie had left off.

It was only once he was well assured she had settled against the man that Sebastian retreated towards her bed, settling so his back was against the wall. He knew well that Arlo desired his attention elsewhere and yet, truly, how could he not enjoy the view? Especially when he was neither allowed to touch nor participate. Still, in some effort to appear otherwise engaged, the elder vampire was willing enough to fish that phone from his pocket, the sound easily turned off with a few flicks of his fingers across that screen. He easily deleted that message he'd be in the midst of sending when Arlo had near pounced upon him nearly an hour ago, the vampire instead inclined to inform his lover exactly of his desires for his boyfriend in far more detailed words then he had surely ever used before. Sexting might have been a new avenue for them and yet, with the three near naked individuals in front of him and the growing discomfort of his own jeans, he was more than willing to see how Dorian might react to receiving such a text message in the midst of his Skype meeting with whichever foreign ministers he was meeting with tonight.