Sebastian Ellington

I thought you knew I was filthy rich
I thought you knew I never answer my phone
I thought you knew I was a late night with a bad bite I thought you knew.

The vampire was keenly aware of that glimpse of surprise that crossed his companion's features at those suggestions of all he was capable of doing with that affinity. It was clear he'd hardly considered the true extent of that affinity. In fact, Sebastian almost regretted those ideas that left his mouth if only for the sheer devastation that Arlo was clearly capable of with that ability. That confidence the man so placed into that lie that crossed his features was met with a dubious raise of Sebastian's own eyebrow, that inquiry that left Arlo's lips was met with a small nod. "Yeah...sure you can." He commented, that skepticism quite clear in the depths of those British words. Even so, Sebastian hardly questioned after it any longer as he tentatively toyed with the keys of that piano. His interest in his newly purchased keyboard turned only at Arlo's apparent need to ensure he knew well that he hardly held any amount of affection for the Englishman in the slightest. It was a fact that Sebastian was well aware of, that amusement clear upon his own features as he agreed not only to that simple fact but to the notion that Arlo was capable of some of the worst flirting he had ever seen.

That amusement was near unmissable upon his features, even despite that roll of Arlo's eyes. He was oblivious, truly, to the fashion at which Arlo kept himself from protesting any further for the simple sake of their blossoming friendship. Any sort of companionship was entirely peculiar for the vampire. There were times when he struggled to remember the boundaries of what was acceptable between friends and yet, if he was being entirely honest with himself, it was likely that his commitment to Dorian was the one defining factor that allowed him to even explore that friendship. It was that which had kept Sebastian from using that very affinity Arlo had witnessed upon Arlo himself. It wasn't necessarily that he had a crush on Arlo - such had simply been his lifestyle for so very long. Dorian had quite truly chained that sexually promiscuous vagabond. Even so, he had warned Arlo exactly what he was getting into. The vampire was almost insulted that the man hadn't trusted him after seeing what he was capable of. At least, until Arlo insisted he'd thought that musical capability had been one of his less proficient ones. An almost sheepish look crossed his features, his gaze quickly shifted towards that piano. "It....kind of...is one of my less proficient ones..." He admitted with some hesitance. "I haven't really quite mastered controlling it...or turning it off...I mean...I've gotten better so....that's something." At the very least, he'd figured out how to make that power stronger.

He was, however, entirely willing to let that notion of his own struggling aptitude with that affinity pass, in favor of addressing that rather clear hunger that had, quite suddenly, monopolized all of Arlo's attention. That near predatory fashion in which the man's gaze trailed over the length of his figure was hardly missed, the vampire momentarily considering if he eyed the fae King in quite the same fashion. Such thoughts, however hardly lingered long before Arlo chose that place he so desired to bite, prompting Sebastian's fingers to raise to the buttons of his shirt. It was that simple comment of waiting before he returned to Dorian that saw him briefly pause, that comment weighed entirely heavily upon his mind as he considered if Dorian was even capable of such jealousness. It was easy, for their species, he supposed. They were territorial by nature and yet, he'd never seen a single hint of that possessiveness within the King. Except for maybe that one time in which he'd requested for that crest Sebastian constantly wore to be visible...but even then it had been more of a point of sheer practicalness...hadn't it? Those thoughts still lingered upon his mind till that soft brush of Arlo's finger against the eternally sensitive skin of his neck, positioning him exactly as the younger vampire so desired. He felt the weight of the man's hand upon his shoulder, holding him in place as Arlo's head lowered, his lips brushing against his skin in a way that made Sebastian shudder.

He was well aware of that brush of those sharpened canines against his flesh, his skin wholly anticipating that bite that came mere seconds later. That gasp left his lips at that sensation, followed quickly after by that soft groan as his blood so freely poured into the vampire's lips, his own system quickly began to circulate that venom that filled him. It was near blissful, those feelings that assaulted. The world was perfect in that moment, that bite was glorious, that sensation of Arlo's lips was wholly arousing, leaving the man simply wishing that it was Dorian standing behind him and feasting upon him rather than his own vampire friend. How he yearned for his boyfriend in that moment! To be in Dorian's arms, to be entangled in the man's limbs! That moment hardly lasted forever before Arlo's tongue flicked across his skin, taking that last trailing bit of blood before tracing those closing wounds. That idle comment of how utterly delicious he was prompted a grin upon his features as his head ever so loosely rolled back, those quickly darkening blue eyes staring up at his companion in an almost yearning fashion for that closeness. He leaned against that firm embrace, though Arlo hardly gave him what he wanted, the man instead shifted to move that keyboard out of his way and present him with....a table. Well that wasn't very cuddly at all.

A soft whine left his lips as Arlo gingerly leaned him against that table, his cheek lightly brushing against the grain of that wood as he slumped against that piece of furniture. His dark blue eyes followed the vampire as Arlo flopped on that far more comfortable looking sofa. The sofa looked very nice indeed. But, he supposed the table was at least his friend to smoosh for a little bit. His fingers slowly rose to trace the grain of that fake wood in an almost affectionate gesture. He should name the table something. He was sure the table didn't get much love. Maybe something like...Maynard or Ethan. Arsino? Franklin. Franklin was a nice name. Franklin was a nice table. He wanted to hug Franklin for being such a good table. His efforts to raise his arms, however, was distracted only by Arlo's question, prompting those blue eyes to stare at the man for a moment before his lips parted. "Ell...ing...ton." Those syllables felt distinctly awkward in his mouth, his British accented particularly heavy and for a moment Sebastian was wholly distracted by how his tongue felt trying to say that familiar word. He was oblivious to that glimpse Arlo gave him in those moments that he preoccupied himself with his own name, at least until Arlo began to speak again.

His head bobbed a bit too energetically for a few seconds at that mention of the 'King of Italy', though his efforts to agree quickly made him dizzy, his head falling back against that ever faithful Franklin. That mention that his boyfriend was attractive, however, brought a blissful sigh to the vampire's lips. "You have no idea." He muttered, his own thoughts drifting but briefly to just how his lover looked without those clothes on. "You....you should see his dad." He added, after a moment, that filter clearly non-existent. "That man is bloody fine. I'd shag him...if he wasn't...you know...his dad." Sebastian paused in consideration of that rather imposing fae before he quite realized exactly what he had admitted. He sat up rather abruptly, his hands colliding with his mouth in an almost childlike gesture as if he'd said something bad, his eyes almost wide in that moment. "You can't tell him I said that." Those words were rushed and certainly not enunciated in any fashion and yet, the vampire found he rather liked talking. It was nice. He eyed that sofa again in the wake of those words, the vampire easily deciding that the sofa too needed some love. It was surely rather unappreciated with the way Arlo treated it. Flopping alone on it. He reached out for that arm of the sofa, busied with his efforts of moving as Arlo busied himself with his Wikipedia search.

Sebastian glanced up at that sound of his full name, that idle comment of what it sounded like caused his features to brighten. "I am a lawyer!" He declared, pausing in consideration before continuing, "I was a lawyer...am I still a lawyer?" This was, apparently, a difficult thing to still decide as Arlo continued going over the bio even he was unaware the world had on him. Dear God, what was in there? Was his wife in there? His mother? What was his history? Did he have stalkers or something? They were things to consider as the vampire crawled over the arm of that sofa, near collapsing beside Arlo as the man rather abruptly spun on that sofa to look at him. His gaze glanced questioningly at that wide-eyed stare. "...does Italy have a Mafia?" He questioned, his whisper almost conspiratorial as he scooted closer to look at Arlo's phone. "They only follow Dorian around." The vampire nodded quite wisely as he reached out for that phone, his finger sliding at that wikipedia page just to see the text scroll. "I think...I think I am going to marry him." He announced quite suddenly before glancing up at Arlo. "You should come." Because inviting his only friend to that not yet existing wedding seemed like a great idea.