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.

There was certainly no denying that their dinner guests were certainly well suited for one another. Though the pair were vastly different in some fashion, their carefree demeanor had, somehow, brought them together in a way that even Sebastian found himself drawn to. Truly, he found himself wishing the best for them, quite near intending to provide his vampire companion with a helpful push of his own affinity if the man failed to inform that demure woman of those budding feelings he so clearly had for her. "They are quite the pair." The Englishman found himself agreeing quite readily as they stepped over that threshold and into that bedroom. How he so adored this very room. The bed itself was certainly calling to the vampire and yet, he cherished the man hours he was able to spend within those four walls with Dorian's attention all for himself. It was here alone he was allowed to love on the man in the fashion he so saw fit. His blue eyes settled upon the altogether tantalizing form of his lover as Dorian's fingers reached up to tug at that tie nestled around his neck. That knot was altogether easily undone, the fabric pulled from him as Sebastian so sought to answer that inquiry as to what he and Arlo had so fervently been whispering over at the far end of the table.

It was hardly surprising really, the boy's decision to speak so exclusively of that girl. Even Dorian hardly seemed surprised by that very fact. He supposed, however, that the Monarch had a point. Frankly, he suspected the woman Arlo had frequently engaged in during his stint as a musician were certainly of a....lesser quality. Particularly if the vampire's life resembled his own bachelor tendencies. He hardly uttered a syllable of such a consideration beyond a small grunt of agreement, at least, until Dorian commented upon how great his own opinion surely must mean to the man. Sebastian's eyebrow rose in a quizzical fashion. "My opinion?" He inquired. After all, with their first few meetings he had punched Arlo in the mouth, watched him have relations with two other girls, flop over on his sofa utterly high, and rely heavily upon the vampire whilst he was too out of his own mind to even control himself...and yet Arlo viewed his opinion particularly high? A soft chuckle left his lips before, slowly, his head shook. "I'm not sure I've given him any reason to." He responded quite bluntly, even without expanding upon his distinctly ungentlemanly demeanor with the fellow. Tonight, perhaps, was the most dignified he had certainly been within Arlo's presence.

Such considerations lingered upon his mind as his fingers shifted to his own shirt, undoing those buttons with sluggish fingers. He hardly anticipated the King's touch upon his waist and yet, that brush of affection was willingly embraced. He leaned back against Dorian's chest, that touch of the man's lips upon his neck prompted a soft sound within the back of his throat. He was well aware of that warm sensation of Dorian's breath upon his skin. The King's comment of Arlo's peculiar courting methods, however, prompted him to provide the man with a tale of his own - one that surely revealed exactly how hopeless the younger vampire truly was within that moment. That inquiry of the girl's chaste status, however, prompted the Englishman to nod in return, "I informed him." He responded quite bluntly, only to utter of Arlo's inability to flirt with even a 'Minger'. That English slang fell so easily from his lips, the man's often conscious effort to modify his own speech simply seemed to fail in those moments his thoughts were far too laden with liquor or far too captivated with the feelings of arousal. "Hm?" He inquired, glancing up at his lover's inquisitive expression. "Oh. Ah, a....very...unattractive...rancid....distasteful woman." Sebastian uttered after several moments of thought.

That press of Dorian's lips against his jaw once again distracted the man from any talk of Arlo, the King fully capable of being wholly distracting when he so desired. He watched as his fiance tumbled back onto the bed, leaving Sebastian to finish undressing by himself. That shirt was quickly dropped to the floor, followed soon after by his own pants. He stepped forward towards the fae King altogether content to close the distance between them whilst also informing the man of Arlo's intentions to ask Abigail for their relationship to be far more then a mere friendship. That suggestion of Abigail's consumption of that wine, however, prompted the man to pause. "Oh dear." He commented softly, considering but briefly if he should forewarn the poor fellow of her certainly tipsy state. A small shrug crossed his shoulders moment's later as the man leaned over his fiance, altogether content to, instead, focus upon his own relationship instead of fretting over how successful Arlo was in his, at the given moment. His lips eagerly met Dorian's own, that soft touch of the man's hand within his locks only further prompted the vampire to deepen that kiss and yet - even so, it was over far sooner then Sebastian truly desired. Those curiosities, it seemed, still lingered upon Dorian's thoughts as his own name was softly uttered.

He hardly expected for the man to inquire after the taste of blood. He could hardly help the inquisitive glance upon his features and yet, this was a query that was easy enough to respond to. The flavor of blood was perhaps as unique to vampires as the taste of any food and the preference of it so shifted among the mortal races. To himself, he certainly was nothing like chocolate and yet, to Sebastian, Dorian was nothing short of an altogether delectable dessert. He nodded in agreement at the sheer notion that Dorian was a 'decidedly wonderful taste', the vampire instead going so far as to nip quite teasingly at that very flesh in a fashion he knew would surely prompt a reaction from the Monarch. After all, his very venom was near akin to a drug, one he ravished the fae King's system with frequently enough to prompt those unconscious reactions. He could hardly help that chuckle upon his lips, even as Dorian retorted that he was quite near wretched in his teasing. Even so, the man took that very opportunity to inquire after a thought that had lingered upon his own mind - Abigail's quite near shout of his own name.

That very context he was offered in those moments, however, made vastly more sense then that pathetic excuse the girl herself had attempted to offer to wave off those inquiries. Still, even Sebastian was not immune to the satisfaction he might draw from holding the entirety of Dorian's gaze. "I can't say I disagree with her." He muttered, even if hi own utterance was decidedly good-natured. He could hardly help that soft chuckle upon his lips at the tale of how flustered the poor girl had gotten over such a rather blunt effort to assist in the discovery of her own feelings for the man beside her. Still though, if she was a chaste as she seemed, it was entirely plausible that even she was not aware of the truth of her emotions. That mention of Arlo's bum, however, prompted a small roll of his eyes. Sebastian was entirely certain that he out of all of the members of the dinner party, had certainly seen all of every bit of the vampire, even if he hadn't exactly informed Dorian that it was Arlo's naked form making love to two women that had prompted his more risque text messages months upon months ago. Rather, his head shook ever so slightly in a small display of amusement as he pushed himself off of that bed, giving into his lover's desire to turn around, only to glance over his shoulder at the King.

That final admittance that Dorian supposed that perhaps his physic was nicer than Arlo's caused his eyes to roll a second time, only for the vampire to turn and shift back towards that bed. His lips easily met his lover's own, that kiss somehow....different from the first and yet, Sebastian was all too willing to engage in those more passionate touches of affection with readiness. He hardly expected for this one too to be cut short, much less that mere mention of that family that had caught him by surprise over dinner. A soft simper settled upon his lips at that assurance that Dorian was, entirely willing to embark upon that very journey of making a family together. "When we're ready, Ma Bichette, I would be happy to have one with you....for now though, I think getting married is the first hurdle." He commented. After all, Sebastian altogether refused to bring a child into the world with no real familial unit, much less to toy with the idea of raising one when those vows had not yet even been spoken. That sudden continuance of the topic, however, saw the man pause.

For so long, he had merely accepted the idea of his own death, and thus his own inability to have any sort of family in the traditional sense. To consider that, with Dorian's assistance, such things would not be as closed off to him as they once were, however, was almost....overwhelming. His eyebrows furrowed ever so lightly as he considered those very words, that warm simper almost near disappearing to a look of consideration. After all....was he even sure he wanted to father a child of his own? Although the couple certainly could not have a child of their own, to consider them both fathering one or...one of them fathering one...it was far more than he was ready to think of at the present moment. It was that mention of being selfish that caused his gaze to shift back to the Monarch and yet, was that very word not exactly how he felt of this very scenario? He was far too possessive of the fae King that to even share the man's DNA with another woman seemed to stir those obsessive instincts within him. Perhaps, once that marriage was over with, those tendencies might lessen, or perhaps, for Dorian alone, his attachment would remain near borderline unhealthy. He remained silent of those very thoughts, however, instead brushing off that new knowledge rather easily. "We can figure that out when we're ready for it, my love."

He was, instead, quite happy to turn his attention to that very promise to introduce Dorian to the doings of those 'Backstreet Boys', even if the boy band was hardly what he had spoken of. Rather, he reached down for the fae King, pulling his lover from that bed and back onto his feet. "I'm fairly certain there are no beds in backstreets, Dorian." He uttered near teasingly as he pulled the fae against him. His hands dipped easily down the man's physic, entirely keen on embracing his lover to coax to life those very desires he had promised, that simple caress was decidedly soft and yet, he knew well it would hardly take much effort at all for that intimacy to occupy all of their thoughts.