Much of Sebastian's life over the centuries revolved around the decidedly primal act that Arlo found himself completely devoid of. Sex was, after all, the very thing he was made for, in a manner of speaking. He could scarcely imagine actively choosing to abstain from engaging in such encounters. Admittedly, there were very...very few periods within Sebastian's entire life in which he had ever gone through any sort of 'dry spell' as it were. That desperation within his companion for those veritable releases was all but...obvious, the man emitting the very sort of pheromones of someone actively looking for someone to partner with between the sheets, even if Arlo's attention was entirely focused upon his completely oblivious girlfriend. This misfortune of the situation prompted more laughter from the Englishman then he should have allowed to leave his lips. Those chuckles, however, had subsided to an almost smug grin when Arlo finally inquired if there was an easier way to coax Abigail to explore those intimate activities - the answer to such a question was one they both knew well. The younger vampire quickly changed his mind on the topic altogether, not that Sebastian terribly blamed him.

Rather than dwelling, however, the Italian Prince instead inquired after just how Arlo was surviving, as if abstinence was akin to dying in the desert of thirst. That groan from Arlo's lips prompted a soft chuckle of bemusement all over again, even as Arlo insisted that he was largely preoccupying himself with work. Sebastian could hardly help the jest that left his lips, those songs, he was certain, were likely largely preoccupied with those wants that Arlo could not fulfil. After all, it made for decent material in the modern age - far more of those pop and rock songs focused up on relationships and that very intimacy Arlo craved. Sebastian's shoulder lifted in a vague shrug in response to his companion, that knowing smile still present upon his lips even if Arlo was entirely accurate. Sex did sell well...in all it's forms. That very topic of sex, however, only saw the pair return to Arlo's efforts to bed his girlfriend - those inquiries of movie titles was one Sebastian was quick to provide an answer to. How easy it would be, admittedly, to just encourage Abigail's pheromones in the same way he could take hold of Arlo's and yet...at least those films might encourage some...new want within the naive girl.

He hardly anticipated, however, for that topic to shift to his own sexual experiences, though Sebastian was certainly not one to shy away from such a conversation either. That inquiry of his biting tendencies prompted the presence of that almost egotistical simper all over again, the vampire knowing well just how Arlo would surely react to Sebastian's own love life. His insistence that he fed exclusively during sex seemed prompt that clear look of astonishment upon the younger vampire's features, one that was followed swiftly with utter disbelief. Arlo's inquiry of how often Dorian and himself were having sex, however, prompted a brief glimpse of consideration upon his features, that average perhaps a bit more accurate on those far more busy evenings. After all, there were certainly days in which the pair relished in one another's physiques more than once on a given night. That admittance of every other night, however, only furthered that look of blatant awe upon Arlo's features, the vampire voice equally as incredulous. Sebastian could hardly help that chuckle on his lips as he nodded in response to Arlo's inquiries, only confirming that he had heard the Englishman right. Sebastian was, admittedly, rather oblivious to the wonderings that drifted through his companion's thoughts, his evenings spent with women in the past having occurred on the same frequent basis, even if Sebastian rarely entertained the same woman more than once.

The vampire was, however, almost unsurprised as Arlo continued to question after his own sexual exploits with his husband. It was, perhaps, unsurprising that their relationship had begun with one such intimate encounter and yet, Sebastian was also well aware that it was hardly Dorian that Arlo wished to think of. How easy it was to transition that very imagery away from the fae that Sebastian cherished and towards the red-headed woman of Arlo's dreams. His baritone voice gained that husky tone that so afflicted that foreign accent whenever those far more...alluring topics coaxed to his inner Incubus. Sebastian was well aware of the way Arlo shifted ever so slightly within the armchair, much less the way the man's hand seemed to drift lower, that slight change to the jeaned material around Arlo's groin entirely noticed. Arlo, in turn, however, seemed quick to realize his own mistake, the vampire clearly purposefully pulling his thoughts from that scene Sebastian had painted as the Englishman's voice trailed off. For all Arlo's sometimes...obliviousness, the vampire was surprisingly astute upon Sebastian's far more risque capabilities. The younger vampire's insistence that he surely was an Incubus prompted a noncommittal shrug to the Englishman's shoulders, even if Sebastian had quite come to terms with that new label.

The vampire brought his beer to his lips, savoring the...unique flavor of canned beer. Sometimes, he'd forgotten just how...lavish his lifestyle had become in the aftermath of his marriage. The crystalline hue of his gaze turned downwards towards the beer in his hand. Those contemplative considerations of how his life had so drastically changed, however, were interrupted by his name from Arlo's lips. A soft sound reverberated within his throat as his gaze turned upwards towards Arlo, giving the younger vampire his full attention. That inquiry of how his venom might work prompted a small raise of his brow, his gaze trailed downwards and towards his companion's groin, those words chosen with care as he expressed exactly what he was capable of. His own question as to why Arlo desired to know, however, prompted a mere shrug of Arlo's shoulders. How...unsurprising it was that Arlo desired more than just his hand and yet...Sebastian supposed it was noble enough that Arlo might seek...reprieve while still staying true to his girlfriend. For a moment, Sebastian's head tilted in consideration before the vampire nodded.

"It'll take more than a nip to get you at that point, Arlo." He warned, leaning forward to place his beer on the table. He had only just stood when Arlo's voice broke the silence again, the very mention of the 'French Fae dude' stopped the Englishman in his tracks. "Shit...got....weird?" Sebastian repeated, only for those crystalline blue eyes to widen in realization of just what Arlo was alluding to. He remembered...some things about that evening. At the very least he remembered Matteo's intrusion into their conversation of the legal action Arlo could take to regain rights to his songs. So too did he remember Matteo's request for their venom and offering Arlo his arm. Everything after that, however, had been reduced to a vague blur. He had been convinced that Matteo had tried to take his fangs, even if Dorian had brushed it off as a 'bad dream', ignoring the fact that Sebastian didn't dream. What he most certainly did not remember was biting Matteo. How could he forget that taste of the blood he so craved? His hand immediately moved towards his lips. What the bloody hell did 'weird' even mean?! There was no denying he lusted...profusely after his father-in-law but Sebastian had diligently strove to keep those desires in check. Unless...Oh God. "Arlo, tell me everything and I'll make you cum enough you forget you haven't had sex in two years." He promised, moving around the coffee table to settle on the edge of it and in front of the younger vampire, oh how Arlo now had all of his attention.

Sebastian Ellington-Aragona