God, how he wished he had remembered what that blood had smelled like! What it had tasted like! What he wouldn't give to sink his fangs within Matteo's porcelain skin! To bring those sounds Sebastian's bite alone could bring from the fae's lips! To subject him to the full extent of his affinities in the same way he had once done to the man's very son. It was surely a taboo, to desire both father and son, and yet, the fantasy persisted with such potency despite all the ways in which his morality was assured it was wrong. Arlo's insistence that the blood had been far more intense than the Italian Monarch only furthered that near regretful groan left his lips, that venom already coating his saliva in simple thought of what that sweet delicious flavor must have been like. How had he stopped?! How had he wasted that only moment he'd ever truly get to relish in the flavor of his father-in-law! Arlo's insistence that next time, he would have to find Arlo if only so the fae could too experience that flavor prompted a snort from the Englishman, his head shook ever so slightly. "Blimey, I doubt there will ever be a next time." He pointed out, though he was hardly one to dwell upon his woes here and now. After all, he had made a promise to his friend, one that Arlo had seen good on.

Sebastian rose from his makeshift seat on the coffee table, only to wander towards the dining room to pull out a single chair. He was purposeful in his placement of it, the vampire talking as he moved. Pain, he was sure, would be the least of Arlo's worries. After all, Sebastian's own venom was as fast-acting as Arlo's, the intensity ensuring that whatever pain he might associate with the rest of those bites would be quickly forgotten under the glorious pleasure he felt. That almost dubious look upon his friend's features hardly went unnoticed by the Englishman, even as he gestured slightly towards the chair he presently stood behind with instructions that Arlo should at least take off his pants. He watched in silence as Arlo's fingers found the zipper of his jeans, both it and the button were swiftly undone as the vampire stepped out of them. His brow rose as Arlo tossed his pants onto the back of the sofa, the man's declaration that he was at least leaving on those boxes cause Sebastian's shoulders to raise in a brief shrug.

Truly, he saw little reason for that minuscule piece of cloth, after all, modesty had not been lingering upon Arlo's mind when Sebastian had lured him into that frat house with two college girls. The very mention of that night seemed to prompt his companion to rethink his decision. After all, those boxers would only get in the way for that end goal. He watched as Arlo glanced down the length of his figure, the vampire clearly contemplating that suggestion before he agreed, albeit hesitantly. It was Arlo's insistence that he had no intention of making out with Sebastian that coaxed a ready chuckle from his lips. This was something he was willing to agree to, even if he was certain Arlo might change his mind once he was under the sway of Sebastian's venom. Nevertheless, Sebastian insisted he would keep Arlo's boundaries in mind as the vampire settled within the kitchen chair. He waited for Arlo to make himself comfortable, the guitarist apparently choosing now to remove the silken material of his boxers and expose all of him. The Englishman, however, remained the epitome of composed, even as his gaze briefly swept downwards. After all, he could hardly help it, the vampire still an Incubus even if he had little intention of taking that friendship across that clear boundary.

Arlo's voice cut through the Prince's thoughts, Sebastian incapable of stopping that snort and roll of his eyes. It was almost as if his friend knew how natural it was for his gaze to deviate in such a manner! His head shook ever so slightly as he leaned down. One hand gingerly reached for Arlo's neck, his lips pressing against the tender slope of the opposite side in some effort to locate the vein he so required. He was altogether aware of the way Arlo's body flinched beneath that tender touch, those sudden queries near immediately prompted a soft sigh from his lips. His declaration that he'd hardly done anything was accompanied by the vampire's declaration that Arlo needed to relax. His brow rose as Arlo glanced back at him, the musician's declaration that he was relaxed caused a soft snort to leave Sebastian's nose. "No, mate, you're stiff as a board."

This, he knew, was hardly going to work, at least not in a way that Arlo might truly enjoy it. Effortlessly, Sebastian reached for his own affinities, providing his companion with just a tiny touch of that magical transformation to those pheromones. His hands gingerly reached forward towards Arlo's shoulders, kneading into the taut muscles. He could feel Arlo's physique slowly easing beneath his capable hands though it was hardly enough, not yet. Softly, Sebastian suggested his companion closed his eyes, the idea was one Arlo hardly fought as the musician leaned further back into that chair. That subtle action was the cue he was looking for, his head leaning down for his lips to once again press tenderly against the slope of Arlo's neck. That soft murmur upon Arlo's lips briefly prompted a small simper to his lips though Sebastian hardly responded. After all, he'd found exactly what he was looking for. The Englishman pulled back just slightly, his mouth parting far wider this time before those incisors brushed against Arlo's flesh in the only warning he wished to provide. He was swift to bite down before the vampire could again reconsider the idea, those canines piercing flesh as all four teeth bit into his companion, releasing that plethora of venom into Arlo's bloodstream. That taste of blood quickly filled his mouth, though his nose scrunched ever so slightly at the flavor. He had known, of course, what Arlo's blood tasted like, and yet, he'd forgotten exactly how much he disliked it. Sebastian slowly pulled back, just enough to bite again, ensuring Arlo felt the full effects of that venom before he paused to watch his companion in an effort to better judge when his venom was again needed to further help push the boy along to his goal.

Sebastian Ellington-Aragona