Arlo James

See what it's like to be a vulture's lunch

Arlo had hardly been ready for that bite. He had known it was coming and yet, beneath the sway of that pheromone manipulation the very notion of Sebastian biting him had so hardly seemed....important. Arlo having pushed that very worry to the furthest reaches of his mind. The vampire, in those few moments, was far more relaxed then he could remember being in weeks with the stress of that move and that new record. Sebastian really was good at this. Arlo was aware, dimly, of Sebastian's fangs brushing agianst the flesh of his neck and yet, somehow, he almost wanted....more of his companions touch. That idea had only just began to turn within his mind when Sebastian's teeth suddenly pierced directly into his flesh. Whatever hold his companions power had over him was near instantly shattered by that sudden pain. Arlo's yelp had barely left his own lips before Sebastian's hand reached to rest agianst the opposite side of his neck, effectively trapping him as the venom took hold. That venom spread like wildfire, Arlo very near oblivious to that second bite Sebastian afforded him as little more than a muttered curse managed to fall from his lips. Fucking hell. He hadn;t expected it to feel like....this. Those sensations of pleasure near wracked his frame as the venom seemed to bring every nerve ending to life. God he desired more in that moment. That want....that need for touch was almost overpowering. Arlo, just as Sebastian had suggested he would, near instantly reached for himself in some effort to further ride those pleasurable sensation that had near instantly coaxed a reaction from his figure. God, he was already semi-hard from those bites alone!

Arlo's right hand moved to easily encircle himself. The vampire content to affor dhis figure several firm caresses as that hardness rapidly increased. God that felt good. All of it felt good. The Crusnik so hardly found he cared what Sebastian saw in that moment. Arlo could hardly prevent those soft groans that rose within his throat, the man oblivious to the fashion in which those sounds toyed with the Incubus behind him. How unsteady his breathing had become. Arlo's hand increased it's pace, the man leaning further back within that chair and, coincidentally, into Sebastian hismelf. Some part of his mind desired to move away from the other man and yet how readily that logic had been drowned out by the notion that this felt far, far to good to care whether another man was the result of it. Sebastian shifted behind him once more, the vampire's lips found his neck again before Sebastian's fangs sunk into his flesh for the third and final time. That final injection of venom all but drenching Arlo's system in that cocktail of potent chemicals that had alreay threatened to bring him undone.

That intoxicating rush brought a sudden gasp to Arlo's lips. Those feelings of pleasure that had already been near rampant within his body seemed to reach an overdrive. That pleasurable peak that had been so readily within his reach was all but forced upon him with that final rush of venom. Arlo's body finding that high near insnstantly, his on hand so barely needed to bring about that very release. The moan that left Arlo's lips was nothing short of notable in those final moment. The crusnik was left breathless in the wake of that potent high as his hand afforded hismelf those final few strokes. God damn. For several moments Arlo was simply content to rest within that chair. He could feel his own heartbeat dancing within his chest. Whatever blood existed within his system was all but racing within his veins. The man forced to take several more steadying breaths as his eyes momentarily closed. That had been....better then fucking good. Arlo, at last, seemed to manage those words.

"Bud, I need you to like....stand on the other side of the room while I....you know...clean up because I still kinda have this weird desire to like...hug you and also Im still trying to come to terms with the fact that might have been the best sex ive ever had.....and im not even sure it was sex....and it was with you. My mind is kinda blown right now."

Arlo's hand lifted to point toward the far side of the room. That, he was certain, was a safe pace for Sebastian to stand without being at risk of him trying to....hug him, or anything....gay like that. Arlo moved to pull his jeans back up as much as he was able. The vampire rose from the chair to make his way toward the bathroom in search of a clean towel.

"That venom of yours really is fucking amazing. That was....fuck it was good."

Those very words were called out over his shoulder, Arlo turning on the water within the bathroom sink in an effort to clean up that aftermath. The vampire no sooner having pulled his jeans properly back into place then his gaze shifted upward to eye his reflection within the mirror.

"Ummmm, Seb? We got a problem."

Arlo's features frowned ever so slightly, the Crusnik lifting one hand to run through his hair before glancing downward once more. That look of panic upon his face so readily increased before Arlo hurriedly stepped out of the bathroom. The crusnik near colliding with Sebastian. Arlo, this time, gesturing wildly toad his own head.

"Bud, you didn't tell me your venom did this! How long does this last!?"

Arlo's normally brunette locks had shifted entirely to a distinctly deep shade of red, those tips fading into a glorious and yet notably warm orange hue. The crunicks hair was nothing short of utterly vibrant.

"And yes, before you ask, the carpet does match the drapes."

Arlo's hand shifted to tug his jeans down just enough to reveal a glimpse of that more....personal body hair. That too having shifted to a distinctly vibrant shade of orange red that was nothing if not strikingly notable. That near baffled look on Sebastian's own features so hardly soothing that worry on Arlo's own.

"How long does Dorian stay like this when you bite him?"