The sharpened points of his incisors brushed across the cold pallor of Arlo's flesh, that vein somehow more difficult to find with his companion's lower heart rate, and yet, Sebastian was nothing if not well experienced in this art. His fingers hardly ceased their firm kneading in the musician's shoulders, encouraging that relaxation he could feel well within the man's muscles as he searched diligently for that very spot he was searching for. How easily Arlo had fallen under his sway! Those fears had dissipated entirely into simple compliance. A small, smug simper toyed with the corners as his left hand slowly trailed upwards and towards Arlo's neck. Delicately, his lips pressed against Arlo's flesh in an almost chaste kiss, the very action utilized to confirm that which he had already suspected - it was there. The crystalline hue of his gaze flickered towards Arlo's features, simply watching the man from his periphery vision before those ivory canines pressed down, piercing flesh and filling his mouth with that sickeningly copper taste of recycled blood. His own venom, however, had thoroughly coated his saliva, his teeth only delivering more of the intoxicating substance. That yelp upon Arlo's lips, however, was short-lived as the vampire strove to jerk out of his immediate read, the vampire only succeeding in getting himself trapped between Sebastian's mouth and the firm touch of his fingers.

How rapidly his venom spread throughout Arlo's system, carried downwards within the vampire's bloodstream towards those very areas that seemed keen to demand the vampire's attention. That softly murmured curse prompted a low, breathy chuckle to his lips, the Englishman pulling back just enough to bite a second time, doubling the venom that now wholly seduced the younger vampire. Sebastian hardly bothered to feed, however, the flavor of that blood abhorrent enough that he pulled back, that brief childish face made while Arlo was far too busy with those feelings that Sebastian had brought to life within him. The Prince watched in silence as the vampire reached down, quite like Sebastian had known he would, that need to touch, to be touched, was entirely overwhelming within all of them. It was a shame, really, that he hadn't gotten a second bite in when he'd had Matteo at his whims....even if he likely wouldn't have remembered that either. Such a thought fluttered briefly though his mind as he watched Arlo's fingers encircle himself, the vampire so quickly hardening beneath his own touch. How such a sight called to Sebastian's inner incubus, the musical notes of those groans upon his friend's lips coaxing the first stirring of want within him as Sebastian shifted almost uncomfortably behind his companion.

He was entirely aware of the rapidness of Arlo's hand, the vampire leaning back in an effort to provide himself with further access to his own physique, even if the action merely brought him closer towards Sebastian and, in turn, provided the Incubus of a better view of that which he was not allowed to participate in. It would have been strikingly easy to increase that allure, to make Arlo want him with the same ferocity that Sebastian had once made his victims want him, regardless of their sexual orientation. How many times had he been 'the first' for men who'd never thought they'd find a hint of interest within their own gender. And yet....Arlo would hardly be pleased by that turn of events and...more importantly, he had made a promise to his own husband, that gentle ever-present vibration of Dorian's heartbeat on his finger served as a constant reminder of such when his thoughts turned ever wayward. It was petty of him, admittedly, as he bent down towards his companion's neck. His inability to join in resulting in that simple desire to push Arlo even further over the edge as his lips found that tender flesh he'd already bitten (although those wounds were now little more than angry red marks with Arlo's ability to heal). Sebastian's canines pressed into the vampire's flesh all over again, that final injection of venom bringing a sudden gasp to Arlo's lips.

How quickly Arlo found his own satisfaction, in a way, it was almost surprising, he had anticipated his friend might hold more endurance though...perhaps his own lover had merely built up a tolerance of sorts, in comparison. That thought was entirely curious, Sebastian contemplating the last time in which he he had bitten his lover to completion, surely Dorian had endured close to five bites then, hadn't he? His gaze turned downwards as Arlo finally collapsed within that chair in utter satisfaction, the vampire's breath nothing short of erratic as his heartbeat with a rapidness that truly only came from the intensity of that experience the Englishman had provided. It was that breathless voice that finally reminded Sebastian of his own affinities at play, the Prince incapable of that chuckle as he withdrew those chemical changes to their pheromones, the vampire retreating back to the sofa in favor of the wall 'over there' that Arlo had gestured to. After all, it was perhaps best for both of them to find that distance once again, even if Sebastian had thus far denied himself what he was more than capable of taking. "Trust me Arlo, actual sex with me is far better." He called over his shoulder, that near smug, knowing smirk visible upon his lips all the while.

How easily he collapsed within the embrace of the sofa, the vampire reaching for that beer he'd previously abandoned if only to get that awful taste of Arlo's blood from his mouth. He could hear the water running in the bathroom as Arlo saw to cleaning the aftermath of what had just transpired, only for that mention of a 'problem' to sharply draw the blue hue of Sebastian's irises. "What? What kind of problem?" He inquired, wholly baffled as to what sort of 'problem' his venom might have been capable of inducing. The Englishman rose to his feet, already making his way towards the bathroom that Arlo, quite abruptly, stepped out of, nearly colliding into him. That bright, flaming red hair was near impossible to miss, even without Arlo's near frantic gesturing. Sebastian's eyebrows rose as he eyed his companion - this...was not what he was expecting. "Uhhh...." That first sound of bafflement upon his lips hardly seemed to stop the Crusnik's clear worry, that mention of everywhere else the vampire's hair had changed colors slowly drew Sebastian's gaze downwards and towards Arlo's groin. "Your eyebrows too." He muttered after a moment, even if his gaze was...well...not upon Arlo's face. The inquiry of Dorian's hair caused his head to shake ever so slightly. "In two hundred years, I have never changed someone's hair color....this....it's not me, mate," Sebastian responded, his hands rising in that universal sign of innocence.

Sebastian Ellington-Aragona