ethanbialecki | You're Invited. To a UV Rave. [Open]

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You're Invited. To a UV Rave. [Open]

For an event so well known, there had been almost no advertising. The venue located in an old warehouse near the docks that had been renovated purposefully for such an event. And yet it had drawn quite a large local crowd - to the displeasure of some.

Everybody that pays the entry fee receives a free glass of champagne and a small bottle of UV paint in their prefered colour upon entry.

Throughout there are bars serving a vast variety of drinks and 'paint stations' complete with brushes and vast arrays of coloured UV paints. Allowing clubbers to be as creative with their ideas... or just plain messy as they wish.

There are two DJs, playing in different sections, one with the more traditional 'Electronic Dance' style of music, the other playing a selection of requests and popular classics.

It's designed to be a night the people of Siren Cove will remember - or forget if they choose to drink enough.

(OOC: I realise we have quite a few people on hiatus. Please feel free to join in even if you're late. Tag whoever you want, take who you like and have a lot of fun. Below I have included a couple of playlists - but I have terrible tastes in music so feel free to find your own playlists as backing inspiration)

UV Rave: The Club Anthem Mix from hitchhikingon on 8tracks Radio.

UV Rave: The EDM Mix from hitchhikingon on 8tracks Radio.

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"Finally I find something he likes", Bach teases, biting down a moan because neck and throat are always a success but somehow too often overlooked. It's that he thinks that Davin already got enough embarrassing begs from him.

He keeps his hand in place, just squeezing with every thrust. Depending on how long Davin would last, Bach'd keep his mouth shut or not.

"It'll do," Davin says breathlessly, trying to tease, but the words are punched out of him with Nathan's deep thrusts. He lets out an embarrassingly needy whine and bites down on Nathan's neck to stifle it, remembering how much he liked to be bitten last time.

The pressure on his cock is wonderful, but just on the wrong side of enough to make him come. He feels pinned in place and he likes it, bouncing on Nathan's thick cock and trying to thrust up into his fist.

"Oh fuck you, don't start doing more rabbit things now. I only have so many ways to pin you down."

The half attempt works really well for him though, clashing into his rhythm in an almost tickling way. Bach moves his thumb, circling Davin's slit after every thrust-squeeze. Screw him, Bach just likes his rhythms. Everywhere.

He lets out a throaty laugh and sucks a mark into Nathan's neck, one that will stay for days, and then clutches at Nathan's forearm for balance. Heat pools low in his belly and he finally releases Nathan's throat from between his teeth to let out a low, drawn out moan. "I'm close, fuck, gonna come."

Mira groans as Genevieve presses into her, muscles tensing against her and relaxing; she bites down against the curve of Genevieve's neck, laughing very softly at her brag and at trying to keep herself quiet. "Fuck." She rocks up against her hand, pressing the curve of her palm all along her, her nerves electric. "I like the sound of that," she says, and with a bit of a mischievous look bends her head to lick over Genevieve's breast, over her tank top, teasing. "Care to...elaborate?" she murmurs, a little breathless.

"You and your fucking teeth", Bach rumbles. "Going to think of you for days."

He tilts his hips back a little, testing the new angle before getting back into the rhythm. "Come for me. Hard."

"Mm, ya better." He grins but then Nathan is changing the angle and hitting his prostate hard, and Davin can't help but to shout loudly as he comes, muscles tensing as he arches up and comes all over Nathan's hand and his own belly.

He slumps back against Nathan and whimpers, thighs twitching as he pants heavily and tries to catch his breath as he comes down.

Bach didn't expect that scream, but it's good enough to pull him over the edge. He moves a few more times until it gets stupidly uncomfortable and he lets Davin go.

"Fuck." He makes sure to plant his hands besides Davin, not sure if he can take any contact right now. "Don't forget to apologize to the neighbors later for that, okay? You okay?"

Davin isn't expecting to be let go so suddenly and kind of face plants down into the bed, panting as he comes down from the high of his orgasm. He feels empty where Nathan slipped out of him and he curls up on himself a little, nodding and closing his eyes. "I'm okay."

Bach laughs out loud, his body shaking both because of his orgasm and the incredibly stupid act that was. "Your hands, dude. Remember you have hands."

He rolls half off the mattress, stretches and allows his eyes to close. "Give me ten minutes, and I will get you breakfast. Any special demands? I know you're the demanding type, so you can be honest about it."

What Davin wants is closeness, maybe to be held, but he's not going to dare tell Nathan that. That's not what Nathan signed up for, and not even something Davin thought he wanted at first. He shrugs and slides his hand through the mess on his belly before burrowing under the blankets again.

"As long as there's bacon," he rasps out, not wanting to ask for too much. "And coffee."

"Really? No special story about how it needs to be llama chewed beans and fancy milk?"

He rubs Davin's neck. "Joking, rabbit. If you want bacon and coffee, I'll get you bacon and coffee. Probably with some sandwich involved, because I don't want people to think I'm being super exotic with such a combination."

"I was gonna say french toast but I didn't wanna b'greedy." He turns to give Nathan a lazy smile when he rubs his neck, happy for the contact. "Thanks, man. I'll b'outta your hair soon."

"Dude, the entire night and you barely touched my hair. I'm disappointed, even."

He sits back to get rid of that stupid itchy condom, but uses his foot to prod Davin's ass. "Now was that so hard? Not anymore, I guess. Shit, where did I put my pants now."

"Oh, did ya want me t'pull it?" He snakes his hand out from under the covers to slide his hand into Nathan's hair and use it to gently pull him down into a brief kiss. But then he's pulling away to rid himself of his much-hated condom and looking for his pants, so Davin flops down onto his back. "Can I take a shower while you're gone? I'd rather not walk home all sticky."

"You need to wash the me of you before you return to the cute little house with the wife and children?"

Bach is such an ass, that wasn't necessary at all. He's pretty sure you can't find guys more seeminglessly guy than Davin and they had a pretty awesome night together.

He waves it away. "I'm a grumpy bastard. Of course you can, bathroom is on the other side of the hall. I think there's a towel in there as well."

His pants are near the door and while dressing, he already opens it. "Coffee, French toast, bacon, yeah?"

"Mainly just didn't wanna walk through town lookin' like the money shot in a porno," he mumbles, a little stung by the comment. He's still got paint smeared on him in places, and his shirt is covered in it, so the walk home will be enough without looking like he got fucked all night. He briefly wonders why Nathan is even bothering to offer breakfast, but he just sits up and walks naked towards the bathroom instead of asking, waving one hand in the air. "Yeah, that's fine. Coffee's the priority."

He steps into the bathroom and doesn't look at himself in the mirror before climbing into the shower and tipping his head back under the hot spray.

That comment was a really sucky thing to do considering what Davin did for him and to him the entire night.

Bach shakes it off, combs his curls back and leaves the apartment in just his pants and some old slippers some guy left one day. Maybe they're Gabe's, but even if they would be his, he'd not want them back because they were covered in Bach cooties.

It's still silent enough in the streets of town to make Bach wonder at what time he left his house and if any food place will be already open. He follows his nose to the nearest bakery and smiles through the window at two guys, working the benches with dough and flour scattered everywhere. It takes him a few minutes of sooth talking and some promises about sucking off the both of them if they add some breakfast for him, but after fifteen minutes he leaves the place with two coffees, four slices of French Toast, some bacon and a breakfast burrito.

"Davin?" Bach knocks his own door. "You're still here? Because this toast looks too good, man. I might steal it."

Davin considered leaving, for just a moment, but if Nathan was out getting him breakfast it would be rude to just go, even if he is feeling a bit off. He's sitting on the bed in just his jeans from the night before when Nathan comes in, ruined shirt draped over one knee.

"Ya really got the french toast?" He laughs a little and gets up to help Nathan with the bags, giving him a shy smile and sitting cross-legged on the bed. "This looks awesome. Thanks, man."

"Dude, I told you I was going to get French Toast, I promised you a reward for your fucking behavior, I'm getting you French Toast."

He hooks his foot behind the door to make it close softly. Not that he cares about waking any neighbors, just because. Because.

"And I kinda need to eat as well, you know. I don't live on fairy dust and orgasms." Bach points at the coffee table. "Only table I have and I don't think I have clean forks and stuff, so I hope you're okay with using your hands. Well I know you are, but with food."

Genevieve hissed when Mira's licked at her breast. Even over her shirt it felt amazing considering how turned on she was. She was regretting drinking so much that she couldn't take Mira home.

"Well," Genevieve said, drawing her fingers out of Mira and reaching up to suck them clean with a happy groan. "For starters, you taste very, very good."

Smiling at the girl she slid down to her knees in front of her. It was a bit of an awkward position but sliding her hands up Mira's legs to raise her dress up enough so that she could lean forward and get her mouth on Mira.

Mira takes a sharp breath as Genevieve pulls away, blinking slowly; she just stares at her, biting her lip, eyes fixed as she sucks off her fingers. It has to be one of the hottest things Mira's ever seen.

That, or Genevieve dropping to her knees. "Jesus," she says, "you are impossible," and laughs at herself, softly, just a little, interrupted by Genevieve's hands on her. She catches at her dress with one hand to help a little, leans her shoulders against the wall to brace herself as Genevieve presses her mouth to her and she arches toward her with a groan.

Damn she was so hot, the way she sounded when Genevieve got her mouth on her and the way Mira's hips pressed against her. She did taste amazing too and Genevieve didn't hesitate to slide her tongue up into Mira, liking around as one hand reached up to rake her nails along her ass. It was a little obscene, how greedy she felt at the moment, moaning in pleasure about getting to do this but she didn't even care, she was too filled with desire to back off now, to do anything but get lost in it.

Mira hisses at Genevieve's nails on her ass, hips bucking forward, the gasp turning into a whimper at the feel of Genevieve's tongue warm and wet and insistent, pressing into her, almost eager. Like she's some kind of obscene delicacy. She hasn't had sex with a lot of people and while some of it was pretty great, going down on her has never been something anyone treated like it was special except for eliciting the right reaction. "Please," she says, barely aware she's talking. Mira lets her head fall back against the wall, and oh - that's a fantastic idea, leaning at just the right angle to watch as Genevieve moans against her, the sound vibrating against her. "God, you feel --" She slides her hand into Genevieve's hair, tangled, encouraging.

She feels a little selfish, like she should be doing more for Genevieve -- and oh, there are a million things she could think of, and even that makes her shiver -- but she's barely keeping herself standing right now. She wants everything right now.

Genevieve knew, she knew exactly how her mouth felt on the girl and what it was doing to Mira. That was the beauty of going down on a girl, that Genevieve knew just what she was doing and all the little, basic ways to drive her crazy while searching for what really set Mira off.

"Oh fuck you taste so good," Genevieve moaned before pressing her mouth back onto her, licking along her opening to her clit before she really got into it. She wanted to bring Mira to the edge and then push her over, to make her come harder than she ever had before. Or, at the very least, to blow her mind about how good something quick and dirty like this could be.

"So beautiful and so fucking good, Mira, it's not fair," she said, almost pleading the words.

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