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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Davin huffs out a laugh when Nathan fusses with his hair and then lays back, stretching out again. Nathan hasn't made him feel anything but good so far, so he shouldn't question it now. It's just that Davin really only has two requirements for sex: condoms and prep. He's not getting an STD or a limp because he wanted to rush things, no sir.

"Lie back and think of England," he says with a lazy smile.

Bach finds the lube and pushes Davin's legs apart. "If that's what gets you off ..as long as you don't start coming in an English way or something."

He grins. "Spouting tea."

Davin laughs and slides a hand up Nathan's back, spreading his legs wider and biting his lip in anticipation. "I think you'll get me off just fine."

"Thank you for your trust, rabbit."

He lets his fingers ghost up Davin's thighs, feather-light, tickling his balls before kissing him beneath his navel. “Like this is the first time I’m going to make you come hard enough to make you see stars. Really, you’re not all that on compliments, are you?” Bach kisses his tummy again, to show him there’s no anger behind his words.

After a second he decides on which song to hum, and he opens his mouth for a story about a little sweet shepherd. It’s about the animals he meets and the plants he sees until he finds a sweet young man sleeping between his sheep. Both the music and the words turn dirtier soon, and after the first chorus, he pushes in a finger.
“Just remember to stay very relaxed and take it all until you don’t think you can’t take any more. I will help you change your mind on that as well.”

"Well, this is shapin' up t'be the hottest twelve hours of my life. Compliment enough for ya?" Davin closes his eyes when he hears the song, relaxing and then gasping when the song goes dirty and Nathan's finger slides into him. He's tight but takes it easily, arching up up and clutching at the sheets as he lets out a pleased hum. "Mm, yes sir."

He grins. “I don’t know if that was genuine -” The song carries on underneath his tongue – “But I will take it. You just need to get used to being overwhelmed like this, I’m sure. If we’d make this a weekly thing you’d be addicted in less than two months.”

It’s tempting to just use a little more force, but it wouldn’t work with the song, and Bach would never sabotage any kind of music. So he crooks and turns his finger a little, pushing against the tight, warm muscle. “You better stay this tight when you’re on my dick, so I can go see stars right besides you.”

He lashes in Davin’s song into the little dirty story of the shepherd, makes him remember about the things they already had enjoyed with each other. “It’s not like you need to get up and run off right away after your orgasm anyway, right?”

"It was very genuine. I'll have t'leave my number when I go." He wouldn't mind a repeat performance of this sometime. "I'll be so tight for ya, baby. You'll never wanna leave."

His breathing picks up and he moans in response to the song and Nathan's finger, panting as he clenches down around it and squirms. "I'll stay an' let ya take care of me. Gimme another."

"No phone."

Bach's glad to oblige, although he hopes that Davin is still present enough to appreciate what he's doing. It has been plenty of times that he only had softened people up to fuck them into the mattress with any shiny baubles around.

"Who doesn't have a - fuck." He moans and rocks his hips up, eyes open as he watches Nathan's face. "Then I guess if ya want t'have me again, you'll have t'find me."

He grins lazily and reaches up to cup his cheeks, pulling him in for a kiss and biting at his bottom lip, tugging playfully. "C'mon, get a condom. I need ya inside me."

"Dude, I sleep with my landlady because I don't have money to pay rent. I'm not going to spend whatever I get from time to time on something stupid like a phone."

He adds another finger. "Especially because I don't have anyone to talk to outside this stupid little town. And my legs can do their work of walking."

"I will find you, alright." Bach answers the kiss. "Just don't know if I'll recognize you with your clothes on."

Davin can't help but laugh because this guy is so ridiculous, but charming anyway, and none of it even matters because he's shooting off fireworks behind Davin's eyelids and making him moan and tremble.

"Ya will, if ya want me." He grins and kisses him again, pulling him closer with a whimper. "Are ya gonna fuck me now?"

"So impatient."

But yeah, if he stops ignoring how hard his dick is and how not-fucking Davin isn't something that should last any longer, Bach can get behind the idea. Maybe he'd like it better turned around, but he expects Davin to be the face to face type of guy.

So he slips his fingers out, one after the other, and replaces them with his dick, pushing against him instead of inside him. Just a little bit longer.

It takes Davin a second to get control of himself and not just push back, but he opens his eyes and gives Nathan a baleful look. "Forgetting something?"

"Oh come on, after everything I've done? Sirens don't get sick."

He rolls his eyes and gets up. "For your sake I hope I can find some rubbers somewhere around here. Don't move."

"Yes, after everything. Ya may be a helluva fuck but I don't go breakin' my rules for anyone." Nathan gets up and Davin gives his ass a playful smack as he gets off the bed. "But I will let ya pick the position, 'cause I'm a giver."

"Oh, that's fucking charming. Does that at least mean you can show me test results if I get sores on my mouth?"

How the hell can he think straight with a naked guy around and a painful boner, seriously. "Guess that means you will have to get on your knees, if I ever find some baggies."

"I could, actually. Yer not gettin' anything from me." He's not about to apologize for being safe, no matter how horny he is. "Guess ya better look hard."

He blows Nathan a kiss and rolls over in one slow, sinuous motion, completely unsurprised. Guys always seem to want Davin on his hands and knees. Pretty soon, he'll stop being the slightest bit disappointed by it.

He spreads his legs and arches his back, sticking his ass up in the air and letting it sway back and forth.

That's impressive, although Bach would never admit it.

"You're really ruining the party now, you know." He flips through the kitchen drawers, humming something angry horny he once created for a guy that wanted revenge on his ex-boyfriend. It had ended up being completely hot with the three of them.

"Gotcha." The box is old enough to have been sun bleached, but he finds a condom inside and that's what he needs. "Last fuck of the night, rabbit!"

Nathan's comment, along with whatever song he's humming and weaving through Davin's mind makes him scowl, even as his cock drips onto the sheets. He's starting to feel like he's just an object, but he supposes he's known that all along. "Better make it count, then."

Maybe Bach just all his magic. Hah, isn't that fucking ironic.

He walks back to his mattress, one hand working down the stupid rubber because it's not like he doesn't know how to handle those things. He kneels behind Davin and plants a kiss in his neck. "I'm spoiling the party now, aren't I?"

"Ya could have done without makin' me feel bad for wantin' t'be safe," Davin grumbles, but he turns his head to look at Nathan over his shoulder. "Sorry, I'm probably expectin' too much. I don't - I told ya I don't do this that often."

He smiles a little and reaches back to touch Nathan's cheek, thumbing at his bottom lip. "But I'm ready."

"You keep saying that. Is it a hint for me to let you go or -"

Bach teases him again, his cock rubbing against him before pushing inside in one go. For some reason he always likes it better to be the teased one than the teaser. "Or are you waiting for me to change your mind and invite you over every day of the week until you get used to four orgasms a night? Just asking, I know some people find it hard to be super honest."

"Oh, fuck." He pulls Davin upright, back aligned to chest, one arm around him, the other moving down to find the guy's dick, warm and hard. "Another thing that feels really good. Or do you rather stay on all fours?"

"Don't let me go," Davin pleads, and he's about to say more but then Nathan's cock is there, sheathed in slick rubber, and then he's pushing in without the teasing Davin expected. It still burns a little, but it's nothing he can't handle and the fullness feels like relief.

He moans when Nathan pulls him up, letting his head fall back onto the man's shoulder and turning to mouth at his neck, groaning when he touches his cock. "N-no, I like this."

"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.

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