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New Year's Eve Party: Part III - The Party Bed (NSFW)

It's some time around 3:30 a.m. when Emcee brings his merry band of friends back to the penthouse. Those who are returning to Milliways, he says auf wiedersehen to with the warmest, most grateful of embraces as he opens a door for them. Those who are sleeping over, he guides them to the prepared guest rooms and provides them with fresh towels and pajamas. There is plenty of food in the refrigerator for whenever breakfast suits them.

And then, those who are here for the orgy, Emcee leads them down the hall to the master bedroom.

The spacious master bedroom is done in calm, neutral shades of off-whites, creams, and grays, the lighting dimmed to a soft glow. There is a plush chaise lounge by the French doors, an art deco vanity table, and similarly styled nightstands flanking the ginormous party bed. Nine feet wide by nine feet long, it fits three large pillows across, or three broad-shouldered men. Running the length of the headboard is a shelf stocked with toys and party favors: various types of lube, silicone cock rings, dildoes, and plugs--some of which vibrate!--and colorful condoms of every size. Safety is important! There are also small towels and tissues on the nightstands for everyone's convenience, and the private bathroom is just to the side.

Once Emcee has pointed everything out to his guests, he lets everyone gravitate towards their preferred partners.

"Remember to share, darlings, and have fun!"

[ OOC: Some guidelines! Because orgy logistics. Any questions/concerns, PM me!
1. The first two group threads will be taking place simultaneously. Without godding, and as handwavey as you like, please feel free to have your pup notice things going on in the other group, or even bump up or brush against someone. After all, everyone will be on the same bed.
2. Muns are all in different time zones. Slowtime is our friend! And to keep the action going when others are away, let's allow up to 6 tags (depending on the action/availability) out of order before resuming tagging order. (The first three tags will set the tagging order.)
3. I will be setting up a free-for-all thread after the group threads get going. Here everyone gets a chance to be with whoever they want. Can be just pairs, or however many agree to jump in!
4. THE PARTY SHOWER. Another free-for-all type thread where anyone is free to use the ginormous main shower or the hot tub.
5. Open indefinitely! ]

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"You're not the only one being spoiled," George says, lifting his head to grin at Sinric, then dipping it again to follow the trail Emcee leaves with his tongue, his hand sliding up Sinric's thigh slowly.

"I swear I'll return as well as I'm give." Sinric purrs, allowing himself to revel in the moment. The broad strength of George's hand, the clever joy of Emcee's tongue.

"In fact, I can. If you'll permit." His eyes glow warm gold and he glances to Emcee, asking his consent to use his magic.

Emcee's tongue dances around Sinric's navel, as he presses and massages him with a finger just so.

"Mmm, your sex magic?" he says out of the corner of his mouth, catching the gold gleam in his eyes. Emcee hasn't taken drugs or ingested vampire blood in a while, and what are those but enhancers during sex. So is Sinric's magic.

Emcee slides his gaze toward George and moves to brush their tongues together, as if vying for the same patch of skin on Sinric's belly.

"What do you think, darling? A little enchantment? You don't have to, but it is quite fun."

George laughs, delighted. It's been an evening of firsts, and he hasn't been disappointed with any of them.

"Sex magic? Aye, let's try that." He's inclined to trust magic users if only because all the ones he's met have been trustworthy.

Sinric sings sweetly and a soft glow forms on his hands. He reaches out to them both, caressing his long fingers up the curve of their spines.

As he does, they feel what he feels - the cool strangeness of the cream, the heat of their mouths. The deftness of Emcee's finger, stroking his desires higher, the brush of George's hair against his hot skin.

And more than that, they feel his trust, his desire. The delightful newness of sharing pleasure with George, the joyful reassurance of Emcee - someone who knows him so well.

And also the reflected pleasure of the other group, their pleasures sharper and more intense, moving faster into different highs.

There is a surge, slow and warm, that courses through Emcee's body. He inhales deeply, eyelashes fluttering as his senses seem to grow sharper, feeling everything in precise detail. And not just touch, and smell, and taste, and sound--but something more. An inescapable aura of joy surrounds them and seeps into their skin. Emcee sighs, a smoky breath. He moves his body against Sinric's and George's, wanting to ride this magical wave with them both.

"Oh, oh." George feels that magic sliding through him, and he drops his forehead to Sinric's belly for a moment just to take it all in. Lifting his head, he smiles, hazy and tipsy and aroused. He presses his lips to the swell of Sinric's breast just to see what it feels like.

His breasts are so sensitive, so soft. The kiss sends a ripple of pleasure through him, through them all. His breathless sigh echoes and reflects in the joy he shares.

Emcee gasps at the shared sensation, almost as if George's tongue had swept over his own skin. Exhaling a husky moan, he moves lower down Sinric's body, kissing him ravenously between his legs as he rubs and kneads the inside of George's thigh.

Oh, well, if it's like that.

George's fingers tangle in Emcee's hair as he kisses Sinric again, lips and tongue traveling across his breast to his nipple. His erection presses against Sinric's hip, and he groans softly at the sensation of Emcee's mouth on him.

Sinric lets the sensations roll over them all in waves, not just their shared touches but the desire, the anticipation - the longing to have them inside him. The taste the heft of their cocks, to lose himself in the delights of being pierced.

It's pretty trippy, to say the least, to imagine feeling tongues and hands on you where there aren't any (yet, at least). Best to go with the flow and let it move you to even greater heights of pleasure.

Emcee comes up for air, and with a moment's clarity he grabs a handful of condoms.

"Won't you take him first, darling?" he says breathlessly to George, before ripping a packet open his his teeth and rolling the condom on for him. It's a task he doesn't mind at all. "And I'm next."

"Oh, well, if you insist," George says with a breathless laugh. He's honestly not sure he could last through watching Emcee and Sinric.

Stretching out alongside Sinric, he tugs Sinric in for a kiss, hands stroking over him as George shifts onto his back. "Will you ride me?" he murmurs against Sinric's lips.

Sinric purrs into the kiss, moving with him gladly. "Yes! I'd like that very much."

He lets the magic ebb, letting them focus as he watches Emcee slide the condom on George. He licks his lips at the length and heft of him.

He turns back to kiss Emcee. "With us?"

Emcee returns Sinric's kiss, still wet from George's lips, and he smiles, urging Sinric to take his turn. "Oh, I'll be here, darling," he assures him, "every inch of the way."

To demonstrate, he curls his fingers around the base of George's cock. Not that it needs any assistance standing firm and erect. It's just the principle of helping.

George definitely does not need any assistance in that department, but he groans as Emcee's fingers wrap around him. HIs hands move to Sinric's hips to help him into position, his grip firm but his movements gentle.

"Cheeky," he mutters, flashing a grin at Emcee.

Sinric eases himself down, slender legs wrapped around George's as he takes George to the root.

He hums under his breath, raising his arms above his head, wrists curved. With a dancer's poise, he begins to rock slowly, setting a slow and easy rhythm.

Emcee presses close against George to watch Sinric sink down onto him, slipping his hand away to then glide it over Sinric's thigh (it's a nice thigh) and up George's stomach (it's a nice stomach). With his gaze still turned toward Sinric and his sinuous dance, he nuzzles George's neck, breath hot, teeth grazing lightly.

George mutters a stream of curses in English and Gaelic as Sinric takes him in, growling softly at the way Sinric's tightness grips his cock. From the corner of his eye, he can see the others on the bed, and it seems to heighten every sensation somehow.

He tilts his head as Emcee's mouth moves over him, eyes closing briefly at the scrape of teeth. Most of his attention, though, is on Sinric moving gracefully over him. He runs a hand up from Sinric's hip over his stomach.

The Gaelic makes Sinric smile, answering his curses with little encouragements in Northumbrian, the closest language he knows.

He keeps rocking, a little slowly. Just to be a little maddening. Why, because it's fun to hear George moan.

It is fun to hear George moan, and Emcee thinks Sinric is doing a wonderful job of it. He chuckles breathily against George's skin, because he knows what Sinric is doing. He often does it himself.

"Dance for us, darling, dance," he encourages Sinric, his hand joining George's in roving over Sinric's body.

"Angel's sake, yes." George's voice is low and gruff, and he rolls his hips up toward Sinric. "You're beautiful like this."

He twists so he can catch Emcee's lips. "Will you get behind him? And I can watch you both?"

Sinric smiles and pulls Emcee up, stealing a kiss. "For the sake of the angels? Do you think I'm an angel, my mirror?" He flexes his inner muscles, clenching with the rhythm of his rolling hips.

Emcee smiles against George's lips. "You read my mind," he purrs, as he takes Sinric's hand and sits up to kiss him in turn. Whether it's the residue of magic that puts them on the same track or simply the fact that Emcee just knows how to pick his partners, it's what he had intended to eventually do.

Straddling George's thighs, he shifts his hips flush up against Sinric's rear, cock pressed between between them. He drags both his hands up Sinric's thighs, his fingertips leaving faint pink lines on his delicate skin.

"An angel? A fallen one, perhaps," Emcee says in a low, wry tone, casting a sidelong glance at Lucifer.

"Aye, you're both more demon than angel," George says, laughing breathlessly. The sound cuts off in a low groan as Sinric tightens around him. "No complaints from me, mind."

It's a theological distinction with no bearing upon the current situation, so George sets it aside.

Or really, his brain can't hold onto that thought for more than about five seconds just now.

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