Blue had to know what he was doing to him. Maybe he couldn’t smell it like another wolf but his eyes and the flare of his nostrils, not to mention his aching erection, were a dead giveaway. He touched Blue through the briefs, following his direction. Playing along. He also watched when told to do so, Blue leaning to kiss Sig. The little wolf was plenty accommodating when Blue initiated. He responded to him without thinking and there was no denying that the scene was erotic. Blue ended the interaction when he was ready to focus once more on Eivind, and Valentino came to sit on the arm of the chair. Sig wrapped an arm around his waist, breathing in all the heady scents. The stripper leaned into him, whispering things into his ear.<br/><br/>Eivind pulled Blue into a demanding kiss, tasting Sig on his lips. It was strange but not entirely unpleasant. His lover was having so much fun. So loose and comfortable in his arms. Sure of himself. It was hard to not want to feed into that further.<br/><br/>“It’s not what I’m going to do, Blue,” Eivind said, loud enough for all of them to hear. “But you.. you’re going to get down on your knees and wrap those perfect lips around me. Here. Now. You want to do it and you’re not going to spill a drop on these floors of theirs. If this makes anyone uncomfortable, they can step out for a few moments.” Eivind didn’t really care but the three of them pretended they weren’t seeing anything. This back room had seen some crazy shit in its time. Provided no one became too overzealous with them and didn’t make anyone uncomfortable they were happy to let it carry on. So far the three had been nothing but respectful, the couple mostly into one another. They felt like they were part of a dirty secret and it had been an easy, enjoyable night for all of them.<br/><br/>Eivind had Blue by his hair at the back of his scalp, holding just tight enough to feel yielding and give. He used this grip to ease Blue down onto the floor between his knees, and when he went easily Eivind petted and ran his fingers through his hair appreciatively. His hand rested on the back of his lover’s neck, thumb coming around to caress the soft part of his throat. He needed some relief or they were going to cut the night short with Eivind sweeping him out and fucking him in the parking lot. Or there, in that room, if it went on much longer.<br/><br/>Diesel brazenly turned attention to Eivind, coming up behind him and testing what he’d do with a hand on his shoulder. As expected Eivind went rigid, but Diesel didn’t remove his hand. Just waited to see what he might do. He gave a little squeeze after a moment, then applied a second hand, rubbing thumbs into the tense man’s shoulder. Eivind gave no protests outright, and Diesel reached around to undo several buttons on Eivind’s shirt. He then proceeded to work a hand down over his chest, following the lines of muscle, pressing with just enough pressure to work the man to relaxation. Subtle, as he watched his lover between his thighs.