Eivind was paying for a night of memories and they were going to get just that, lasting with new experiences. It was strange that Eivind would allow strangers anywhere near Blue when they were sharing intimate moments but this was a night for a few exceptions. For Eivind to relax a little, as Sig so put it. It was easier with his lover’s lips wrapped around the head of his cock and Eivind didn’t think he needed to answer Blue’s question. Diesel continued to press fingers into relaxed muscles, Eivind watching Blue closely as he performed for him.<br/><br/>Eivind didn’t draw it out. That didn’t seem polite given that this probably wasn’t officially legal in their stripper rulebook. He wanted relief and Blue seemed to understand. Excess wasn’t necessary and his lover played him knowingly. He was partly buried in his pants, Blue’s long fingers wrapped around him, firm around his knot when it formed. As per Eivind’s directions, Blue hadn’t spilled a drop and then Eivind was picking him off the floor, tucking him in close against him to devour his mouth. Tasting himself on his lips.<br/><br/>“Doesn’t seem fair to let you suffer the night away as you are,” Eivind said, dragging his teeth against his lover’s neck, just hard enough to redden skin. He tucked himself back into his jeans, momentarily leaving them undone because he couldn’t take his hands off Blue long enough to fully put himself back together. He was touching Blue through the flimsy see-through briefs, filled out and straining against the delicate fabric. Diesel knew just when to remove his hands, respectfully not touching Blue at all.<br/><br/>“Do<i>you</i>think they’re pretty? Do you want to watch them?” Eivind asked, turning Blue around in his lap so that his mate’s back was pressed against his chest. It took those words and a single look for Valentino to pick up seamlessly. He took Sig’s hand and led him across from Blue. The little wolf went easily, relaxing and opening his legs when Valentino spread them with his knee, straddling one thigh and moving against the slow and sensual rhythm of one of the songs. He encouraged more of the touching, placing a hand on the back of his thigh. With his other, Sig ran his hand up the center of his back, feeling muscles shift beneath lightly perspiring skin.<br/><br/>Ranger came up beside Sig, wrapped an arm around him and leaning in to kiss Valentino, open-mouthed and wet. Sig reached up to touch him as well, fingers lightly digging into his lightly tanned skin, encouraging the interplay with him stuck in between. Eivind was whispering something against Blue’s neck, a hand caressing his throat, tilting him back to recline against him comfortably. Sig could just see the shadow of his hand beneath Blue’s transparent briefs.