For a long while, Blue was reluctant to stray from Eivind's side, keeping the tense wolf calm with his gentle strokes and sweet words. He could feel when his lover began to ease up, and Sig was vigilant in ensuring Eivind was never without a glass of something dark in his hand. Blue was pleased by this, his own body loosening as the muscular men danced and flirted, the blonde one settling sweetly in Eivind's lap while Diesel and Valentino gyrated their hips and let the boys touch where appropriate. Diesel even encouraged Blue to lick a stream of champagne from the ditches in his chiseled abdominal muscles. After throwing a glance at his mate, Blue acquiesced, dragging his tongue up along Diesel's body to catch the flow of alcohol. The dancer was sure to not touch, Blue noted, but he didn't mind. He wasn't overly into being fondled by men he didn't know, even if they were just doing their job, and Eivind's presence seemed to keep everyone professional.<br/><br/>The low, pulsing music and the sensual lighting began to seep into Blue, encouraging him to let loose as the dancers fed into the palpable tension. Valentino, the one who oddly looked like some bizarro version of himself, even came close, straddling Blue's lap and undulating his long torso tantalizingly just for the young bachelor's enjoyment. It was somewhat strange, watching this beauty who looked so similar to him dance, but there was a perverse pleasure in it as well. Blue couldn't help but notice despite the similarities, Eivind couldn't be bothered to enjoy Valentino's performance. If it wasn't for their antics in the bedroom, Blue would wonder if Eivind had a sex drive at all with how little interest he displayed.<br/><br/>"You're such a strange one," Blue teased, nipping lightly at Eivind's throat as Valentino slid away to flirt with Sig. "Don't you think they're pretty?" he asked, rubbing his hand along the crotch of Eivind's jeans. He smirked, hopping up to take Ranger's place in Eivind's lap now that the blonde had gone off to retrieve more alcohol. Blue wiggled, settling himself against his mate. One skinny arm wrapped itself around Eivind's shoulders while the other reached for Eivind's hand, snatching it and pulling it close so the wolf could feel the firmness beneath Blue's skinny jeans.<br/><br/>"That's what you like, isn't it?" Blue purred, spurred on by the thick, hazy eroticism in the air. A few glasses of champagne and the attractive bulge in the dancers' g-strings was more than enough to get him going. "Shit, I know what'll make you happy," Blue laughed, jolting up from his fiance's lap and rushing to Valentino's side. The young man whispered something into the dancer's ear, eliciting a big grin and nod of the head from the milky-skinned performer. Blue took Valentino's hand and pulled him back to Eivind, waving at Sig to get his attention. "You watch, too!" Blue instructed. It was his party after all, wasn't it? Sig would just as amused as Eivind. Hopefully.<br/><br/>"Okay, how do I start?" Blue mumbled, leaning in close. Valentino whispered back into Blue's ear. He nodded, using his fingers to push Eivind back into a reclined position as he straddled his lap, just like the strippers would.<br/><br/>"I'm new at this, so be nice," Blue said sweetly, slowly rolling his hips atop his mate and finding the rhythm of the music, mimicking the suggestive motions of the dancers, appealing to his lover in a way strangers couldn't. In the privacy of their VIP room, Blue was encouraged by the dancers to do as he wanted, playfully gyrating against Eivind while slowly removing his shirt. He took Eivind's fingers, encouraging him to feel his flat stomach, the sharp lines of his rib cage, the tiny patch of black hair in the center of his chest.<br/><br/>"How's my wolf now?" he hummed. "You having fun yet?"