wonder whose arms will hold you tight

[notahobby]

Who: EVERYONE'S INVITED
What: Maxxie's Super Amazing and Truly Spectacular New Year's Eve Party
When: Dec 31st - Jan 1st
Where: One of Vista City's most decadent night clubs, æther
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, drugs, sex, all that good rock 'n roll stuff. If there's going to be anything else just throw it in the header or let me know and I'll add it!

The night club Maxxie rents out is in the heart of the downtown, sticking out like a sore thumb with its front entrance looking more like a museum than a club. There's a red carpet leading up the steps, with bodyguards littered about to keep the paparazzi and troublemakers at arm's length. No one with a recognizable face will be turned away from entering the club, and even through the giant, heavy doors there's a distinct baseline and a hint of flashing lights from the dance floor.

Said dance floor is the first step once you're inside. After an extravagant coat check and quick access to the downstairs bar, there's a wide open dance floor with the DJ on stage at the opposite end. There are bodyguards lining the walls, of course - after Naomi's stunt at the solstice party there's no losing them - but there's only one rule at this party: absolutely no one is to touch the mic except for the DJ and Maxxie. The music all night is a blend of genres, but every song is appropriate to dance to. Obviously there are some Flashstep songs thrown in for good measure, but rest assured that every band will probably hear their music in some form or another, whether it's the song itself or a remix to make it a bit more suitable for the mood of the party.

On the two upper levels there are balconies overlooking the dance floor, and it's a bit quieter up here due to some innovative architecture. One may actually be able to have a conversation in the comfortable lounge, and there's another bar here with a few more options for mixed drinks. It's a place to rest up, have a few drinks, and enjoy the music at a more reasonable volume before you head back out to the party. There's even waitstaff floating around making sure everyone has anything they want, and as always the bodyguards are hanging out at the edges of the space to make sure no one starts any trouble.

Finally, there's an entrance to an outdoor balcony on the top level, high enough up to get a nice view of downtown and still be sheltered from the nosy paparazzi down on the street. The temperature has dropped with the arrival of winter, but it's a calm, clear night in Vista city and the alcohol should be enough to keep you warm.

The bars are fully stocked with a few thousand dollars worth of alcohol to keep everyone properly buzzed, and there are a few dealers floating around upstairs ready to sell anything to anyone with a charming smile. The host himself will be bouncing around, enjoying himself as if it was all catered specifically to his idea of the perfect party (it was) and saying hi to anyone and everyone.

[OOC: This is party style! Throw up a toplevel and get tagging! You can get up to any shenanigans you want, but please keep in mind the bodyguards are plentiful and on high alert since the solstice party. Maxxie has, of course, tried and failed to get them to join in on the fun, but they don't seem too overbearing unless trouble starts brewing. The Countdown is here, but please continue making toplevels and threading pre- and post-countdown shenanigans!]

Comments

[variaboss]

Oh, he wouldn't mind that at all. He wouldn't mind littering her body with hickies in a loud statement that Xanxus Was Here. But right now, he's utterly focused on this. On keeping Luci on her toes. Keeping her guessing.

He watches her undo her pants and smiles at her. "Of course not. Those are nice pants. I like them. I like them even better around your ankles." Not that they'll get there. He can skim them down just enough not commenting on her being commando. It's not like he doesn't do that often too.

"You might want to hold onto something." He teases and then he's just going to get her to a point on the wall where he can just bury his face right there. No warning other than that before his mouth is on her. In best ways to ring in the New Year, his face in Luci's crotch is number one.

[stylistic_disloyalty]

Under usual circumstances, it takes a while for Luci to reach a certain point of pleasure. A lot of foreplay, mainly, and connection with her partner. But in this case, Luci contends that she and Xanxus have been engaging in foreplay for about five months. The buildup has been fairly long and intense. Luci wails when she feels his tongue on her, one hand burying itself in his hair, the other grabbing a shelf.

"FUCK, nngh, God yes, wreck me, I know you can!!" she screams, using what little leverage she has to push back onto his mouth.

[variaboss]

They have been dancing around this for a while. He's never denied that there was some strange attraction between them. They were more than just people in the same band. They were closer than that. He doesn't know what to call it and he refuses to label it anything at all. They are what they are and that's just the way he likes it.

Just like he likes the way her hand grabs at him and her voice bounces off the room they've taken over. He can't answer her with words, so he does so in action. His tongue teasing between hard and barely there touches. His teeth playing with her clit, letting her grind against his mouth as she wants.

[stylistic_disloyalty]

Luci wants, she definitely wants. She works her hips desperately against Xanxus' mouth, screaming and growling whenever his teeth or tongue brush her in just the right way. She could do this all night, truth be told, but there wouldn't be much fun for Xanxus in that would there? Plus she doesn't want to suffocate him if she can help it.

"My turn?" she asks, rolling her hips into him again. "Or are you intent on being the first one to make me come against a wall?"

[variaboss]

He pulls his mouth away just enough to speak. So that his lips brush her with every word. It's on purpose. He knows what he's doing to her and he isn't at all sorry for it. "Not yet. I like that idea. I will get mine soon enough but I want you to get yours first." That and he does enjoy the thought of giving Luci such a new experience.

"So you best get ready because I'm not going to let up on you until you've come at least two or three times."

[stylistic_disloyalty]

Luci's eyes roll back in her head and she thumps her head back against the wall with a groan. "You're a god. You might actually wreck me, fuck."

She's looking forward to it. Intensely.

[variaboss]

"No." He purrs darkly against her flesh. "I'm a Devil." Then he goes back to what he was doing. He is totally planning on wrecking her in every way he can. He doesn't even think it'll get weird or anything after. They'll just make their bond that much stronger.

[stylistic_disloyalty]

With this kind of strength and tongue dexterity, she'd believe it. Luci's groans slide into panting and swearing in short order, the insistence with which she grinds herself against his tongue and mouth increasing the louder she gets. Eventually she's just burying a hand in his hair and riding him for all he's worth.

"I think I feel one of three coming on-- fuck, god, so fast."

[variaboss]

He'll let her ride his face, holding her up against that wall. He doesn't stop. In fact, her sounds just push him harder. He wants to give more. Wants to give Luci as much as she wants or needs. He refuses to let her leave this room with any complaints at all. His ego won't allow for that.

He wants to tell her to let it go then. He can't talk. He's too busy trying to make her find her first of many. He's utterly eager for it. for the taste of her on his tongue. And once he's done, there's a couch that's calling their name for the second round.