[ come one come all ]

[foolsaround]

Who: Everyone and everyone!
What: A party to break everyone into mallowhallow and get them mingling
Where: Orlea
When: March 4th

[ you might have gotten a nice little text message in your communication device, telling you to come party in Orlea. There's all types of alcohol and non-alcoholic drinks, and a mixture of foods to snack on. the music is also pulsing and loud enough to get you wanting to dance.

the party will go on all night till the morning, so bring a date or just bring yourself ]

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[blueeyedflyboy]

<sub>[Balfour let out a soft moan as Reid's hands slid against his skin and the blonde went back to kissing him. He scooted down a bit in the chair, his hands coming up to Reid's back, pulling him closer, winding around to hold him tightly.

Why was he so scared? That had been silly.]</sub>

[garwin]

[Reid was glad to press closer, shifting his hips just slightly against Balfour's. The physical closeness was nice, and of course he wouldn't push Balfour into doing anything he didn't want to. There was no pressure here, just a good time.

He tilted his head a little, gently flicking the tip of his tongue against Balfour's upper lip.]

[blueeyedflyboy]

[Balfour lets out a strangled little noise when Reid moves closer, his lips parting. He wanted to drag him closer, beg for more. The kisses were amazing.

Yeah, he could handle doing this for a while.]

[garwin]

[He chuckled a little. Behaving was going to be a little hard if Balfour kept reacting like that. Curling the tip of his tongue into Balfour's mouth, Reid tangled his fingers in his hair, his other hand dipping down just under the collar of his shirt.]

[blueeyedflyboy]

<sub>[Balfour moans softly, his own gloved hands sliding up under Reid's hoodie, soft leather moving along his back.

He can't help but arch up into the touches, body twisting a little bit.]</sub>

[garwin]

[Reid arched his back a little, reluctantly breaking away from the kiss for air. While he tried to catch his breath, he pressed a few quick, soft kisses against Balfour's neck.]

[blueeyedflyboy]

<sub>[Balfour gasped and whimpered as Reid's lips moved to his neck, his head falling back to give him more room.

Kiss away, Reid, but if you know what's good for you, don't bite.]</sub>

[garwin]

[But why not? He wanted to, just a little. He liked the sounds he could make Balfour make. Working his way up to his ear with those kisses, Reid grazed his teeth against his skin, lightly.]

[blueeyedflyboy]

_{[Okay, fine, here, have a strangled grunt as Balfour arches up under him. He manages to not scratch Reid by some miracle. Barely.]}

Reid...don't.

_{[His voice is soft and pleading and still strangled.]}

[garwin]

[Oh. Well. He stopped though and pulled back to look at Balfour. Reid was some level of drunk, and he was horny, but he cared. He honestly did.]

Did I do something wrong?

[blueeyedflyboy]

No...

_{[Balfour leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Reid's shoulders to pull him back down into a kiss.]}

Just don't do that.

_{[Because it was too good.]}

[garwin]

Alright...

[He was a little confused, but if that was what Balfour wanted, then he wouldn't do that. Reid kissed him back, running his thumb along the nape of his neck.]

[blueeyedflyboy]

Mm..

<sub>[Balfour returned the kiss, but it was much slower, more drawn out, his arms tight around his shoulders, fingers buried in Reid's hair.

He only broke the kiss when they needed air.]</sub>

Felt good. Too good. Not right now.

_{[And back to kissing.]}

[garwin]

[Kissing again was nice, even if it was slower than Reid's usual pace of things-or maybe it was nice because of that. Then again, he was starting to really enjoy kissing Balfour in general.]

Oh.

[Well, he would just have to keep that in mind for later then, wouldn't he? Even if later wasn't going to be for a long while. He smirked a little, nipping gently at Balfour's lower lip.]

[blueeyedflyboy]

_{[Balfour returns the kiss happily, hands running along Reid's back, thighs, and ass. He keeps the kiss slow and burning rather than urgent and demanding. It's a lot less likely that he'll get carried away that way.]}

[garwin]

[He could do nice and slow, with no rush. At least, for kissing. While his mouth was occupied though, his hands roamed down Balfour's sides, fingers creeping up under his shirt to touch skin.]