"What do you think about having Riley and Will over for dinner?" Wolfgang asked, visiting next to Kala. She was in the kitchen getting a snack since she usually got hungry after having sex.
"I thought they were in London," said Kala, munching on a piece of carrot as she waited for the microwave to be done with their food..
"Details," replied Wolfgang, waving his hand away.
When the microwave beeped, Kala quickly transferred the food to a plate. She turned around, carefully balancing her plate of samosas on one hand while holding a bottle of wine and three glasses in the other. As she made her way back to the bedroom, Wolfgang walked next to her.
"You know it's rude to make plans in front of people who won't be there, don't you?"
Wolfgang frowned. "Are you saying this because of Rajan? He's invited."
After a moment, Kala narrowed her eyes at him as she came into the room. "What are you planning?" She asked out loud, looking in his direction.
“Nothing,” he replied, too quickly to fool anyone.
Rajan turned to him with the same narrowed eyes. "I'm missing something. What am I missing?"
Kala tilted her head in Rajan’s direction, in an unmistakable go on gesture. Wolfgang sighed before saying, “Riley and Will are on their way to Mumbai. Something about a show, I’m not sure.”
“Riley is playing in Mumbai?” Rajan asked, mild surprise lacing his tone.
For a moment, Kala stayed still, her eyes unfocused as she tried to connect with Riley or Will. Wolfgang followed her thoughts until he was also visiting them, walking next to Kala as she followed them out of the plane. “Are you actually coming here for a show? Is something else going on?”
“Kala, come on,” Wolfgang urged. “Nothing’s wrong.”
Riley smiled at them. “Why would something be wrong?”
“Well, historically, we’ve only met in person during a crisis,” Kala said.
“That was just once,” defended Riley. “And things turned out just fine that time.”
“Except for the part where I got shot!”
“Will?” asked Riley.
Will only shook his head, bowing out of the conversation. Wolfgang left them be, coming back to the room he shared with Kala and Rajan in Mumbai. He stood up and took the bottle of wine and the glasses from Kala’s hand, then he opened the bottle with the same technique he learned from Felix all those years ago using a shoe and brute force against the wall.
The sound of the bottle opening startled Kala, who almost dropped the food she was holding as she came back to herself.
“And?” asked Rajan.
Wolfgang poured wine into a glass and offered it to Kala, who took it and drank half of it in one big gulp.
“You knew about this trip before, didn’t you?” Kala asked him.
He shrugged as he poured a glass for Rajan. “Riley offered a rave. How could I say no to that?”
“Wait, who’s going to a rave?” asked Rajan, still confused.
Wolfgang passed his partner the wine, then said. “Us, if I have any say in it.”
Kala shook her head as if she couldn’t believe this was her life.
“I’ve never gone to a rave,” Rajan admitted.
“Kala, I’m afraid you were right: this is a crisis after all,” he joked, trying to keep a straight face.
She rolled her eyes and sipped on her wine, ignoring his smug smile. Oh, this would be fun.
By the time Riley and Will arrived at their place, Kala had warmed up to the idea and was choosing an outfit for the evening with her sister’s help over a video call. In her own words, she wanted her first rave to be memorable. As for Rajan, the man was determined to be a good host and got started on dinner not long after getting confirmation that yes, Riley and Will were actually coming over, not just visiting in a plane inaccessible to him.
“Did you tell him we might not even eat that much? I need a nap before playing anything,” Riley asked, visiting next to him in the kitchen while leaving her luggage in the guest room.
“Yeah, jetlag is a bitch,” added Will in the same manner.
“I did. Not that it matters when he’s on host mode,” said Wolfgang, his tone sickeningly lovesick.
Rajan glanced up from the stew on the stove. “Host mode?” he asked with a smile.
He cursed at himself for speaking out loud instead of visiting, but it wasn’t as if it hadn’t happened before. Wolfgang was so comfortable in Rajan’s presence by now that it was difficult to put up the kind of mental wall that would act as a filter for his sensate thoughts and his mouth.
“Riley is asking me to remind you they might not even eat that much now.”
“They want to rest, I know.” Rajan’s attention went back to the stew. He tried it before turning off the stove. “But what about when we’re back? I read that it’s not uncommon to be exhausted after. And you get grumpy when you’re hungry and exhausted.”
Wolfgang’s heart warmed at that, still amazed that he was loved by him, not only tolerated as Kala’s unavoidable plus one.
“You read about raves?” he asked, a smile playing on his lips.
“I’ve never been to one. I wanted to be prepared,” Rajan said, crossing his arms.
Wolfgang went to him and kissed his bearded cheek. “I think it’s adorable. Now go get changed.”
“What about you?” he asked.
“Oh I’m definitely going to help with the undressing portion of that task.”
Rajan’s eyes scanned him from head to toe quickly, his gaze heating up. “Maybe you could use some help as well.”
Later, when Riley knocked on their door to ask if dinner was still on and they had to get dressed quickly, explaining why they needed to reheat the food, Wolfgang thought it was a good omen for the rest of the night.
So here's what Wolfgang remembered about dinner: Will sat to Kala's right, his shoulder brushing hers as he talked excitedly about London. He was still getting used to life on the other side of the Atlantic and everything seemed interesting to him. To be honest, it felt a lot like Wolfgang's first month living in Mumbai —except that Wolfgang was better at concealing his earnestness— and it was endearing to say the least. Kala seemed to be of the same opinion, if the way she listened attentively, her eyes sparkling with interest at each and every one of his words, was any indication.
On the other hand, Riley was content answering all of Rajan’s questions about her upcoming show and about raves in general. His fascination with the topic made Riley blush more than once, her heart beating rapidly at having Rajan’s attention on her. Wolfgang wondered how much of that was Kala-and-Wolfgang pumping their attraction into their connection and how much was Riley feeling bashful about being on the other end of Rajan’s enthusiasm.
Will’s smooth voice mixed with Rajan’s musical tone were giving him all kinds of ideas that were definitely not PG-13. The idea of Riley and Rajan was also taking a firm hold in his mind when Kala startled him as her foot slid up his calf and he dropped his fork in his plate with a clatter.
Everyone at the table turned to him with a question in their eyes, except Kala, who tried to hide her smirk by taking a sip of her wine.
“Is everything okay?” asked Rajan, none the wiser.
He cleared his throat before answering, trying to ignore Kala’s foot going up and down his leg. “Yeah, yeah. Sorry, I was distracted.”
Riley looked at him with suspicion, as if she could read his thoughts on his face. Wolfgang supposed that, in a way, she didn’t have to read his thoughts if she could share his body and feel everything Wolfgang felt.
“What time do we leave?” he asked, feigning nonchalance.
“When you guys are ready,” said Riley. “I think this is enough food for someone who’s going to be on a stage before the night ends.”
Kala drank the rest of her wine in one gulp and stood up as she said, “well, guys, what are you waiting for? I thought you wanted to dance.”
Will and Rajan turned their eyes to Kala, both hypnotized by her sudden burst of confidence. Riley smiled at her as well, a soft blush creeping up her cheeks.
For his part, Wolfgang vowed to ensure Kala and Rajan’s first rave experience was as good as he could make it. And if dinner was any indication, Wolfgang had everything on his side for a spectacular evening.
Unsurprisingly, the venue Riley would play at was packed. She had a short set planned because she wanted to party with the rest of them, but the moment they arrived at the club, old friends and acquaintances from the music scene wanted to hang out with her. To be honest, Riley looked a bit overwhelmed with the amount of attention she was getting and the moment Wolfgang saw an opening, he came closer and offered her a cigarette.
Riley immediately took the out and followed him to the nearest exit.
“That was getting—”
“Too much. Yeah, I noticed,” he finished. Riley nodded, lighting up the cigarette Wolfgang gave her.
“It’s been some time. I’m not used to it anymore.”
She didn’t have to explain what it was. Wolfgang understood perfectly that some things were better left unsaid. He had a vague recollection of the last set Riley played before being reborn a sensate since Riley’s own memories about the event were hazy at best. All he knew was there were drugs, money and a lot of blood. He thought being wary of strangers was the sensible option here.
“Do you wanna get fucked up?” she asked all of a sudden.
Wolfgang didn’t have to think twice. “What have you got to offer?”
Riley reached inside her jacket and got a small bag with pills, shaking it in his face. Wolfgang shrugged and accepted it, swallowing two pills dry.
“You didn’t even ask what they were,” Riley said, suppressing a smile as he swallowed a couple of pills of her own.
“If there’s anyone I’d trust when they say ‘do you wanna get fucked up’ is you.”
Riley pushed him, but there was no force behind it. Wolfgang found himself smiling at her, playing up his flirtatious side by reaching to put a strand of her hair behind her ear. She looked down, blushing.
A moment passed where all Wolfgang could think was this can’t end here and he considered kissing her, but he wasn’t sure what Rajan would make of it all. He knew the man was okay with their sensate orgies, but would he be down to inviting Riley and Will to more than dinner and a night out?
Maybe Wolfgang was getting ahead of himself, he didn’t even know if Riley or Will would be down.
“I’d be down if you were,” said Riley, interrupting his thoughts.
“Huh?”
Very eloquent, Wolfgang.
“Making out. Sex. Anything to be honest.”
For fuck’s sake. The women in his life really wanted to give him a heart attack today. Kala’s advances at dinner, Riley’s anything to be honest. If Sun or Nomi decided to show up at any point tonight, he’d lose it.
The air crackled around them, charged with something stronger than electricity —if there was such a thing. Riley reached to touch Wolfgang’s arm, her finger drawing patterns on his skin that raised the hairs at the back of his neck.
Rajan peeked his head out, clearly looking for them. “Hey, are you guys okay?”
Riley smiled at him, taking a drag of her cigarette. “I’m about to feel much better.”
Rajan looked puzzled for a moment, but instead of asking about it, he said, “Will said your set is supposed to start in 15.”
“Great. I’ll launch on stage and be at my peak when I come down.”
Riley was making her way back inside, but Wolfgang stopped her with a hand on her arm. “Later?”
“Later,” she promised.
Wolfgang jumped up and down when the beat dropped, his heart racing to the tempo set by Riley on the stage. He could feel the music flowing inside his veins, waves of euphoria coursing through him as the Molly kicked in. As usual, it took him a moment to adjust to the feelings flooding his system, especially now that Riley was broadcasting her own strong feelings all the way down their sensate bond.
Kala stopped dancing, blinking rapidly as she also felt the effects of the drugs Wolfgng and Riley took. “What is that?” she asked while visiting next to him, raising her voice to be heard above the music even when she was basically talking right in his ear.
“Molly,” replied Will, still dancing, as if nothing had happened.
His girlfriend turned to him immediately, eyes wide. “You took ecstasy? Wolfgang, you don’t even know what’s in that stuff.”
“It’s okay, it was Riley’s,” added Will, swaying to the music.
“That doesn’t make it pure or good quality or—”
“What’s wrong, my love?” asked Rajan, suddenly aware that Kala was no longer dancing.
“Wolfgang—”
“I’m high as fuck and so is Riley and Kala is experiencing that secondhand pleasure but she’s been Kala about it.”
Rajan frowned, clearly torn about what to do. “Do you want to leave?” he asked her.
“Of course not,” she said, throwing her hair back in a dignified gesture. “A warning could’ve been nice though.”
“Sorry, babe,” Wolfgang found himself saying, reaching a hand towards Kala. “Will you please forgive me and dance with me?”
Kala swayed from side to side before grabbing Wolfgang’s hand and saying, “this better be good.”
All Wolfgang could do was smile and pick up where he left off: dancing, dancing, dancing, losing himself to the rhythm that seemed to permeate the fabric of reality itself.
He didn’t notice when Riley’s set ended, but he noticed when she made her way through the crowd to meet them, watching from her point of view how elated they looked, her heart warming at the idea of spending the rest of her night with them. Wolfgang visited next to her, grabbed her hand and pulled Riley closer, whispering in her ear, “is it later yet?”
Riley’s smile only grew bigger. “I was waiting for you to tell me your plan.”
“No plan. We make it up as we go,” he said.
“There's probably an empty dressing room somewhere backstage,” Riley suggested.
Wolfgang opened his arms wide to receive Riley as she arrived at their spot, hugging her before mumbling against her hair, “dressing room it is.”
Wolfgang dragged Rajan inside the first empty room he found, a messy dressing room where the lights blinked every few seconds. It barely registered as he pushed Rajan against the wall and captured his mouth in a deep kiss. Rajan’s hands immediately went to his hips, pulling Wolfgang closer by the waist of his jeans. When Wolfgang’s hands found the buttons of his shirt, undoing them with enough speed to rip them altogether, Rajan broke their kiss with a gasp.
“Wolfgang,” he breathed.
“Hmmm?” Wolfgang’s lips found his jaw, peppering kisses all the way down his neck, mouthing at the place where he could feel his pulse racing.
“Someone could come in at any moment.”
Wolfgang smiled, briefly interrupting his kisses. “I really hope the guys get that I want them to come in here.”
“The guys? Your cluster?”
“Riley, Will and Kala specifically, but I’m not opposed to the rest of them joining us from afar.”
Rajan took advantage of Wolfgang’s distraction to turn them around until it was Wolfgang’s back against the cold concrete. A soft moan left his lips, bringing a smile to Rajan’s face. “So this was your plan all along? An orgy at a rave?”
Wolfgang smirked, knowing Rajan would not be able to resist. “A plan implies forethought. I’m making this up as I go.”
His partner swallowed, taking a moment to give him a lustful onceover. “Do Riley and Will—?”
“Want this?” Wolfgang finished, his hands sliding under Rajan’s shirt to make his point. “They’ve been flirting with Kala for a reason. Pretty much the same one that has them making their way over here. But it’s in your hands, Rajan. Whatever you say, goes.”
Rajan took a moment to gather his thoughts, closing his eyes and, unconsciously, biting his lower lip. Wolfgang wanted him badly: all he could think about was sinking to his knees and giving him the blowjob of his life.
“If they’re okay with it—”
The door opened abruptly and Riley came in with Will and Kala right behind her. “We are. We so are, Rajan,” she said.
Rajan turned around to look at Riley, then at Wolfgang, then back at Riley. “Sensates!” he said, combing his hair back with his fingers in a nervous gesture. “You’ll be the death of me one day.”
“Never,” reassured Wolfgang, reaching to cup his face with both hands. “At least, not yet.”
Then he kissed the man with a ferocity usually reserved for their bedroom, all tongue and teeth that claimed him as his.
First, he felt Riley’s hand on his bicep, playfully drawing patterns on his skin as she visited next to him. He faintly heard a chair being dragged somewhere, but didn’t pay any mind to it when Kala’s visiting form helped Rajan take off his t-shirt.
The night of Nomi’s wedding, the first time Wolfgang slept with Rajan and Kala, there had been a hazy but intense feeling of something more that he hadn’t been able to replicate until now. Riley’s hands on his skin, Rajan’s mouth on him, Kala’s playful touches physical and sensate, Will’s raspy voice as he whispered in his ear. It was the same feeling he got when he experienced Kala’s orgasms from her point of view.
Someone’s hands unbuttoned his jeans, while another set of hands pushed them down, underwear and all. Wolfgang kept kissing Rajan, rough and dirty and slightly hazy from the drugs he took earlier, very much aroused by the notion of all the ways this could develop. He paused his kisses, gasping for air, while Rajan kissed his neck, making him dizzy, but it was nothing when he noticed Kala sandwiched between Riley and Will. Kala kissed Riley while Will kissed the back of her neck, his hands coming up front to cup her breasts, his thumbs running circles around Kala’s nipples that Wolfgang could feel on his own.
Rajan, sensing he was distracted, used his hand to grip Wolfgnag’s dick, stroking it with his warm, soft hand. Briefly, Wolfgang wondered if he’d be jealous of Riley or Will, but then he remembered that Rajan was very much aware of this happening between them in a plane he could not access. The only difference was that now he had a front row seat to their usual sense-orgies.
Wolfgang didn’t know who moved first or when, but the next thing he knew, Kala and Riley were removing Rajan’s shirt, unbuttoning his pants and kissing the sides of his neck until the man moaned. Rajan turned his head to the side and kissed Kala, his hand still stroking Wolfgang’s cock in a show of dexterity that made Wolfgang wish the man would lose control once and for all.
Rajan pulled away from Kala’s mouth and turned to kiss Riley, hesitant. Luckily for Wolfgang, Riley didn’t have the same hang-ups and kissed Rajan passionately, without a shred of doubt, opening her mouth to him, using her teeth to scrape at his bottom lip, obtaining a moan from him for her efforts.
Kala turned to Wolfgang and captured his lips in a kiss, briefly interrupted when Will pulled her t-shirt over her head. Kala gasped when she felt Will’s lips going down her back, sending a shiver down her spine and Wolfgang’s. Rajan let go of Wolfgang’s dick in favor of taking Riley’s clothes off, while Will Kala turned around to kiss Will and remove his t-shirt.
The overhead light continued to blink every few seconds, giving the scene in front of him the quality of a black and white film with one or two frames missing every few seconds. It was dizzying in its own right and Wolfgang would’ve suggested they turn off the light if the image of Will undressing Kala while Rajan undressed Riley wasn’t hot enough to make him rock hard.
Wolfgang stepped out of the clothes pooling at his ankles and took a step towards Riley. Thankful for their sensate connection, Wolfgang split his attention to visit behind her, kissing her shoulder, then the back of her neck, all while running his hands down Rajan’s sides. He felt more than he heard Kala’s surprise when Will took off her pants, then grabbed her by the back of her legs to lift her up, walking her to the back of the room until her back touched the wall. She gasped when one of Will’s hands found its way between her legs, softly parting her lips to caress her clit.
Next to him, Riley gasped as well, probably experiencing exactly what Kala was feeling. Rajan took that gasp as encouragement and ran his hands down Riley’s sides until he found her hips, pulling her closer to him. Wolfgang, for his part, divided his attention between visiting Will, running his hands down his abs, sliding them under the waist of his jeans to palm his leaking cock over his underwear; while his physical self was touching Rajan and Riley, his hands roaming over their naked bodies as if looking for something.
“I want you to fuck me,” whispered Riley, her voice almost lost between them. “Both of you.”
Rajan’s confidence faltered for a second, as if he was unsure if both of you included him or if it meant someone else.
“And yes, I mean you, Rajan,” added Riley, clearly noticing his hesitation.
Rajan swallowed, then turned to Wolfgang with the same look he had that first time they crashed against each other, a soft smile on his lips and a tilt to his head, in an almost universal go on gesture.
Wolfgang took his cue and went ahead, kissing Riley as if there was no tomorrow, his mouth on hers the only thing that mattered. Riley visited next Will, kissing his back while he fingered Kala, holding her still against the wall. For a detached moment, Wolfgang was kissing Riley while he felt Kala’s walls tense around his – Will’s – fingers, yet at the same, he felt Will’s fingers inside of him – inside of Kala – as if he was the one being fingered against a wall.
“We can do that later if you want,” mumbled Will against Kala’s neck, but also visiting next to Wolfgang, his hand roaming down his ass until his finger circled his hole. “We have all night.”
Wolfgang wanted to laugh at that, but Riley brought him back to his body by taking his hand and pulling him to her back as she turned to kiss Rajan once more.
Apparently inspired by Kala’s position, Riley put her hands around Rajan’s neck then jumped up, locking her legs around his waist, grinding her hips down to feel his cock with her ass. Wolfgang swallowed, gripping the base of his cock at the image of his lovers being taken apart by Riley and Will’s wild advances. Riley kissed Rajan, messy and dirty and so incredibly hot that Wolfgang could have passed out.
Rajan seemed to doubt for a second what to do with his arms full of Riley, but it didn’t take long before basal instincts took over and he lined up, entering her wet cunt in a swift movement. Wolfgang took advantage of the view to stroke himself to fullness before lining up behind Riley and pushing his cock inside, drawing a moan out of Riley and Rajan.
Riley took a moment to adjust to having two cocks inside of her, then she pushed her hips down, taking them as far as she could. Distractedly, he heard Kala moan as Will slid inside of her, her pleasure reverberating inside of him with every one of Will’s thrusts. Wolfgang’s mind could not focus on one single thing, not when he could feel Rajan’s dick inside him by way of Riley’s pleasure, Will’s breathing on his neck when it was actually on Kala’s, Kala’s pleasure ramping up as Will found the right angle to fuck her against the wall.
He didn’t notice how or when Lito’s lips touched his skin for the first time, or Capheus' hands helped him hold Riley up as she rode them up and down with abandon. He distantly caught Kala’s gasp when Nomi bit her ear lobe, Will’s labored breath as Sun bit down his neck. Wolfgang was aware of the pleasure building at the base of his spine as Riley got closer and closer to her climax, amplified by Kala’s moans and Rajan’s nonsense mumbling. It was similar to being on a rollercoaster, his pulse beating loudly in his ears as they got to the top.
Riley’s muscles clenched around him and Rajan and Wolfgang took the opportunity to reach around waist until he found her clit, rubbing circles that sent shivers down her spine. Back in San Francisco, Nomi moaned as Amanita hit that spot that made her see stars, all the while in Nairobi, Capheus thrusted into her girlfriend with the sort of wild abandon that was more typical of Will or Wolfgang than the easygoing man. As for Lito, he was almost on the verge of tears from the overstimulation his partners had him in.
In the end, it wasn’t even Riley who tipped them over the edge. Somewhere in Seoul, sweaty from a sparring session that dissolved in a makeout session that ended with them naked on the rooftop of her building, Sun reached an orgasm so intense that it spilled over their bond with enough force that Wolfgang felt lost in space for a moment.
And so, the rollercoaster went down, uncoiling the knot at the base of his stomach as he came inside of Riley, barely keeping himself together to hold Riley as she trembled through her orgasm. Wolfgang was still riding his own orgasm when Lito’s voice rang in his head as he came with a cry. Nomi’s orgasm washed over him not too long after, followed by Capheus’ pleasure traveling down their sensate bond. Wolfgang barely had a moment to let himself enjoy it when Will’s guttural moan broke through the haze of the moment. Not one to be left behind, Kala rode Will to completion until she could no longer take it and let herself get lost in the wave of shared pleasure that surrounded them.
Riley threw her head back and laughed, a joyful sound that seemed to bring them back from whatever spell they were consumed by. Wolfgang pulled out, kissing Riley’s shoulder as he did so. Rajan looked at him over her shoulder with a question in his eyes. Before the man had a moment to hesitate, Riley ground her hips down, meeting Rajan’s thrusts in the middle. He was distantly aware of Will coming behind Rajan to kiss the back of his neck while Kala walked towards Wolfgang with shaky legs, letting one of her hands caress Rajan’s shoulder.
Rajan’s eyes opened wide when he realized he was surrounded by them, hands touching him everywhere, mouths finding new spots to kiss, bite and suck on. Wolfgang loved the way he was enjoying this, completely consumed by lust. It wasn’t long before Rajan was crying out a warning that he was coming, trying to pull out, but Riley only tightened her hold around his waist until Rajan was coming, spilling himself inside of her as well.
Wolfgang helped Riley down from where she was perched on Rajan’s waist, while Kala and Will held Rajan up as he recovered from his intense orgasm. Rajan glanced around them, then he used the back of his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead.
“You weren’t alone, were you?”
“Are we ever?” asked Kala with a glint in her eyes.
Rajan huffed a laugh, his words laced with disbelief as he said “that was—”
“Unbelievable?”
“Incredible?”
“Mind-blowing?”
“Sublime?”
They all asked at the same time, their voices overlapping. Rajan shook his head, a smile playing on his lips. “I was going to say memorable, but yours works better.”
Riley laughed first, breaking the silence with a musical sound that filled the room with unfiltered joy. Wolfgang found himself laughing as well, then everyone was laughing with them, happy and carefree. Greedily, Wolfgang wanted to stay in that moment forever, basking in the warmth of his lovers’ pleasure for as long as possible.
Still smiling, Riley said, “we should go.”
“Yeah, I could use a shower,” agreed Kala.
Rajan picked up his shirt from the floor, then he said under his breath “maybe Riley and Will could come over for dinner more often.”
Will looked at Riley and waited for her nod before saying, “we’d love that.”
Oh, that would definitely be fun.