Nicholas hovered close to the heat lamp for a few seconds more, letting it do its work before turning to Virgil on the sofa.   Fun just seemed like such an inadequate description.

"I've seen shows almost as risqué. They didn't leave me drained though. And they weren't as exhilarating."  Replaying what they'd done in his mind, he had to adjust himself in his pants. "It was exhilarating."

He moved toward the other men, joining them on the sofa, not bothering much with personal space.  It was warmer as a group.  Cozy. He rolled his eyes.  That wasn't what he was feeling or wanted to be at the moment.  "If it's between being cozy or freezing my tits off, I guess I can live with cozy."

Exhilarating was right. He had wanted it so much - the exhilaration was still coursing through him, a jolt of electricity from mouth to crotch every time he tried to picture how he looked kneeling on the crowded dance floor or how Nick's hand felt in his hair.

"Cosy can be sexy," V said in mock defense and he slipped an arm around Nick when he joined them.
       "Clearly," Malachi drawled, squeezing his thigh.

A needy whine caught itself in Virgil's throat and he tipped his head back to rest properly against the couch. The part of him that wanted release was at odds with the impulse to remain here, lazily. To enjoy the wanting.

"It's good to be alive, isn't it?" he muttered dreamily, staring up at the sky - the stars were blocked out by city lights. "Even when it isn't."

Nicholas leaned into Virgil, for heat as much as anything else.  "Cozy can be sexy huh?  When have either of you ever actually thought it was sexy?" He rested his hand on Virgil's thigh and started absentmindedly stroking his friend's thigh.

"It's good to be alive, isn't it? Even when it isn't."

He lifted his head to look over at Malachi and shrugged.  "I guess..."

Virgil was clearly feeling a lot, and Nicholas was feeling different things.  Mostly a desire to reciprocate.  He prided himself on reciprocating.  But Virgil was like a cat, he could be enjoying something one moment and decide to kill it the next.  Nicholas just wanted to sate his own curiosity and horniness before Virgil went back to being friend and flat mate only.

"At the moment, I'm feeling very good."  His hand drifted further up Virgil's thigh, just barely grazing more than his friend's leg.

Sexy cosy... lots of things were sexy cosy. Robin was sexy, probably. Ceph too. He felt sexy cosy sometimes, sprawled out on a plush rug before a fireplace.

But none of those things left his mouth - they didn't complete the journey, interrupted instead by a more scrambled thought as he felt Nick exploring his other thigh. It was getting harder to ignore his own hardness and Virgil didn't really want to ignore it anyway. This was why he had come out tonight, wasn't it? To have a fucking good time.

"Mm," his eyes fluttered shut and he swallowed, head tipped back further. "That feels good."

Malachi's lips pressed against his cheek, chaste, then far less chastely down the side of his neck. "That too..." V sighed, prompting Mal to laugh into his skin.

The night didn't feel so cold, between the two wizards. Virgil opened his eyes and lolled his head to the side to look at Nicholas, who was close enough to kiss. Except he wanted more than kisses. He wanted to be played with and plied.

"More," Virgil didn't hide the neediness of his demand, hand sliding over Nick's to stress his desire. "Please."