Halloween party at Fratpad

The bearded man spits a stream of thick, red fake blood onto the blond’s chest, his lips still smeared with it as they lock in a rough kiss. Around them, the others press close, dark-haired, smooth, and muscular, some clutching pumpkins or celery like props, others sprawled on a couch or the floor, their bodies tangled in Halloween makeup. The air hums with wet, sloppy contact, the kind where teeth graze and hands grip too hard.