.

“I thought it did.” Wesley teases back, continuing to stroke Dax’s cock until he feels him start to cum, lips moving to the younger male’s neck as he throws his head back. “You’re welcome, baby boy. Feels so good, cumming for daddy, doesn’t it?” He coos, thrusting into him harder. “Do you want my cum now, hm? Should I fill you and plug you up again?”

Once it was clear that Dax wasn’t going to lay off the alcohol, Atticus had made the executive decision that it was time to go back to the room–for both of their sakes. He knew he’d fucked up the night and he knew he was going to pay for that, but he’d prefer to avoid alcohol poisoning if at all possible, so. It took some effort, but once he’d dragged Dax back to their room, Tic was thankful that all of it was over. Exhaustion weighing him down, he scrubbed a hand down his face. “I’m gonna grab you some Advil and water, Baby. Alright?”

Hips moving faster, Wes thrusts into Daxton harder, continuing to stroke the younger man’s cock in time with his thrusts. “Mm, will you cum for daddy? How does that sound?” He asks, lips close to Dax’s ear. “I’ll let you cum, you’re being so good.” 

“Yes baby, you can.” Wesley replies at Dax’s begging, leaning in to  press a kiss to his lips. Moving faster, he starts to thrust harder, his grip tightening on the brunette’s hip as he moves, his strokes starting to mirror his thrusts. “You feel so good, sweet boy.” 

Maggie’s grin brightened considerably when her old friend replied, fingers wrapping around his arm playfully. “You’re the one who’s rich,” she chastised, shooting him a pointed look, though she still leaned across the counter to order two of the most obnoxious, liquor-filled special cocktail on the menu on her own tab. If he wanted expensive, Dax was going to get expensive.

“Me? I’m peachy as always, Darlin’. I’m–you know. Nothin’ much worth talkin’ about, I’m afraid.” She was much more invested in him, anyway, and she flashed a smile as the bartender set their drinks in front of them. “How are you? Wonder boy over here with your career and your boyfriend. You happy?”

“Mm, just because I’m the rich one doesn’t mean you can’t buy me an expensive drink. I seem to remember buying you quite a few drinks, so it’s just paying off your tab.” Dax said with a teasing grin, nudging her once again. “I’m sure you could find something to talk about, considering it feels like it’s been ages since I’ve seen you. Actually, I don’t think I’ve seen you since your wedding which an actual crime.” he said playfully before smiling at the mention of Atticus. “I’m great, actually. Beyond happy, Atticus is honestly the greatest thing to ever happen to me - sappy right? He’s my fiance now, he popped the question a few months ago. It was great, he’s great y’know?”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” Wesley hums, applying a bit more pressure to his strokes as he continues to more his hips, moving a bit faster. “Does that feel good, hm?” He asks, small smirk playing on his lips. “Do you want more?”

“Mm, is that better?” Wesley coos, his hips moving a bit faster. With one hand on Dax’s hip, he reaches around him with the other, fingers wrapping around the younger man’s cock. Starting to stroke him slowly, he lets out a soft moan of his own, his strokes matching his thrusts. 

Contrary to popular belief, Maggie is perfectly capable of entertaining herself.

She simply prefers not to.

Still, it’s worth the attempt, her husband off doing God knows what and an entire first evening on the island left to her own devices, which is dangerous, more often than not. Her usual vices aren’t as accessible on the island so she’s thankful that the bartender trusts her age enough not to card her (very irresponsible), and she’s on her third gin and tonic when suddenly sitting at the bar becomes unbearably boring. Her foot shakes absentmindedly, full of unspent energy, head spinning comfortably yet not out of control. There’s a person next to her who’ll do just fine for now, she decides. 

“What d’you drink, Sweet Pea? Think we both need a couple of shots. I do, at least. My treat.”

After finishing up at the gym and getting a shower in, Dax wasn’t quite sure how he’d spend the rest of his night. He figured that getting a few drinks would be a good start - he’d figure out the rest at later time. He ran his fingers through his hair before exiting his suite and heading down towards the bar. Once seated, he let out a soft hum as he tried to decide what he wanted because if he were being honest everything sounded good.

He was quickly snapped from his train of thought once he heard a familiar voice speak up right next to him, brining a smile to his lips. “Well, I’m having troubles deciding on what I want, but now that I know you’re paying I’ll be sure to choose the most expensive.” he said playfully, nudging her arm a bit. “How’re you? It feels like I haven’t seen you in forever.”

“here ya’ go.” the smooth southern accent peeked out as he placed a plate of wings in front of the other. “figured you could use some food before ya’ start passin’ out on all of us. get some food in that system. what’s the catch again– twenty minutes before you swimmin’ or ya’ drown? guess you’re just gonna’ have to hit a few balls with me or pass another round for the next half hour.” 

Eyebrow raised at the man’s comment, Dax couldn’t help the laugh that left his lips before he shook his head a bit. “I think that’s all a myth, actually. I can’t verify if that’s true or not, but if it were I probably should already have drowned. However, I could never turn down a few wings, so thank you.” he said, tilting his head a bit as he looked over at him. “But if you want to buy me another round of drinks, I definitely wouldn’t say no either - my pool skills aren’t that great, but I suppose I haven’t really played all too much.”

“That all sounds very good, my sweet boy.” Wesley murmurs, smirking slightly as Dax moans. “Mm, I’m so close to filling you, just a little more.” He replies, a low groan escaping as he eases the remainder of his length into the younger man, letting him adjust before starting to move his hips again, picking up a pace as he starts to thrust. 

Leaning forward, Wesley presses a kiss to Dax’s shoulder, letting him adjust to the feeling of his cock for a few more moments before pressing into him a little more, keeping his hold on the younger male’s hip. “Yeah? You want daddy to full you with his cock, don’t you?” He asks, smirking a bit. 

“Alright. I’ll go slow.” Wesley promises, aligning his cock with Dax’s ass, starting to ease into him slowly. His free hand comes to grip the younger male’s hip, holding him in place a bit, a low groan leaving his lips. “That’s it…you feel so good.” 

“Mm, very true. You’re so smart, baby.” Wesley hums, giving the plug in Dax’s ass another wiggle before he starts to ease it out of him slowly, tugging the brunette’s shorts down once he does. “I think you look perfect for my cock.” He replies, stroking himself a few times once his own cock is out, using his precum as lube. “You ready, sweetheart?”

Tic felt tired and defeated, certainly; he could tell there was no reasoning with Dax, at least not a Dax this drunk, and he was doomed ever since he dared to open his mouth back in the room. He reached out to brush his fingers along his cheek, brow furrowed. “No, Sweetheart. You didn’t– you didn’t do anything wrong, okay? You’ve got nothing to apologize for.” Though he was tempted to pull him into a hug, Dax indicating that he felt crowded gave him pause. Instead, he nodded. “Yeah. C’mon, let’s get you some water, okay?” He grabbed his fiance’s hand, leading him to a somewhat calmer area near the bar. “D’you need some fresh air? I don’t– I’m sorry.”

While Atticus felt like they should definitely head back to the room–they were both drunk and this conversation wasn’t going the way he wanted it to–he knew that Dax wanted to play. He wanted to keep his boundaries, avoid sexual contact after they’d both been with other people, but. That seemed like it was going to lead to a fight, and either way, he was pretty sure he’d lost. Tic closed his eyes for a moment, then turned his head to capture Daxton’s lips in a kiss, running his fingers through his hair. “Why don’t you let Daddy play with your cock and then you can suck his? Hm? How does that sound?” 

“Good boy.” Wesley hums, giving Dax’s ass a light spank as he stick it out for him, a soft laugh leaving his lips. “Are you ready for daddy, or do you need his fingers first?” He asks, taking a step closer to the younger man, grabbing a handful of his ass as he moves closer.