RIVER.

His hand moved from his cock and Rhett moved both of his hands to the client’s ass, giving it a good squeeze as he continued to fuck him, “I am a horny slut. You’re right.” Rhett whined, “It’s enough, sir.” Really, it was. Rhett just wanted to feel some type of friction on his cock. Nevertheless, he kept his hand on the client’s body, clearly unable to keep them to himself.

"Sir? Call me Daddy." He didn't normally insist for that kind of treatment, but with Rhett, why the hell not? He'd already called him it once so why not again? Or one hundred more times? He understood that Rhett wanted friction, but he was the one to do the touching. Not Rhett. So, he replaced Rhett's hand with his own, stroking him at an agonizingly slow place, edging him.

At the mention of modeling all Mateo could do was laugh as he shook his head, "can't say I ever dabbled in that profession. I much prefer being a doctor, but if saving lives ever gets boring-" he teased with a smirk as he looked the other over, "there was this one time, around Perses actually, I was an artists muse, he'd draw me if that counts as modeling?" He couldn't help but laugh as those memories were brought up, man he had enjoyed Beau's company and wondered where that other man was - if he'd came to the island or had went back home. "You keep feeding me compliments like this and i'm going to get a big head, and there goes my modeling contract," he teased as he couldn't help but grin as he looked over at the other - god damn he was beautiful, and the fact that he was so easy to talk to made coming over to him even better.

River wasn't sure what was so funny about his suggestion. Surely Mateo owned a mirror. He quirked an eyebrow hearing that Mateo was a doctor. "Oh. Aren't doctors supposed to help people feel more at ease, not increase their heart rate?" He teased back, winking as well. "You just get more and more interesting the more you speak, bello. That definitely counts as modeling. Did the piece ever get completed? I own several art galleries that I could certainly see putting a portrait like that into." The elder couldn't help but chuckle devilishly as Mateo admitted to being flattered by his compliments. "You can have whatever you want from me, quite frankly."

As he listened to the man speak of his own claim to fame Alec couldn't help but beam, proud of the fact that he actually had known him, or at least his concert halls and galleries. "I've been to a few of them," he was so proud of that fact too, especially considering a man who looked like he had wasn't necessarily someone you'd ever think to be all that interested in art. "The concert halls are nice, so comfortable, but the art galleries, those are just-" he couldn't quite explain them, "i've only been to a few of yours, it's one of the things I look for when fighting in a new city," Alec was a man who liked to take in the areas culture, and what better place to do that than a gallery? "Do you pick the exhibits and pieces personally, or do you have a team that does that for you?" He was ultimately curious to know what sort of tastes the man had, and if they coincided with the art that was in his galleries. "I think the entire island's intimidating when you first get here," maybe not from a client standpoint but as a staff member it was just so massive, and to think that they were at service to all the clients there? The party was packed with clients, certainly they outnumbered the staff it appeared, so it had Alec a bit on the nervous side. "I'll settle down soon enough, once i'm eased into the chaos," if that's the right wording to go with, more than likely he'd rather be thrown in taking a quick shock to the system but getting it over with quicker.

The look on the other's face before he spoke again was slightly worrying. Not entirely as much when he did speak again though and was just, in a sense, fanatically praising him. What? He would've never guessed this man knew who he was. People shocked him everyday at this establishment. "Sweetheart, wait a second." He laughed softly. "I'm flattered, truly, but I know who you are because you're famous. Why do you know who I am?" He was certain he had to look like a deer caught in headlights for the first time maybe ever. It had to be amusing for onlookers. The second, maybe third person to recognize his work at the Haus. What the fuck was in the water here?

“Everyone knows half an hour of sex burns more calories than one at the gym.” Patrick gave it a little shrug – followed by a wink – as he moved over the counter to properly greet the other client. “Although, my late night workout sessions are really just that, darlin’. Workin’ out. Help ye’ pump some irons. Do some squats to make yer’ glutes look even better in those shorts of yer’s. It’s merely a question of how much ye’ can handle. If ye’ wan’ newbie's classes, I will be gentle with ye’. If ye’ want intermediate – I will rough ye’ up a little bit but still be gentle with ye’. If ye’ want professional?” There was a moment when Patrick fell silent, allowing the silence to grow just for a moment or two. “I’ll make sure ye’ end up sore from head to toe. It’s not for the faint of heart.”

"Maybe you wanna try again. Really work for that subtlety." He was grinning from ear to ear now. Cheeky little shit. "Anyway, you don't have to tell me twice, my dear. I'm no beginner. Intermediate is still an insult. Guess you'll have to try the latter." He shrugged his shoulders as if he didn't know exactly what he was saying. River Howell could flirt with the best of them. And he had a feeling this was not Patrick's first time at the rodeo. Far from it. So, that was saying a lot.

There was one thing that Nev loved most was having a pair of strong arms wrapped around him. It was a blissful feeling, one that turned his lust drive on even more. He knew there would be a long night a head of them, one them would leave him sore and reeling with desire just to be fucked all over again. God, River was so hot and that accent of his only made his attraction for him stronger. He couldn’t help but moan when their lips finally connected with a kiss. Nev let his calloused hands grip River’s strong arms, fingers lightly trailing up as he felt the muscles beneath them. They didn’t stop them, feeling their way up along his shoulders before finding way into his dark locks and gently tugging at them. “Fuck… I wanted you to fuck me for so long.”

The way Nevada melted into his embrace was making River melt too. How sweet. Nevada was this big, burly lumberjack-shaped man, but he was also as soft as jello? Ridiculously adorable. River didn't quite know if he could take such a level of cuteness in one person. Granted, it didn't take much for River to find a man cute, but he digressed. And... there it went. His cock was at full attention now hearing those words come out of Nevada's mouth. "How are you allowed to exist?" He laughed softly. "I would commit war crimes for you. Not good."

One of Rhett’s hands slipped between their sweaty bodies and he wrapped it around his shaft, moving it in time to River’s thrusting. The blond arched his hips up more, angling himself so that River could hit a different spot so deep inside of him, “God, River.” Rhett sighed out as his blue eyes lidded, sitting with the pleasure.

River's eyes flickered down to Rhett's hand and a wolfish grin suddenly appeared on his face. "Oh, you little minx. Did I say you could touch yourself? Did I mention that even once? Yet, here you are. Horny little slut, just can't keep his hands off himself. I'm fucking you and that's not enough for you? Tsk tsk." Dirty talk and light degradation was River's bread and butter. He knew most subs liked it even if they didn't fully admit it to themselves. They liked to be talked through things. Like obedient little pets.

"Call me Daddy. We both know you want to."