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River listened intently, as he always does, patient and kind were his default settings after all. A cheeky little chap, indeed. Alright. He could accommodate nearly anything. OCD was new, but not otherworldly. He could deal with that. "So, only cum on or in you when you're naked. Noted." He grabbed the younger's hand and started leading him out of the shop and towards his bungalow. What was the fucking point of still being here anyway? It wasn't going to happen here, so let's talk it elsewhere. Ro wanted privacy. Cool. He'd get it. "I don't doubt you'll give me a show, sweet prince. You already have. Look at how we met." He smirked, chuckling to himself as they made their way to his client cabin.

“I know they wouldn’t, but cum stains on designer clothes?” Roman scrunched his nose, and then winked. He was a cheeky little chappy, nothing was going to suppress that part of his personality, even if he did get a little giggly around men this beautiful. “I’m OCD, and a germaphobe. I may scream in terror if someone shoots a load on my vintage pieces.” Ro stepped a little closer, now feeling the need to be in the same space as River. He smelled so good, expensive cologne flooding his senses and making his cheeks get hot. Roman was willing to bet his entire bank account that this man never got intimidated. He was probably just a drop in the bucket for the older, but he wanted to be special - lived for it. “A water bungalow, huh? You should show me, and maybe I’ll give you a show as well.”

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River knew well that Rhett hadn't encountered this side of himself yet. It was pretty much reserved for the bedroom and the bedroom only. He wouldn't normally call someone out of their name unless they deserved it. And slut shaming? Incomprehensible in normal situations. But in bed? It's just light degradation. It's completely different within this context. Rhett smiling at being called a slut was all the indication River needed that he'd made the right choice.

"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.

River’s reaction to Rhett stroking himself was unexpected, honestly. He hadn’t really shown much of that side to him prior. A hint here or there but that was just typical amongst the clients, Rhett gathered. However, he couldn’t deny that some dirty talk and commands weren’t hot. And they were even more so coming from such a buttoned-up individual like River. The blond groaned softly and he couldn’t help but smile as the others words.

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.

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What's your ideal/dream sexual encounter?

"I've been asked this already, but I'll answer again. A threeway."

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Anyone you have a soft spot for on the island?

"A soft spot? Darling, I'm so nice it surprises everyone. But there is one person on the island--well, two. That I would do absolutely anything for. But you didn't ask for names, so you aren't getting them."

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The faraway look in the other's eyes as he stared at the ocean piqued the elder's interest. He narrowed his eyes, squinting at the other as if squinting at him would help him figure him out easier. Where was he from? Where was his mind wandering to? What had he been through? River was an intense Scorpio, he couldn't quite help wanting to figure everyone out on first glance but keeping people at a distance when it came to their own emotions. "Not being near the water was not for lack of trying, my dear. I love water. My parents hated it. And we lived in Wales." He smiled over at the other and then back towards the water. "It's beautiful. I've always felt the most at peace in or near water. But I only ever got near it on family vacations growing up."

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."

"I don't know how you survived growing up without water close by," and he wasn't even exaggerating when he said that. "What did you do for fun when you were a kid on a hot day?" He couldn't remember a day that he wasn't at the beach, either on the shores or in the water itself, and considering he had been surfing since he was a kid it was just so common for him - most kids grew up the same, which sucked considering most of the beaches were overcrowded. "You should come surfing with me sometime, or even just paddle boarding or something, I could show you just how much fun the water can be. I can teach you, if you need the lessons," this man wouldn't be the first that Mateo helped appreciate the water, and he certainly wouldn't be the last if the need arose. "I'd make it fun at least."

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.

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"That is absolutely factually correct," River confirmed, chuckling. "I didn't watch till the end of any of them, but I'm sure you won!" He noticed the blush on the other's cheeks, it was dark but River was a Dom, he could sniff out shyness like a bloodhound, and a smirk rose onto his handsome face. "Am I making you nervous, sweetheart?" River kind of already knew the answer, but he still wanted to hear it. Who didn't enjoy praise? Dom or otherwise. "I have to wonder why so many people on this island are shocked by general politeness. I may need to talk to the Kings about how their clients are treating their staff." He was a businessman first, human second. Who the fuck was he to talk to the Kings about that? No one. But he kind of thought he had that kind of pull. Seniority as a client maybe? Who the fuck knows? The audacity? Maybe more like it.

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?

"I'm a lot more worse for wear come the end of the fights, so at least you recognize me more from the beginning of them," he was a sweaty, more often than not bloody damn mess when all was said and done, the fighters leaving everything outside of the cage going in with venom to try to come out on top. It definitely wasn't a garden variety safe job in the least, but then again committing himself to being a whore on a very expensive island of male fantasies might not be as safe either. He knew he'd find himself in some situations here that weren't necessarily ones he was familiar with (there would be kinks that he'd come across he'd never tried himself - not that it would deter him from them considering he did love to expand his horizons). Hearing the clients offer, to turn the bad days around for him if/when they would arise, had Alec unable to keep from grinning as he looked out towards the water, thankful it was dark so the blush creeping over his cheeks wasn't as noticeable. "I'd like that, it's appreciated," to know that he'd be willing to help a staff member out when they were feeling down, "i'll be sure to look you up if i'm in need of a pick me up."

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.

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River quirked an eyebrow. Ooh. A man that didn't swoon from the first compliment from him? Rare. But refreshing. This man knew how good looking he was. He'd have to try a different tactic to impress this one. Not often did another man leave him speechless. "Well, goodness me. I don't have a comeback for that, mon ami." Shit, that rhymed. Shakespeare? Hello? "Seems I've met my match."

He had to laugh at the follow up question, tilting his head to the side inquisitively. "Is that rhetorical? Surely it has to be, yes? Or am I to believe you really don't know what kind of place this is? You don't strike me as naïve. You strike me as quite experienced, actually. Maybe not in a place like this, but generally? In life. Come on, darling. Don't play coy with me."

Elian couldn't help but chuckle at how forward he was. He'd certainly met people like that, but they didn't normally look like River. "I am, yes. An ER doctor before but now I am here to take care of all of you. So if you must faint, it would be best to do it in front of me." Elian definitely found him charming. Who wouldn't see that smile and immediately be charmed? It was very easy to let his clinical mind slip away when he was being complimented by someone so attractive. he was only a man, after all. "It absolutely is." Elian agreed. "I've never met its match."

The sudden invitation did take him by surprise. He hadn't been working at the Haus long enough to get propositioned very much, so hearing it out in the open like that was a little jarring. It made him smile nonetheless. "Well, how could I refuse such an offer?" Elian loved men almost as much as he loved medicine, and that was saying a lot. Men topped any other form of pleasure he could possibly find at this party. "What will we be doing for the rest of the evening?" He mused, drawing closer to the other man to hear his answer.

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This accent he was hearing... Drastically different than his own. He could pretend he didn't know he had an accent, but that was for amateurs. He knew Americans loved his accent. Why did he know that? Try being told that by every American ever. But he'd never heard one like Patrick's. Where was this man from? It was not unlike art history major River Howell to question where a person was from. But the question always seemed to come across as rude so he never outright asked. He caught the quick glance he got and that was all he needed. Ha. He quirked an eyebrow, letting the other know he'd been caught. "Subtlety isn't your strong suit, darling."

"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.

Eyebrows arched upward and Patrick pressed his lips together in order to suppress a chuckle – that would be incredibly impolite given that he was talking to someone who wanted to use his fitness center. “Ye’ can work out now if ye’ want. The gym is free.” The Southerner adjusted his shirt and leaned over the counter to allow his eyes to roam down the older man’s body for a fraction of a second. “Reservations are for time alone with me – since I’m a personal instructor.” But he didn’t ignore the whole comment about late night working out sessions resembling something along the lines of a booty call. Which… made absolute sense. Why would you call another guy during the night if not for some grinding, thrusting, and sweating?

“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.”

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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."

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.”

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Rhett was distracting. How was he to focus on fucking the living hell out of him while he was also kissing everywhere that he could reach? This boy was lucky that River could multitask. River almost laughed when Rhett started cursing wantonly. He didn't want to be rude, but damn. It was funny in a precious way. Clearly, he'd done something Rhett really liked. Good. He'd keep going.

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.

He nibbled softly on River’s earlobe before he moved his lips back to River’s neck, trailing them over his skin, kissing at his throat. The moment the client began to pick up his pace, Rhett threw his head and he wailed in pleasure, “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.” Everything that River was doing just felt so damn good, he couldn’t help but curse. Plus, he had mentioned that he wanted the people next door to be able to hear and Rhett had no qualms about that. It was going to be simple too considering how fucking good River was.

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.

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The embarrassment that immediately wafted off of Theo was amusing. What on Earth was there to be embarrassed about? Granted, embarrassment wasn't an emotion River often experienced, but... it still puzzled him. He asked. Was River supposed to lie? He doesn't even know how to lie convincingly.

"Yes. Did you want me to lie to you, dear? I could try, but you won't believe me." He decided just to verbalize his thoughts on that. Why not? He spoke his mind anyway. He stared blankly. In all honesty not having a clue what the big deal was. This was a fucking whorehouse, what was the need for secrecy? Or shame? "Stone cold sober."

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

It was pure alcohol bravery at this point that had caused the Scotsman to actually voice out loud something that ought to be kept only in thoughts. The question was pure childish, and highly unprofessional, but one that simply slipped out amongst a stream of consciousness. Frankly, Theo was not thinking straight about it, and hadn’t considered the consequences until the brief, few seconds of a pause that hung as he anticipated River’s response.

So to hear River’s actually positive response matched by a haughty smirk, nearly floored him. “Wait— really?” He couldn’t quite believe his ears, blinking his eyes in a bid to stave off the drunkenness: he had essentially been given permission to call River – daddy. “I’m either really drunk right now, or you are?”

Bringing a hand to his face to rub his eyes awake, Theo was certainly feeling the need to sober up, and stat. “Well, right now I think I’m planning on shaking off this buzz.” he shared, wanting to save himself from further trouble for the night. “I cannot be making bad decisions throughout the evening, da—I mean, sir.”

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Anyone you'd like to get to know better?

"Everyone, silly. You want specifics, ask. Use your words."

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have you ever had sex on a stage? would you ever have sex in front of an audience?

"No. Would I? Yes. I'm a performer, after all."

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why are you do goddamn handsome?

"Oh, please. How precious. Ask my father? I don't know. Scratch that, ask my mother. I give that man no credit for my existence. Let alone my fucking good looks."

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Who haven't you slept with, that you'd like to sleep with?

"The beginning of that question sounded very accusatory. I've fucked less people in this Haus than you may think. Anyway, Jonah. Magnus. Alex. Patrick. Damian. Renan. That's it."

@alexkingx @jonahgarland @magnusfeltham @patrickxpearson @damianbyrd @renanxcarvalho

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what do you think is your best asset?

"I almost said my dick. But it's my intelligence."

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favorite way of rewarding a lover for doing well? favorite way of teasing or punishing a bratty lover?

"Reward? Good question. Hm... I am very loving and affectionate to people who deserve it. I know it seems I'm nice to everyone, but I'm really not. Nothing bothers me more than a mean person, so I'm not mean. It's truly that simple. But don't mistake my kindness for weakness."

"A brat just wants to get their way, yes? So do Doms. There's a way for that to happen without being a brat. Just remind them. If that doesn't work, spankings usually will. Foolish is the Dom who thinks they can tame without appeasement. BDSM is give and take. A lot of people forget that."