YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYEYSYESYESYYES
spяееитея acting so concerned for sариар, feeling so bad for not noticing how much he was drinking, and gosh, it's their fault for encouraging him to drink so much, so they'll take on the responsibility of bringing sариар back to the hotel and taking care of him, really, it's not problem, they just feel so terrible for getting sариар so fucked up, but they'll make sure he's feeling better.
they get sариар back to their room, соитея carrying him in his arms the whole way. they lay him on the bed, get him out of his bar clothes because those surely aren't very comfortable to sleep in, right? they're so gentle with sариар's barely conscious body, running their hands all over his body, caressing every part of him. and when sариар whines, they pepper his skin with kisses, ocassionally planting them on his lips, even though he doesn't reciprocate.
eventually, when sариар finally passes out, they take their time with him. prepping him carefully and lovingly, they don't want to hurt him, after all, and teasing him even though he's not awake to react to it. he looks so sweet, so innocent, nothing at all like his usual brash persona, instead completely pliant, malleable to their every whim.
they fuck him together, соитея laying back and holding sариар to his chest while spяееи plays with his little cock, both of them pushing in and stretching him out together. they try to go slow, fuck sариар gently and make sure he feels good even if he's not awake, but it's so hard when he's so tight, subconsciously making little noises. they thrust hard and fast, jostling his body and rocking the bed. they try to be quiet, they know they have neighbors, but it's so hard; not only moaning every time sариар squeezes around them, every time their cocks rub against each other, but praise spilling from their lips, both for sариар and for each other. sариар's making them feel so good, he's so good for them, and they're making each other feel so good, and god it's so hard trying not to cum too soon. despite their best efforts, it doesn't take long before swears are falling from their lips and they're pumping sариар full of their cum.
and because they're good friends, they make sure to clean sариар up; wiping him down with a towel, dressing him in their clothes and tucking him into bed, cuddling up on both sides of him and holding him tight. the next morning, when sариар wakes up with a killer hangover, his head pounding and his vision swirling, they close the curtains and get him water and painkillers, cooing and fussing over him. but when sариар asks them what happened last night, they just tell him that he drank too much, that he took a nasty fall on his ass, and they didn't have his keycard so they took him back to their room and dressed him in their clothes, sleeping next to him to make sure he'd be okay, taking care of him like good friends would.