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The atmosphere in the sitting room shifted, no longer filled with the earlier tension but charged with a new kind of expectation. Adrien and Ethan exchanged smirks that clearly signaled trouble as I stared at them in complete confusion.

Seriously though, what could have possessed them? They even shared the same brain cells now.

My heart raced, pounding against my ribs, a frantic mix of anticipation and sheer panic.

What had I just agreed to? Inside, I was practically shouting, What were you thinking? You just said yes to a three-way! My cheeks, as always, turned bright red.

How could I possibly handle them BOTH?!

"Do what?" My voice came out as a breathless squeak, revealing the storm brewing inside me. I glanced between them, hoping to catch any hint that this was just a joke, a cruel prank to mess with me. But their eyes...green and blue sparkled with a serious, captivating glint.

Adrien shifted, his arm casually draped on the couch, brushing my shoulder with his fingers, sending an electric shiver down my spine.

"You said you’d try," he murmured, his voice a deep rumble that resonated through me. "Trying means taking action, Prince." 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

His thumb lightly traced the sensitive skin at my neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

Ethan, ever the gentle one, rose from his chair with a slow, poised elegance that felt almost predatory. He didn’t rush or leap; instead, he glided to the couch beside me, edging closer than Adrien, his hip touching mine.

The warmth from his body seeped through my clothes, a mix of comforting and electrifying.

"We’re not just going to talk about it anymore, Noah," he said softly, his voice brushing against my ear like silk. His hand found mine, fingers interlocking in a firm yet reassuring grip that contrasted with the intensity in his gaze.

My breath caught in my throat. The air crackled between us, thick with unvoiced desires. They were serious. Oh god, they really were serious. My usually chaotic mind blanked out, replaced by a primal urge coursing through my veins.

"I..." I began, but the word died on my lips as Adrien’s gaze focused on my mouth, a wordless invitation. My cheeks burned hotter, embarrassment spreading like wildfire down my chest. I could feel my skin radiate heat. This was it. No turning back now.

Adrien chuckled, a low, husky laugh that jolted me again. "Speechless, Hamster? That’s a first."

He turned fully toward me, his long legs brushing against mine. His scent, a mix of pricey cologne and something distinctly Adrien, sharp and intoxicating wrapped around me.

He leaned in slowly, giving me every chance to retreat, but my body felt like it was frozen in place, a willing captive.

"You’re still blushing," Ethan noted, his voice laced with gentle amusement. He brought my knuckles to his lips, planting a soft, lingering kiss that promised sweetness. His warm, earnest eyes locked onto mine, a silent question hiding in their depths. "Is that a good sign?"

I shifted my gaze between them, both pulling me in opposite directions yet somehow perfectly in sync. Adrien, dark and thrilling, a challenge. Ethan, golden and soothing, a safe haven. And here I was, deliciously stuck in the middle.

"I..." I managed, my voice barely above a whisper. "I don’t know. My brain isn’t working."

Adrien’s smirk widened, a playful glint in his eyes. "Hm."

He closed the gap between us, capturing my lips in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was possessive and demanding, plunging me into deep waters that took my breath away. He cupped the back of my head, tilting my face to deepen the kiss, fingers tangling in my hair, a delightful tug that sent my head spinning.

His tongue, hot and insistent, swept into my mouth, exploring every sensitive curve.

My knees felt weak. I leaned into him, a soft moan escaping my lips, utterly lost in the intensity of his kiss. His other hand found my waist, pulling me tight against his hard body, eliminating any doubt about his desire.

All I could focus on was the feel of his lips, the taste of him...sharp, minty, and unmistakably Adrien.

Just when I felt completely consumed by Adrien, a gentle pressure bloomed at my neck. Ethan’s warm lips traced a path along my jawline, leaving feather-light kisses that sent shivers banishing the heat Adrien had ignited.

His free hand, still holding mine, moved to my arm, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on my bicep, a soothing contrast to Adrien’s fierce grip.

I gasped, a soft sound that Adrien devoured. His kiss grew deeper, a silent challenge to Ethan’s gentle exploration. I was a battlefield, senses overwhelmed, my body a conduit for their competing affections.

How the heck was I supposed to keep up? My head spun.

Ethan chuckled softly against my skin, a low, throaty sound. "Already too much, love?" he whispered, his breath warm against my ear, sending another wave of goosebumps down my arm.

He playfully nipped at my earlobe, a teasing bite that made me shiver. "But we’re just getting started."

Adrien pulled back slightly, his eyes dark and intense locking onto mine. His lips were swollen, glistening, a faint flush painting his cheekbones.

"Don’t worry, Hamster," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "We’ll make sure you keep up." He sealed his words with another scorching kiss, a quick, hard press that left me breathless.

Then, shockingly, he pulled away entirely, casting a glance at Ethan. A wordless exchange passed between them, an understanding that made my stomach twist. Adrien’s hand, which had been tangled in my hair, moved to my chest, gently pushing me back against the cushions.

Ethan, catching the cue, leaned in. His kiss was a balm after Adrien’s fire, sweet and thorough, a gentle claiming that promised care. His lips were soft, warm, tasting like honey and sunlight. He took his time, letting his mouth linger, coaxing a soft sigh from me.

His hand, still holding mine, shifted, fingers tracing the delicate veins on the back of my hand, a tender gesture that made my heart ache.

My fingers, surprisingly, tangled in his soft, golden hair, clutching gently as I melted into his kiss. It was different...so different. Where Adrien was a storm, Ethan was a steady, warm rain.

And I craved both desperately.

"You taste so good," Ethan whispered against my lips, his voice thick with emotion. He pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, his eyes shining with an open affection that made my chest swell. "You always do."

Adrien, meanwhile, hadn’t been idle. His hand, which had moved to my chest, began a slow, deliberate journey downwards, tracing the line of my jaw, my neck, over my collarbone, and, with teasing slowness, toward the buttons of my shirt.

Each brush of his fingers ignited a fire, making every nerve ending awaken.

"Easy there, Prince," Adrien’s voice rumbled, a stark contrast to Ethan’s soft warmth. His fingers deftly unbuttoned the first, then the second, exposing the sensitive skin beneath. A cool breeze wafted across my chest, making me shiver, but his touch quickly warmed me up.

"No need to rush." His darkened, knowing gaze held mine, a silent challenge. Are you ready for this?

My breath caught. I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. My wide, bewildered eyes flicked between them.

"What... what are you doing?" The question was more rhetorical, almost a whisper. I knew exactly what they were doing. My body, humming with frantic energy, knew it too.

Ethan chuckled again, a sound of pure delight. He leaned closer, his lips grazing my ear. "Just helping you get comfortable, Noah."

His warm breath sent a delicious shiver down my spine. His other hand, still holding mine, slid to my thigh, a gentle squeeze that promised more.

Adrien continued his slow unbuttoning, not even glancing down, his intense gaze fixed on me, watching my reactions, savoring each flush, each gasp. When he finally unfastened the last button, he pushed the fabric aside, revealing my chest to the cool air and their hungry eyes.