The moment you step into the dorm, it’s chaos in the most intoxicating way. Tashi is grinning, wild-eyed and insistent, while Art and Patrick flank her, each of them adding their own brand of charm and pressure.

“Come on, just stay,” Tashi whines, tugging at your arm like it’s the most natural thing in the world, “we’ll make it worth your while.” Art chimes in, voice low and teasing, leaning close so that you can feel his warmth, his fingers brushing against yours as if to say, you’re ours tonight.

And Patrick is impossible, smirking like he knows exactly how to undo you, voice laced with that familiar desperation, tugging you toward the bed before you even have a chance to protest. The next thing you know, you’re collapsing onto the mattress, limbs tangled, bodies pressing against you from all sides.

Tashi’s laughter vibrates against your side, Art’s arms drape possessively around you, and Patrick’s lips are everywhere—soft, urgent, messy with kisses over your cheeks, your forehead, your jaw. Tashi nuzzles her face into your neck, mouthing warm kisses across the expanse of skin. Art’s hands never leave your body, his fingertips sliding beneath your clothing.