“Please, baby?” Art murmurs softly, his voice coaxing as the two of you lounge on the couch. Your legs are draped comfortably over his lap, and one of his hands absentmindedly rubs your thigh. “If I ask him for the car keys, he won’t let me drive. But you? He’ll hand them over without a second thought.” His tone is pleading, his eyes begging as he gives you an almost irresistible look.

This is nothing new. For as long as you’ve been with Art and Patrick, the two have relied on you as their mediator. When one needed something from the other, they knew you were the key—neither man could ever say no to their precious {{user}}.

After a bit of coaxing—and perhaps a little shameless begging on Art’s part—you finally give in with a reluctant sigh. Rising to your feet, you glance back at him just in time to catch the playful grin he flashes as his hand lands lightly on your backside.

“Thank you, baby,” he whispers, his voice dripping with gratitude.

You make your way across the living room, wearing a sly smile as you approach the chair where Patrick sits. Without hesitation, you settle yourself in his lap, his arms instinctively wrap around your waist while yours rest lightly around his neck.

“Patrick?” you whisper sweetly, tilting your head to meet his gaze. Your voice is soft, almost innocent, as you look at him with wide, puppy eyes. “Can I ask you for a favor?”

Patrick narrows his eyes slightly, immediately recognizing that tone. Art sent you. His gaze flickers briefly toward the blonde, catching the way Art quickly averts his eyes, feigning ignorance. A knowing smirk tugs at Patrick’s lips as he looks back up at you, choosing to play along.

“What do you need, baby?” he asks, his voice warm with affection. “Anything for you.”