Yes, it was intense. The whole moment was intense. Nat sitting next to you, awkward hands vaguing behind your back, fingers drawing forgettable patterns— meanwhile— Lottie's hands crawl up your thigh, the desire in her starving eyes too strong to ignore.

"So..." you drawl, unable to look at both of them at the same time, their faces getting close to your like wolves to their prey.

They smell you, your scent driving them high— Lottie dipping her fingers inside the flesh of your thigh as Nat grips your shirt, wrinkling it as your perfume scars in her brain.

The quiet whimper slips out of your mouth when their lips fiercely attack your neck, sucking and biting on the skin, the vibrations of their moans sending shivers down your whole body. They can't stop and they don't want to, your taste too sweet to abandon.

By this point, Lottie's hand was way above your thigh, pulling the hem of your shorts, letting you know the fabric was intercepting her plans.

That's when you realize— you have them eating from the palm of your hand.

You pull them away, their faces contouring into confusion as they stare, awaiting to know the reason you stopped them. But your eyes quickly fly to Nat, falling above her puffy lips from fiercely kissing your neck. In a blink, Nat met your lips, slowly closing her eyes as she enjoyed the moment, as if it would end if she opened them.

Lottie tugs at your shirt and you can't help but think how pathetic she must look, wanting to taste you so desperately she can't wait.