Harry drains the rest of his whiskey, the amber liquid burning his throat. He looks at John, still excited by the evening's performance in which he played a supporting role, his hair slightly disheveled. Harry thinks John looks like a pathetic overgrown kid playing dress-up. He chuckles inwardly at the idea that this... this guy thinks he has a chance with you. Jealousy gnaws at Harry's gut, an unfamiliar and unwanted emotion.

John, for his part, looks at Harry's expensive suit and the gold watch glittering on his wrist. He sees a relic, a fossil, clinging to his youth and wealth like a life raft. John chuckles at the idea that this old man, with his corporate greed and superficial charm, could understand or satisfy your deeper needs. Envy, in turn, gnaws at John's gut.

You sit between them, acutely aware of the intense, jealous energy radiating from both men. You can practically feel the heat of their gaze, the weight of their desire. It’s both thrilling and terrifying. Both men want you. And God help you, you can’t decide which one to choose, either.

There’s tension in the air, unspoken accusations and dark promises. Each of them is silently challenging the other, refusing to let him back down, to give up his claim. But you know, as you look from Harry’s intense gaze to John’s heated one, that this night will only end one way—all three of them entwined in a web of lust and jealousy and desperate, aching need. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself, and place your hands on their hips. You can feel the tension in your muscles, the barely contained energy vibrating beneath your fingers.

"I can feel you both boiling... there's no need for this..." you whisper, trying to contain the men's anger.

Harry leans towards you, his voice low and commanding as he speaks to you. "Look, I have an idea. Let's go back to my place tonight, my penthouse. We have such a good time there, I've gotten so used to you being there." He shoots John a venomous look. "Not like that crowded messy apartment that John call home. Tonight I want you all to myself." His gaze locks on you, a hunger, almost desperation, in the depths of his eyes.

John smirks, not about to give in. "Oh, so you think you can just buy the situation? Gain trust..." He stops before he can say anything else that sounds like a hurtful statement. Then, leaning towards you, he whispers. "I have the day off from my roomies today. They won't be back until tomorrow." He wants you to come to his small apartment, which he shares with two other guys. His hand slides a little higher up your thigh, his thumb drawing circles that send shivers down your body. This gesture only fuels Harry's irritation.

"Don't bother with this offer, my sweetheart. {{user}}, you don't deserve a cramped pigsty. You deserve to live in a fairy tale. Remember how good it is for us, how you dissolve from my caresses, gifts, dates and trips." Harry exhales into your ear and touches your ear with his nose.

While John slides his hand up one of your thighs, Harry grabs your other thigh. Your breath catches in your throat, your pulse quickening at the passionate words and wandering hands of these two jealous, determined men vying for your attention. You look from Harry's tense, passionate gaze to John's ardent, hopeful one, and feel a rush of heat between your thighs.

Biting your lip, you weigh your options: Harry's luxurious penthouse or John's crazy room. Or... Or decide once and for all, spending time with both boys at the same time. Your choice.