They place you between them like you’re something precious.

His hands settle at your hips from behind, firm, grounding, while she steps close in front of you, her eyes slow and dark as they take you in.

You don’t move.
You’re waiting.
Good.

He leans in, breath warm at your ear.
“Stay.”

The word sends heat straight through you.

She lifts your chin, forcing your gaze to hers, smiling softly when she sees how flushed you are.

“So beautiful when you behave.”

The praise makes your body melt.

They make you wait, touches hovering, lips close but not quite there. stretching the moment until your knees feel weak. Your body begs, but you stay still.

That’s what they want.

His grip tightens slightly. She finally kisses you, slow, controlled, devastating, and pulls away just long enough to whisper,

“That’s it. Let go for us.”

You surrender.

You soften completely between them, rewarded with warmth and attention from both sides, their presence closing in around you until you feel small, held, chosen.

You rest back against him.
She presses her forehead to yours.
Three breaths moving together.
You’re theirs.
And the pleasure is in obeying.