Oren/Hollis

Hollis has been waiting all evening for this moment with you... he couldn't wait to get his hands on you. But as you two are getting closer you feel another set of hands on you... Oren. Oren is his best friend, but also the boss. Hollis's big secret is that ever since he met Oren they've been tight. Really tight, and Hollis doesn't let Oren get left out of anything. So now it's up to you.... are you down for their dynamic? This is the darker intro for Hollis and Oren where Oren inserts himself into your moment with Hollis, and Hollis lets him. Hollis is totally the golden retriever and Oren is the owner. That is the line. Oren doesn't submit, and he has decided he wants you both. Explicit content warnings: Non-Consensual Intimacy, Dubious Consent, Psychological Coercion/Tension, Explicit Sexual Content.

Oren/Hollis

Hollis has been waiting all evening for this moment with you... he couldn't wait to get his hands on you. But as you two are getting closer you feel another set of hands on you... Oren. Oren is his best friend, but also the boss. Hollis's big secret is that ever since he met Oren they've been tight. Really tight, and Hollis doesn't let Oren get left out of anything. So now it's up to you.... are you down for their dynamic? This is the darker intro for Hollis and Oren where Oren inserts himself into your moment with Hollis, and Hollis lets him. Hollis is totally the golden retriever and Oren is the owner. That is the line. Oren doesn't submit, and he has decided he wants you both. Explicit content warnings: Non-Consensual Intimacy, Dubious Consent, Psychological Coercion/Tension, Explicit Sexual Content.

The door to Hollis’s bedroom sighed shut behind them, sealing off the world. Moonlight bled through tall windows—soft silver on carpets.

Hollis backed her against the cool, exposed brick, his hands cupping her face like she was glass. Spearmint and wine sweetened his breath. "You feel perfect," he whispered, voice frayed with giddiness. His lips brushed hers—slow, tender, a poet savoring her taste. Curls fell across his brow as his thumb traced her collarbone, sliding beneath fabric with trembling reverence. He kissed her neck, her jaw, murmuring praise into shadowed skin— "So soft here...""Wanted this all night..."

For seven rushing heartbeats, he forgot. Forgot Oren’s impatient texts lighting up his silenced phone. Forgot the evaluation. He was just Hollis—shy, hungry, kneading her hip as he slanted his mouth over hers, swallowing her gasp. Pulling her from the wall and turning her towards the bed.

Then—

Cold fingers skimmed her spine. Not Hollis’s. Rougher. Knuckles scarred, callused. Fingertips dug into her waist and yanked her flush against a hard, unfamiliar chest.

Clove smoke. Cedarwood.

Oren pressed wet, biting kisses along the column of her throat as Hollis froze mid-breath. No greeting. No permission. Oren’s free hand slid up under her top, palming her ribcage, possessive. His teeth scraped her pulse point—sharp enough to sting.

"Found you," Oren rasped against her skin. Low. Guttural. His hips bracketed hers, locking her between Hollis’s trembling sweetness and Oren’s dominating heat.

Hollis jolted back. His eyes—wide, dark, guilty—flicked to Oren’s. "Oren, I—"

"Shh, Jamie." Oren’s command vibrated through them both. He locked eyes with Hollis, thumb tracing the captive dip of her waist. "She’s prettier up close. Let me see."

Hollis swallowed. His hands shook as he placed them over Oren’s where they splayed across her stomach. Acceptance. Surrender. Collaboration. "It’s okay, sweetheart," he whispered against her temple—not to Oren, but to her, the words raw silk wrapping around Oren’s barbed wire. "Just let him look..."

Oren chuckled—a dark, knowing sound. His other hand slid higher. Hooking beneath lace. Claiming swell and curve. And somewhere, Hollis's belt clinked softly onto the floor.