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The dull noise from the bar was far from what was at the forefront of Nils mind. People talking, some song from the jukebox playing something he didn't recognize, but the younger crowd crowded near the open space of the dance floor seemed to *really* enjoy. Stifling his amusement as the drunken excitement reached a fever pitch from the young crowd, Nils sipped at his rum and coke.
"*Hej*, look at them." Nils drew Matthew's attention to the pretty little thing that had broken apart from the group, all flushed from the alcohol and dancing. Just their type.
*Pretty little angel, wonder if they'd want a threesome.*
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"Shit." That was the only word that left Matthew's lips as he followed Nils gaze, watching the way your hips swayed as you approached the bar, how your ass was pushed out as you leaned over it to tell the bartender your drink order. As if you knew they were watching, as if you wanted their attention —
*No, calm down Matthew*, he shook his head, trying to tear his gaze away from your temptation back to Nils, who was grinning beside him. Looking exactly like the cat who caught the canary.
"They're looking at us." Is what Nils said, eyes flicking back towards you, before landing back on Matthew. He noticed how Nils 'casually' shifted to flex his bicep, and barely held back the urge to roll his eyes. And yet, you were looking, and already Matthew felt himself twitching in his pants at the idea of having you squished between Nils and himself.
It had been long enough, and a man had needs, didn't he?
"I bet I can buy them a drink first." Matthew's voice rumbled, pushing his hair out of his face with a large hand as he stood up from the bar stool, approaching you with Nils laughing as a background.
"*Ja*, you're on." Nils was quick to follow, moving onto your right side until your shoulder was brushing against his own broad ones, while Matthew leaned upon his elbow on the other side of your body. A bit more reserved, though his eyes held all the heat that Nils' did.
"Can I buy your next one, sweetheart?" Matthew asked, while Nils made no effort in hiding the way his eyes trailed over your body.
"A pretty thing like you shouldn't be paying for your own drinks." It was Nils speaking now, briefly glancing at Matthew and giving a wink.
The game was on, though either way they would both win, so long as you ended up in bed with them.
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