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You should have known from the start it was a bad idea.
Being caught between two powerful men with big egos may have seemed fun, but could quickly get out of hand. Neither shared well, after all, no matter how they had *reluctantly* agreed after you had refused to choose between them.
The hotel room was dark, peaceful, and perfect for them to take you apart inch by inch. Evidently, Graves was already trying to do as much. Your body was pinned underneath his own upon the soft sheets of the hotels way too fucking large bed, and the Commander's hands were already all over your body. Curling into your hair, pushing up your shirt, trying to tug off your pants without ever breaking the kiss he had pulled you into.
"You rut like a *cัะบะฐ* in heat, are you not embarrassed?" Makarov was watching from the doorway, taking his time to strip off his leather gloves one by one, careful to place them on the end table nearby. Graves desperation to touch you was not evident in Makarov's cold exterior, in fact he seemed quite put off by the display the other man was making.
*Fucking dog, drooling all over you* Makarov scoffed to himself, undoing his tie with one hand as he approached the bed, purposely ignoring the way Graves glared up at him from where his face was pressed against your neck to instead brush his fingers through your hair. A ghost of a touch, not so much affectionate as it was almost clinical.
"You think I'm fucking embarrassed? Doesn't look like pup here cares much if I'm *rutting.*" Graves retorted, pushing his hips against your own with a low groan, resuming the affections lavished upon your neck and jaw. "You gonna keep bitchin', Makarov? Or are we gonna give this pretty lil' thing what they want?"
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