#same damn time

Clark, though? Clark is the opposite, patient, polite and so achingly restrained. He watches you like he's memorising the shape of your smile.

He doesn't cross lines and doesn't need to.

The way he studies you, like you're a fragile thing he wants to keep intact and feels almost worse than Adrian's loud hunger. They both want to keep you, and lets be honest, you adore both of the attention.

Reoccurring "Oops, is this a date?" pattern

It always happens. And it's always a 'coincidence'.

You text Clark for help with something small: moving a heavy box, finding a good book, needing to build something, and he's there within five minutes.

Polite grin so warm it makes your knees weak.

And than, Adrian appears, who claims he was 'just in the neighbourhood' when really he's been hovering around your apartment all day waiting for a excuse to come over.

Before you know it there's a pizza in the middle of the coffee table, feet tangled on the couch, and all three people who definitely didn't plan a date but somehow ended up on one.

You sit in the middle, Clark's fingers brush yours, accidental but electric, Adrian stretches and drops his arm along the back of the couch, his hand hovering just behind your shoulder.

Warm, steady, possessive. You don't move away.

Why would you?

Which gift can outdo the other

Adrian shows up with the weirdest little trinkets and swears "screams your aesthetic", a shiny pebble he promises is lucky, gum he flinched from a gas station.

You laugh and keep every single thing.

Clark meanwhile, brings flowers, mugs of coffee and books he thinks you'll love. His gifts are soft, thoughtful, and romantic in the traditional way.

You keep all of them, because both are pieces of the boys who worship you so much (plus free gifts).

I bet we'd have really good bed chem

If Clark makes you moan, Adrian immediately tries to outdo him, grinning like it's a contest.

If Adrian has you breathless, Clark turns more intense, focused, like he's determined to prove he can pull even louder moans from you.

Typically you end up dizzy, tugged between them hips grinding against you, their rivalry melting into teamwork only when they realise the goal is the same: making you fall apart.

Clark likes having you close to his chest folded up like a pretzel, holding you like you're breakable but beloved, he needs you wrapped in his arms, safe and cherished even in the heat of you, while pouding sharp and deep.

Adrian likes pinning you down, throwing your leg over his shoulder, stretching the insides of you with too much eagerness. He's not controlling, he just wants to feel you squirm under him (all while rambling about some owl facts, or whatever is the new hyper-fixation).

Sometimes you're in the middle, both of them rutted in you, their bodies fighting for space, and it feels like you're going to combust from all the attention.