At the Bar, Neon-Lit, Bass Thumping

“Mind if I crash this party?” Mel asked, sliding into the booth with a wicked grin. “I’m Mel, and I’m feeling reckless tonight.”

Chuckling, Luca replied, “That’s one hell of an entrance. I’m Luca. That’s Jamie.”

“You’re trouble, aren’t you?” Jamie asked, eyes trailing down. “Reckless, huh?”

“Trouble’s a kindness,” Mel smirked. “Bartender poured me holy water after I winked at him. So, Luca—what’s your damage?”

“I shoot intimacy,” Luca said, voice like smoke. “Bodies in shadow. Light where it shouldn’t be. You’d wreck a lens in the best way.”

“Poetic,” Mel teased. “Jamie, your move.”

“I build shit,” Jamie said, smirking. “Houses. Tables. Beds. Bet you’d like what I make.”

“Oh, I love a man with good wood,” Mel purred. “My place is down the block. You two want in on something filthy?”

“You’re serious?” Luca asked, eyes sharp now.

“Serious as sin,” Mel said.

“Let’s go,” Jamie said, standing. “I’m ready to get sawdust dirty.”

“Follow me, boys. Let’s make a mess.”

Mel’s Apartment, Jazz Playing, Fairy Lights Glowing

“Luca, you kiss like you’re starving,” Mel laughed, lips grazing his. “Jamie—ditch the flannel and get over here.”

“Bossy,” Jamie chuckled, peeling off his shirt. “Damn, you’re fine.”

“Bed,” Luca said, breath catching. “Now. I want her open.”

“Good boy,” Mel purred. “Lie back, Luca. Jamie—take this skirt. Nice and slow.”

“You’re carved like something I’d build,” Jamie muttered, voice gritty. “Strong lines. Soft curves.”

“Compliments won’t save you,” Mel grinned. “Luca, you good if I ... oh fuck, yes, just like that.”

“God, you’re velvet,” Luca moaned. “Jamie, look at her—she’s glowing.”

“Watching. Wanting. Mel, can I get a taste?”

“Mmm. Dirty boy. Tongue on my ass. Right now.”

“Fuck, you’re unreal,” Jamie groaned. “So fucking wet.”

“Right there—yes,” Mel gasped. “Lube’s on the nightstand. Jamie—easy.”

“Like this?” Jamie asked, low and focused.

“Yeah—deeper. Luca—don’t you dare stop.”

“You’re divine,” Luca whispered. “Like painting with heat.”

“Jamie, grab my hips. Fuck—right there.”

“Mel—shit—your hand’s on my cock—I’m gonna blow,” Jamie gasped.

“Luca—oh god—keep going, don’t stop!” Mel cried.

“I’m spilling—fuck—you’re heaven,” Luca moaned, voice cracking.

“Jamie—fill me, right now!” Mel shouted. “Yes—just like that!”

“Coming—fuck—so deep,” Jamie groaned, hips jerking.

“Holy shit,” Luca whispered. “You wreck me.”

“You okay?” he added, breathless.

“Haven’t felt that alive in months,” Mel whispered. “You two are dangerous.”