H.A.M.

As Riley walks in on a room full of heat and mess, instead of being a quiet witness, they become Chen’s singular focus. Chen is determined to savor this moment with reverence, hunger, and the beautiful tension of devotion.

Without a word, Chen drops to their knees.

Chen is lying back now—body still buzzing, mouth still tingling from Riley’s cum, June’s kiss, the collision of all of the bodies. Riley is astride Chen’s hips, easing themself down onto their cock with trembling thighs and a gasp of “fuck, yes…” as they are filled.

They’re tight, slow, and so warm around Chen—riding them with shy reverence, their hands on Chen’s chest, fingers twitching as they brace themselves.

Chen is still deep inside Riley, their body trembling around Chen, June teasing both pairs of nipples without mercy. Riley is right there—on the brink. Chen can feel it in how their hips twitch, how their thighs shake, how their breath keeps catching in their throat.

They’re seconds away from falling apart. But Chen doesn’t let them—yet.

Beneath every chord June rips out on that beat-up guitar…every sneer she throws at the powers-that-be…and every soft, secret glance she gives when she thinks no one’s watching.

The living room is dimly lit as they walk through the front door, shoes still dusty from their trip back from Nevada. The familiar scent of lavender-sandalwood candles lingers in the air—Ashley’s signature choice. But there is another note too: heat, sweat, something floral and guilty.

And then the two are seen.

Ashley doesn’t break eye contact with Pam—not for a second—as her lips find their way back, deeper now, wetter, more claiming. Pam lets out a little whimper, all pretense of protest melting as Ashley’s hands slide confidently beneath her shirt again, coaxing it up, inch by inch. Her bra follows soon after, released with practiced ease.

The air may be warm, but not warm enough to explain Pam’s flushed skin, her sharp little gasps, the way her nipples peak under Ashley’s teasing fingers.

Ashley kisses Pam again as June’s hands works slowly at her waistband. Pam lifts her hips, shy but obedient, letting them slide off. She makes a soft, embarrassed noise as her panties come into view.

Her panties are damp—nearly soaked—like never before.

June grins, gaze flicking between Ashley and Pam, sparks in her eyes. “Fuck. You’re so wet already, Pam.”

From the edge of the room, Kaori watches with a quiet smile while Riley curls beside her. The room hums with warmth, with trust, with that particular Seattle-night intimacy that feels less like temptation and more like being gently welcomed into something beautiful—just for now.

Back to Pam: her breath is coming faster now—light, broken, high in her throat. Her legs trembles around June’s shoulders, her fingers tangling helplessly in Ashley’s hair.