Her pussy was stuffed full with him, labia stretched and parted so obscenely that it made him grin. And she was twitching, her inner muscles milking him, fluttering and jerking as she tethered over her orgasm. Her eyes were lost, a glazed look on her face as her lips parted to let out ragged moans. And her face would twist whenever he dug into sensitive spots. She was so aroused that her pussy spewed a fucking waterfall, and it squelched with each thrust, vocal with its pleasure. He groaned, she just needed one more push and her untrained pussy wouldn't be able to do it without a tongue to that gorgeous little clit.
"Minnie, I need her to cum." He growled and his best friend was on his knees before them. His tongue darting out eagerly like the dirty pervert he was as he rubbed his own cock with a tight fist. Ezra pulled at the hood of her clit, dragging it up so that MinJae could suckle on the engorged, shiny red nub, tasting her on his tongue. Ezra could feel the warmth of wet saliva and the brush of his tongue over his shaft as he thrusted into her. The sight of MinJae crouched before her, licking her clit and the place that joined her to Ezra must have done the trick because she peaked quickly.
"S-shit—Ahh, I'm c-c—"
She didn't get to finish her words before she was squirting over his cock, creaming onto him as she contracted and undulated in his arms. Her mouth wide open as a husky scream escaped her throat, more erotic than the sounds she had made in his studio.
She bucked and arched, desperate in her climax and all Ezra could do was to ride out her climax, muffling his cries into her skin as his cock was wrung out, bone-dry. And God he came so hard that he saw stars, his vision dizzying and white with his release. He managed to continue, he didn't know how but he did, thrusting into her so that her pussy had something to hold onto in her pleasure. And fuck did he almost die.
He dropped her on the bed at the end of it, laying her down into Casper's arms as he panted. "You're perfect," he whispered, crawling up to her to give her a kiss that she barely reciprocates, too tired and fucked out to respond. "So good. So perfect."
And his best friends were moving to take her into their arms, kissing her skin as they cleaned her up and held her close. Ezra stepped back to watch toppling into a nearby chair to catch a breath as he hastily lobbed the soiled condom at the bin. It entered and he quietly cheered to himself. He inhaled deeply and exhaled, running fingers through his hair. Best fuck in his life.
He dozed feeling sleepy as he yawned, keeping an eye on his soulmate. She was sleepy, her eyes struggling to stay awake as Hikaru and Oliver fussed over her. He should pee, Ezra nodded to himself, he should get up to remind Amber to pee. It wouldn't be good if they got a urinary tract infection. That would hurt like a bitch—
The creek of the door jolted him awake and his eyes darted to the shadows. His eyes moving to meet those of another. It was dark outside of the room, but the warm light was enough for him to make out the features of the man that stood at the door.
JieMi.
The youngest stood watching like a voyeur at the slit of the door, his doe-shaped eyes wide and oddly glossy in the soft light, maybe a little too wet for Ezra's liking. He trembled, his lips moving as he stepped back, stumbling as he went but he never left, standing at the door with his eyes glued to his Amber. And Ezra's gaze moved to the swing of his fists, to the flash of purple that caught his eyes.
A bouquet of hyacinths the colour of plum and wine that glistened under the soft light. And Ezra's mind flashed to his study of flowers for her to the legend tied to the flowers. Hyacinths borne from the blood of a dead man, turned purple from the tears of a god who loved him but could never bring him back.
Regret, sorrow, apology.
Ezra's eyes narrowed and the younger flinched, finally noting his stare. He jerked his head, hostile and unsympathetic of his plight. His eyes cold shards of obsidian. JieMi didn't deserve to look at her body, not after what he did, not after what he continued to do. And now? It wasn't a good time for him to destroy her after how hard they had all worked to bring her happiness. He needed to go. His lips moved over the words, catching JieMi's gaze and holding it to his own.
Fuck. Off. He spelled out on his lips and the younger winced, tearing away quickly, but a stray petal fluttered to the ground. Evidence of his arrival. The beginning of another obstacle. The possibility of her destruction. The reminder of her almost-death. Ezra rose from the chair, stalking towards the door. Never. Never again.
"What are you doing?" Hikaru whispered to him as he squatted at the floor picking up the petal to roll it in his clenched fist.
"Just picking up trash," Ezra replied, he said it loud, loud enough for the person lingering at the doorway to hear. "I fucking hate trash, it disgusts me, I want it out of my sight." He closed the door and locking it tight, then he turned to nuzzle his face into her hair, inhaling her sweet apple scent. Even the rat in the house could not foil his good mood.