She snorted, stared from under her lashes and through the bounces of reflection in the mirror. Her boys seemed mildly disappointed as they continued to change. Their fingers were fiddling with what remained from the concert; what staff didn't touch to prevent indecency; what staff left to give them space.
In between performances, they didn't give a damn about privacy. There was just no time to feel shame creeping up their cheeks, to hide skin from the eyes of seasoned stylists when all they had was a single minute. Three hands to change her out of sweaty clothes was necessary then. But at the end of a concert, they needed that privacy and the space to wind down.
"The stylists will be back to pick up the rest," Oliver said, tugging his belt loose. His jeans were unzipped and hanging low, revealed the edge of skin, the tuft of hair that stretched from his belly to his groin. We'll just leave it all out for them."
"Good God, Casper's huge." MinJae groaned, and she smiled, felt him prod at her new biceps. "So, so big."
His own body was flexed and sweaty, almost naked as he wiped a wet towel over her neck. He twisted turned and angled his muscles, and she knew he did it just for her to look. His nipples pink and now studded with silver piercings. Her now very much tinier soulmate stood before her, fingers darting down the buttons, deftly removing her shirt, juicy lips pink from too much licking.
And she smirked when he gazed up at her under his lashes, sultry as his voice dipped and cracked over little words. His tone coated with cream, and a little breathy as he exhaled. But she simply looked away, stared at herself in the mirror, nodded sagely at his words. She bit back a laugh at his little scowl.
"He'll be happy to hear that," was her cheeky reply.
"Don't tell him." He said with a sardonic snap, then turned with a sassy flip of his hair, disappointed when she didn't bite the bait. His moves to seduce her a failure. He was so fucking easy to read, her MinJae. "I'm starving. What's for dinner?"
"Steak," was Hikaru's call from the other room, his head popping in just to comment. "But there's fried chicken which Sieon's devouring. And soggy fries out here." He popped a few to his lips, chewing loudly.
Sieon's voice boomed through. "Salty, soggy, cold fries!"
"Fuck yes!" MinJae cheered, swiped a few from Hikaru's hands and stuffed his face.
"You can change on your own right, sunshine?" Oliver called, had smiled at her from the doorway as she dropped the chains into their boxes. And she nodded, shifted her weight, took a bag of Casper's stuff from the chair.
"I'll come over in a bit. Give me a minute to use the bathroom. I'm so sticky." She grimaced and her sweet sunny angel let out a cheerful chuckle. But she noted the small pout on his lips when she didn't seem to react to his own nudity, a small sigh as Oliver tugged up his jeans and pulled down his shirt. Hypocrites, she was surrounded by them. Dumbasses that were indecisive and afraid.
"Okay, I'll see you soon then baby. Save you some chicken? Fries?" Oliver's eyes grew rounder with his concern. "You hungry?"
"Nah, I'll just have that steak and fresh fries. Might need to take a big fat shit," she fibbed with a smirk, and Oliver blinked as she lamented. Her plan forming quickly, time provided, reasons given. "Always weird when you got to shit and struggle with a dick that wants to touch the bottom of the toilet bowl. Gonna hold it up, I guess. Ezra and JieMi in the bathroom?"
"Yeah," was his response, an incredulous smile on his face.
"Well, we'll bond then, I'll ask for tips. See you in ten or fifteen. If my dick touches the bowl, I'm going to wash it with soap."
Sieon's voice entered the conversation, always listening in, always alert, always ready. "You are so weird!"
"It comes with the body change," she called back to him, a naughty smirk on her lips.
As expected, the bathroom was filled with two of her soulmates, large in the small, tiny space not meant for more than two. And her handsome boys glanced up at her, deer caught in headlights, clothes off, the dips of their body illuminated by the golden warmth of the room. God, they were always fucking in the bathroom—She ended her thoughts before her expectations grew too high.
"Hey boys," she gave them a smile, fingers twisting over the lock. The click had their eyes darting downwards. Then up to her face, Casper's face. But there was a small dance of alertness that thrilled their eyes. "Why didn't you lock the door?"
"Uh," Ezra cleared his throat, dark hair a little shaggy from the humidity. "I don't know."
"I was going to be—" JieMi licked his lips, glanced around, "—quick."
"Yeah?" she opened her bag, dumped it on the sink, searching for a shirt. "You look like you took a bath in the sink." JieMi grew pink, flushed as he wet his hair with his hands. The droplets glistening on his naked flesh, rugged and breath taking, model-like with the lighting all carved edges. But she had to take his confidence down a few notches for her plan to work. "Ezra helping you?"
"I'm almost done," Ezra admitted, ruffled his hair, but his eyes strayed to the lock. "Or maybe not."
"Dude, you're in concert clothes."
"Right," he agreed, stared down at the expensive printed shirt. What had they been doing? Standing around waiting for her to come? Talking? Taking a shit? Making out? She tutted, clucked her tongue with a shake of her head.
She ignored them both, turned to her selection of clothes. Ezra drew closer as she peeled off her jeans for softer sweats, JieMi lurking by his side. They seemed to creep, clearly uncertain about the situation, and she turned to the mirror, twisting her body to eyeball her new abs. The muscles flexed, formed six packs and she darted her hands up his sides.
"Casper's really hot," she said with a dreamy sigh.
Her lips curved as she noted Ezra's little nudge against JieMi with his foot. And the two moved forward, reflection catching in the mirror on the walls. She pulled off his jeans, then the dance belt, kicked it all off to stand butt-ass naked. Her new cock slapped against her thighs as she searched for his boxers, the piercings cold against her skin.
"Yeah," Ezra agreed, seemed to struggle not to stare as his hands fiddled with the hems of his clothes. "I guess."
"He's meaty," she commented. And they both grew silent as she pulled on underwear, the two seemed to scrutinize her naked dick for a good minute. Her smile grew. Were they trying to gauge her levels of arousal? Or did they like what they saw? "What do you want?"
"That's what you say to your soulmates?" Ezra raised a brow.
"That's what I say to soulmates acting like NPC."
"Darling, we're here for the same reason as you," he'd chuckled, and this time she realised they'd caught her, turned her ploy against her. "Changing."
And he had changed, somehow managed to pull on his clothes while she'd been looking at herself. He was now dressed in dark t-shirt and slacks. Behind him, JieMi was struggling with his jeans, his ass round, fleshy and thick as it struggled to fit.
She swallowed as he tugged, but the edges were far too tight, and the waistband resisted a hardened cock and a round ass. He pulled and the denim refused to give, his fat ass and his thick cock was an obstacle to be clothed. His flesh bouncing as he tugged, and continued rippling. She resisted the urge to snort.
"Bro, just unzip those pants. You're hard, there's no way that's going in." He blinked, a blush across his cheeks. JieMi turned to look at her, doe eyes blinking hazel and so, so sweet for what he seemed to be trying to do. "Shoving your penis through is insanity. You're going to get the clip on your dick, and then we're going to have to tape it up just because you want me to look." His mouth opened and closed, and Ezra let out a laugh.
"She caught you."
"Of course, I did," Amber rolled her eyes, "I'm this close to coming over and unzipping your pants so that you aren't bouncing around like that."
"Isn't it sexy though?" JieMi pursed his lips, glancing at the mirror, then back at her with wide, quivering eyes. "It looks thicker, when its bulging."
"Fatter," she agreed. "At the cost of its life. You're going to get it stuck."
"I miss the days when you blush when you talked about dick," Ezra lamented roughly, shaking his head.
"Doesn't happen when I have one."
"W-will you still blush if you held it?" was JieMi's cheeky answer, his eyes growing wide and sweeter.
"Will I blush if I gave you a hand job?" she exhaled, let out a laugh. She knew it, God the sexual tension was frustrating. She grinned. "You want a go with Casper's biceps?"
"N-not in this body, I want your body," was JieMi's whispery exhale. There was a pause and he seemed to visibly give up. "Please baby, please." And suddenly he was begging, almost on his knees. "I'll cum in just five minutes, I promise. Promise. I just—I've been waiting for so long."
"Can't stop thinking about the time you rejected a hand job from me?"
"Yes," JieMi nodded eagerly. "It was really hot."
"You're laying it on thick," Ezra chuckled, stretched and nodded. "Nice. I want one too since we're breaking rules."
"You sure you don't want one with these hands?" she laughed showed them her fingers. "I'm pretty sure Casper's a lot better than I am. And you'd be directly contesting the rule-maker. Now wouldn't that be hot?"
"Just take off your shirt," Ezra growled. And she did with a laugh, showed Casper's bare chest with a gloat.
"What were you expecting something? These beautiful man tits?"
"Amber please," he groaned, "tell me you locked the door for a reason."
"I gave us fifteen minutes," she wiggled her fingers. "Everyone thinks I'm taking a gigantic shit."
"Oh, so you're on the same page?" JieMi breathed.
"Of course." And her own body rippled through, her tits swollen, her body shrinking. The underwear growing loose around her waist. She gave them a moment to bask in the glory of her bare figure, and they did drinking it all in with wide eyes.
"Oh damn." JieMi moaned, a whimper twisting from his throat. "Fuck," he growled and his eyes were fire. "Forgot how good they look."
"You forgot? I fucking memorised the look of her tits." Ezra hissed, smacked his lips. The hunger was raw and frenzied, real as they surged and stared and before she knew it Ezra had his hands on her tit, rubbing it gently, pads of his fingers on the tips. She shivered, the pleasure spiked, her clit thundering with the beat of her heart.
"Is it sore?" He exhaled soft, dark, always growling.
"Not really."
"Can I lick it?" this time his voice was a sweet little purr.
"You could end up with someone else's nipple in your mouth." She exhaled as his fingers twisted, a dart of pleasure shooting up her spine. White, hot and delicious. She missed this, God she fucking missed this.
"I don't care," he leaned in and traced a kiss down, teasingly twisting his tongue over the nipple. She gasped and Ezra was chuckling, moving to land kisses down her neck. His body slotting against her waist, there was an almost ungodly growl that tore straight through him when his hot, trembling and naked cock nestled between her legs. His voice strangled as he touched her flesh. "Soft, always so fucking soft."