[M] Life In Pink (1/1)

pairing: luckbin (taekwoon/hongbin/sanghyuk)

featuring: girl taekwoon

2,700w

nc17   Across the lawn of the estate, oleander petals fell scattered in heaps, drowned by the falling rain. Tall cypress bowed against the coming winds; all the light that could be seen covered and muted by the passing cloudbursts overhead. It was a cold evening. The kind of evening that would give way to the burning cold of a winter night and Taekwoon, who was sat upon the vanity bench, did not at all enjoy winter nights. She sat with her legs crossed and her hands within her lap, listening—with growing impatience—to the smattering of rain against the bedroom windows. “Do you wanna play?” she asked aloud. But it was not obvious whom she was speaking to, for both Sanghyuk and Hongbin were sat upon the adjacent sofa of pearly white cotton seude. It was Hongbin who responded first. “What does noona want to play?” he inquired. This made Taekwoon smile. She rose onto feet covered by tan stockings, moving silently across the grand room that was their shared bedroom, to the record player by the window. The needle scratched; the music began; and Edith Piaf came soft as a whisper, the brass bellow of horns like a homecoming the two men were far too familiar with. La Vie En Rose, in all its wonder, passed through the three of them like an unspoken rule; and with it: Sanghyuk understood what it was Taekwoon wanted. And it seemed he knew before Hongbin could piece it together. Sanghyuk watched, intrigued, as Taekwoon—dazzling as she swayed lightly to the music—wandered back to the vanity bench. She lifted the hem of her long skirt so that her stockings showed, darker than the milky glow of her hands. Then she reached up under her skirt and rolled the stockings down. First her left leg; and then the right, and as she sat, calmly removing the stockings and then the powder pink of her panties underneath, Sanghyuk felt Hongbin shift beside him. Both of them: unable to do anything but watch. Taekwoon lay her panties discarded on the bench, her legs crossed at the knee as if hiding what small secrets she kept between them. All the while, Edith Piaf crooned mellow and beautifully and the rain continued to fall and Sanghyuk, untroubled by the state of his suit, slipped off the sofa and onto the floor. He crawled on knees toward her; and Taekwoon watched with a deep pink blush creeping up from under her white blouse. The music ended and in the brief silence that came before the next song, Hongbin whispered: “Hyuk-ah, what are you doing?” Taekwoon looked at Hongbin. She watched him evenly as she uncrossed her legs with her knees pressed tightly together.

When Sanghyuk pressed his face to where her knees met, awaiting an access he was unsure would come to him, Taekwoon said to him, “You stay right here, Hyukie,” her voice softer than the falling rain. She kissed his brow and felt it furrow; his face pinched with distaste, but never would he admit this to her. Then Taekwoon left the boy on the floor and went to the sofa, sitting with her legs curled beneath herself on the pearly, plush white of the cushions. She sat with her cheek resting to Hongbin's shoulder and her hand reaching for his own, smaller, hand. She said, “Hongbinnie, don't you know what I want?” “You didn't tell me,” he whispered to her as his blood began to boil. His face filled bright with color; an ache started in his belly that hurt and hurt. Taekwoon took Hongbin's hand as she lifted herself onto her knees. Then she guided his hand between her legs where the heat of her body rose impossibly warm. She was wet and she knew it; she could feel it before his fingers ever pressed against her clit. But when Hongbin touched her, Taekwoon felt the waves of euphoria wash up from the soles of her feet. Her cunt tingled as Hongbin slipped a finger into her. “I still don't know what you want,” he despaired quietly. He whined when she tightened around his finger and fell forward with his head buried against her chest. He asked in a voice so deepened it made Taekwoon shiver: “Won't you tell me?” “Look at Hyukie over there,” she said against his ear. “He's a good boy. He's waiting there without saying anything at all. He knows what I want too.” She smiled as Hongbin whined, breathing deeply against her chest as if trying in vain to inhale the very scent of her. “You play too many games,” Hongbin sighed. He took her face into his hand and pressed a kiss to the corner of her upturned mouth. It was lovely to feel her smile. But no matter the softness of her tone, Hongbin knew she was upset that he could not figure out what she wanted. “One more hint,” Taekwoon said and walked to the record player. She stopped the song that played and returned to the first track; the one that made Sanghyuk's face burn the color of cherry blossoms in spring. And she stood beside the window where the rain fell heavily against the glass, all the light taken from the day; black as night as evening waned and grew dim. Hongbin listened, desperate to grasp the meaning of the music; but it was not until Taekwoon sighed and gave up, leaving the song to play as she rounded the vanity bench (bending low to kiss Sanghyuk's face) that Hongbin understood with a start. La Vie En Rose, like the rosy pink of her cunt. It was the song she liked to be licked to, because she had said once that it made her feel pretty. And how terrible it was to watch Taekwoon lean over Sanghyuk and press him onto his back. Then to watch as she kissed his mouth and then his forehead before lifting her skirt up around her waist, revealing her glowing skin underneath, the soft hair between her legs. Hongbin felt the blood pulsing near violently all throughout him as he slid onto the floor, watching as Taekwoon lowered herself over Sanghyuk's face; her cunt aligned with his open, eager mouth. She kept herself steady with her skirt bunched up around her middle and both her knees braced on the ivory wool carpets that spread out beneath them. Then she thrust herself gently against Sanghyuk's mouth as he reached up and took her thighs between his hands; his feet braced on the floor and the wrinkles forming all over his suit. Hongbin—left out and feeling ill with dismay for not having paid attention before—came ever closer, certain that because Taekwoon was not watching him, she was surely ignoring him. “Noona,” he whispered. He pressed his mouth to her warm cheek and heard her soft approving whimper. “Will you let yourself come this way?” She hummed gentle laughter. “Not if you don't want me to.” She tilted her head just so: able then to take Hongbin's mouth with her own. Kissing like it was all she needed to find her orgasm, Taekwoon pressed her tongue into Hongbin's mouth, taking the back of his hair into her clenched fist. She kissed him and kissed him hard and moaned into his mouth. All the while, Sanghyuk licked her cunt with the flat of his tongue; all the heat of his mouth against her most delicate parts. Taekwoon looked down, admiring the length of Sanghyuk's eyelashes—fanned out against his cheekbones as he rubbed his lips against her clit—and felt adoration surge up from the bottom of her belly. She touched his head, combing her long fingers through his hair and able to feel the tremors that took him at her touch. Hongbin, admiring them both—and hard between his legs—, reached down the length of Sanghyuk's body and felt his cock straining against the front of his trousers. He whispered to her: “Will you turn around?” “Turn around?” she whined. “What do you mean?” Her chest heaved and her thighs trembled, shaking terribly as she leaned forward, pressing her clit hard against Sanghyuk's mouth. “Turn around and face me,” said Hongbin. “So that you can see me.” He lifted her long, dark hair and kissed the nape of her neck; smiling as she shuddered. “I want you to watch me.” “Watch you do what?” Before Hongbin could tell her, Sanghyuk lifted Taekwoon by her waist and moved her from his face. Frustrated by his sudden defiance to her—and pouting because of it—Taekwoon sat heavily on the floor, wanting to throw herself at either one of them; to throw a fit, because her cunt was soaked and swollen and she could feel the urging of her orgasm so heady between her legs. Sanghyuk sat up and he looked at her apologetically, but with a smile as smug as his Taekwoon did not quite believe he was sorry. He said, “Noona, I love you, but. . .” and he pressed his palm between his legs. “I love you and I want to make you come, but—” He touched himself again and she understood. Suddenly desperate with desire at the thought of Sanghyuk's thick cock heavy between his legs, Taekwoon's muscles spasmed; sweat rose on her nape as she imagined him inside her. Abruptly, as she was lost within her own head, Hongbin surged forward and kissed Taekwoon's mouth. She laughed against his lips but welcomed his touch as he suckled her lower lip between his teeth. “Watch, now,” he demanded of her, kindly. And sat on her bottom, with her skirt smoothed down over her legs, Taekwoon watched with breathless desire invading her entirely as Hongbin lowered his head to Sanghyuk's lap. Sanghyuk had just enough time to press his back to the vanity bench before Hongbin was able to work open the front of his slacks. Then there was no time at all as Hongbin took Sanghyuk's cock into his hand, then into his mouth, his lips pulled taut around him. Heat swarmed Taekwoon's body. Without noticing, she had brought a hand up to her mouth and chewed absently at the edge of her fingernail. She burned and burned and felt ready to burst; and when Sanghyuk—with his head tilted back and the lines of his face stark and beautiful; so sharp it was as if he was not entirely real—reached out for her, Taekwoon went to him at once. She let him touch her; let him hold her body to his firm chest as he thrust weakly into Hongbin's open mouth. “You have to tell me everything you want,” he whimpered. “Because now I can't think straight.” Taekwoon cooed gently at him, tracing with the long edge of her nail the seams of Sanghyuk's mouth: “No, I'm sure you can't.” She thought it cute the way Sanghyuk blushed deeply, the tips of his ears burning hot against his head. Taekwoon kissed his mouth and did not tell Sanghyuk anything for a very long time. The music played and the rain began to slow; and all the light of the day bled out of the sky as night fell stark black all round them. Taekwoon did not take her eyes from Hongbin as he sucked Sanghyuk hard into his mouth, and she could see the faint motion as Hongbin rutted against the floor. She wondered how close he was—if he could feel the pangs of coming orgasm already—and so suddenly wanted out of her clothes. “Help me,” she whispered frantically. Her fingers trembled as she unclasped the buttons of her blouse. It was only when Sanghyuk's large hands enveloped hers that she was able to steady the tremors and make work of the buttons. She lay her blouse over the vanity bench as Sanghyuk unzipped the side of her skirt, urging her to her feet long enough to let the garment drop down her bare legs. Looking up at her, his face filled with color. She stood very near him: naked, except for the cotton white of her bra. This she left on as she came nearer, bracing a knee on the bench. With her cunt close and open, Sanghyuk thrust his face between her legs with his tongue pressed into her opening. Taekwoon felt him work his fingers inside her; and with her head tipped back and her eyes fluttery shut, she whimpered his name and gently rode her clit against the firm press of his nose. “Jesus,” she heard Hongbin say. She looked at him and was immediately shy, for the way he watched her—his eyes large and wide as his mouth trembled slightly—made her skin burn. She could see the admiration so striking in his beetle black eyes. And when he beckoned her nearer, his hands unsteady as he placed them on her bare hips, it took all the will-power she had to pull herself from Sanghyuk's warm mouth. Taekwoon's legs wobbled beneath her weight as she allowed Hongbin to guide her where to go. And very quickly—before she could collect all the thoughts inside her—Taekwoon was lowered into Sanghyuk's lap; the head of his cock pressing into her. She squirmed as he entered her: her cunt so delicate and sensitive that as he pushed into her—his hands heavy, but kind as they guided her down his length—her legs spasmed instantly. Hongbin pressed his forehead to the column of her neck, breathing heavily as he pulled his own cock from his trousers. Taekwoon did not have to be told what to do; she knew well the way Hongbin liked to be touched, and with her hand wet with her own spit, she grabbed hold of Hongbin's cock, pumping him as Sanghyuk thrust into her. For a long moment, there was not much she could do but allow herself to be fucked. Her cunt was tight and only squeezed tighter as her orgasm built and all the tingles inside her spread out across her body. She kissed Hongbin's mouth and moaned against him, feeling Sanghyuk's mouth against her back. He whispered her name so softly she could hardly hear him, but she felt his lips form the words against her. In a voice so soft it embarrassed her, Taekwoon begged: “Make me come,” and she did not know who would listen to her, because Hongbin—close as he was—seemed lost in his own head as he thrust into her fist; and Sanghyuk, guiding her hips in rapid movement against him, could not hear her at all over the blood in his own ears. But she was pleased—so pleased that she whimpered aloud, so loudly her ears burned terribly hot—when Hongbin lowered his face against her chest, taking her breasts into his hands. He pinched one nipple between his fingers, whispering sweet things against her skin as Sanghyuk pressed the tips of his fingers to her clit. She came at once, with her arms wrapped tightly round Hongbin's head and her cunt quivering with Sanghyuk deep inside her. She came whispering Hongbin's name, telling him she loved him as Sanghyuk kissed her spine, begging her to fuck him harder. And she did, with her back pressed hard to Sanghyuk's chest, she ground her hips down onto his cock until he slipped all the way inside her; and he came this way, with his eyes screwed shut and Hongbin leaning down to kiss him. She felt the bursting of Hongbin's heart against her bare chest as he lay against her, Sanghyuk's tongue inside his mouth. And she felt the heaving gasps of Sanghyuk beneath her, begging in his silent way to be loved and loved again. Hongbin whispered to Sanghyuk that he was beautiful, but it was as his hand moved in slow, petting circles over Taekwoon's belly. The rain had stopped falling, but night was upon them; and the music had ended so that the estate was silent again. And in the quietude of the bedroom, Taekwoon lay tiredly against Sanghyuk, still naked and not at all fazed. She wanted to be touched again. Her body burned with want of affection. So with her hand low on Hongbin's waist, she urged him to kiss her chest again as she rested her forehead to Sanghyuk's cheek. “Will you take a shower with me?” she asked. “Me?” they seemed to say at the same time. Taekwoon whispered, her heart on fire: “Yes, you.”