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December was usually known for kidnapping Seoul in its icy cold, with threatening snowy winds and a suffocating darkness. And its inhabitants, who certainly didn't just stand by and watch, always found a way to make it nicer: some fought the dark with colorful little lights; some populated the streets with laughters and cozy outfits, and some, just like Mira, hid away at home, pampering themselves with a deliciously hot bath.
Grazed by the foamy texture of the bubbles, and cuddled by the sweet gingerbread scent from her favorite seasonal body wash, that really was a wonderful moment for herself: a well deserved time she wanted to savor instant by instant.
After all, ever since she became a mother, her days had grown quite intense. But with two wonderful partners by her side, and the solid support of a small-sized village within the walls of her own home, she could never really neglect herself, not even if she tried. And it was precisely in one of those moments, when the little one was sleeping like an angel in Abby's arms, that she allowed herself to surrender to the hot water and the love verses of a certain anthology.
Said certain anthology, just a few years earlier, had silently filled the days of a certain someone. And said certain someone, all of a sudden, made a smooth entrance into their private bathroom. It was supposed to be just a quick in-and-out, his only intention was looking for a brush. But sometimes the path of the brain doesn't quite match the one of the eyes. And the moment they landed on his girlfriend, even though she was almost completely covered in foam, it became really hard to look away. Her stunning high ponytail; her bare porcelain shoulders; her wonderful eyes, framed by the thin golden wire of her glasses and completely captured by the book before them… Everything was a distraction, and everything filled him with the unmistakable sensation, that painful swelling he couldn't see yet, but he definitely could feel.
And she saw him. She saw him perfectly.
But, as the mischievous soul she was, Mira chose to stay silent, just lowering the book and watching him getting closer and closer.
"I see someone is reading a stolen book..."
There was no doubt, he was provoking her.
And, oh, how that turned her on! So much that the water around her suddenly seemed freezing. So she took the chance, closing the antology and biting her lower lip.
"You can see very well, then..."
Romance smiled at her scorching with lust, his small fangs aching to be bared.
And Mira -who knew exactly where this was going- wasn't surprised at all when his robe slipped gracefully to his feet, revealing his holographic patterns and their gleaming pulse. She couldn't help but smile, as a twisting current stirred deep in her core. "Oh, Ro… Want me close, by chance?"
That question was all he needed: before she could even think, he was in her arms, claiming her mouth with breathless kisses and brushing his intimacy against hers, enough to unleash a galvanic wave down her spine, and making her hunger pull him closer.
"Mmh, someone is also impatient today..." Romance teased, just a breath away from her lips.
He knew she would shut him up, closing the last millimeters between them: "Oh, please… Speak for yourself..."
"You talk as if I was hiding it..."
Romance sank his fangs into her neck, making her whine the way he enjoyed most. He really loved how vocal she was, it gave him a satisfaction he couldn't quite name, a feeling that flowed straight to his heart and urged him to give more, more, always more. So, plunging a hand into the hot water, and pushing past the warm mounds of foam, he searched for something special: the most intimate part of her.
It didn't take him long to find it: by that point in their relationship, he knew every inch of her body by heart. And if he could have told his past self -desperately in love and not even allowed into the room they now shared- that one day he would know her with such certainty, he probably would never have believed it. Yet, there he was. Sharing one bathtub and thousands of hungry kisses, while three fingers gracefully explored her as if that was their first time.
And said grace… Said grace always had a certain effect on her.
He didn't need to be rough or fast, only to know where to touch. In that, by now, he was truly a master: her back arched, her nails gripped his body, and her mouth slowly hid what was growing unavoidable, her satisfied release. That peculiar kind of orgasm that blooms and vanishes between a flaring kiss, the one they loved the most, the one she wanted again.
"Shall we take this out there, princess?" he asked, still wrapped around her and playfully nibbling at her earlobe.
"Mmh… No… Let's stay here…"
There was something about the water Mira didn't want to leave behind. Perhaps its warm embrace, or perhaps the heightened tenderness of that beautiful, intimate moment. And perhaps he might have agreed, if it hadn't been for a small detail that began to unsettle him: "Princess… I didn't bring cond-"
"Who cares!" she cut in. "You know I'm nursing!"
"And you know that doesn't mean anything…" Romance sighed in reply.
"Ugh… I don't care, I want you…"
Somehow, her insistence had always been reassuring. And he had never really been able to resist that. He never had, and he never would. And so, showing his smiling golden eyes, he held her close and finally, finally, pushed himself all inside her.
And just as expected, those beloved high pitched moans started to escape her throat, growing louder and louder with every thrust.
"Y-Yes… Let me- Let me hear you…"
What was separating Abby from his partners was just a simple door.
And in stark contrast to all the steam rising, their bedroom was steeped in calm and silence. By the soft glow of his bedside lamp, and comfortably nestled among the pillows, he was holding their baby close, peacefully drifting through whatever such a tiny mind could dream and slowly carrying him along. It had been a long day, spent in the dance studio wracking his brain over a new choreography, and the evening fatigue was steadily taking hold of him, lowering his eyelids and weighing down his limbs. Sleep was feeling unescapable.
But from the bathroom door, suddenly he heard something: a voice. No. Not a voice. Two voices. Two voices moaning together.
Abby flushed all at once, his patterns glowing partly at the thought, partly in panic. The baby was right there with him!
And, unsure about what else to do, in open defiance of every law of Morpheus, he vanished in his usual cloud of pink smoke, abruptly reappearing in the living room.
There, in the warm sense of togetherness between a towering Christmas tree and all the comforting scents of a busy kitchen, his entrance was simply impossible to miss.
"Are you okay?" Rumi asked immediately, setting down the plates she was holding and hurrying over her friend. "You look..."
"Yeah… Well…" he cut in with a mutter. "Can you hold [them]* for a moment?"
"Of cour-"
"Why we have to suddenly babysit your simpling? Desperate duties are calling?"
Baby, obviously sprawled on the couch in front of his video games, glanced up at him. And getting no reply, he grinned widely.
"Ha. Just like I imagined. You're pathetic."
"You two, have some manners! The baby is slee-"
When Abby swung the bathroom door open, he had no intention of joining them: he felt too drained to involve himself in whatever his lovers were doing. Yet, if he really wanted that, perhaps he shouldn't have come in at all. Because if there was something that really drove him wild, making his heart race faster than ever, was exactly seeing them like that: bodies moving against each other in harmonious elegance, and voices mingling in complicity like they were pulling each other in a game of give and take. Before them, Abby suddenly felt like a lonely explorer, adrift upon the open seas and irresistibly drawn by the haunting song of two beautiful sirens, coiling around his mind and gripping his very soul.
"Oh my God…"
Said sirens, mid-thrust, turned their eyes to him. "What is it, sweetheart?"
Abby didn't reply, too stunned to speak.
So, Romance slid gently away from Mira, gliding towards the opposite edge of the tub. "What is it? Want some self care, too?"
Thinking about that, what did it matter if he was tired now?
What did it matter, standing there, in front of a scene like this? In front of that gaze, lovelier than the world itself, already overflowing with all the pleasure it could give him? What did it matter in the moment when, suddenly, he found himself in the hold of the people he loved most? Surrounded by warm water, gentle strokes and tender kisses? Nothing else. Really, nothing else.
His head rested on Romance's shoulder.
His eyes closed, ready to feel everything.
And every muscle surrendered, giving up to the gentle touch of the hands behind him.
Meanwhile, Mira leaned toward his face, joining her lips with his in a slow and deep kiss, one of those which long to explore, which cannot help but speak the language of lust, and which, unavoidably, ends up swallowing all the whines that quietly awoke from his innermosts.
"Yes, sweetheart… Yes…" Romance whispered in his ear, giving him goosebumps all over his body and making him tremble harder and harder. And just as he was about to let go, Mira took the chance and gently slid all over his length. "Here… Let me take care of you…"
"Oh… God… My d-dear… You're so t-tight…"
"Hush, love…" she silenced him, before starting to move and letting the pleasure took in. The sense of fullness he gave her was always priceless, even beyond the reach of her cries. And Abby, exhaustion aside, really was no different. At the right time, he found himself joining her, with every bit of his voice, his breath and his soul.
Meanwhile, Romance was just behind them, holding his boyfried tight and planting kisses all over his neck. But in the space of a tender bite and a dirty praise, he joined them once more. Slowly and carefully adjusting them, he put himself at Abby's entrance. And then, he started to push, making his groans increase and finding the perfect rhythm, the one that felt right for all the three.
Every time, there was something inexplicable that flowed between them, a visceral force that bound and connected them beyond every kiss, every thrust, every whine, and anything that could be named. That was why they felt so attuned, almost as though they were meant to be there. And when that awareness took hold, the flames of lust always started to burn brighter, overwhelming them with that most fervent passion, all the way to the point of no return. And that was the reason they all came together, at the same time, as if they were no longer three distinct beings, but a single presence shaped by true love.
"Ugh… We made a mess…"
After a hug that had felt eternal, Mira huffed looking around: a large amount of water was covering the floor, still spilling from the tub, with bubbles and foam scattered everywhere. Following her gaze, Abby laughed. And Romance leaned in, kissing her temple. "Well…" he stated.
"Now you know you don't steal my books."