Consummation

And just like that, the date for her first rendition of The Golden Hour, September 17th, was finally there. She didn’t have a chance to talk with anyone, but got a quick glance at their good luck messages. She could only smile tenderly, feeling their love for a few seconds before reality struck.

Hair. Makeup. Wardrobe. Mic. Jieun could hear the voices piling up of almost forty thousand people waiting for her. Their volume increased when the lights of the Seoul Olympic Stadium turned off, leaving only the logo of her concert and an hourglass. She felt the adrenaline rush through her veins and used it to fuel her lungs and sing the first iconic lines of Eight. The LED screens opened. Drums started, and with it, the concert began.

The first day was a complete success. Everyone enjoyed their time on stage. Almost three and a half hours of a well-oiled music machine with Lee Jieun at its center. She was aware, however, that nothing of that night would have been possible without her team, on and backstage. They all celebrated for a few minutes, she met several of her friends and acquaintances, but the thought of resting enough to be equally amazing, if not better, on the following day was still in her mind.

Most of the staff was already gone, and just when she thought she wouldn’t see them, her boyfriend and her best friend appeared. She was taken aback to see them strangely cheerful and friendly with each other.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love what I see. But what did I miss?” She asked in a volume just high enough to be heard, protecting her voice for the following day.

Seungdae looked at Jongsuk, who had started packing Jieun’s belongings for her. “Well,” her boyfriend started, “after you kicked us out of your apartment, we still needed to go down a few minutes in the elevator, so we started talking.”

“And we followed the recommendation you gave us right after sticking your pussy flavored fingers in our mouths… Thank you for that, by the way,” Seungdae continued, winking as he thanked her, and while he checked the room to make sure nothing important was left behind. “We exchanged numbers. Turns out Doctor Stranger here is just as good as you described him. So we started texting about the one thing we have in common. You.”

“So, thinking about what's best for you,” Jongsuk carried Jieun’s bag, “we decided to take care of you tonight.”

“B-both of you?” she asked, not knowing exactly what they meant.

“Yes. Both of us, princess,” Seungdae squatted in front of her, signaling her to get on his back. Confused, she went with the flow and let herself be carried by her friend as they started walking.

“You two notice I’m too tired to do anything with either of you, right?”

“Tonight is not about sex, darling,” said her boyfriend. “We’ll just give you the best treatment so you can have a good, recovering night, and have all of your energy tomorrow.”

“Alright… I like the sound of that… We're going to my apartment, right?” She wondered as they were getting into Jongsuk’s car.

He was the driver, of course. Seungdae sat Jieun behind the driver’s seat, and he took the seat on her right.

Her exhaustion was clear to Seungdae’s eyes, so he signaled her to let her head rest on his lap. She agreed while her boyfriend started driving. She fell asleep shortly after, thanks to her friend's fingers playing with her silky hair.

Jongsuk and Seungdae talked friendly about the concert on the way to her place. She woke up a few times, but listening to their voices talking was soothing, making her fall asleep again shortly after.

She was woken up by Seungdae’s hands, positioning her in Jongsuk's embrace to be carried like a sleeping bride.

Once they got to her apartment, it was practically midnight. Her boyfriend placed her on the biggest sofa and went to prepare the light dinner she had left partially ready. Seungdae started undressing her.

She didn’t say a word; she simply looked at him, moving here and there to help him a bit. Once she was naked, her natural state at her place, her friend kissed her forehead tenderly and went to prepare the shower, leaving a couple of stools ready.

Jongsuk took her dinner to the couch and started feeding her, adjusting to her rhythm. “You were amazing today,” he said.

“She was brilliant,” added Seungdae. “She flew over all of us!”

Jieun took the compliments, laughing softly, “I almost piss myself over there, to be honest. But it will be better tomorrow.” She drank the warm tea her boyfriend had prepared while she looked at both men undressing.

She let them guide her to the shower. The temperature was already set to her liking thanks to the plenty of showers she had shared with Seungdae and the past. They sat her on one of the stools. Her boyfriend took the one in the back, and her friend squatted in front of her.

The scene was orchestrated by the actor. After he removed her makeup, they turned the shower on, and he began washing her hair. Seungdae started with her arms and torso. Their movements were always delicate. Both of them considered her the most precious thing in this world and treated her as such.

Her friend had started washing her legs, kissing them as he went lower. Similarly, her boyfriend kissed every area of her back after it was clean.

Jieun was fully relaxed when Jongsuk hugged her from the back, kissing her cheek at the same time Seungdae kissed her toes, as if surrendering to her.

When the shower ended, her boyfriend dried her body with a towel while her friend used the hairdryer on her. She took care of her own teeth, making them laugh as some foam fell to her bare chest.

Once they were all dry, she was taken to her bedroom, already prepared with a soft orange light. Instinctively, she went to the middle of her bed.

Before she could make herself comfortable, Seungdae stopped her. “You wanted a massage, right?”

Jieun pouted softly and nodded with a soft hum before lying face down and leaving her phone under her pillow.

Both Seungdae and Jongsuk admired her soft body for a second. Her boyfriend passed an oil bottle to her best friend and made himself comfortable on the right side of the bed, immediately playing with her hair. They locked eyes. Jieun smiled at him with soft eyes.

Her friend spread some oil on his hands and started rubbing Jieun’s fragile shoulders. His hands went down, the closer to the waist, the more she cooed involuntarily. When he went down to her bum, she had already closed her eyes, holding her boyfriend's hand.

Seungdae couldn't help himself and, while he massaged her ass cheeks, he looked at her little pink asshole and part of her puffy cunt. ‘Tomorrow,’ he thought. He kept going down her fair skin, giving each leg the attention they deserved.

When he was down on her feet, Jongsuk raised his hand, calling Seungdae's attention. “She's gone,” the actor whispered, laughing a bit as he held her hand, moving it without any reaction from her.

“I'll finish with her feet. She'll feel better tomorrow,” he winked at him. “Then I'll go to the couch so you can also sleep,” Seungdae added, going through every centimetre of her right sole before reaching her toes.

“Hey, if you sleep on the couch, it would seem as if I kicked you out, and that's not the case. You've been great for her today. I'm sure she'll love waking up with both of us naked by her sides,” Jongsuk said, already tired while her friend was starting with her left foot.

“I'll give you that…” Seungdae sighed, trying to stay awake. “Stay there, I'll stay on the left of the bed. Let's try not to roll to the middle of the bed and crush her.”

“That's work for tomorrow.”

“Excited, it seems,” her friend smirked, raising an eyebrow. "Do you think you're ready?"

"A bit nervous, not going to lie," he admitted with half a smile. "You?"

"Same, I guess," he tilted his head, finishing with her left foot before kissing her arches and carefully getting into the bed. "Are you really okay with sharing her tomorrow?"

"I'm trusting the heat of the moment will make it alright," he pursed his lips, thinking for a moment. "Have you shared her before?"

"Never," he sighed deeply. "Took me years to have the guts to see her videos. And even though she invited me to these… Parties, I didn't feel ready."

"What was different now?"

"You, I guess," Seungdae smirked at him. "Somehow, you, watching those videos, made her corner us into this."

Jongsuk scoffed. “What can I say? I love it when she lets herself go,” he said quietly. “Apart from being on stage, sex is one of those things where she truly lets go of everything. I'm hoping she thinks of me as a safe place for that, same as she does with you…” Silence took over the room for a moment. “Plus, she looks stupidly hot, not going to lie.”

“Amen to that!” Seungdae replied in a low voice. Both stared at Jieun's frail, naked body, resting peacefully between them. “Long day tomorrow, we also need to sleep.”

Both of them tried their best to get comfortable without moving Jieun or making loud noises. After a couple of minutes, they found the right position. Each, resting on their sides, facing Jieun. Jongsuk saw how she had started to drool in her sleep before turning the lights off.

The three of them barely moved through the night. Jieun, thanks to how relaxed they made her feel. The men, partially because they were tired, but mostly because they didn't want to disturb her by accident.

The following morning, the first one to wake up was Jieun. Knowing there were little to no preparations pending for that morning, she woke up, still face down, with no regard for the hour.