gold (in the air)

The door closes behind her as Ryujin steps into the apartment. She slips the flats off her feet, using the heel of one to loosen the other before repeating. Yuna’s and Lia’s shoes are missing from the cubby beside the doorway and Ryujin remembers that the two had planned to go out shopping today. The thought of the fun they could be having right now makes her sigh as she’s only now able to wiggle her toes after a morning-long photo shoot.

Slackening the tie around her neck, it sets free a sigh she’s been holding in for the past few hours. It’s something Ryujin’s not sure if she’ll ever be used to, even though it’s been a near-constant her whole life. Being told to look this way or stand like that – the entire thing plays antithetical to the kind of person she is. She rarely plans. She rarely wants. Ryujin just lets things happen, complacent to ride the waves of the splashes made by those around her.

As she stomps down the hallway, the skirt around her waist sways with every excited step. Speaking of those around her, the thought of being able to come back home to Chaeryeong and Yeji has been the one thing that’s made her early call time bearable. This morning was hard enough – having to peel herself away from the two of them before the sun was even up. She’s never told them how pretty they both look when they’re asleep, making a note to herself to perhaps do that tomorrow if she remembers. But now, it’s almost lunchtime and she’s hungry to devour the carrot that’s been hanging above her all day.

The first person she sees is Yeji and the mere sight of her is enough to make Ryujin stop in her tracks. The older girl is standing at the kitchen island, clad in a flannel and a pair of grey sweatpants. That alone makes coming home worth it. If the day were to end here and all that she’s accomplished is seeing Yeji exactly how she is right now, then she would be more than happy to call it a good day.

Yeji’s back is extended at full mast, like a prairie dog scanning the horizon for danger. Her fingertips are perched atop the linoleum surface beneath them – so delicately – as if afraid to break it with all the power Ryujin knows is behind those supple wrists. However, it’s the expression on Yeji’s face that makes Ryujin wonder – makes her wander towards the kitchen. There is reverence. There is love. There is yearning.

But the thing that pulls her out of her own trance – what actually makes Ryujin’s feet start moving again – is the seductive smell of cinnamon that wafts over her. It’s stronger than usual and Ryujin is curious as to the reason why. She considers the spike in strength due to Yeji noticing that she had come home, but one look at Yeji and she would bet that the whole floor could fall out from beneath her and she wouldn’t notice.

Toeing over to the kitchen, Ryujin slips effortlessly into her. They piece together as they always do, her docking behind the taller girl as if there was no other way they could fit. Ryujin’s hands slide through her arms and settle onto the bed of Yeji’s midriff, earning her an innocuous shudder. Her chin finds its usual spot on her shoulder and she feels Yeji relax into the familiarity of her embrace.

“Whatcha looking–”

Ryujin starts, then stops, her eyes answering her before Yeji’s mouth can.

Chaeryeong.

Yeji is looking at Chaeryeong.

And now, Ryujin is looking at her.

No.

Gawking at her.

Framed by the window behind her and illuminated by the light shining through its glass, Chaeryeong is nothing if not breathtaking. Posted up on the couch in their living room, she seems almost otherworldly. Her eyes are cast forward, legs coquettishly tucked beneath herself. Her lips are a rich red, a shade so saccharine that she’s not sure if it’s from the lollipop in her mouth or from an earlier decision to give Ryujin a reason to kiss her for when she got home – as if she’s ever needed a reason to do that.

What really gets to her are the gossamer locks that fall around Chaeryeong’s face. Each strand seems placed almost strategically so, as if she was trying to highlight the curve of her cheeks or the overhangs of her ears. The blonde hair has been a part of their lives for a couple of weeks now and she and Yeji have been quite enthusiastic in showing her how much they enjoy the new look (with Chaeryeong responding just as enthusiastically to the affirmations – both verbally and physically).

All of that is wrapped up in a pair of form-fitting leggings and a sweater that Ryujin rates as dangerous as it looks comfortable. The shoulders of it are bare, showing off Chaeryeong’s own – two more reasons and places for Ryujin’s mouth to meet – but the bottom of it is just as alluring. Not cropped per se, but just short enough to reveal a small, tantalizing strip of stomach that begs to be seen more of and touched.

It takes a moment, but Ryujin’s brain eventually reboots before filling itself with all the possibilities that an empty house and a full day ahead can provide the three of them.

A low hum starts in Ryujin’s chest. She begins to paw at the clothes and skin Yeji has unwittingly offered up to her. Her eyes narrow in and focus on the sight before her, feeling like the beast of prey she’s sometimes likened to. It wouldn’t be the first time she, or any of them, has been compared to a cat. And while Ryujin has never been one to beat any allegations, she always thought there were more poignant examples of her behavior that could be described as “feline.”

The videos her dad sends her of Byulie are the first that come to mind. They all start out with the creature parked on top of some table or shelf, just waiting for a way to stir up some chaos. He always finds it too – some unfortunate mug or ornament that was left behind or forgotten. He’ll wait until someone sees him before pushing the object with his paw until there’s nothing but air holding it up.

And that is what she wants to do to Chaeryeong.

To take this priceless porcelain and turn it into pieces.

“Jinnie…”

The name draws her back to the kitchen and she finds Yeji rigid beneath her, having played surrogate to the notions bouncing around Ryujin’s head. There are goosebumps where the pads of her fingers have touched. The fringe of Yeji’s white tank top is creased and wrinkled by the antsy clutch of Ryujin’s other hand. Even her heart is pounding faster now.

She doesn’t know how Yeji has survived standing here for so long – content to watch Chaeryeong as she is and choosing to do nothing about it – but Ryujin decides the only thing she can do is make that choice just a little clearer.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Ryujin tickles the bottom of Yeji’s ear with her lips before pressing them against the spot where her cinnamon is strongest. The smell is even more intense now as the aroma washes over Ryujin and warms every facet of her. “Am I distracting you from the view?” Yeji shivers from the contact as she slides her hand over the tent in her pants that she expected to find.

“I’ll take that as a yes…” She starts to touch her through her clothes, palming her through her sweats while her other hand cups one of Yeji’s breasts. Ryujin swears that Yeji’s not wearing any underwear and combining that with the flash of red on Chaeryeong’s lips, it makes her wonder if the both of them were conspiring anything for her once she was done with the shoot.

Yeji cranes her head back to kiss her, getting the side of Ryujin’s mouth in the process. On instinct, she returns it with a touch of her own, but she manages to keep herself from going any farther.

“She just looks so good…” She butts her head into Yeji’s to keep her eyes locked on the prize. At the same time, her hand dips under the waistband of Yeji’s pants before slicking her palm with the pre-cum coming off of Yeji’s cock. “Doesn’t she?” She ends the question by wrapping her hand around Yeji’s shaft and stroking, feeling it get even harder in her fingers.

“Fuck…” A swear proves to be Yeji’s answer as she eagerly bucks forward, asking for more.

Ryujin hisses when Yeji moves back against her, the other girl unwittingly (or not) pressing her ass into her own erection. It makes Ryujin’s hands move faster as she pulls Yeji closer to her, both of their sights glued to the oblivious girl in the living room.

Though Chaeryeong appears to have not even noticed them, it doesn’t mean that she still isn’t able to fuck with them. After minutes of sitting still, the blonde girl randomly decides to take the lollipop out of her mouth. She licks at it and lets it rub against the fullness of her lips. It’s done so purposefully that Ryujin thinks there’s no way she doesn’t know she’s being studied.

“Faster,” Yeji grits through her teeth.

Instead, Ryujin makes a fist around the head of Yeji’s cock and squeezes, stifling the pleasure that was building up there. It makes Yeji groan and turn to her, a severe expression on her face.

“Sorry.” She leans in to nuzzle the side of Yeji’s head and that calms her instantly. Albeit at a slower pace, Ryujin decides to reward her by easing the grip she has around her and returning to her previous movements. “I just don’t want you wasting any of it. Wouldn’t you rather save it for our pretty little princess over there?”

Ryujin can feel Yeji throb in her hand as a rumble vibrates through the older girl’s throat. She takes note of the way Yeji clenches her jaw and it reminds her of the pedigree of blood that flows through her – not too dissimilar to her own – and that’s when Ryujin realizes it wasn’t a rumble. It was a growl.

“So perfect and put together…” Ryujin’s voice is low and husky as her own nature flares up in response to Yeji’s primal display. Their princess – Chaeryeong belongs to them. Not in the way a person owns a painting, but in the way a lady belongs to the knights of her court. To those who protect her. Serve her. Service her.

“Can you picture it?” Ryujin huffs. “What she’ll look like once we’re done.”

Ryujin inhales sharply as she sketches out the image in her mind. Though not a growl, the thrum of the blood coursing through her is just as loud as she’s relegated her own pleasure to the pressure and friction afforded to her from grinding into Yeji’s backside.

“That perfectly applied lipstick, smeared all over her…The hair she must’ve spent all morning teasing, a complete mess…Body boneless, chest heaving, sore, and leaking both of our–”

“Yeji?”

They freeze when they hear Chaeryeong’s voice from across the room. The lollipop stem is sticking out of her mouth as she looks at them, bewildered. Her eyes are scanning the situation in front of her and Ryujin can see it on her face how Chaeryeong arrives at the realization of what could possibly be going on. The order in which her eyes flick from Yeji’s to Ryujin’s. How they travel down Yeji’s own rising chest to the place below her waist where Ryujin’s hand has stilled itself once again.

“Ryujin.” She swallows as she looks back to their faces, her voice as steady as she can make it. “When’d you get home?”

“A few minutes ago.” Ryujin smirks through her answer as she snakes her hand out from Yeji’s waistband. A beleaguered pant escapes out of Yeji’s mouth from the loss of contact while Ryujin decides to play along with the nonchalance of Chaeryeong’s tone. “I was gonna say hi, but I got preoccupied with our trusty leader over here.”

“Oh.” Chaeryeong nods innocently at the same time her cheeks flush red. She makes an anxious grasp towards the bottom of her sweater while her thighs rub together impatiently. “Is everything okay? Do you…want me to come over there?”

Yeji has never moved faster than when she responds to Chaeryeong with an almost violent nod. Ryujin can feel her stiffening in anticipation as Chaeryeong stands up from the couch. She breathes in deep when the tart, sweetness of the girl’s cherry scent cuts through the woody haze of Yeji that Ryujin has surrounded herself with.

She was never a huge fan of the smell when she was younger, always preferring more citrusy-type things, but Chaeryeong has changed that. Now, she can’t not picture the girl whenever she walks by a fruit stand in the spring or when she orders a milkshake and sees that red dot on top.

There’s a small stagger in Chaeryeong’s gait as she gets closer, a sign of her hitting the wall of Ryujin and Yeji’s intermingled perfume. The cinnamon-chocolate aura surely has permeated the whole kitchen by now and she can see the way it sinks into Chaeryeong by the dilation of her pupils and pep in her step.

“Unnie…” Chaeryeong looks at them as they turn to face her, but Ryujin can tell she’s much more interested in Yeji – or to be more accurate, the state that Yeji is in after being teased for so long.

“Yeah, she’s been like this ever since I came in.” Yeji stands pliant in her hands as Ryujin leans over and jostles her from side-to-side to illustrate her point. “I dunno for how long, but she was just…staring at you.”