My Soulmates are IDOLS Books 2+3 | 18+ [SoulBond Series]

259:homework

"And not even participate?" she hummed and his cock twitched to life, pleasure jerking in his belly. She twisted the remote between her fingers, drumming her digits over the circles that seemed to determine his fate. His thighs jiggled as he clenched, pelvic muscles squeezing emptily over the memory of the toy.

He hissed, biting on his lips. "J-just a bit."

"What about touch?" She dragged a thumb over his hips and his abdominal muscles clenched, sensitivity turning him weak with lust. "Just a little?"

"Only a little," he exhaled ragged and lost at his own game.

"What about taste?" She murmured; lips pressed between a wet, silky tongue. His eyes darted sharply to her mouth then, entranced by the juicy red colour. Juicy, why the fuck did he describe it as juicy? Now all he could think of was wet, wet—"Lick?" She teased, sticking out her tongue. Then raised a knowing brow. "No?"

He didn't know what to say to that, voice choked in his throat. It should be a no. It should be.

"What about sex?" she said, eyes glittering, evil and always, always so damn hot.

"That's a firm no baby," Ezra chuckled. "Stop fucking up the game." A game? MinJae glared at his partner in crime. It wasn't a fucking game! It was life and fucking death this was war! This was them versus her the biggest boss in their tiny little lives—

"Fine. Fine. So you two are going to fuck while I watch." Her nose wrinkled, and MinJae squirmed. He changed his mind he didn't really like this game anymore. He sort of wanted it to end already. She moved and he was lost when the gold that swirled between them disappeared, withdrawal symptoms hitting him square in the chest. "Interesting."

She leaned back, breaking free from the tangle of his legs as she swiped at the cum that he'd drenched over her clothes, rubbing at the sticky wetness with a raised brow. Semen that he'd only spewed because of her touch. Semen that he could only release because she was under him. Semen that was determined to only be released within her—FUCK.

"You deserve it." MinJae repeated, but there was no fire in his voice and all that was left was the soft whimper of need.

"I do," she agreed, easily, knowingly, much too happily. "Interesting punishment. Very, very interesting." She smiled getting a little too comfortable on the bed as she kicked her feet in the air. Too excited and too happy. He might have forgotten that she used to write erotic gay fanfiction. "Go on."

Fuck now it felt like his punishment. Oh fuck, what did they get themselves into? MinJae glanced up at Ezra who looked just as fucked up as he felt. He glanced back at his soulmate, suddenly nervous. Her gaze meandered over his body like water down his skin, dipping over the curves and ripples. And MinJae swore his nipples shrivel into tight, hardened peaks from either lust or fear. Her answering smile exploded him from the inside out.

"You two are so cute!"

Oh, fuck her! Anger rippled through him, unabated fury that could possibly distort the surrounding air and burn everything in its way. He snarled, teeth bared and lips curled, aggressive and angry. He tried to stare her down but the lazy smirk fought bravely against him. He turned, biting his lip aggressively as he tried to stamp down the need to just give up and submit.

"MinJae..." Ezra murmured as he angrily pushed his chest. "Don't you think—"

He wasn't thinking.

His lips found Ezra's with a need to reclaim his dignity. Their tongues battled, hot and wet until habit overtook his brain and he groaned as Ezra nipped at his lips, skilfully coiling over his sensitive spots. His head couldn't help reminding him again and again how much better it felt when it was Amber. Soft, and small with that delicious gold that swirled within him like the sky to his sun. They broke apart and he pushed Ezra down, angry and delirious.

"Get down," he hissed tugging at his pants.

"And now we're fucking me?" Ezra gasped back, the panic bright in the usually dark eyes.

"We're not fucking me," MinJae spat back, rolling his eyes at the strange inclusion of a third person in his words. They were not doing this with her! Did he not remember that? "We're fucking you. I told you that."

"Fuck."

They kissed again as the pants went off, and then the black silk underwear that was dripping with pre-cum which he tossed to the side. His gaze followed it despite the supposed lover in his arms, his own eyes betraying his need to take another glance at his soulmate. Amber simply picked up their clothes and folded it neatly at the side with a smile. She glanced up at him and he snapped his head back to Ezra, not wanting to let her see that he'd been staring.

"I don't know what you're trying to prove," Ezra hissed.

"I'm trying to fuck you, stop distracting me," MinJae groaned, but who was he kidding? He was distracted by Amber and now everything he did felt oddly scrutinised. His skin felt on fire under her gaze and he trembled as pressed Ezra's legs apart with a heavy slam, ignorant of his straining hamstrings. The older male cursed as his legs gave a soft crack of protest.

"Fuck! Can you be gentle MinJae?"

He swallowed, trembling fingers stroking Ezra's cock as he fingered the vibrator in his ass, digging into the buttons that controlled its vibrations. Right, he could raise the settings. The egg-shaped silicon groaned to life and Ezra's hips jerked into the air, lips parted as it thumped viciously against his prostate. His nervous fingers slipped and the vibrations escalated, the buzz now an audible drone in the room. Ezra's hips lurched into the air his voice choked with more discomfort than pleasure.

"SHIT! MinJae!"

"Sorry!"

He stammered, desperately trying to get it back down but the vibrator wasn't that great. The kind that went up and then down, and he stared, helpless as it continued to escalate. Ezra was hissing, breath catching as he twisted and buried his face into the pillow.

"Minnie," the low chuckle of honeyed dulcet had him freezing in place. And his body noticeably shivered, so wound up that her voice made his cock twitch and spew with another bead of pre-cum. He bit onto his lip, heart racing and pulsating in his chest—"Can I take notes?"

What the ever-loving fuck?

He turned to see his soulmate with a pencil in one hand and a sketchbook in another with a bright shit-eating grin on her beautiful face. She pursed her lips together deep in concentration, as she dragged another line over the paper in harried strokes. There was no lust in her eyes when she drew them, no burn of heat in those magnificent orbs and that just fanned the flames in his chest.

"This is an amazing nude model session. I'd love to draw you two, I'm so inspired. And you're both just so beautiful, this will be amazing if I use it in my portfolio—"

He was flattered but—"You're going to do homework now?" His jaw dropped as he said that, crawling up to her to pick up her sketchbook. He stared at it, noting the visible shapes and drags of gestural figures on the paper. She'd managed to draw five works while they'd been at it, busy trying to piss her off, busy trying to keep up with the charade. And she wasn't even fucking pissed.

She was using them for fucking homework.

HOMEWORK.

He closed the book with a sharp angry snap, pushing it to the side with an angry slam. Her eyes went round as he pulled her over, dragging her towards Ezra with angry stomps of his knees as he crawled. Oh, he was mad. He was really, really mad.

"Oh, so I'm joining in now?" she piped out. "Cool."