I turn to Ben again, pressing my lips to his. He moans, nipping my lower lip. “This is so strange,” he mumbles against my mouth. “Fucking hot, though, right?”
I moan my agreement, twitching as Parker adds more paint to my body. This time, my thighs. They shuffle around, and when Ben stiffens slightly before relaxing again, I figure Parker is doing the same to him that they did to me.
A warm hand closes around my cock. I’d know Parker’s touch anywhere. I groan against Ben’s mouth, and when he answers with his own and a slight hitch in his breathing, I know Parker is doing the same to him.
The hand disappears, and I nearly whine. “Press together,” Parker mumbles. “Rut against each other.”
Ben breaks, hooking an arm around my paint-covered waist, and pulls me to him.
“Pin him to the floor, Lan.”
I listen instantly, rolling Ben onto his back and climbing over him.
He grips my ass, his fingers sliding over the paint. Is there a handprint there now? Proof of the way he touches me? I groan, rocking my hips down desperately, chasing the pleasure and the friction.
“Yes,” Parker sighs, and I shudder hard. “Just like that. So beautiful. Keep going. Put your fingers in his hair, Ben.”
Ben breaks away with a gasping inhale. “I have paint on my hands.”
“It’ll wash out,” Parker says softly, and I nod in full agreement.
Tangling his hands in my hair, Ben groans, dragging me back to him for another kiss.
“Art is like life,” Parker muses. “Messy and chaotic. But so fucking beautiful.”
Ben’s fingers tighten in my hair, and he grinds up into me, his cock sliding against mine.
“Purple,” Parker whispers, almost trancelike. “Purple for the way I feel when I wake up tangled between you. So close that I don’t know where you are and I’m not, only that we’re together.”
I groan into our kiss when Ben shudders under me, rolling his hips almost desperately.
“Pink.” Parker’s warm fingers trail down my spine, making me thrust harder against Ben. “For the way I watch you two melt into each other. Just like this.”
“Fuck,” Ben moans, fingers tugging hard on my hair. “Fuck, I’m so close.”
“Blue,” Parker says. “Pale sky blue.”
I grind harder against Ben, my cock leaking all over him. His fingers are flexing over and over in my hair, tugging and releasing with each sloppy swipe of his tongue and each roll of his hips.
“I’m gonna come,” I choke out, heat racing up and down my spine and settling low in my balls.
“Stop,” Parker says sternly. I freeze, body tense. Ben’s whimpering, his cock throbbing hard against mine. There’s so much pre-cum between us that it feels like lube, and I’m barely hanging on. I’m fighting with everything I have not to keep going. “Gold.”
Something cool touches my sides—more paint. Just a fingertip up each side, then Ben shivers as Parker does the same to him.
“I had it all wrong before,” they muse, almost to themself. “Keep going now.”
Oh, fuck. I roll my hips again. You’d think the cooldown would have taken me down a notch. It hasn’t. I’m still right on the edge. So fucking close to blowing that my balls are tightening and my muscles are coiled.
“Love isn’t red or pink. Not like I thought. Not at all.”
Ben makes a raspy, whiny sound against my lips, his breath coming in choppy pants. We’re barely even kissing anymore at this point.
“It’s purples and pinks spread across a blue sunlit sky. And the sun, a brilliant gold, casting a hopeful glow on everything it touches. You were right, Lan. I did get to try again. Like this. With you two. And love is morebeautiful than even I could have imagined. More beautiful than a simple canvas could ever contain.”
Ben’s fingers tighten in my hair, his body going taut as he arches into me. A loud cry tears from his throat, his voice breaking as his warm cum floods the space between us.
I’m done.
