Syzygy

                                    

                                          
I worried for so long before meeting them that the double soulmate date would be the most complicated, but they became the easiest of them all. Once I stopped questioning everything I was able to lean into my relationships with a freedom I'd never experienced. 
I was thriving at work, the hustle of the job making the days pass quickly. There wasn't a cup that needed filling in my life as I met people professionally, allowed my creativity to flow, and grew closer to a few people with whom I worked closely. In the evenings I found myself in town between the arms of the two men I was right on the edge of falling deeply in love with for a few drinks and long talks about futbol or food. 
Most nights we all slept together but every now and again I missed having the bed to myself after years of sleeping alone. On those nights they'd let me fall asleep without them, though I always woke with at least one snuggled under the sheets beside me.
If every cup used to measure my fulfillment were brimming, the one's for affection and sex overflowed. It started with Jungkook on a Friday evening when Taehyung was out of town for a show. He sat on a stool in front of his easel, painting the beautiful rolls and curves of a full-bodied woman as a commissioned piece for her husband's birthday. 
I busied myself painting tiny lavender hearts in a corner of the room, the repetitive pattern a relief from my chaotic workweek. I positioned myself with a perfect view of Jungkook, the loose, tattered jeans he wore hanging low on his hips and his naked upper body smudged with blotches of paint. 
We'd been switching off from eyeing each other until one would venture across the room. I'd sit on his lap, distracting him with kisses or he'd startle me with firm arms around my waist and his tongue against my neck. By the end of the night we were both undressed, making love on the floor until every shade of lavender and brown on our skin smeared together into a deep shade of plum. 
Jungkook was always fun, surprising me in the shower or tossing me over his shoulder in the middle of me cooking dinner with half chopped vegetables left out on the counter. Like with many things, he already seemed to know my favorite ways to be touched, so we spent days trying out new positions that had us falling over the bed with laughter and bringing in every wild idea possible. 
Taehyung was different. He learned quickly and kept his focus where he saw the greatest response. It almost became a challenge to him, to get me there over and over so that every time was harder and stronger. 
He was so intentional about everything, from the flowers he kept in a vase so that whenever I arrived home I was greeted with beauty to the intense way he talked me through every chilling climax. 
Jungkook kept to the plans he'd been making since the moment we met. We spent weekends checking out every attraction Milan had to offer, venturing through the country and into others for days exploring historical sites, lounging on beaches, and indulging in each other. Taehyung was always our social bridge and attracted to anything beautiful in sight which meant we were constantly pulled here and there since for him, there was beauty in everything. 
I enjoyed the few days we spent in Sicily the most. Jungkook booked the flight into Catania on a whim, begging me to call out of work for a couple of days through kisses the next morning. When they both started pleading it became impossible to decline, my skin tingling as they peppered me with small pecks.
After a day of traveling, first from the airport into town by train and to the hotel in a cab, we were spent on energy. I showered first, washing away the feeling of the day and unpacking my bag with a towel wrapped around me while they took their turns.
I'd been checking through every pocket of my suitcase when Jungkook finished, emerging from the bathroom in his underwear. He sat on the edge of the mattress next to Taehyung who still wore only his towel, too tired to dress.
"Did you ever bring me those clothes from the dryer?" My brow pulled together as I reached another empty compartment, catching onto the sly way Jungkook nudged Taehyung's shoulder with the question. "Those were my night clothes." 
They eyed me with a spark of impurity while I pulled on my panties, Taehyung reaching for my hand as soon as they were over my hips. With me standing between his legs he slipped his fingers between the split of my towel. His touch nor the lustful way Jungkook looked into my eyes could distract from the obvious words of thanks he mouthed to Jungkook. 
I slapped both of their cheeks playfully. "Maybe I'll take all of your t-shirts to sleep in so that you have to walk around the city shirtless since that's how you like to do things." I teased them. "But really, someone might want to get me a t-shirt because I want to order food and I'm sure you'd hate to risk the delivery person seeing me topless."
Jungkook pushed my head through the hole of one of his t-shirts like he was honoring the five second rule of dropping food, Taehyung and I giggling together while he pouted at the mere suggestion. 
I stood after switching the towel that covered me with the t-shirt, peeking my head around the bathroom entrance before going in. "Order drinks too."
Any noise outside of the bathroom was muted by the sound of the blowdryer. I styled my hair so that it could be maintained with little effort for the next few days, putting the last bobby pin into place as soon as the smell of fresh food crept under the door. I was out of the bathroom before Taehyung could close the door from the next delivery. He balanced a pizza box and styrofoam box on one palm with two wine bottles tucked into his other arm. When I reached out to help with the box he tilted his hand away to stop me, nodding toward the small area in front of the bed. 
I rolled my eyes at the united way they never let me carry anything. Taehyung had even adopted a habit of taking my purse on our walks home from work. We sat on a blanket Jungkook spread on the floor, eating pizza straight from the box and drinking wine out of the disposable mouthwash cups from the bathroom. 
While we drank we played a loose game of truth or dare that led to Jungkook running up and down the hall in his underwear, left Taehyung fully naked, and me with having to confess that the craziest place I ever had sex was in the library I worked at in Chicago.
By the bottom of the second bottle I was kissing both of them, switching back and forth so often because it was hard to choose who to stay with when I was in the middle. I paused between feeding them bites of cassata ricotta and savoring the sweet taste of cake on their lips. With our inhibitions lowered I climbed into bed, tossing Jungkook's shirt to the side with more confidence than I ever had. 
There was hardly any fabric between us and I could no longer distinguish touches from their mouths or hands. Where the first night we kissed felt like an eclipse, experiencing pleasure with them at the same time was more like when the sun, moon, and planet align in totality, syzygy.