Who's The Fairest Of Them All?

“Shh, my sweet boy,” she whispered in his ear, making him shiver. “Just stay still, Hanzo’s almost ready.”

Kuai glanced over to where Hanzo was, setting out an artists palette with various colours of body paint. He’d seen Hanzo paint before, usually on a canvas, and he wasn’t bad at it. Well, at least in Kuai’s opinion, granted he didn’t know much about art. For all he knew, Hanzo’s paintings could be seen as terrible in the eyes of an expert, but to Kuai they were beautiful.

How well it was going to transfer onto Kuai’s body, he wasn’t sure.

“Why do you look so worried, love?” Harumi questioned, rubbing her thumbs in circles into his hips. He wasn’t sure what about that action comforted him, but it never failed to quell his nerves.

“I am worried it won’t look good on me,” Kuai admitted, feeling Harumi press her chest to his back. “That it will be a waste of paint.”

“Because you aren’t sure of Hanzo’s artistic abilities, or because it’s going on your body?”

It was weird, how easily Harumi was able to read Kuai, far better than he could himself most of the time. Because now that he thought about it, yes, that was what concerned him. He was insecure about his body at the best of times, having it highlighted so much was not something he’d go out of his way to do. His silence seemed to answer her question as she sighed, and wrapped her arms around his waist.

“You are beautiful, in every way.” She began to his down his neck and shoulder. “Maybe this way, you will see it yourself.”

Kuai did not have the chance to answer, as Hanzo was turning to them, pallette of body paint and a brush in hand. As he sat in front of Kuai on the bed, he gave Kuai a chaste kiss.

“Now, I’ll need you to stay still for me,” Hanzo instructed, running a hand down Kuai’s chest. “I’m going to make you a masterpiece.”

Kuai felt his mouth go dry, something in his mind stealing his voice from him, so all he could do was wordlessly nod. Hanzo gave him another kiss, while Harumi reached for Kuai’s arms. She pulled them behind his back, holding them there and giving Hanzo full access to Kuai’s torso.

Hanzo dipped the brush into the paint, a dark blue colour, and he brought it between Kuai’s pecs. The wet brush touched his skin and Kuai closed an eye as he tried to figure out in his own mind how it felt. It was strange and slimy, and just a little warmer than his skin was.

“Are you okay?” Harumi questioned and Kuai reopened his eyes and tilted his head enough to look at her.

“Yes, it just feels strange,” Kuai admitted, squinting as he felt Hanzo paint another stroke.

“Maybe I can help distract you,” she purred, before letting go of one of his arms and reaching for his chin instead.

She manoeuvred his face towards her slightly more, before leaning over his shoulder and claiming his lips with hers. As she did, the dildo moved slightly inside him and he moaned into her mouth. Harumi used this as a chance to slip her tongue inside. He concentrated on her tongue sweeping around his mouth, mingling with his own and the sensation of the dildo stretching him out. While he could still feel what Hanzo was doing, with his focus elsewhere it didn’t make him want to squirm as much.

Hanzo shifted slightly, resulting in his thigh pushing up against Kuai’s cock. He groaned into Harumi’s mouth, and she reached to stroke his hair in response.

Hanzo was taking his time, adding layer after layer of paint, going over the same spots of skin to perfect his artwork. Kuai kept his eyes screwed shut, decided he didn’t want to see until it was done. He couldn’t see what Harumi and Hanzo saw in him, he doubted he ever would. Maybe however, Hanzo could at least make something beautiful out of him.

Kuai wasn’t sure how long it took, all he knew was that after a while just having the dildo inside him wasn’t enough. He wanted to start fucking himself on it, but Hanzo had asked him to stay still. His breathing hitched as he tried to stop himself from moving.

“Shh, love,” Harumi softly whispered, petting his head and kissing his cheek. “He’s almost done, and then you can see what a work of art you are.”

Kuai whimpered, but continued to hold out. Indeed it didn’t take Hanzo long to pull away. His eyes blinked open and he looked down. What was painted on his chest looked strange, but it was likely because he was looking at it the wrong way up. Hanzo stood up from the bed, taking the palette and brush away. He then walked up to the foot of the bed, where a long object had been covered with a sheet. Kuai had no idea what it could be, right up until Hanzo yanked the sheet off.

And he found he was staring at himself.

A mirror. Kuai had no idea how he hadn’t realised that sooner, but that wasn’t important. Like this, Kuai could see the artwork more clearly, and the sight of it made him swallow hard.

The painting was of snowflakes, swirling around a blue dragon. The paints mixed together, shades to blue lovingly rendered across his skin. Hanzo’s work followed the contours of his body, working with him rather than despite of him. The dragon was elegant, wrapping around him, while the snowflakes were delicate. It was so very beautiful.

Far more beautiful than his body deserved.

Maybe his lingering doubts could be seen on his face, as Harumi began to kiss the back of his neck, her hands reaching for his hips.

“You still doubt your own beauty,” she whispered, using her hands to lift him slightly. “Keep your eyes on the mirror, I want you to see what we see.”

As she said that, she brought Kuai’s hips down to meet her lap again. He tried to do as she requested, keeping his eyes on the mirror. Difficult when Hanzo was stood next to it, lazily jerking his cock to the sight of his wife fucking his husband.

Kuai used his knees to repeatedly lift himself up and down, letting Harumi’s hold of him set the pace. He watched himself in the mirror, the way his body bounced on the dildo. He could see it repeatedly receded and enter him, the way his cock bounced with every bound. It was weird, watching his own pleasure like this. His face was flush, contorted with pleasure as he found himself struggling to breathe.

Whoever he was looking at in the mirror, was not the man he usually saw.

Kuai couldn’t see any of the flaws he usually did. The withered and scarred old man wasn’t there. Replaced by someone vulnerable, but not in a bad way. Someone soft, delicate, needing a gentle touch. Even the scars he could still see outside of the artwork were not marring his beauty. If anything, they were adding to it. He’d had to be tough for so long, and only here, in the embrace of his wife and husband, could he let his defences down.

Was this what they saw when they looked at him? Not the world weary warrior but someone who deserved the love they gave him?

He felt something hot and wet roll down his cheek, a tear he realised. One of Harumi’s hands left his hip and went to take hold of his cock instead. As she began to stroke, it increased his pleasure, now with every movement as he lifted himself off the dildo he fucked up until her hand. Despite wanting to screw his eyes shut, he was mesmerised by his own image in the mirror. The artwork, himself, the pleasure he could feel. It was all so much.

He came with a loud moan, pushing himself down as far as he could get onto the dildo. Harumi kept stroking him, he could see how his cum coated her hand as the aftershocks left him shaking. She removed her hand, and Kuai slumped forward, only stopping himself from falling face first into the bed. As Harumi pulled the dildo out of him, he felt the floodgates burst and a loud raw sob escape his lips.

Arms wrapping around him from all sides was immediate. Hanzo and Harumi embracing him, holding him close and letting him cry in their arms.

“I’m sorry,” he pathetically hiccuped, not entirely sure what his tears were caused by.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” Hanzo assured him, stroking his hair from his face and pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Absolutely nothing.”

“We love you, Kuai Liang,” Harumi added, burying her face into his neck. “You don’t always see in yourself what we do, but you must trust that what we do is see the truth.”

Kuai didn’t really know what else to say to that, just let himself go limp in their arms. He was safe, and even if it was just for a brief moment, he finally was able to see himself like they did.

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