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In a chamber of mirrors, a bed sits in the center. Vil is blindfolded, half naked, and full of unknown anticipation. He sits on his knees, thighs open and the bedding beneath him rises in heat. He can feel it, the warmth of his own body and the fluids that are only caresses away from flowing out.
“Meine Liebe..” a voice called from the room. It echoes like the mirrors, everlasting and beautifully reflective. The voice was his own but not him. Vil looked to the possible side it had came from, yet no answer.
“Hurry with this.” Vil impatiently said. His hands moved behind him, clenching the sheets that he could.
He felt the airy movement of another body closing towards his own. It was steady yet intense. Its hand moved from above his head to his cheek which it touched. It tilted Vil’s chin and turned it as it observed.
“My, what beauty..” It sighed in relief. It removed Vil’s blindfold and revealed lavender eyes as threatening and unpredictable as a snake’s. “You look as desperate as Rook now.” It inquired and sat on the bed in the same position.
It was Vil, a copy of him that’s just as ethereal and lewd. It stared at him like a cunning prey animal, knowing of his desires and needing to play with him while Vil looked at it like a defensive prey, not scared but protective, not in the mood to play.
They stared at each other for what felt like hours before Vil finally broke eye contact. He looked at its eyes, just as perfect as him and just as hot with desire. Without looking down, he takes a look at its chest, then its genitals, and then its eyes again. Those amethyst eyes that never seized its shivering gaze. His eyebrows twitched before he noticed that the distance between them had closed just slightly. His eyes soften from a serious look to uncontrollable submission.
They began to close in, closer and closer, until their eyes match each other’s lust. They take a second to breathe into each other’s mouths before connecting them. They made out, kissing like it was their last which was probable. They’re tongues locked and their saliva had a trail when they parted. They continued to kiss while they began to sit up on their knees to get closer.
Vil’s hands reach to the other’s head while it’s grasping his waist to push against its own. They part, pant, and continue. Their heat rises as the room grows colder, they grow denser in their own lust as they quickly change positions.
Vil was above his mimic, taking in the sight of his near perfect body. He kissed its neck, then curiously bit it, staining it with hickeys. It moaned like him, it grabbed his back like him. Vil sat up to take in the now bruised and desperate sight of his messed up image. “Meine güte,” he moaned, “why don’t you do shoots like this, hm?”
He pulled the body closer to him, its legs over his shoulder and his member touching its entrance. It fixed its hair, “Why don’t you?” It asked in response. They laughed. Vil was only a push away from entering it. His heart began to race as he realized that he’d be topping for the first time in months. Each time he was beneath his lover he’d only been full of desire unreachable by dominance. He only topped other times to try it or to reignite that feeling.
Vil reached it, he pat his tip on it and then pushed gently. It began to tense up, its hand loosely covering its mouth and other holding onto the bed behind it. As Vil pushed in deeper, he grunted to each shove. He felt the pulse of its aching body, “I can’t possibly.. be this tight..” he grunted.
They both moaned and sweat as they felt Grier bodied connect. Their skin to skin contact was nothing different from water hitting lit coal; steamy and hotter than an oventop. Vil panted as he made his last thrust inside, nearly cumming once he felt its prostate. Cockily, “It’s right here, you know..” it said.
Vil gnashed his teeth and thrusted inside of it once. He let out a long orgasm, “fuck” he moaned as it carried out. The cum filled it so much it poured from the seeps of its hole. It bit its nails and pressed its ass closer to Vil, urging for more simulation. It looked down to Vil in that same condescending manner he had. Rook was so damn lucky.
Vil pulled out and let all the cum pour out gently. He kissed its mouth again as they readjusted. This time, Vil was on his knees and it was above his thighs. They finally connected again and it began to move up and down from his cock. Vil’s airy moans filled the room as he helped it reach its limit. Its heal threw back as he felt his prostate being teased again. It moaned sharply to each touch. Vil grabs onto its dick and begins to stroke it with increasing intensity. Its moans grow louder as its time begins to fade.
“Right there, Vil, fuck” it cried. Its hands grabbed onto Vil’s back, hard and painfully. Vil’s grip on its cock tightened, he didn’t expect it to hurt that much. Vil grunt as he pushed his own cock further in. It gasped heavily before it came all over Vil’s chest. It twitched and moaned forever before falling off of that cock of his.
Vil fell beside it, it kissed him in return and they made out again. Their tongues nearly mimicked their last position as they moved in and out of each other. They fucked themselves into each other as breathless as they were. Vil couldn’t stop staring into its eyes and neither could it. Vil positions his leg above its hip, teasing its cock with his own. They both shutter as they touch on each other’s waist and chest. They nearly turn grey before they decide it was enough.
It turns over, allowing Vil above it. Hastily, Vil inserted its cock into himself desirably. He arched before he began the same movements it had, this time more railing. His hips grooved against its things while he bounced in circular motions. It cursed as its nails dug into his hips. Vil moaned with the burning sensation beneath him, hips finally bucked and nearing the edge.
The sound of wet skin slapping against each other is as loud as their moans together. It starts to fuck into Vil more, its hips rising as his body begins to swell in his lower abdomen. Both of their movements turn messy and unstable. The heat from their bodies rise into the air as they sweat their final drops. Vil lets out a screaming moan as he cums, followed by its final gasp.
Vil falls back onto the bed sheet as the other slowly fades into nothing. Its breath drops and his heart neutralizes to its normal pace.
“Happy birthday” the ceiling seemed to say.