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Loki could feel the brush of heat across his face that signaled sunlight was breaking through the crack of his blinds, birds noisily chattering, loud enough to travel through the glass, a wet spot where a light helping of drool fell from his mouth under his head on the pillow’s suffocatingly soft surface. Light flashing over his eyes, creating a screen of red under his eyelids, then flickering away just as quickly.
Still he refused to move from the confines of his cool white sheets. Awake he could feel the air over the few traces of bare skin left out. His left calf kicked off the side of the bed, a sliver of his stomach exposed where his shirt was riding up his abs, the right side of his neck opposite to where his head was turned to the side.
The soft mattress under his weight, the softer pillow cushioning his head, picked with the utmost care, tested against every other because Loki’s rest had to be perfect, and Loki only deserves perfection is what Hugo said at least.
Speaking of his favorite person in the world, his favorite worshipper, his love, his light, his darkness, Loki pulled the figure in his arms closer.
He was soft, and warm, and smaller than he remembered Hugo being. In his sleep dazed state he paid the difference no mind and nuzzled his face into the silk under his nose, until he could feel the solid base of a scalp against his lips.
There was muscle, but not as much as he remembered, the body in his arms was lean, but not skinny. Loki could most definitely feel the dormant power packed into those limbs.
He shifted, trying to feel Hugo’s face that was no longer a sharp nose and defined cupid lips, it was rounder, smaller, his nose flatter, his lips fuller. Hugo’s large frame now slim and lithe in Loki’s hold, Hugo’s side now soft and curved and noticeably slimmer, the missing muscle in Hugo’s chest, replaced with plush extra matter.
Loki shot up out of bed, the sheets rising with his movement.
And when he looked down he didn’t see his boyfriend, he saw a woman. With dark skin and a sharp jaw and fully dressed (except for a blue silk bonnet) in his bed.
The radiation of Julian’s panic caused her to stir, Loki’s eyes widened as hers started to flutter open. A warm brown, almost gold, squinting up at him… at Loki who was still practically on top of her, leaning over her side as if to pin her down.
They stared at each other, golden eyes meeting gold, she blinked, and Loki blinked as well. He fell back to sit on his knees at her side and tried to give her some room.
She stared at him, still on her back, eyes so wide and so bright, like a star, like how Hugo would describe his own eyes.
She cleared her throat awkwardly and pushed herself up on her elbows, backing away slowly until he could lean on the headrest.
The woman wasn’t scared, at least she didn’t seem so, unlike Loki who was sure most women would be alone in bed with a random man. He sympathized with her, but was also grateful she didn’t punch him in the face.
To keep that from happening he finally nodded to her, “Hello,” He scratched at the back of his head awkwardly, “Uhh, do you know how you got into my bed?” Loki smiled politely, trying to hide the slither of irritation crawling up his spine.
She stared for a second before shaking her head, “No, I don’t know where I am, actually.” She paused, “I was just asleep next to my girlfriend and I woke up next to you.”
He bit his lip, "Weird, I was just asleep next to my boyfriend too.”
She nodded in acknowledgement, and they sat in silence for a moment longer.
“I apologize,” she started, glancing around, “for invading your space.”
Loki shook his head, shoulders slumping, “It’s no problem, I just hope Hugo is nearby.” he sighed, basically to himself.
Her face raised slightly, intrigued, “Is that your boyfriend's name?”
He nodded wistfully, only a little suspicious at her sudden curiosity, “Yes, Vivien Hugo.”
She bit her lip, similarly to the way he did, same focus on the middle, same absent minded drag across the flesh from bottom to top, then again, and again.
Weird.
“That’s my girlfriend’s name.” She finally mused, still lost in thought.
Loki snorted, “Viven Hugo?”
“Yes actually, Vivienne though.”
He sighed a breathy laugh, “What are the odds my boyfriend and your girlfriend are the same person.”
She stifled a soft giggle unsuccessfully, “Well it’d be a shame if they were cheating on the both of us.”
Loki shook his head, smiling fondly, anyone who cheated on him would be genuinely crazy. Hugo would say so himself, he was positive.
He held out a hand meaning for her to shake it, “Julian Loki.”
She took the message, grasping his palm, smiling harder and covering it with her free hand, "Juliana Loki.”
Loki—no, Julian’s eyes widened in disbelief, “Okay, this is getting insane.”
Juliana moved closer, studying his face, and Loki felt himself flush. Their faces were really close, she seemed to realize that because she backed up apologetically, a matching red on her cheeks.
“We do kind of look alike.” She said, hopping off the bed. Julian took in her clothes for the first time, a cute poka-dot top that tied in the front and exposed her stomach, she wore simple athletic shorts that framed the built muscle of her thighs like a meal.
Julian took her in, up and down. She was attractive, he would admit, but Hugo was his only love, his guide, his favorite worshipper. Her thighs could not compare to his boyfriend’s, those creamy white thighs, god—
Juliana was looking around for something, he realised, and without thinking he called out, “The bathroom is the second door, to the left.”
She looked back and beamed thankfully, “How did you know?” She gasped brightly, and he truly didn’t know how he knew.
He shrugged, “I guess we really are the same person.” Because if he was in her situation, he’d be looking for a mirror to compare their looks too.
Without her having to ask he heaved himself out of bed, the mattress rising with the absence of his weight, and made his way over to the now open bathroom door.
There was a shift in the air, in the enclosed space it was colder like the sun couldn’t touch it, but their tempered glass window covered a good third of the wall in the shower.
They stood beside each other in the mirror, and he too could see the similarities in their looks. Same golden, narrowed eyes, same sharp jaw, same defined cheekbones, same slim neck and pump lips. The only noticeable difference was their muscle distribution.
Under the shoulders of his pajama shirt Julian’s broad muscles were obvious, while Juliana’s shoulders were leaner, the muscle hidden unless she were to flex.
And, another difference…
Julian’s eyes trailed down Juliana’s front, where the most clear differences showed, first her waist, he could probably fit in between his hands, her abs were solid and visible, not big necessarily but enough to be quite sturdy, next was obviously chest size, and then the muscles in their hips…
And her legs: slim yes, but muscular no less. Made for running without a doubt, to propel her smaller body forward at crazy speeds, just like Julian’s were made to push him.
It was like they were just the genderbent versions of each other. He wouldn’t be surprised if she plays soccer.
He turned to her fast enough to see her eyes rising from his chest (ha), and their mouths opened at once to say,
“Do you play soccer?”
They were silent for a second before big smiles broke out on each of their faces.
“I thought so,” Juliana started, “your calves, and your hips—”
“And your thighs,” Julian picked up, “if not soccer I would’ve thought volleyball, or parkour."
She blushed, smiling, “Aw, thank you. You’re pretty muscular all around, I was thinking parkour too at first.”
He smiled, feeling his cheeks heat as well, “Would you like a coffee? We could try and find our partners then.”
“I’d love to,” she smiled politely, it was eerily similar to his own smile, “Let me fix my hair first.”
—
Of course, the female him had a pixie cut.
It was basically a grown out buzz actually, but geled to her scalp in pretty swirling patterns.
With it Julian could really see the lines of her face better, it was refreshing to see somehow.
And they found their partners in the kitchen, both sipping from steaming cups, not a care in the world apparently.
Female Hugo had that same delicate look that he did, even more so somehow. Her face was small and elegant like a porcelain doll of sorts. Her hair the same wine red, same shaggy cut, just slightly longer.
And she was absolutely gorgeous.
Her eyelashes were so long, almost longer than the male Viven’s, her simple sleeveless tank top loose on her chest. Julian blush seeing her.
Then completely lost his mind at the sight of his boyfriend (yes Loki’s, the male one’s boyfriend) sitting at the counter being all shirtless and sexy first thing in the morning.
His eyes were still glinting with sleep, his hair tousled perfectly, legs spread like he owned the place, and Julian might’ve been drooling.
Juliana was in the same boat, staring bullets into her own partner. Her eyes glossed over locking onto the woman’s chest. They exchanged mutual respect through a look when their eyes met again.
By then they had been noticed, the second they had walked through the thresthold together, actually.
Matching dark eyes locking onto the two of them, Loki realized there were barely any changes in that department, still empty but full, still all consuming, still yearning. It made Julian shiver pleasantly.
Being desired, being praised, and the combination of them was more appraisal than he thinks he could handle.
“Hello,” Hugo starts, his Hugo, relaxed against the breakfast bar, muscle tensing deliciously with every shift, voice smooth as silk, still as deep and mind numbing as he remembered it.
It takes a bit for Julian to remember to say anything back, he’s brought back by Juliana’s grip on his bicep, an amazed look in her eyes at Viven’s shirtless build.
If female him was staring at his boyfriend, he took that as permission to stare at her girlfriend.
He glanced over at female Hugo, and found her staring dead at him, eyes just as familiarly piercing, the only difference from the man beside her was her chest which was softer and larger.
Loki swallowed as an amused glint sparked in her gaze, and she smiled at him and everything felt hot.
“Hey,” he finally choked out, standing awkwardly in place like those eyes were pinning him there.
He didn’t want to move, his legs felt like jello, so unlike his natural instinct to stand tall and puff out his chest, preening confidently under the shared gaze, to hold it up like it was nothing. Luckily, his partner, the ever perfect Hugo, came to him.
The tall man slunk off the chair lazily, strolling over to where the Loki’s stood. He looked over at the female him, who met his eyes calmly with a polite smile, oozing a confidence that was almost predatory. It reminded him so much of he and Hugo’s first meeting he felt sick.
Then the red head turned to him, black eyes filling with light, with Loki’s light.
Vivian pulled a slow hand up to rest at Juilan’s cheek, and he didn’t stutter, he didn’t gasp, he didn’t flinch. Loki leamed into the contact ever so slightly, and stared up at him through his lashes, as if content to let Hugo worship him however he pleased.
Juilana was capable of moving apparently, she steped to the side just enough to give the girl version of Hugo space to embrase her.
The height difference between them was most obvious as women, Juliana barely reaching over Vivienne’s chin.
The bigger of the two did all of the work, she held Juliana into her chest and burried her face into the girlfriend’s neck, taking a slow, full inhale of Juliana’s soap and chocolate-ish coffee scented body mist.
Juliana held still and allowed herself to be manhandled passively, not a hint of discomfort or struggle on her face. The first move she made to touch her lover was a light pat of the back with a knowing close-eyed smile.
Julian’s eyes flicked back to Hugo at the feeling of strong arms around his waist, weight drapped over his shoulder, of firm hands latched over his hips.
He felt the faintest of blushes try to press through his cheeks, luckily not too visible due to his darker skin tone.
Hugo’s breath was hot against his ear, so hot, not too hot or overwhelming, but it was driving him insane. He could feel it curling into the pores of his skin, the sensitive nerves in the area set alight. And then the heat moved down from the lobe of his ear, it moved to the cervice of his neck, and Julian couldn’t hold back a shiver that made Hugo press an apologetic kiss against the area.
It didn’t do much apology wise, just made his quiver harder in Hugo’s arms, which he had the nerve to be enjoying.
Loki pushed at Vivian’s tricep noncommittally, the flush over his face getting darker, “You’re excited this morning.” He noted.
Hugo rubbed his face against Julian’s neck like an animal marking territory, he looked up at Loki with those dark, endless eyes.
“Just missed you.” Vivian murmured against his cheek
Julian huffed and it came out as a laugh, “We saw each other yesterday?”
Hugo groaned slightly, “I was separated from you to make room for our counterparts.”
Loki raised an eyebrow, “You didn’t leave yourself?” To which Hugo shook his head somberly.
“I woke up on the couch, with her,” He motioned to the side, where the girls were still curled up together. Vivienne mostly immersed in kissing up Juliana’s neck and whispering illegible nothings into the cruve of her ear.
Julian smiled lightly, leaning into Hugo's chest further, “There was also a letter, I don’t know if you guys saw it.”
He perked up as Hugo pulled back to reach over the counter. His boyfriend returns with a note, a simple single sheet of paper with Times New Roman double-spaced bullet points.
The caption was a font larger, red against the usual black and commanding attention.
Day 5: Free (Gender Swap)
Loki scrutinized it closely, “What does ‘Day: 5’ mean?”
Vivian shrugged, and their female counterparts wandered over, (well, Juliana did, Vivienne displayed impressive upper body strength by staying latched onto her neck).
Juliana leaned over Hugo’s shoulder, rising to her toes subtly to try and look over at him (and failed), “What’s that?”
Vivienne unlatched herself from her girlfriend's neck and settled on holding her waist gently, “A message from whatever brought us here, I basically told you everything in it earlier.”
Loki was a bit surprised that she wasn’t just being horny earlier, but it was still Hugo, who has always valued efficiency.
He realized that he should probably read the bullet points too, and sighed in amusement at the first one.
“I guess we are the same person,” He turned to Juliana, who nodded to him.
“Who would’ve guessed.” She asked rhetorically, and Loki felt it was the funniest thing in the world, but maybe that’s just because he was talking to himself.
“This is kind of awesome,” He mused, and truthfully his ego puffed slightly, because what normal human could meet the opposite gendered version of themself. He was chosen for this, whatever it was, he and his Hugo.
Juliana had a look in her eye and was signalled that she agreed, but only somewhat, and her cheeks flushed a deep color.
“Did you… read the full thing?”
Julian pursed his brows and turned back to the paper, skimming through each line until the last one.
His eyes popped wide, and Juliana smiled, flustered.
5. Both parties must engage in sexual relations with the other in order for the gap in reality to be restored.
Warning: Must be done within 24 hours before the gap rips permanently and reality itself is threatened.
Julian narrowed his eyes in exasperation, “That makes no sense literally at all.”
“Exactly,” He jumped when Vivienne hummed, “How do those two scenarios correlate?”
“It's definitely strange.” Vivian cut in, “But… I don’t have an issue with the idea.”
Loki, both of them, turned to look up at him in shock, clearing her throat slightly, Juliana spoke for them both, “We just met?”
Vivienne tilted her head, “Have we though? We’re technically the same people.”
Julian gave both Hugo’s teasing looks, a small smirk trying to hold itself from growing on his face, “Perverts.”
—
And there Julian was, moaning into his own mouth, soft and warm and wet and minty. She was quite into it as well, their tongues mixing like they’ve known each other for years, feeling around each other’s mouths like they have been doing it their whole lives.
She groaned softly into him, hips jerking back onto the hand disappearing under her shorts. Julian let his own hand come up to rest on the back of her neck, careful not to disturb her short yet purposeful curls. Her plush lips slipped against his, so sloppy and wet it was a miracle a pool of drool hadn’t hit the sheets.
He felt a sound build in his throat as a large, soft hand brushed the silt of his needy cock softly over his boxers, too softly. He was so annoyingly hard everything felt like a tease.
Julian choked and bit down gently on Juliana’s lip, thankfully she didn’t seem to mind much, just licking at his teeth in search of his tongue in return.
He let her, releasing her lip and letting it hang out of his mouth to make it easier. Juliana licked a long strip up from the tip to base of the muscle. He could taste her toothpaste, her saliva, and the pancakes Vivian and Vivienne had worked together to make them earlier, then moved closer to let their lips connect again.
Juliana jerked her hips forward again, right into Loki’s, and he opened his eyes an inch blearily just to see the print of a smaller, neatly groomed hand feeling up her crotch area.
He watched a finger trail towards more, over the space where Juliana’s pussy was soaking through her underwear. There was movement, circular right above it, and Juliana gasped, gripping Julian’s thigh like a lifeline.
“Vivi…” she mumbled into his neck, legs already trembling. He watched, entranced as the movement hastened, Juliana starting to rock her hips back into her girlfriend's patient hold.
“S-shit, oh! right there please—”
Loki found himself kissing her gently, drinking up every little sound she made, as he would have liked in her situation. She grasped at his shoulders in gratitude and for stability as Vivienne played with her pussy so methodologically she might’ve been attempting to shatter her into pieces.
Earlier they had deduced they had around sixteen hours until ‘reality is destroyed’ or whatever. The Lokis had doubted its legitimacy, but both Hugos were more than happy to comply with it for some reason.
“Better safe than sorry.” Vivienne shrugged, staring at his chest.
Vivian nodded, “We might as well.” and he too, was eyeing his lover’s counterpart’s chest. “We had no practice today anyway, it must be destiny.”
He found it a little weird how they weren’t going to question how exactly a hole in reality was ripped, or who ripped it. But Julian later found himself too horny to care at the breakfast bar, with Juliana perched on his lap and leaning forward, Vivian’s broad back exposed and flexing and delicious under the soft sunlight filtering through the blinds, Vivienne all pretty and leaned over the counter with her breasts pressed against the cold marble.
So he agreed with little convincing.
Julian was only a man after all.
So his dick did get harder when Vivian wrapped a firm hand around it, he did almost collapse at the feeling of those lips over his pulse and Juliana did have to help hold him upright while also shaking herself.
He lost connection with her lips so gasp shakily when Hugo began to move. Strokes long and certain, planned and careful, as if every slight twitch was calculated to make Julian feel good. And good did he feel, Julian felt ready to cum after just the first few seconds.
Hugo’s hand was cold against the boiling heat of his body. Lewd, wet sounds travelled up to his ears. Because his dick was exposed and being stroked by Hugo’s big lubed hand.
Julian felt his legs tremble and he sank down from his knees (that could no longer bear the weight) to sit on his ankles, his legs fell apart easily, just creating more space for Hugo to work.
He was getting distracted pathetically easily, losing focus on Juliana’s tongue in favor for the way Vivian’s strong chest felt against his back.
Electricity shot up his spine at every touch, Juliana’s shaking hands on his sides, Hugo’s everywhere else.
He could see how she felt, in the attempts and failures he made to open his eyes Loki noticed Vivienne’s hand more in a more in and out motion. Wet sounds could be heard from their side as well.
And they were still making out diligently like it was the only thing they could do, and it was the only thing keeping them both from scrambling into moaning messes.
Then Vivian was moving his hand faster, and Loki was losing his composure. An oh, so gentle squeeze at the base making him sob, sudden attention around his sensitive, leaking tip had his eyes rolling back. His sounds could barely keep up with each action, getting louder and pitchy as Hugo progressed.
Juliana was in heaven too, bouncing up and down on Vivienne’s long fingers, shaking and crying out whenever her partner would thrust up especially hard, and then she began to target one spot. Juliana’s favorite spot, deep inside and an inch up towards her stomach.
Loki stopped bouncing and held onto Julian’s biceps, barely raised above Vivienne’s fingers, saliva and tears from them both falling and mixing in their mouths.
Julian could feel himself shaking, his balls tensing so hard it was semi-painful. He wanted to cum, so bad. He needed to cum. He needs to cum. Like a human needs water, like a dog needs to run, like a bird needs its wings, like a god needs praise. So bad, so bad, so bad so bad so so so so so so soso soo —
And Loki didn’t notice he was begging, sounds murmured on Juliana’s also moving lips, begging for the same thing, he barely heard Vivian and Vivienne speaking casually around them.
“Are they still going?” One disturbingly sexy voice questioned, amazement melted into her tone, “It’s had to have been minutes now.”
A male one, this one even sexier made a sound like a shrug, and Loki’s full body jerked violently.
“They always did have impressive stamina.”
They, he and Juliana, them, the same person, kissing themself desperately. He felt like touching her, like touching himself, he remembered her breasts looked so soft.
The voices did it for him, a big hand teasing the hem of his shirt before feeling under it to get to his bare skin, a valley of muscle quake under his touch. And then the hand made it to a particularly sensitive area, the plane where he had more curves, the muscle over his heart, beating so fast it might give out, and just below that, Hugo’s palm pressed against the sensitive tissue of his nipple.
At the sensation, combined with Juliana sucking his tongue, with still sore bite marks and hickeys on his collarbone, cold air hitting his abs, and Hugo’s perfect hand feeling up his dick perfectly and making a perfect mess of his precum, a dam of sorts was broken.
Julian’s back snapped into an arch, pushing Vivian’s hand deeper on his shaft, and his hard nipple further into Vivian’s hold. Golden eyes rolled to the back of his skull, his jaw went slack, and his thighs tensed to a dangerous degree.
“Hugo, s-shit Vi-Vivian,” A loud, window shattering moan when Hugo rubs his left nipple between two fingers and dips his head down to..ooh, to lick it, slowly like some sort of perverted cat, “ ‘mm gonna cum, yes, yes, yes please don’t stop, never stop, keep tou-nghhin’ me, like t-hat hhaaa ohhh my please, oh yes!”
And then Hugo was rocking his hips forward into the curve of his ass, his cock so hard and so familiar and so perfect and Loki saw white.
He floated in a trance of sorts for what felt like a while, a thick fog over his mind where no thoughts could reach him, it was nice, really nice actually. Until he started to hear voices on the other side.
Loki blinked open his eyes to see Juliana curled up into him, breathing softly, Vivienne at her side cradling her head in her lap, and Hugo next to his legs, massaging his thighs.
He blushed at the sight and began to sit up, but Juliana started to stir so he stayed put.
“You don’t have to do that.” Loki chuckled softly, and Hugo looked up at him innocently.
“I want to.” Hugo dismissed, and Julian left it at that, because Hugo truly did know how to take care of him after sex. His gentle hands and massages were honestly the best part.
Loki rolled his shoulder back to stretch as effectively as he could, laying down and without moving too much, “I'm saying because I think I’m still good for a few more rounds.” He yawned.
Both Hugos stared at him, bewildered, which shifted into fondness.
“You were literally just knocked out, how?” Vivienne groaned against his shoulder.
Loki shrugged, and Juliana murmured from his shoulder, “You act like you guys don’t do it too. It’s like y’all can’t cum something, crazy.”
Julian looked down, slightly surprised, but nodded, “Yeah she’s right, you don’t get to talk.”
She looked up at him and their eyes met, they were both thinking the same thing. If we both have some extra energy pent up, why not work it off together?
Both Lokis shed the soft sheets their partners tucked over them, immediately pouncing on each other. They were over kissing now, they’d done that for like half an hour straight.
Instead Julian kissed down Juliana’s neck, making her gasp, down her collarbone, across the spot that makes them shiver every time, down her firm, flat stomach to the hem of her shorts that were still on despite being ruined completely.
She raised her hips to help him take them off her, they slipped off easily, revealing her pretty, brown, still sticky cunt. Neatly trimmed instead of bald, and stretched properly already from Vivienne’s earlier work.
Julian gave himself a moment to stare as she spread her legs excessively, exposing herself fully to him, and to their audience. Picking up on what she was thinking he watched her scoot back carefully to prop herself up on a pillow.
Like a tiger prowling he crawled around her, on all fours, one hand in front of the other, letting his hips rock side to side as he moved. Back arched just slightly as he stretched a limb forward to take a ‘step’, shoulders pursed back and ass somewhat in the air.
It should’ve been embarrassing, but it felt less so with just Juliana giggling under her breath at him.
He continued this, slowly, forgetting about the eyes tethered to his back legs and lower spine until he was on top of Juliana fully.
She brought her knees up to her chest, so Vivienne beside her could get a better full view of her legs, she wrapped them around Julian’s hips, who lowered so that he was holding himself up with his elbows.
Their hips were almost flush together, the smallest shift in any direction sending sparks through Julian’s legs.
Hugo, both female and male opted to sit back and enjoy the show, however they both seemed like they felt they were obligated to do at least something, Vivienne sat up to touch Juliana’s calf, who moved it away.
“Nope, we’re doing this ourselves. Watch or go do something else.” she hummed, and Julian leaned back to hold the space Vivienne was trying to reach. He smirked slightly at her confused face, before trying to remove his pants with his opposite hand.
Vivienne sat back this time and what should’ve been a struggle for him wasn’t thanks to some extraterrestrial influence introduced to preserve his dignity.
Without much delay he pressed his dick to the rim of tight muscle. It had been forever since he’d had sex with a girl, the last probably in high school, before he’d met the love of his life.
Looking back to find Hugo staring at the place they connect, a gaze so intense Julian shivered. Vivian’s eyes trailed up his body slowly, the back of his thighs, to his ass, to his lower back, and shoulders, the stretch where his shoulder and neck meet.
Then their eyes met, and Julian felt like cumming again.
Hugo just looked so… what was the word. More than needy, more than desperate, Hugo looked so hungry, for something he couldn’t name.
Loki pushed in the first inch, Juliana’s cunt giving easily, sucking up his tip like a vacuum. With his eyes locked on Hugo’s it felt so much better than it could any other way.
The next inch was even easier, and the next, and the next, and the next, until they were fully intertwined together.
Julian groaned, the feeling around his cock so wet and warm and different. It was intoxicating how new the sensation was, not even new exactly, just like an old memory he’d been reminded of after some time.
Juliana shuddered around him, but looked way less starstruck than he did, most likely familiar with strap-on’s and other things of that nature.
She wrapped her warm arms around his neck, pushing them closer together. She rolled her hips down on Julian’s cock and a moan broke out of them both.
Looking up at him, her eyes glazed over, back arched to the extreme like he had before, lips swollen and raw, the lower of them hooked between her top teeth, she looked like a goddess.
She probably may as well be, if she was him and he were a god, but the intimacy of the moment made him forget that about himself. It felt as if they were truly one, the same person, and same god, in their two bodies one soul connected them.
Juliana didn’t feel like he was inside a girl, with his boyfriend and her girlfriend watching. It felt like he was truly fucking himself, just him and his sheets, and with his own hands.
That’s what made it so easy to just start moving, his hips bucking forward desperately and the only sounds the slap of their hips together and increasingly pitched whimpers.
His hardest was her hardest, the most he could take was equal to what she could take. It felt they were perfect for each other, no acclimating, no caution, no new limits, no overstepped boundaries, just easily measured pleasure, guaranteed with no risks.
When his thrusts began to get sloppier, landing harder and his thighs twitching, Juliana pushed him as a signal to stop.
He complied of course, face red and panting, his dick swollen at the refusal.
“What happened?” He gasped after catching his breath, and he felt Juliana’s pussy twitch needily.
She looked like she wanted to continue, but she sighed, “We don’t wanna leave out Hugo, right?”
Loki found himself immediately agreeing, because it would be nice to get in a round with everyone.
He helped her sit up on her shaky thighs, and they turned to their audience who were previously paying very close attention.
Julian raised an eyebrow at his observation, “You guys didn’t do anything?”
Vivian smiled sweetly, making something over his heart melt, “No, not really.”
“You guys looked really good,” Vivienne added, her clothes now gone, “it would be a waste not to watch.”
Too busy with blushing, Juliana spoke for him, “So, should we like rotate or something?”
Julian’s Hugo moved over to her across the bed, taking her hand gently. “I can be with you for now,” he proposed in that stupidly charming hesitant way he does, “if you’ll have me, of course."
Juliana immediately agreed, and Hugo took her into his arms, turning to Julian.
“I’ll save my favorite for last.” He promised him, and Julian felt his heart flutter.
Then Vivienne was next to him, her arm brushing with his as Hugo and Juliana rolled to the other side of the bed.
“I hope I can give you pleasure.” She commented, taking hold of his bicep like it fascinated her, “I don’t have a penis.”
He smiled, “You’re still Hugo so you will, I’m sure.”
She nodded, blushing so faintly he could barely see it even on her pale skin. Julian laid down on his back, letting her climb on top of him.
“I’ve she told,” She started, leaning over him in a way that made him feel like exploding, “that I am very good with my hands.”
A thin, yet long finger pushed its way past his lips, “By me?” he questioned around it as another joined.
She pressed into his tongue first, just to hear him gag, she smiled when he began to suck around them properly, licking and coating them with his spit the best he could.
A hand moved to pin down his shoulder as the fingers were pulled out of his mouth suddenly, just when he began to get immersed in the repetitive action. A trail of saliva kept them connected to his mouth, his eyes followed them longingly.
“I wouldn’t accept it from anyone else.” Vivienne finally answered him, something so Hugo-ishly prideful on her face his heart skipped.
He noticed her sitting farther and farther up his body, her exposed pussy now soaking into the collar of his shirt.
“Oh look,” She hummed casually, “they’ve started.”
And Loki turned his head to see the most boner inducing view he could’ve ever been shown. It may as well have been straight off pornhub, the way Hugo thrusted up, his massive, lovely balls bouncing as his thick cock disappeared and reappeared in and out of Juliana’s hole. Soaked with the fluids from it, they dripped down onto his leg, and her vigina’s lips visibly gripping his dick in a chokehold.
Oh, and Julian hated that never noticed how Juliana’s ass recoiled when she was being fucked, as she bounced up then down, up then down, clapping as it made contact with Hugo’s thighs. Over, and over, and over, and over. They were going so hard her pussy made wet sobs with every thrust.
Shit, and Hugo hands were gripping her hips like she would fly off if he let go, guiding her up and down combined with the power from her legs.
And his head was tucked into her chest, Juliana’s head was thrown back to face the ceiling and she cried out louder than he'd heard her all night.
Seeing them tucked into each other, Loki felt his dick sit up like a needy dog.
Vivienne smiled knowingly, cupping his face with her none wet hand, she patted it before turning around on his chest so her ass was in his face.
“They look like they’re having fun right?”
Loki nodded absently, not caring that she couldn’t see him. The only thing on his mind was Hugo’s cock.
He wanted, no, needed Vivian to destroy him. To ram his cock into Loki’s spine until he couldn’t feel it, until he was cumming water, until he passed out, until Japan’s U20 team won a world cup–
Vivienne wasn’t mad at his lack of response, but she did shut up his thinking by parking her pussy directly on top of his face.
Julian had a confused sound, and then his mind went blank feeling a still wet finger tease his hole.
“I know how much you like laying back.” She hummed from on top of him, “Just stick your tongue out and look pretty like a good boy.”
His cock twitched at the pet name and he whined, for whatever reason it was concerningly hot hearing it when Hugo was a woman.
It was almost humiliating how bad he wanted to hear it again.
Being right next to his dick she noticed, Vivienne gave it a kick kiss before pressing in her first finger.
Julian’s whole body jerked at the unexpected contact, whining into Vivienne’s pussy. Following her orders he did let his tongue fall out of his mouth and flick up into her folds.
Vivienne hummed her approval, grinding down into his nose.
As she moved she pressed more of her finger into Loki’s ass. Much too slowly. He twitched impatiently to which she kissed his thigh, “Give me a second, don’t wanna hurt you baby.”
Loki glared but his gaze only got as far as her beautiful, soft, behind.
And then her finger angled inside of him, feeling around for a second before brushing a spot where—
“o-ooh, ngh..”
Vivienne smiled, kitten licking the shaft of his cock as a bonus.
“There right? You like it when I touch you there?”
“Yesss, please–ahf!”
“L-loki your t–mmh fuckk, good boy, so perfect..”
Vivienne was really good with her hands, knowing just the right moment to slow down, when to miss his prostate by a hair, when to add another finger, when to pull out completely, and when to use her tongue Jesus. Loki tried his best to keep up, and she seemed to be at least decently satisfied by the way she would sigh with pleasure and praise him continuously.
To be held, guided, gently, it was a bit humiliating. It was less about control and more about unfamiliarity.
Vivienne was Hugo, but not. Women had different experiences, different lives, different struggles, Vivienne could never truly be the Hugo he knew.
But her fingers were faster now, abusing his insides with a horrifying precision. Julain felt it as his head get foggier, it was getting harder and harder to think with three fingers up his ass and pushy thighs in his face and Juliana singing her throat out of commission.
And it was so hot, referring to both his body temperature and watching Juliana and Hugo fuck themselves silly. They were moving faster now, bodily fluids leaking from where they connected, squirt threatening to spray everywhere.
Juliana’s eyes were closed, her grunts sharp and low, clearly about to cum. He wanted to see it embarrassingly bad, for her legs to lock, her eyes to roll back, for her muscles to spasm uncontrollably. Just like he’d missed last time.
Then Juliana woke up, she forced her eyes open against Hugo fucking them shut, all to stare at the face next to Julian’s throbbing cock.
Vivienne.
She stared back, just as passionately, it looked like it was just them and the men were intruders, that these exchanges were another dance between just the two of them. Honestly, Loki could relate, Vivienne felt almost exactly like Hugo, her voice, her movements, how she made him feel.
It made him miss his boyfriend a bit.
Loki was very aware when Juliana’s sounds stopped suddenly, he even let go of Vivienne's lower back which he had been using to push her entire lower body further into his face. She caught the hint quickly and flipped off of him, removing her finger from his puckering hole (it made him regret ever letting go).
She smiled as Juliana moved to be beside her, and they shared a quick, yet passionate kiss. Staring into each other’s eyes like they were the prettiest things in each other’s universe.
And then he was being pulled backwards by two hands under his shoulders. Loki chuckled as Hugo pulled him into his arms and kissed him sweetly.
“Are you ready?” Hugo’s seemingly infinite eyes were shining like every star in the sky as one. Looking at Loki like he was all the stars in one. Kissing him like it was destiny, loving him like he was made to.
Julian nodded, too eagerly for his own liking but Hugo seemed to enjoy it. He looked down and clicked his tongue.
“You’re so hard still…” Like it was a world breaking feat.
“Shut up, you literally are too.”
Hugo moved in closer, leaning forward so that his breath brushed Loki’s ear, “Would you like it if I helped you?”
YES.
Loki coughed, trying to maintain some of his dignity at least he did not scream ‘yes’ and start riding Hugo into the mattress.
“... maybe but,” He reached down to palm at his rock hard shaft, “this doesn’t seem too hard, I could probably do it myself.”
Hugo puffed his chest, pouting as if he were offended and shifted in his arms Loki around to face him.
“If so…you won’t mind if I watch?” Hugo murmured against his neck, making him shudder.
His eyes were begging for the rest of his face, it was too cute for Loki to resist.
“Sure,” Loki smirked, taking a hold of his dick, “I’ll finish without you having touched me at all.”
He ignores how he basically did, just as a woman, cause that removes the fun.
But Hugo, who simply cannot bear going without correcting someone, traced a circle in his side and spoke up, “Actually–”
“Nevermind that.”
Loki grabbed his dick in one hand and immediately started stroking, fast but gentle, his legs tensing seconds after the contact, his balls twitching in relief.
Hugo held his hips while Loki jerked himself off in his lap, staring holes into his cock and his hand like water in a desert.
It felt good, really good, of course it did. He was touching himself. He was pent up and desperate for release after being denied a whole two other times.
So slowly, Loki fell apart.
Pre-cum gathered at the tip of his cock, turning into a makeshift lube encouraging Loki to move faster, to go harder. It made it easier to lose himself in each filthy squelch, the music making him even hornier.
And leaning back into Hugo’s chest, all big, and board, and perfectly muscular, only for him to lean on, all his to touch, all his to decorate in bites or kisses or whatever he felt like, because Hugo was his, Loki’s.
Loki moved his hand faster, pleasure building steadily, hot in his stomach. With Hugo behind him, breathing on the shell of his ear hotly, it felt like he was ready to be thrown over the edge.
It was so close but Julian couldn’t reach it. Not yet. There was still something he wanted.
“Fuck me.”
Hugo’s eyes widened in shock at his bluntness, and groaned softly when Loki rocked his hips back into his cock.
“Please, Hugo I need you. I need you inside of me, god, if you don’t hurry up and blow my back out I think I might actually die.”
Hugo bit his bottom lip gently, and Julian shot forward to capture it in his own lips. At some point as they kissed Julian moved to maneuver Hugo cock to slap against his ass.
Hugo leaned back and watched as Julian rode his thigh, stroking his cock to harden it fully, until Hugo grabbed his hips.
He was confused until Vivian picked him up slightly and used his weight to push them both back against the bed, then hoisting up one of Loki’s thighs and checking the looseness of his hole with a finger.
At the lack of struggle Hugo gave him a surprised glance, “Did you…” he blushed, “do this yourself?”
Loki shook his head, a smirk bleeding into his mock innocent expression, “You did.”
Hugo looked over to find the girls in a similar position to them: Juliana on her back, one leg held under Vivienne’s arm, Hugo on top of her, straddling the leg still flat to the bed.
She was only over too, at Hugo, a similar surprised look on her face.
Looking up at them Loki couldn’t help but think they looked the same. It wasn’t like Vivienne was a copy of Hugo’s older sister, or his mother, or a cousin, she looked like Hugo, but not. But totally unlike anyone else.
Familiar eyes that looked down at him like he was the king of every universe, familiar thighs that held his twitching legs down when he started to push in, familiar way of mixing pancake batter that looked so strange but they swore was most efficient.
Loki’s moan came out a breathy sigh when Hugo bottomed out, when Hugo’s pussy finally connected with hers.
They grind down experimentally, hitting a spot that makes Loki grip their shoulder and bite down on their own lip.
It was wet and hot, completely disgusting, but in the moment it felt magical. They wanted it even dirtier, nastier, they wanted more than what they wanted, they wanted it harder than they wanted, they wanted it to feel like forever and when it ended to start again.
To be pinned down, exposed, intruded, it felt humiliating, and Loki’s cheeks burned. Because now there was another, an audience, someone to impress, or to be impressed by. Sex was no longer pleasure but a game when another is introduced.
Forced to open up the most vulnerable part of you, do you own it and double down, nasty in moments where you want to be clean, where you can never be unhappy because that doesn’t fit your scenes, where your body is so used it’s no longer yours?
Hugo reaches out to move their wrists to the side, to make them look less out of place, more camera ready for the audience.
Loki shivers at the touch, Hugo’s hands welcomed around their wrists.
But this was Hugo.
Loki’s Hugo.
The one he’s known forever, the only to openly share his impossible dreams, his impossible destiny. His Hugo, who was too blunt and so annoying and so pretty all the time. His Hugo, who touched him so openly in public and defended him with his life.
This was their Hugo, who was loyal like no one else. Their Hugo, who loved them beyond the moon.
And that's what made it feel so good when Loki reached up to wrap their arms around their Hugo’s neck. Pulling them down gently to whisper breathlessly, “Vivi, move”
Hugo gasped at their rough, broken voice, so needy, and so desperate, and so trusting, and so hot.
“Anything for you Juli”
For the next ten or so minutes Loki felt like they were floating, drowning in pleasure from every direction. Bursts in the jerks of Hugo’s hips, in their lips, in the extra methods of stimulation Hugo tortured them with.
They could feel nothing but pleasure, and Hugo’s strong hands, everywhere. On their neck, in their curly hair, on their legs, intertwined with their fingers.
Tears stung their eyes after a particularly rough thrust, “Ngh! Fuckk Vivi–”
“Yes Julie?” They kissed their neck again, so sweetly they felt like crying. If they did it felt like Hugo would kiss away the tears. And that look, that one he always gave Loki on the pitch, in the mornings when Hugo thought he was still asleep, post games celebrations in a packed restaurant when Loki wasn’t paying attention.
“I love you.” Tears dropped freely from his eyes now, making them red and puffy. “Fuck, I love you so much–ah!”
Just like he thought he would, Hugo leaned down to kiss his eyes closed, then the tears as he trust harder into Julian’s wet heat.
“I love you too, Julian.”
“I-I’m close, ngh-Vivi I’m so close…”
“Me too, ahh-c-can we come together? Please–ngh I want to cum with you.”
Before he could even say yes, Loki was clenching around him, eyes rolling back prettily, full body going limp except for his rapidly twitching balls.
The sound drawn from his throat wasn’t as loud as he expected. A long wheezed moan cutting itself halfway through as if he ran out of air.
His head fell back and the look of ecstasy that twisted his expression was enough to tip Hugo ove the edge right then.
The feeling of hot cum filling him up made Loki moan softly, his eyes still skewed shut, face flushed with exertion.
Hugo pulled out of him after two long moments, and Loki almost wished he’d stayed there.
Then his weight was gone, and Loki shivered, suddenly feeling so empty despite being impossibly warm seconds prior.
He curled in on himself, the covers warm with body heat suddenly reaching freezing temps.
Loki was moments away from falling asleep cold, on top of the cover when weight returned to the bed. He turned his head slightly to see Hugo with as little movement as possible, and he hated how pathetic it felt when his heart fluttered feeling his partner clean him with a wet rag.
He hated how pathetic Hugo made him, with his perfect passes, and habit of planning out everything to the minute and how he held him so gently.
But he loved the feeling of being held, and watching Hugo make him food, and cuddling up on a couch to study an opponent together.
And he loved the warmth that came with Hugo’s arms around his waist. Tucked together in the afterglow. With nothing to disturb them but the soft invasion of sleep.