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Taeui is absolutely panicking. There's no way around it, he's lost his damn mind and they're about to put him in an insane asylum. Why you might ask? Well there are two Ilay's standing right in front of him.
Not just one, but two. Two fucking demons that were ready to skin him alive and wear his flesh as a suit.
“This isn't happening.” He whispers, cupping his face in his hands. “I'm fucking hallucinating. I've finally lost it– I've lost my mind.”
Taeui paces back and forth, murmuring to himself in both English and Korean, trying to figure out if he was going through a mental health crisis or maybe he consumed something laced with drugs. There couldn't be any other explanation for it, right?
“Taeui.”
He flinches, stopping mid-step.
“Taeui, look at me.”
No, no. He’s definitely not going to look. He's going to die if he looks at whoever is speaking. Unfortunately for him, someone reaches out to grab his arm. Taeui stiffens in the man's grasp, warm fingers reaching to tilt his chin up.
Taeui blinks, looking into the eyes of Ilay– or well, is it really Ilay? The man looks like the silver haired demon who constantly harasses him, but there's something completely different about him. His voice is gentle, his touch soft. He looks a little bit older, with a pair of platinum glasses resting on the bridge of his nose while his hair is combed back neatly.
He can't help but feel mesmerized by the dark eyes that watch him fondly, breath hitching when Ilay (?) brushes his thumb across his bottom lip.
“It's nice seeing you like this again.” Ilay murmurs, somewhat amused.
He stares at Ilay for a long time, blinking. What the hell was this weirdo even talking about? Again?
“What?”
Ilay doesn't give him a chance to respond, only wrapping his arms around him tightly while pressing his face against his head. He can't help but squirm, although for some reason his hands itch against his sides. Taeui moves them to rest against Ilay's back, leaning into his hug.
For some reason it feels so familiar. It feels like he's done this a million times before, despite him wanting nothing to do with Ilay. He feels so warm and comfortable against him, immediately relaxing despite his inner turmoil from earlier.
His eyes close, fingers curling into Ilay's jacket while he kisses the top of Taeui’s head.
“What do you think you're doing?” A cold voice hisses, yanking Ilay away.
Ah, that's what he was used to.
His eyes open, watching the scene unfold in front of him as the two Ilay's bicker amongst each other.
“What? Is it wrong to touch what's mine?” Ilay 2 asks– yes, that's the easiest way for him to differentiate between the two of them; at least for now.
“Yours? What do you mean by yours?” Ilay 1 hisses, grabbing Taeui and wrapping his arms around him possessively. Okay, he definitely was hallucinating. There was no way Ilay would act like this, he's pretty sure the man hated his guts.
Ilay 2 snorts, pushing his glasses up. He watches Ilay 1 in a calculating manner, tilting his head to the side before speaking.
“Tay, let me ask you a question.”
Taeui looks up at the other, his cheeks flushed at the stare that Ilay 2 gives him. His eyes are dark, near fathomless pools of ink but there's some warmth that lies underneath that seems to be only reserved for him.
“Have I slept with Xinlu yet?”
Taeui freezes, feeling Ilay 1 stiffening against his back. He suddenly feels nauseous when he thinks back to that day. Logically it wasn't a big deal. Taeui wasn't completely innocent, speaking for Xinlu like he owned him– especially after all the stuff he and Ilay did in detention. He had no right to be upset, none at all. Yet why did the reminder make him feel so awful?
He turns his head away, avoiding Ilay 2's gaze. It's not a big deal, it's not a big deal, Taeui repeats to himself over and over despite the gnawing feeling that eats at his stomach.
Ilay 2 hums, taking his silence as the answer he was looking for. He looks Ilay 1 up and down, studying the other for a moment as if he were sizing up an opponent.
“I see. Well, let me do something that you should have done.” He says, the tone of his voice completely flat.
Taeui's brows furrow, glancing over at Ilay 2 who is pulling his gloves on.
“Ilay–”
His eyes widen when Ilay 2's fist connects with Ilay 1's jaw, causing the latter to stumble over. He stands there in shock, watching Ilay 1 touch his face before looking up. Ilay 1 has a murderous look in his eyes, staring hard at Ilay 2.
Ilay 2 tilts his head slightly, smirking.
“Fick dich.” He spits out, which Taeui can easily figure out the meaning when Ilay 1 tugs his own gloves on.
Before Ilay 1 can even react, Ilay 2 grabs his throat.
He says something in German, which spurs on Ilay 1 who then spits in his face. Ilay 2 watches the other Ilay for a long while before shoving down into a chair.
Now they're yelling at each other with Ilay 2 pinning Ilay 1 with one hand effortlessly while using his other to tie his arms together with some rope that was lying around– wait where the hell did that even come from?
“You deserve this, brat.” Ilay 2 hisses flicking Ilay 1's forehead, standing up straight.
“Let me go. I'm not going to repeat myself.” Ilay 1 says, his voice dangerously low as he stares at Ilay 2 with a venomous look in his eyes.
Ilay 2 cocks his head, murmuring something again in German which causes Ilay 1 to freeze before thrashing in his restraints, yelling at him.
Ilay 2 waves him off, glancing over at Taeui. He just stares at them, mouth wide open. He's fucking lost it, there's no other way to explain this insanity. He needs to get out of here before he’s fucking next.
He backs away slowly as Ilay 2 approaches him, pressing his hands against Ilay 2's chest. Taeui can feel himself trembling in fear, fingers digging into Ilay 2’s expensive dress shirt.
“Taeui.”
The voice is deep, and familiar— but also so different. It's tender, filled with remorse as he watches Taeui. He moves to take his gloves off, setting them down before covering Taeui's hands with his own.
His mind is absolutely fucking with him. There's no way this guy can look sweet. Sure he's good looking and everything, but the Ilay he knows despises him. That asshole isn't capable of conveying any emotions like the ones he sees etched on this man’s face.
“Taeui, let me make it up to you.” Ilay 2 pleads softly.
He blinks, not entirely sure what he means. There's nothing to make up for. Ilay and Xinlu were two consenting adults that had sex, so what right did Taeui have to be mad at him for?
Yet the earnest words make him blush, looking down in embarrassment. He doesn’t remember the last time anyone has made him feel this way. What’s the word? Appreciated? Treasured? All these foreign feelings that he’s only experienced a handful of times.
“I don't know what you're talking about.” Taeui says honestly, shaking his head. “You look like Ilay, but there's no way…”
He glances over, squinting at Ilay 1 who struggles in his restraints. That was the man he was used to, not this stranger who was showing him tenderness right now.
“Give it about ten years.” Ilay 2 says gently, toying with a strand of Taeui’s hair.
“What do you mean ten years?” Taeui asks in confusion, narrowing his eyes at the other man.
Ilay 2 smirks, raising his palm to his cheek. He leans closer, pressing his lips against Taeui’s ear. His breath catches in his throat at the words that follow after.
“Let me make it up to you. It's the least I can do.”
Before he can muster a response, Ilay 2 picks him up with ease. Taeui flails, smacking at his shoulders. He struggles, trying to pull away only stopping when Ilay 2’s hand rests against his back.
“I wish I did things differently back then. Maybe it would have been easier for you to accept me if I hadn't done those things.” Ilay 2 murmurs, mostly to himself. He's still so fucking confused, why are there fucking two Ilay's?
Then an idea hits him.
“You're from the future.”
It's not a question, more so a statement as he looks down at Ilay 2 with curiosity.
“So you're telling me we'll end up together in the future?” Taeui asks, glancing over at Ilay 1 who's still fuming in his seat.
Ilay 2 sets him down on the bed gently, palm sliding up his thigh. He shudders against the touch– it's not unpleasant, but uncharacteristically gentle. It's more what he's into, something tender and sweet.
Taeui reaches out, touching Ilay 2's face who kisses his fingers. He watches the other man carefully, studying his face with lingering uncertainty. There’s still something about this man that feels so familiar. For some reason it makes his heart ache, his hesitation wavering for a brief second.
“In the future, am I in love with you?” Taeui asks softly, fingertips running across his jaw.
“I hope so.”
For some reason the answer makes him laugh, sliding his arms around the Ilay 2's neck who smiles slightly at the gesture. It sounds silly, being in love with someone like Ilay. But even after everything, he still doesn’t hate him— if anything it’s a confusing fondness that he feels.
“Do… Do you love me?” He asks shyly.
There's a brief silence, even Ilay 1 stops his movements. His eyes close when Ilay 2 presses his lips against his temple.
“I do. I can't live without you.”
Taeui swallows, clinging to Ilay 2 who leans down to kiss him. The kiss is unlike any kiss he's actually shared with Ilay. It still has that fire and need to dominate him– but there's something that lingers under the surface. Something soft and sweet, laced with unbridled devotion.
Taeui whimpers when Ilay 2's hand slides under his shirt, elegant fingers squeezing his chest gently.
“I know your chest is extremely sensitive. You love when I spend time on your nipples.” He whispers against his lips, before kissing him again. Taeui returns the kiss almost desperately, sliding his fingers through Ilay 2's hair while he mouths at Taeui's bottom lip.
“My poor princess, I was so mean to you back then.” Ilay 2 murmurs, kissing the corner of his mouth.
His ears burn hotly at the pet name, but surprisingly he doesn't hate it. For some reason it feels nostalgic despite never having anyone call him that name before.
Taeui swallows again before speaking.
“Am I your princess?” He asks, voice small.
He feels lips pressed against his forehead.
“My one and only.”
Taeui sucks in a breath, pushing Ilay 2 away. Even if it feels good having someone desire him after so long, what is he even thinking? This isn't right– it's just temporary. Even if this isn't a dream or hallucination there is no this doesn't end badly.
“You're going to go back to the future.” He says quietly, shaking his head. “And I'm going to be stuck with someone who hates me, and I'm pretty sure if he sees us having sex he's going to hate me even more.”
Taeui mutters to himself, rubbing his temples. What kind of mess did he get himself into this time? Why did all the shitty things have to happen to him?
“This is definitely a manic episode. Yep, I've lost it.” Taeui says to himself, nodding. He then points at Ilay 1 who's just staring at him stupidly. “This is your fault. All the fucking stress you put me under has made me lose my mind!”
He tries to crawl away, but squeaks when Ilay 2 pins him back down.
“I can tell you right now that I didn't hate you during this.” Ilay 2 tries to reassure him, looking at him desperately.
Taeui glances up at him, then back towards Ilay 1. There's something in his eyes that tells him that Ilay 2 isn't lying, which makes him feel extremely uneasy.
“So why did you sleep with him?” He asks despite being afraid of the actual answer. Maybe it would have been better not knowing. Could he actually handle the truth?
Taeui’s not sure if he's asking Ilay 1 or 2. His eyes are locked onto the Ilay he's familiar with though– the man that's been a pain in the ass since he's gotten here.
“I thought it would be funny to see your reaction back then.” Ilay 2 admits quietly.
Taeui glances from Ilay 1, looking up at the man that has him pinned down. To be honest he’s not sure what he was even expecting. Yet the answer Ilay 2 gives him feels he’s opened a freshly healed wound. It makes him nauseated— he wants to crawl out of here and find somewhere to hide. To bury his feelings like he’s done a million times before.
“Get off.” He says, coldly. He tries to shove Ilay 2's hands away, thrashing in his grasp. “That makes it fucking worse, you fucking dickhead. So get off!”
If anything Ilay 2 tightens his grip, refusing to budge. He looks at Taeui, obvious distress in his dark eyes.
“It was the one thing I've regretted doing. You don't know how long I've wanted to make it up to you–”
“You're such a fucking dick.” Taeui says quietly. “I really trusted you, and now here you are talking a bunch of shit. I know you didn't sleep with him because you wanted me to notice you.”
Taeui stares at the ceiling, before laughing. He laughs so hard his entire body shakes at the ridiculousness of it all. What the fuck was he even thinking trying to entertain the idea? He’s such a fucking moron. He’s always been a goddamn lovesick moron.
“I heard you that night. You made sure that I heard you tell Xinlu you didn't find me attractive, but you wanted to taste his body instead.”
Taeui looks at Ilay 2, pausing at his face. He looks absolutely gutted for some reason, squeezing Taeui’s arms gently.
“It was one time, after that I never touched him again–” He begins, but Taeui cuts him off.
“You should have respected my wishes the first time when I asked you to stop.” He says softly.
The room enters an eerie stillness with him staring straight at the ceiling. He feels Ilay 2 leaning down, pressing his face against his neck. Despite his reservations, he does feel somewhat guilty even though he had the right to strangle this man.
“Taeui. Let me make it up to you, please.”
Desperation is evident in his voice, almost as if ready to beg on his hands and knees if he has to. With shaky hands, he tugs Ilay 2's chin up.
“Sure— but that means both of you have to.” Taeui says in a firm tone.
He watches as Ilay 2 stiffens, his gaze falling towards Ilay 1 whose eyes are locked onto his own. There's something unreadable underneath those fathomless pools, but there's a brief flicker of desire.
“You want the two of us?” Ilay 2 asks slowly, the words hanging in the air.
Taeui hums, toying with the neat strands of silver hair. Was it selfish? Probably. But it was okay to be self-serving once in a while, right?
“I expect you two to make it up to me.” He says, tugging at Ilay 2's hair who groans quietly in response. “So let him go or I won't forgive either of you.”
Ilay 2 pushes himself up, walking back to Ilay 1 before untying him with ease. Taeui watches as Ilay 1 gets up and grabs at Ilay 2 who laughs and says something in German, which he's sure is some sort of insult or taunt judging by how Ilay 1 reacts.
“Ilay.” He says, visibly annoyed.
Both Ilay's look at him, and Taeui lets out a soft sigh before motioning with his hands.
He squeaks when Ilay 1 jumps him, kissing him roughly. He squirms, opening his mouth hesitantly while his fingers dig into Ilay 1’s shirt.
“I don't know why you're jealous,” Taeui mutters, shoving his face away when Ilay 1 bites at his lip. “That's you, you dumbass–”
He yelps when Ilay 1 leans down to kiss his chest, biting down on his nipple.
“It doesn't matter.” Ilay 1 says angrily, dragging his teeth over reddening skin before biting him again. Taeui can't help but squirm, grabbing at his shoulders.
Elegant fingers touch his chin, causing him to look at Ilay 2 who looks at him with a fond expression before leaning down to kiss him softly. He's hesitant at first, what was he even thinking? This can't be okay to do— this isn't even remotely sane.
Yet Taeui kisses him back shyly, sliding his hands down Ilay 1's back while he continues to focus his attention on Taeui's chest, leaving marks everywhere.
“Ah, ah–” He moans when Ilay 1 drags his tongue over his nipple, before sucking on it gently.
Ilay 2 strokes his hair, kissing his temple. The contrast between the two is giving him whiplash, yet there’s an uncomfortable feeling that grows in the pit of his stomach. It makes him shudder, pressing back against Ilay 2.
“What do you want, Taeui? Do you want me to touch you?” Ilay 2 whispers into his ear.
Before he can respond, Ilay 2's hand is sliding down his body, squeezing his thigh gently. He shudders at the touch, turning his head away. Large hands tug his sweats down, and he feels Ilay 2 palming at his cock through his underwear.
“I-Ilay–” He whines, though he's not sure which Ilay he's calling out to. Ilay 1's lips crash against his own, dominating the kiss while pinching at his nipples. Each and every noise is swallowed by Ilay 1, who helps Ilay 2 tug his underwear off.
Taeui doesn't notice the sound of a cap opening, only gasping into Ilay 1's mouth when Ilay 2's fingers rub at his entrance before sliding in slowly.
Ilay 1 noses along his neck, pressing kisses against the skin before wrapping his fingers around his cock. He strokes slowly at first, matching his movements to Ilay 2's thrusts.
“Ah! Ilay!”
He clings harder to Ilay 1, who nuzzles him with affection he’s surprised the man even has. The attention doesn’t go unnoticed by Ilay 2, who slams his fingers into Taeui, nipping at one of his cheeks. He can’t suppress the whine that leaves his throat, tensing around Ilay 2’s fingers who grins.
“Y-you’re telling me that you have a jealous streak too—“ Taeui cries out when Ilay 2 thrusts his fingers quickly, rubbing at his inner walls.
“Of course I do. Some things change, but not everything.” Ilay 2 coos, sliding in a third finger. He moves his digits experimentally, kissing the small of Taeui’s back. His movements are precise, as if familiar with every detail of Taeui’s body. Just a simple press of Ilay 2’s fingertips causes him to cry out, clenching tightly around him.
“What’s that? Did I find something good?” Ilay 2 asks, practically taunting him.
Taeui buries his face into Ilay 1’s chest, who strokes his hair. It lulls him into a false sense of security until he gasps when Ilay 1’s fingers tug at the locks.
“You should answer me. That’s kind of rude of you to leave me hanging, isn’t it?” Ilay 1 says, his eyes glinting mischievously. He stares at the other man in shock. What the hell was this asshole even talking about!
“You two were trying to kill each other earlier! Now you’re best friends—“
Ilay 2 slams his fingers into him roughly, biting down on his cheek again. He trembles, shaking his head when Ilay 1 strokes his cock faster.
Fucking demons the lot of them, he should have known. He should have fucking known this was going to be his cause of death!
Taeui grits his teeth, shoving Ilay 2 with his foot. The other man almost ignores him, only pausing when Taeui speaks.
“I’m stretched out enough. Hurry up and fuck me before I change my mind.” He says, unbuckling Ilay 1’s belt and tossing it on the floor angrily. Taeui focuses on unbuttoning Ilay 1’s pants next, sliding them down along with his underwear. He rubs his cheek against Ilay 1’s thigh, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes.
Ilay 1 swallows, carding his fingers through Taeui’s hair. His hand lowers, groaning when Taeui drags his tongue over his fingers before opening his mouth.
“I didn’t take you to be a slut, Taeui.” Ilay 1 says, looking down at him with a grin. He laughs when Taeui bites his fingers, moving his hand away to wrap his fingers around his cock. He strokes himself slowly, tapping the tip against Taeui’s bottom lip.
“I wonder who made me this way.” He bites out bitterly, dragging his tongue across the head of Ilay 1’s cock. His ears burn hotly at the groan that escapes from the other’s lips, opening his mouth wide.
Ilay 1 presses into his mouth slowly, resting one hand against the top of Taeui’s head. His fingers curl into the bedsheets, swallowing around the other when he sinks into his mouth further.
He jolts when he feels Ilay 2 pulling his fingers out, picking up on the sound of Ilay 2 coating himself carefully with lube. His body trembles with anticipation when the taller man ruts against him, rubbing the head of his cock against Taeui’s hole.
“Relax for me, princess.” Ilay 2 murmurs, one hand resting against Taeui’s back. He slides into Taeui slowly, gritting his teeth at the familiar feeling of heat wrapping around him.
It shouldn’t feel this good, at least not right away. He’s always complained about Ilay’s size, but fuck if it doesn’t feel amazing. Maybe he’a already lost his fucking mind, considering he managed to spawn two different Ilay’s. That was the only possibility, right?
Ilay 2 isn’t even fully inside yet, but the width of his length already has Taeui moaning around Ilay 1’s dick. He wonders how shameful he looks right now— being fucked by two men who were technically the same person.
Ilay 1 strokes his hair, moving his fingers down to rub the back of Taeui’s neck in a comforting motion. Surprisingly he doesn’t press further, rubbing small circles into his skin while Taeui works on taking more of him inside.
He begins slowly, sucking gently before swallowing. His tongue drags across the underside, only pausing when Ilay 2 slams into him. He moves shallowly at first, large hands resting against Taeui’s hips as he pulls the smaller man against him. His body is already shaking at the stimulation of being filled in two different places, instinctively clenching down around the other man’s cock.
Ilay 2 rocks into him, squeezing his hips gently. The friction causes him to gasp around the fat cock in his mouth— he already feels Ilay 2 rubbing against his prostate teasingly, causing Taeui to push back against him impatiently. He nearly stops sucking, making a muffled cry when Ilay 2’s palm connects with his ass.
“Keep sucking.” He warns, pulling out of him slowly.
Ilay 1 rubs the top of his head, a strangely gentle touch that is quite unlike him. He looks up at the other whose face is flushed a dark pink, watching him through lust filled eyes.
His own eyes slip shut, hollowing his cheeks as he begins to suck harder. He tilts his head slightly, the tip of his tongue tracing a vein that causes Ilay 1’s cock to jerk in his mouth. He swallows around him, a greedy wet sound that seems to go straight to Ilay 1’s groin as he thrusts into his mouth with the impatience that he’s used to.
Ilay 2 squeezes his ass, spreading him apart before sliding back into him. He sets his pace quickly this time, leaning down to kiss the back of his neck. Taeui lets out a strangled moan, clawing at the bedsheets. Ilay 2’s lips press against his ear, his hand sliding down Taeui’s body before wrapping his fingers around his length.
“That’s my good boy. Look at you all stuffed and pretty.” Ilay 2 whispers. The praise makes him burn with a mixture of embarrassment and desire. He strokes Taeui in tandem with his thrusts, grinding into the smaller man as he rubs into the sensitive bundle of nerves once more.
Taeui whimpers, bobbing his head as he sucks and swallows harder around Ilay 1’s length. The tip of his tongue presses against the head, dragging across the sensitive tip to taste the precome that continuously spills over. He’s usually been indifferent to the taste, but somehow Taeui has always been partial to Ilay— it’s not bitter, nor is it sweet. It’s salty, but fills a primal need in him that craves for more.
Maybe he’s gone completely insane, but all he can think about is how he wants Ilay’s come and how it belongs to him only.
No one else can have it. Not now or in the future.
Ilay 1’s tugs on his hair, rolling his hips. He lets out his own groan, tightening his grip on those brown locks of hair while fucking Taeui’s mouth with same amount of urgency as Ilay 2.
“I don’t know what I was thinking before,” Ilay 1 admits, mostly to himself and perhaps the other version of Ilay. He slams into Taeui’s mouth, eliciting another whimper from the smaller man that causes his dick to twitch from the sound and vibration. “I should have just fucked you the first time I saw you.”
The possessive tone at the end makes Taeui practically salivate with want. He’s drooling on Ilay 1’s cock at this point, eyes wide and wet as he looks up at the other man who watches him in that dangerous manner when he’s calculating something.
Ilay 2’s hand moves faster, squeezing his cock. He strokes Taeui quickly, his thumb pressed against the head. He’s pounding into Taeui at this point— his thick length hitting his prostate repeatedly, stretching his hole in a mix of pleasure and pain. One particular thrust has him choking on Ilay 1’s dick, spilling his release into Ilay 2’s palm while clenching tightly around his cock.
He’s moaning even louder despite his mouth being so full. His body is trembling, nearly giving out only for Ilay 2 to hold him up as Ilay 1 continues to thrust into his mouth. It doesn’t take the other man that long to hit his own orgasm, groaning lowly when he shoots his thick load down Taeui’s throat. There’s so much of it, but he eagerly takes everything— locking eyes with Ilay 1 as he swallows around him once more. The excess come spills from the corner of his mouth, however he doesn’t pull away just yet. He continues to suck, his tongue pressed flatly against the tip as an attempt to lick everything clean.
Ilay 2 shortly follows, tugging Taeui’s hips down. His movements become erratic, nails digging into Taeui’s tan flesh as he presses once more against the smaller man’s prostate. His own cock jerks weakly in interest from the stimulation, crying out when Ilay 2 slams into him one final time. He comes hard inside of Taeui, gritting his teeth as he coats Taeui’s insides white. There’s so much of it as well, his release dripping out as he continues to roll his hips. The wet sound of Ilay 2 pounding into him alongside his come makes Taeui moan again, pulling away from Ilay 1 to let out a strangled breath.
His cheek is pressed against Ilay 1’s thigh, eyes squeezed shut. Taeui tries to steady his breathing, a quiet whimper escaping from him when Ilay 2 pulls out slowly. He can feel it— Ilay 2’s come spilling out. It feels so hot and lewd and his hole instinctively clenches around nothing.
“Ilay.” Taeui whines, nosing along Ilay 1’s thigh. He feels a large palm stroking his head fondly, and at this point he doesn’t know which Ilay it belongs to but he relishes the touch anyway. “Ilay, it’s spilling out— I don’t want it to spill out.” He says petulantly, tears already pricking the corner of his eyes.
He listens to a sharp inhale above him, another hand rubbing at his back tenderly. Taeui makes out some German being spoken, gasping when he’s pulled into Ilay 1’s arms as the other man leans back against the bed.
Before he knows it, Ilay 1 already has the tip of his cock inside of him. He thrashes against the other, palms pressed against Ilay 1’s chest who tugs him further down onto his length.
“You want us to fill you up, right?” Ilay 1 asks darkly, spreading his cheeks apart. “We can’t do that if you don’t open up.”
Taeui cries out when Ilay 1 pulls him down, his cock fully seated inside of him. His dick is already hard against his stomach, twitching painfully. He feels so overstimulated as Ilay 1 snaps his hips forward, the lewd sound of his length mixed with Ilay 2’s release makes him ache with desire.
Ilay 2’s fingers card through his hair, and somehow he already knows what that means. He opens his mouth expectantly, opening his eyes to look up at Ilay 2 who drags the head of his cock over Taeui’s swollen bottom lip.
“We have a lot to make up for, don’t we?” Ilay 2 muses, glancing over at Ilay 1 who just grins. He pulls Taeui up, before pulling him back down onto his dick.
“I wonder Tay. Do you think you’ll finally get pregnant after this?” Ilay 1 coos.
Taeui’s eyes widened, opening his mouth to protest only for Ilay 2 to slide in.