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Yuji's on his knees, pulse buzzing in anticipation as the two shadowy clone Megumi's stand around him. His Megumi watches from his desk chair, intense expression locked on them as his eyes dart the scene before him. He's the picture of perfect composure, even as his dick stands fully hardened, flushed and drooling as his perfectly constructed scene unfolds before him. Their little game started with one of his shadow clones kissing and teasing, performing together for Megumi, feeding into his every whim. Yuji was stripped naked with excruciating slowness, fondled and worked up to the point of near desperation with deft hands. Then, suddenly, one clone turns into two, making this a new game for them. He jerks, surprised by a second shadowy set of hands on his body and looks over to Megumi. The hunger swirling in Megumi's mossy green eyes was unmistakable— and Yuji is more than willing to indulge.
Yuji buzzes with excitement and licks his lips, anticipating the clones' next moves. Their hands grab at him with reverence, spilling every ounce of Megumi's love and adoration into their touch. The whirlwind of sensations has his body aching, and he feels like his patience is being tested. His cock drools between his legs, and he paws at it lazily, convinced he could hold off. But now, with two hands on him? He feels crazy, wildly sensitive as several fingers rake over his body, trace curious patterns into his skin, teasingly bully their way between his lips. Shadow fingers push past his teeth, slide along his tongue, pressing the muscle down before tracing his teeth. Drool leaks from the corner of his lips, and those lithe fingers are doing their best to make him gag— shoving past his tongue until they're touching the soft, spongy flesh at the back of his throat.
His moans are muffled; the clones hum encouragingly around him, fanning their fingers out until his mouth is wrenched open. The clone's dicks are out, teasingly close and throbbing with hardness; if Yuji could, he'd beg to have them in his mouth, he'd lick his lips and look up with his big, pouty lips and eyes that Megumi can't resist. As soon as the thought flitters to life, though, the clones are pulling their soaking fingers free, finally shoving his head towards their true goal. One set of hands guides him forward and he presses teasing kisses on his shaft before sucking him down easily, running his tongue along the underside with precise movements. He bobs his head, letting excess spit pool and spill between his lips. Going back down, his nose buries in shadowy pubes, and he inhales instinctually— yearning for that musky scent of Megumi that the shadows cannot replicate.
Fingers scratch his scalp sweetly, combing through his hair while the other set of hands wrap loosely around his throat. He dives down, nestling the head of the clone's cock at the back of his throat and feeling the shadowy fingers expanding around the girth as he's filled. They tighten around his windpipe briefly, and his moan is garbled, encouraging. As he pulls off, the hands drift up his jaw and a finger hooks at the corner of his mouth. It's pulling his cheek out to offer more room, wriggling next to the cock, holding him open as another tip is kissing his lips and hammering its way inside. Two cocks stretch his lips, painfully tugging the edges and puffing his cheeks out as they rock forward eagerly. Yuji relaxes his jaw, really lets himself loosen up so they can fuck inside, nudging against each other and ramming into his soft palate as he focuses on timing his breaths. His scalp stings as fingers tighten their hold, making his stomach lurch.
Suddenly his grip on his own cock feels suffocating; he twists his wrist, sending sparks across his vision. He pulses in his palm, precome eases his glide as he pumps himself fast and rough, desperate for relief. The clones don't stop fucking forward, his mouth aches, and spit bubbles at the edges of his lips. His knees throb and he rocks in place, tugging the hold in his hair, arousal flares and he can't ignore it. Megumi doesn't stop his sloppy movements, doesn't tell him to slow down, so he squeezes his eyes closed and lets his orgasm crash into him.
Yuji wrenches away, coughs and sputters for air as saliva spills from his lips in heavy strands, drooling down his chin messily. The muscles in his thighs quiver, his chest heaves, his dick flops limply from his hand, hungrily throbbing. His orgasm leaves him trembling, the intoxicating aftershocks have him yearning for more, and his dick is already twitching to life again.
One of the clone's cocks is only a breath away, twitching enticingly. Yuji leans forward to place a sloppy kiss on the head, and is rewarded with the softest pet through his short hair. The other clone's cock is sliding along his cheek, smearing stickiness on his skin and tapping impatiently. He turns, offering a kiss against that one too, but the clone is bullying his way inside his mouth, invading easily and pushing straight to the back of his throat. His throat spasms and constricts, snot rushes out of his nose, and he attempts to pull away, but a firm hand in his hair keeps him close by. It holds him flush, long enough for that buzzing feeling of oxygen deprivation to coat his limbs and tingle along his jaw, before the clone pulls free with a pop! He sucks in air greedily, sputtering and coughing, composure slipping from him, arousal weighing down his limbs.
"—More?"
Yuji blinks away the tears clouding his vision, looking past the clone to find Megumi staring at him expectantly.
"Hm?" He questions, desperately willing the cotton to clear from his ears, and this saccharine smile curls on Megumi's lips.
"I said—" He's repeating himself, nice and slow. "Do you want more?"
A beat passes where Yuji considers; are two enough? Megumi still hasn't touched him, so, maybe he wants to see how many clones he can really take. The challenge mixes with arousal deep in Yuji's belly, goosebumps prickle his skin, and he nods.
Something dark flashes in those gorgeous green eyes, and Yuji feels a third set of hands at his back. They start at his head, combing sweetly through the hair at the base of his skull before massaging the knob of his spine, fanning out along the breadth of his shoulders. Yuji shudders into the touch, and leans forward with his mouth open, sucking the clone in front of him back into his mouth with a satisfied hum.
The hands on his back travel down, down, down until they're kneading the flesh of his ass between strong fingers, and his legs are maneuvered wider, knees scraping roughly along the floor, the muscles in his inner thighs pulling taut. He leans forward, grasping onto one of the clones hips like a lifeline. An aborted moan vibrates through him when fingertips trace his rim, circling in these teasing little strokes, not quite dipping inside. He focuses on tonguing the delicate skin of the clone's frenulum, flicking and nipping the skin exactly how Megumi likes, preening when the clone sucks in a sharp breath. His hips rock forward until the tip of his dick bumps into the back of his throat, and Yuji relaxes his throat again, letting that familiar weight go as deep as possible. Fingers tangle in his hair and roughly yank him off, strings of his spit web and drip down to the floor. Before he can catch his breath, he's being dragged to the side towards the other clone's cock.
The pace is maddening, each clone greedy and addicted to his mouth, desperate to have a piece. As his lips wrap around the head of the other Megumi's dick, he's surrounded as the other two clones inch closer and closer, encircling him as he focuses on not choking. His lips tingle and feel numb, stretched out and aching, shiny and wet. Three sets of hands grab and squeeze all over his body— one clone focuses on his pecs, squishing the muscles indulgently and tugging on his nipples, the other hasn't left his ass and works the flesh roughly, and the third is cradling his jaw while gripping the hair on top of his head like a handle. Tears and sweat sting his eyes, his scalp aches, and his jaw feels like it could be stuck open forever after this, but Yuji loves it. His dick weeps where it smacks wetly against his belly, slobbering from the rough treatment.
"That's it, Yuji," Megumi coos, voice dripping affection. "Nobody else could ever satisfy you like this, could they? All you need is me."
His eyelashes flutter, hopefully conveying his agreement as his mouth is otherwise occupied, sucking and slurping noisily. A slick finger probes against his hole then, making him jolt and earning him a quick slap from one of the clones. The smack distracts him as one long finger sinks deep inside, bottoming out to the last knuckle in one quick press. Yuji chokes, inhaling his spit and pulling away to sputter as the finger continues rubbing his insides. Another, harder, slap lands on his cheek, splattering spit everywhere, and Yuji relishes in the pain blooming along his skin. A second finger joins the first and his keening whine is dampened as the other two clones take turns rubbing their dicks against his slack lips. He can't keep up, his mouth opens and closes uselessly, and the clones smile down at him leeringly, enjoying their game of take and give, give and take.
Two fingers become three, then four, and Yuji's utterly useless to coordinate his limbs as the clone navigates his insides with expert precision. The clones have taken to moving him on their own, big hands envelope his and move him clumsily along their leaking cocks as his mouth hangs open, slack, useless. His eyes roll back as his prostate is bullied mercilessly, his legs shake endlessly, and he can't hold back anymore. An embarrassingly high pitched moan echoes through the room as his orgasm rips through him. Come splatters on the floor below him, his cock spilling endlessly as he squeezes his eyes closed, shuddering through it. His fingers tighten their hold instinctively, and he clenches down on the near fist inside of him, making the shadows all groan in unison as he falls apart. His limbs want to go slack, but the clones don't let up, they don't even slow their pace at all, the fingers inside him continue drilling in and out— and Yuji slouches, trusting their strength to hold him. And they do, easily.
"More?" He hears, he thinks.
That cursed word, that damned word that targets his deep desire to have all of Megumi, as much of him as possible. As much as he's willing to give. Yuji's rolling his head, chin knocking to his sternum and he hopes Megumi deciphers it as the acceptance that it is.
Instantly, he's being pushed around, the room spins and he's knocked onto the floor flat on his back. Shadow Megumi grabs the backs of his knees and folds him, feet hanging uselessly in the air, his hole spasms desperately at the sudden emptiness. The other clones encircle him, frantically stroking their cocks and watching with intense focus— waiting for the moment the shadow cock presses against his entrance. Yuji whines, breathless, as the clone slides his cock head against his hole, purposefully letting it dart away and bump into his perineum. Over and over, the clone shallowly fucks against him, eyes lidded as he watches Yuji squirm. His tip catches, and its finally dipping inside, pressing sure and fast; Yuji sighs with relief as he's filled so, so completely.
Then, the floor disappears from his back, taken over by another clone beneath him, and he's propped up by a chest to his back, cold flesh cooling the slick sweat coating him. Hands grab his waist, holding him there with a tender touch, before moving to pin his legs up. They hold steadfast to the backs of his knees, allowing the clone that's fucking him to remove its hands which find its way back to his hole. Fingers prod along his stretched rim, and this part is routine to Yuji— his favorite way to have Megumi. A finger slides inside, wriggles next to the massive cock impaling him and forces him to accept more, forces space for the other shadowy cock that nudges his hole. Yuji relaxes back, letting his weight be cradled, and sighs happily as he's pulled apart.
The moment his mouth opens, though, it's filled. One of the clones kneels above Yuji's head, and angles himself down to fuck into him again. His eyes water and he focuses on swallowing the clone down; being stuffed at both ends is heavenly, his eyes roll back into his skull and he hums, which has the clone responding with a brutal thrust forward into the back of his aching throat. Another finger wriggles its way inside of him, pushing more wetness inside, scissoring his insides open and making lewd squelching noises repeat over and over. He exhales as best he can through his nose, given just an inch of space to breathe by the clone nestled in his mouth pulling out, briefly, before plunging back inside.
A hand grabs his wrist, directing his attention to one of two sets of leaking cocks, guiding him to clumsily wrap around the shaft. Then, his other hand is pulled to the other shadowy cock, each on either side of him. When did that one get here? He tries to count, tries to recall how many of them there should be, how many he remembers agreeing to, but he can't.
Yuji's ears ring, and with discombobulated hands he starts jerking both of them with uncoordinated, sloppy movements. He feels the slippery head of a second cock nudging his rim, the only warning he gets before it's inching into the limited space inside of him, pushing against the clones cock and stretching Yuji to his limit. It feels different with two clone cocks, he thinks. There's no contrasting warmth from his Megumi against the cool, unnatural stretch of the shadow cock, but the fullness is the same— satisfying and addicting. The burning ache settles deep in his core before fizzling into a pleasant hum throughout his entire being, he can't help but feel that being overfilled and used for Megumi's pleasure is his one true purpose.
Teeth find his neck and clamp down, hard enough to break skin, and pain skitters and radiates down his limbs deliciously. Yuji spits out the dick in his mouth, teeth grazing the delicate skin in a way he knows Megumi loves. He's jostled, slammed into roughly by the clone on top of him, sparkles of pleasure flood his vision as both cocks begin to work together inside of him. Their rhythm is instantly synced and punishing, fucking into him with abrupt speed.
"Ah, Megumi!" He warbles, words coming out wet and scratchy, sounding debauched even to his own ears.
Soft, almost imperceptible groans and grunts fall from the clones lips. A cacophony of their little noises mix with the wet sounds of dicks fucking into his palms and into his hole fills the room.
"Another?" Megumi asks, and this time Yuji's certain he did.
The clones don't stop drilling into him, perfectly hammering into his prostate with every thrust. Numerous bruising hands dig painfully into his legs, into his arms, holding him right where they want him. Yuji squeezes his eyes closed, breathing heavily as he's catapulted towards the edge once more. His dick lurches as it spurts messy strings of come across his belly, onto the clones hands pressing adoration into his skin. And, in his daze, he blearily nods.
"So greedy." He hears Megumi murmur, or maybe he imagines it. Either way, he's nodding again, delirious, desperate.
Barely a second passes before another body is on him, this time straddling over top, lining up a solid, shadowy cock with his spent, oversensitive one. Yuji's hissing, gritting his teeth when the first edges of too much flood his system. His body instinctively tries to wriggle away, he squirms and arches away from the touch. But the clones are strong, stronger than his sluggish limbs, and they pin him in place. The clones fuck into his lax hands, the dick in his face ruts messily along his cheek, and Yuji's limbs go limp as the two clones fucking into him continue their thrusts. Their stamina is endless, prepared to keep up with Yuji for as long as he could go. He wonders briefly if Megumi's come yet, or if he's saving it for the very end.
The newest clone towers above him, looming with this sinister smile as his massive cock is rubbed against Yuji's. His eyes water, sending tears streaming down his cheeks, and yet he feels himself hardening again. Having all of these hands on him, multiple pairs of the same eyes he loves watching him fall apart— it's unlike anything he's ever experienced. Yuji can't stop chasing the feeling, even as his limbs are taken over, even as his body becomes more theirs than his.
He accepts their commandeering, lets the overstimulation fizzle and burn in his veins until he's dizzy with it. Movement all around him doesn't stop, and the clones are mechanically pounding into him like it's their sole purpose— which, yeah, he guesses it is. His eyes roll uncontrollably, bouncing around behind his eyelids as his body is offered up, as the clones don't slow their fondling, admiring, taking. With numb hands and weak arms he's held together by rough, shadowy hands; his cheeks sting, smacked raw by the cock in his face, and his hips cramp as he's split apart. The hands under his knees tighten their hold, digging ruthlessly into his flesh as his prostate is hammered into, and Yuji can only hold on.
He's delirious with pleasure, his body only registering the slide of shadowy skin against him, the pulse of Megumi's eager heartbeat in the clone's cocks, the soft panting whines that spill unbidden from his lips. Another orgasm boils over, and his cock spills between their stomachs, his head thuds back, slack. His skin is slick with his own mess, his legs ache, his own heartbeat rackets too loud in his ears. Overwhelming anxiety engulfs him, this sick feeling creeps and prickles up his spine, and he calls out, meek.
"Megumi?"
A hum reverberates out to ease him, yet his lip wobbles.
"Need you." It sounds pathetic, needy, but that's all he can comprehend right now— he needs Megumi.
Another hum, and the clones continue their steady, greedy movements. "You have me, don't you?"
"No," The sob rips from him, thunders through his chest painfully, and he weeps. "Only you!"
All at once, the chair creaks, and one by one the clones disappear into nothingness. Before he can mourn the touch, the emptiness, a grounding heat takes their place. Megumi's hand catches his head, palming it before he crashes to the floor. Boneless arms are redirected around Megumi's broad shoulders, and his trembling thighs are cushioned on top of Megumi's. He's crowding in close, cradling him in his arms sweetly, rubbing warmth into him. Yuji melts into the touch, the flesh, the warmth, the love. Megumi's kissing his temples, licking away his tears, and Yuji sniffles weakly.
"Shh," Megumi coos, voice syrupy soft, "I've got you, I've got you."
Yuji gasps when the blunt head of his dick kisses his hole, he feels himself fluttering, trying to suck him in. His body aches for him, and Megumi doesn't make him wait to be full again; he's pushing inside, sure and steady. Yuji's moaning weakly, and Megumi's hips are flush to his ass, his cock practically vibrates inside of him, clearly desperate for his own release. His free hand finds Yuji's cock, and he jolts, electrified at the touch.
"You did so good," He murmurs, slowly working his hand along Yuji's cock, willing it to hardness again. "Can you do one more for me?"
A beat passes, where Yuji genuinely doubts the possibility, but he's nodding without any convincing needed. Megumi's lips quirk up in a slight smile, and he's blanketing himself over Yuji, grinding his hips in these tight little circles. Yuji can tell he's exhausted, worn out from keeping so many clones out for so long, but he makes sure to press appreciative kisses to his skin, touches his body with fluttering, indulgent touches just the way Yuji likes. And Yuji can't help but feel so, so spoiled and loved— Megumi always gives him exactly what he needs. He melts into him, arches his sore back and moans as Megumi rolls his hips in lazy thrusts. Sparks bloom across his vision, sparkling an aurora of color as his prostate is expertly targeted, aiming to milk him of every last drop of come in his body.
Megumi's grip on his dick makes him feel rubbed raw, but the edge of pain laces addictively with the satisfaction coiling at the base of his spine. He doesn't fully harden, but Yuji feels that swirling agony in his gut, feels his balls tightening as Megumi works him over. Deep grunts are buried into his shoulder, warm puffs of breath condensate along his flushed skin, and all the love in the world settles on his chest. Yuji shudders, exhales whispering moans and when Megumi stills deep inside of him, filling him up with molten heat, he tumbles over the edge one last time. His dick lurches and spits up a little dribble of come down Megumi's knuckles, and the droplet lands freshly onto the drying mess on his stomach.
Megumi lays atop him, bracketing him bodily, and they pant softly into each other's mouths. Slowly, Yuji regains control of his limbs, sensation flooding in bit by bit. He wiggles his toes, combs uncoordinated fingers through Megumi's inky locks, and relishes in the soothing touch onto his stiff hips. Every joint aches, his tongue sticks uselessly to the roof of his mouth, and he feels absolutely filthy. Gentle kisses press to his puffy lips, and green eyes bore into his with striking intensity.
"Are you okay?" Megumi murmurs, hands never stalling their healing trek along his body.
Yuji swallows a few times, not looking forward to the days of hoarseness he knows will follow. "Yeah," He licks his lips, "It was good; I feel good."
"Yeah?" A kiss lands on his jaw, and Megumi's softening, slipping out. Yuji shudders, feeling warmth spilling out of him, trailing down his ass. Megumi's body rocks into his, smothering him with adoration oozing out of every pore.
"Yeah," He says, cheeky, "Next time I think I can take more."
Megumi stiffens, lifting his head and staring directly into Yuji's eyes. Black engulfs green and a pretty flush coats his cheeks, Yuji swears he feels Megumi's dick twitch against him.
"Oh?" He husks, voice deepening. "We'll see about that."
And it sounds more like a promise, one Yuji can't wait to be part of.