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“F-fuck. You're tight. Are you always this tight?” Morgan didn’t respond, couldn’t respond. They just clung tighter to the back of the couch as Alex pulled out and slowly pushed back in. There were a lot of miscellaneous fluids being released. Morgan barely had the presence of mind to note that it was disgusting, but every thrust of Alex’s cock had their thoughts rapidly scrambled and rearranged.
Drool trickled down Morgan’s jaw and onto their forearms, smearing across their skin as their body jerked with the movements of their partner. Alex had their forehead pressed in between Morgan's shoulders, their tongue lapping at the sweat there. Finally, precome mixed with lube– the sticky mess of it slicked Morgan’s abused ass. Morgan’s precome was being smudged across the faux leather of the couch cushions and their thighs.
A cough came from nearby. Morgan only just made it out under the louder sounds of pants and grunts. If Alex noted it they didn’t slow their pace, the thrusts came faster; rougher.
Just out of Morgan’s sight was a summoned throne, and sat upon it most regally was a very bitter super villain. Morgan felt sorry, picturing them behind the pair. Their legs would be crossed and their lips pouting. Still clutching pretty green yarn in their greedy fingers.
“If Morgan is tight, maybe you should’ve spent more time prepping them.” Alex doesn’t deign to look behind them, only lifting their head from Morgan’s back to toss words over their shoulder. Their hands grasping Morgan’s hip to drag them back deeper on their dick.
“Silence, Cuck-Chair. You can’t even be bothered to send a text.”
“It was an honest mistake!”
“No.” The Alex inside Morgan found their prostate on the next thrust. Morgan cried out, as Alex genuinely began to pound into them. Further back the rustle of the other S-tier’s squirming was drowned out by the slapping of skin on skin and Alex growling behind them.
“No.” Alex repeated, catching their breath. “You were too busy doing this. While I was out looking for fucking yarn in Peru!”
“Uhn, uhn, A-alex.” It was true. Alex-Number-One had the time to learn what Morgan liked and how to accommodate for their weaker body. This Alex was new, and bone weary, and angry. The rustle of moving fabric came closer, and Alex’s thrusts sped up. Their arms came around Morgan’s shoulders like a cage. After a moment, a fully clothed copy of Morgan’s partner appeared beside them.
“You’re being too rough. Morgan didn’t do anything wrong.”
“They seem to be enjoying themselves. I think you’re full of it.”
True on all accounts, Alex was in fact “Full of it”, Morgan’s body was pulsating. The pleasure spiked every time Alex drove their cock into their core. There was an ache everywhere, however, their ass, their untouched dick, and honestly? Their knees were starting to hurt from digging into the couch.
Gentle hands combed through messy hair. Morgan cringed, once again coming back rapidly to the thought of how sweaty they were in this moment. The fingers followed the movement, fulfilling their caress, as Alex’s yellow eyes softened like a sunset.
“Kiss?” They offered, voice like sugar. Morgan’s answer was a broken wordless moan. As they leaned forward to press into those pretty lips, they felt the soft puff of Alex’s breath upon their own. Before they could land, Morgan’s body was dragged back once more. Alex-Number-Two stood, and with impressive strength lifted Morgan to follow them. Gravity pulled them down further, so deep, Morgan could feel Alex’s thrusting in their gut.
“Fuuuck!” It was the first word Morgan had managed to enunciate since they started this endeavor. Alex now sat on the couch, fingers drumming along the back cushion, glaring just over Morgan’s shoulder.
Alex was holding Morgan from under their thighs, lifting and dropping them like they weighed nothing. Practically folded in half against their partner body, but also staring directly into the darkening gaze of their partner before them. Morgan’s erection twitched, red and lonely, as Alex watched it bob with their clone’s thrusts. Another hoarse broken moan brought their attention back to Morgan. Wordless in their communication.
“You’re hurting their knees.” The thrusts slowed, and Morgan noted the movement in their peripheral as doing basic checks.
“I could give you cybernetic knee caps?” It was murmured into Morgan’s ear in a way that was meant to be sexy, like Alex wasn’t discussing altering their body. “Or we could snap two or three years off of your age?”
“N-no.” Morgan gasped “Just go gentler, g-god.” They felt the responding shrug, as Alex lifted their body back up and down on their cock of steel once more.
“Hmm or…” Couch Alex patted the seat beside them. Morgan’s face pinched in thought, not picking up on their idea, but other Alex must have. They walked back to the couch and sat beside their clone, leaving Morgan on top. Thrusts became gentler as requested, but now Morgan was faced with eating their words. They couldn’t come like this. They tried lifting themselves up, to drop down, but their partner held firm to Morgan’s hips. Alex was grinding up into their sweet spot at a leisurely pace, constantly. Morgan began to sob, the frustration reaching a peak.
“Alex, Please! Please!” A kiss was pressed into their shoulder, and Morgan could feel the smirk attached to it. Hands petted down their wet shivering thighs, to quiet Morgan’s begging. And then a snap was heard. A matching smirk appeared in front of them and a very naked Alex climbed atop the couch tower.
“Shh, shh, baby. We’re gonna take good care of you.” And those sweet lips were finally tasted.
Now to be noted, all Alex clones were very much identical in every way. From head to toes, alterations really only happened across alternative realities. This morning, this Alex had a cock. Morgan was surprised to see what was once a proud and impressive seven inches, was now replaced with a blushing vulva.
“W-wha-?”
“Mmhm, and I come pre-prepped.” bragged Alex. They batted their eyelashes in a way that Morgan knew was supposed to look coquettish, and not ridiculous. “Can you hold out long enough for me to come, sweet thing?”
“Nn– Alex– I can’t– I ca– hah. Plea–.” They didn’t wait for the affirmative, just sinking down slick and slow. It felt so good, encased in the soft velvet of their partner, feeling the flexing of their body as they took Morgan inch by inch. Another kiss, pressed into Morgan. A soft tongue kindly requested entry to Morgan’s mouth. Alex tasted like mint and winter, sharp and addictive.
The kiss was soothing, and Morgan thought for a moment they might be able to regain themself. Then a sharp bite to the peak of their shoulder brought them back to the moment.
“Be gentle with my partner. You're going to tear a hole in them.”
“My partner.” Came the possessive response. And then the grinding began again, up into Morgan, pressing them further up and into Alex.
“Hhhh–Ohgodohgodohgod.”
“Mmm” was the almost bored response from above. The house spouse stared intently down at the disheveled mess of their love. Red in the face and gasping uncontrollably. Alex spat into their own hand and lowered it to their clit. They began to play with themself and circle their hips on Morgan’s dick. The stimulation from Morgan’s ass and the clenching on their cock was driving them to madness. Sandwiched between two perfect versions of their favorite person. Morgan threw their head back, groaning with the effort of holding back as the two took their time to reach their own peaks. Someone’s hands were on Morgan’s hips, guiding them in small movements. Another set fluttered from Morgan’s neck to their chest, raking nails over sensitive flesh.
“Are you– Are you almost there yet? Some of us have been waiting for this moment a long time.” Maybe the Alex at the bottom of the pile had meant to sound mean, but breathless as they were, their desperation was showing.
“It– It doesn’t take long– Not with them– It’s so embarrassing.” Shy yellow eyes blinked away and back to Morgan’s. “I’m practically a sex god, and it only takes me five seconds to lose control when it’s– hmm– them.”
“Hgnnn.” Morgan’s hips gave an involuntary thrust upwards, and like dominos they couldn’t stop. To pull away put them back down on that hard glorious cock. Then they were all moving in sync, the harsh snap of hips colliding with Morgan’s ass throwing them up and into the tight heat from above. Alex lifted and dropped and lifted themself over and over again down onto Morgan.
“I’m gon– gonna c-come”
“Mmhm. Yess, yes. Just like that, sweet heart” Morgan couldn’t respond, only gasp for air. Then– warmth flooded from below and the earth shattering thrusts became wild, bucking, and uneven.
“F-Fu-Uck.” Alex cried. Fluttering began, a tightening, more and more around Morgan’s length. The thighs resting upon their own began to quiver, despite the effort being put into continuing their trajectory.
“C-come– Ah– Come for me, Morgan.”
They did, full bodied and shaking. There was nowhere to fall apart to, stuck in between one partner and another. Their hips could only twitch as they spurted shot after shot into their spouses hole. Below they felt the slosh of Alex’s come filling them to the brim. They felt raw, and spent. Tired but surrounded. So safe, to be held so tightly.
In a few days time, outside Alex was bundled back off to find the world's best knitting pin. They left with a kiss, and a squeeze. Morgan would have to make it a point to keep better track of Alex’s clones with a group chat. After they recovered, and god help them, not all at once.