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Mickey fumbled for his cock, his briefs already on the floor by the time he shut the door. He scrambled clumsily up onto his bed, his hand fisting into his pants to grab at his cock as it stood to attention, already hot and leaking precum down onto the bedsheets. He felt his chest go rigid as he began slow, tentative strokes against it. His leg twitched restlessly as arousal flushed into his belly, heat raging up his skin.
"Fuck," he hissed, his strokes turning into quick pumps as he felt tears in his eyes, too horny to even think straight.
Mickey bit his tongue, his breath coming in heavy and laboured as he squeezed his eyes shut, head revered to the ceiling as he pumped his fists faster and faster around his cock until white strings of cum spluttered out.
He let the high burn into a measly drop before he let his hand flop to his side, falling back against the bed as he felt exhaustion overtake him.
He was about to roll over and wiggle back into his briefs when he heard his door click open, the metal groaning as it slid closed. He barely had time to even react until he felt pairs of eyes on him, wandering up his body as if lost on what the sight was.
"Well," Eighteen smirked. "Didn't know you were this shameless."
Mickey groaned, already shrugging up to his elbows as he glared at the younger. "Shut up," he muttered out, sitting up hunchbacked; making sure his arms covered his now limp dick so the shame didn't kill him. "Why're you here? Don't you have double shift today?"
"Double shift my ass," Eighteen deflected. " Does it matter? I mean…" His eyes flickered down to Mickeys arm, his smirk back on his face. "What were you doing anyway, huh?"
Mickey flushed. "Shut up."
"Having fun without me?”
"Shut. Up.”
"Oh, quit that," Eighteen drawled, already plopping himself down onto the bed next to him. He looked at him lazily before placing a casual hand behind them, smirking. "I am pretty curious though: what got your rocks off? Didn't know we were just spontaneous like that. Didn't you have tomato picking today? Don't tell me that Blurke guy gave you the hots, did he?"
"What? No!" Mickey shoved at his chest. "Whats your problem? Can't you just leave me alone?"
Eighteen smirked. “Why would i? Come on…” his hand wandered to Mickeys dick, thumbing it through his shorts. Mickey tried to glare, but it was hard when arosual sparked up into his body like fire. “You don’t gotta play alone like this,” Eighteen drawled. “Come on. Let me help you.”
Mickey tried to be somewhat reluctant, but his dick was getting increasingly harder in his pants, and with Eighteen palming him like that… He bit his lip, flush in his cheeks as he muttered, “fine.”
That, supposdely, was Eighteens trigger word. Before Mickey knew it Eighteens cock was out as well. It was standing to attention, the tip red and angry. Even despite them being clones, Mickey couldn’t help the whine that left his throat as Eighteen brought their dicks together, rubbing them.
“Like that?” Eighteen grinned, his hips shifting to slide himself up and down against Mickey.
Mickey just nodded, tears creeping into his eyes. His dick was already oversensetive from his last orgasm, and he could feel the tight coil in his stomach rapidly approaching as Eighteen rubbed their dicks together. He let out a groan between clenched teeth, bucking into the feeling as Eighteen let his hand fall away, their hips doing all the work now.
It was.. Odd. They had done this before, but right after an orgasm? God, he couldn’t tell you how fast the pleasure quickly ranked up, and before he knew it, cum was spurting from his cock, long strips of it splattering onto Eighteens own dick and stomach. Eighteen grinned, grabbed at their dicks, and began pumping them together. Mickey gasped, whining almost desperately as his head was thrown back.
“Ah—Eight—!”
“Shut up.” Eighteens voice was rough, hoarse; close to his own orgasm, too. Mickey grit his teeth, trying and failing to keep his moans to himself. “Goddammit, Mickey, shut the fuck up!”
“C—Can’t.” Mickey squeezed his eyes shut, breath hitching as Eighteen pumped their dicks harder together. “Oh, god, Eight, I—I’m—m’gonna, gonna cum—”
“Don’t.” Eighteen growled out, spit flying from his face. He glared at Mickey head on. “Don’t you dare fucking cum. Don’t, Mickey.”
He tried to. God, he really tried to. He felt his stomach flip and clench, his breaths growing short and laboured as he felt his orgasm right on the crisp of exploding. However, as soon as he was sure he was about to let loose, Eighteen withdrew his hand from their dicks, seperateing them. Mickey whined.
“Eight,” he begged. “Eight, please, please, please…”
“I said, don’t cum.” Eighteen was breathing heavy, too, though, his own eyes glistening with unshed tears. Mickey whimpered, his hips thrusting forward in a desperate plea, his cock red and angry and sore. He couldn’t deal with this. Why was Eighteen being so mean? “Please,” he pleaded, voice whiny and shrill. “Please, please, lemme cum, please…”
Eighteen shook his head. “No.”
“Eight—”
Eighteen shook his head, and Mickey just pouted, his own hand coming to grab at his dick to start pumping himself off again. However, Eighteen quickly slapped his hand away, before manhandling him down onto the bed so that he was on top of him and pinning his arms above his head. Their dicks rubbed together, both impossibly hard, and Eighteen glared like he wanted to kill him.
“Don’t beg,” Eighteen snarled, one of his hands coming down to push their dicks together. “It makes you look pathetic.”
Mickey jolted, letting out a miserable cry as another sloppy, stringy orgasm crashed through him. Tears were slipping freely from his eyes, now, his cheeks ruby and wet. He didn’t even look at Eighteen as he did it, white blooming behind his eyes as he felt his ears cloud and his breath stutter in his lungs. Eighteen just continued to rub their dicks together before he, too, couldn’t help himself, his cum splattering all over onto Mickeys chest and thighs.
“Fuck,” Eighteen moaned, pumping his dick just to squeeze out the last of his cum. “Oh, fuck…”
Mickey heaved, their laboured breathing moving in sync as they both tried to come down from their orgasmic high. Eighteen sighed, deeply, his hands falling to cage Mickey on the bed, his head sagging against Mickeys own. They looked at each other, just for a moment, before Eighteen kissed at his cheek. s
“That was…” He panted. "God. That..."
“Amazing,” Mickey whispered for him, sighing heavily as he felt his dick limp against his stomach. “That was… Amazing.”
Eighteen looked down at him, nodding, and snuggled into the mans hold. His lips pressed against his collarbone, arms coming to lock around his shoulders. Mickey sighed, his own hands coming to loop around Eighteens shoulders as they settled into that afterglow.