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“You're gonna look in your own eyes as you come.”
The words, spoken so close Homelander felt the breath of them on his cheek, sent a tingle up his spine. The feeling of need heating his crotch, while disgust simultaneously clenched at his stomach.
“And it's not even gay… if it's with yourself,” his double continued, a smirk widening across his face.
Homelander felt his gut clench again, then relax. Loosening as the words soothed away the ugly feeling of bile in the back of his throat. It wasn't gay. It was just him. Just him taking care of himself, just like always. His hand darted out, grasping a fistful of his double’s hair.
The imposter flinched slightly at the sudden move but recovered quickly, jaw clenching and lip twitching in a displeased curl. It was the same look of bored annoyance with a dash of frustration Homelander knew he wore often. As a reward for the smooth recovery back into character, Homelander gentled his hand. Releasing the violently strong grip to instead stroke smoothly through the golden strands.
“I am gorgeous,” Homelander murmured, voice low and deep. “I am perfect.”
Homelander brought up his other hand and cupped both sides of his double’s face. He brushed his thumbs over his high cheekbones, swept them under his brilliant cerulean eyes—long blond lashes fluttered closed briefly at the contact.
“Beautiful,” the double said softly, tipping in slightly.
Jaw twitching, Homelander glanced down at the other man's body. He was beautiful like this. The sheer material on the nightie stretched across his chest was a surprisingly erotic sight. The cups no longer filled out with plump breasts but instead stretched tight over the full muscles of his pectorals. Swallowing tightly, Homelander moved his hands down, wide palms cupping over his own chest, fingers brushing the peaks of nipples under silky sheer mesh.
His double made a low sound and leaned in a fraction more. “Your body would look perfect in anything. Because you're just. That. Hot.”
On the last word, the tip of his double's tongue brushed Homelander’s lip and his control—his sanity, what little he had to start with—fractured. Hands shooting back to the imposter's wide shoulders, Homelander pulled him in and crushed their mouths together in a wicked kiss. Tongue pressing into the other man's mouth with bossy dominance, teeth scraping over his lower lip to bite and pull before delving back in again to wrap his tongue around his double’s.
The other version of himself pushed back, lips wrestling against his in a mock battle for power. Homelander could tell there was no real force behind the attempts at control, or maybe it just felt that way because of his own strength. The double nipped his lip, perfect teeth latching onto it and sucking, dragging along it in a slow tug. A deep groan rumbled from Homelander’s chest, and when the other man tried to dive back for another kiss he stopped him.
“Knees, now,” he demanded, the order coming as low hiss.
His imposter licked his lips slowly and Homelander’s eyes nearly rolled back at the sight of his own mouth wet and puffy from the aggressive kissing. If that was what he looked like now… he could only imagine what it would look like after…
“I said now !” Homelander ordered again, displeased with the few moments it was taking the other man to comply.
The double responded swiftly this time, and Homelander watched as he sank to the floor in front of him. Large hands stroking over his hips and around to teasingly rub and cup his hardening cock through his suit.
“You like this? You know you do. Who wouldn't,” the kneeling man cooed in Homelander’s low voice. “Who wouldn’t want this.” He squeezed the bulk of Homelander’s firm dick, massaging through the spandex and padding of his suit.
“This big, beautiful, perrrrfect cock,” he continued as he undid the front of Homelander's uniform.
Looking down through his lashes Homelander watched his belt fall away to dangle around his hips, watched his own hands—so wide and powerful—open his pants and pull them down his thighs. He tipped his chin up, breath speeding up slightly as the imposter drew out his dick and nuzzled it, rubbing the shaft along the sharp line of his cheek bone.
“Look at you,” the double cooed. “So thick,” he squeezed the base, “so long,” he stroked slowly to the tip, fully hiding it under the tight foreskin, “so pretty and uncut.” He drew the foreskin back down and kissed the shining glans, wrapped his lips lewdly around them and flicked his tongue over the slit there.
Homelander shuddered, blowing out a ragged breath as his hands clenched at his sides. His cock was perfect. The definition of manhood. The perfect tool of pleasure.
“Worship it,” he commanded, gloved fingers moving to thread through thick blond hair. Making a disgruntled sound, he lifted his hand and bit the finger of his glove pulling it off before returning to the imposter's hair. Soft as corn silk, it felt as lovely as it looked.
“Worship me,” Homelander repeated, the words breathy, his senses already slipping away from him with the heady mix of power and pleasure.
It was the last prompt he had to give. A deep groan slipped up from his chest as his cock was plunged into wet, slick, heat. A firm grip around his base kept orgasm from rocketing out of him at the first slippery application of suction, and Homelander hissed, fingers gripping hard at golden hair. The firm hand around his base made his cock throb even harder but kept climax deliciously out of reach. It was perfect, just like him—because it was him.
Head rolling to the side he gasped, mouth falling open in bliss as he watched. His double's hair was ruffled from the harsh petting, a couple chunks of it falling over his forehead in a messy sexy fashion. His vibrant blue eyes were hooded, glazed over with focus on the task at hand. Low groans and shaky tiny moans poured from Homelander at the sight. At the hot hard suction enveloping him and the hand squeezing rhythmically at the base. It was wet, sloppy with saliva— spit running down over the other man's hand to dribble along his balls.
A small shudder danced up his spine and Homelander moved his still gloved hand to his crotch, cupping his sac and tugging gently. A moment later his hand was being forced away, and replaced by the imposter's.
“No, you let me take care of you,” he said, copying Homelander's motion. Massaging and tugging gently at the heavy sac. “You deserve to be taken care of,” his lips brushed teasingly at the tip of Homelander's cock as he spoke, and he swiped his tongue slowly and lewdly around the glans before slurping the girthy shaft back down.
“Fuck—yeah I do!” Homelander agreed, hips jerking forward to thrust harshly into his double's mouth. He gave a sharp gasp of pleasure as the action shoved the fat head of his dick down the back of the imposter's throat.
“You can take that, yeah, can't you?” Homelander praised. He pulled the other man off then pressed him back down, hips rocking forward to meet the motion. “I can take anything. I am the best at everything.”
He picked up a quicker pace, pressing repeatedly into his double’s throat, pausing to grind the other man’s face into his pelvis—burying the double’s nose in his dark gold bush. The hand on his sac had gone to dead weight, just holding on and providing consistent even pressure tugging down.
“Fuck, tell me—tell—” Homelander’s words stuttered and he pulled the imposter back up, pausing to allow him some control again.
“The best,” his double gasped as he pulled off. “The best,” he wrapped his lips around the tip and sucked hard, drawing Homelander’s foreskin back up to cover it.
“Perfection,” he said, lapping at the covered head, the tip of his tongue teasing just under the edge of the taut extra skin. “Exactly how nature intended,” he sucked a kiss around the glans, pushing the foreskin down before drawing it up again. “A god on earth.”
A ragged sigh stuttered over Homelander’s lips, a cocky smirk pulling wide across his face. “Don't stop. Don't!” Bringing his still gloved hand to his mouth he tore off the remaining glove and buried both bare hands in the silky thick mess of his double’s hair.
“You were built for this, for being pleasured. For being worshiped,” he nuzzled along the hefty length of Homelander's dick, rubbing the slick shaft against his cheek before showering it with sucking kisses.
“The cock of a god,” the imposter praised further. “Only another god deserves to touch this,” and his hand started to move.
“I am God,” Homelander gasped, watching as the other man's fist stroked over him. Wet and fast, sliding his foreskin down and back up over the head with every stroke. Teasing pleasure along the sensitive tip, every slick pass sending pleasure pulsing down his shaft to the base, culminating as a deep, desperate, throbbing need in his balls.
“And God deserves to come,” the double leaned back in, sucking hard at the head, lapping it sloppily with the flat of his tongue.
Homelander jerked forward with the first powerful pulse of orgasm, looking down to see the thick milky cum paint across his own face—mouth open and tongue waiting for it. Homelander saw red as he unloaded onto the imposter’s flushed and pleasure-slackened face. The ample ropes of it streaking his cheeks, his hair, catching against the delicate length of his lashes.
Gasping for air, Homelander released the other man and staggered back a step. Leaning heavily against the wall, he shut his eyes and breathed, listening to the rapid gallop of his own heart.
“We shouldn't waste the seed of a god.”
Homelander opened his eyes and returned his gaze to the double, still kneeling on the floor.
“That would just be… wrong, sinful.”
Homelander's jaw slackened, tongue sweeping slowly along his lips as he watched the other man lick his lips and capture as much cum as he could. Then he was gently swiping it from his face, collecting it on his fingers before greedily sucking them into his mouth. A deep rumbling groan left Homelander’s chest as he watched the imposter eat his cum. His cock—still plump and rosy from fading arousal—twitched valiantly and gave one more lazy weeping pulse.
The double was right there, crawling to him in time to catch the cum as it drizzled from his cock head in a thick string. Homelander reached for the other man, cupping one hand along his jaw and stroking slowly over his swollen lips.
“All I need is me,” Homelander breathed quietly.
The imposter smirked and sucked Homelander's thumb into his mouth for a moment. “A god to take care of a god.”
A smile tugged wide at the corners of his mouth as Homelander relaxed back against the wall, eyes sliding blissfully shut. “A god to take care of a god.”