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Out of all the ways Kyungsoo has been surprised by Chanyeol, he never expected to find himself sandwiched between his boyfriend and his… polar opposite clone.
When the idea came up during their dinner with Jongdae and Baekhyun, Kyungsoo just laughed it off.
“What are you even talking about?! We’re not in 2050.” He said. It was nearly impossible to find someone’s clone from an exoplanet yet. Nearly.
Until Jongdae searched for Chanyeol’s when he asked him to, just like he found Baekhyun’s clone.
Kyungsoo thought everyone was just bluffing. It was possibly just another phenomenon everyone seemed to blindly believe. Until he saw one with his own eyes, he was proudly a disbeliever.
Well, that was before he came home to his boyfriend dressed in layers of red and black rock-style clothing and smudged eyeliner detailing his doe eyes.
“Oh my god!” Kyungsoo jumped, dropping the grocery bags on the floor when he encountered the very familiar yet strange man leaning on the kitchen island.
A hundred thoughts ran through his mind about why his minimalist boyfriend would change his aesthetic in one night’s time, and none of them included his clone actually getting in touch with him and arriving on earth.
Yet everything about him still seemed… odd. His scent was drastically different, his frame was much larger, and his hair was much longer.
Something twisted in Kyungsoo’s gut when the idea finally reached him.
“Relax—acting like you saw a ghost.” The man in front of him slurred, his voice raspier than usual and his tone playful.
“What—who…? What did you do?” Kyungsoo muttered, kicking off his shoes and stumbling toward him.
“I don’t know, babe. Ask your pretty boy; I’m not your boyfriend.” The taller man replied, idly sucking the lollipop in his hands back between his lips. “This stuff is so good.” He exclaimed.
“What.” Kyungsoo blinked. His heart sank to his ass when he realized the man in front of him was indeed Chanyeol’s clone.
“Soo!” Chanyeol exclaimed as he appeared from another hallway.
“Chanyeol, what the fuck is going on?” Kyungsoo asked, eyes gazing up at his boyfriend as he held his waist.
“Jongdae actually got to find him!” Chanyeol beamed with joy. “It only took a month, which is, like, a new record.” He said with a smile.
Kyungsoo swallowed hard, the hands on Chanyeol’s chest slowly faltering as he looked at the strange man behind him.
“I’m Loey, nice to finally meet you.” The clone, Loey, said with a smile, waving casually with the lollipop still in his mouth.
“I know it feels weird, but let’s go with the flow, hm? Are you okay with that?” Chanyeol asked in a whisper, blinking his doe eyes with an endearing pout drawn on his lips.
Kyungsoo turned to look at Loey once again. “I mean… He’s…”
“Hot.” Chanyeol said immediately.
Kyungsoo turned his head swiftly to stare at Chanyeol with a mix of shock and amusement.
“Don’t judge.” Chanyeol shrugged.
Kyungsoo chuckled. “You’re not wrong. You’d really rock that punk rock style, huh?”
“I guess…”
“I don’t blame you, anyway. If I were you, I’d fall for myself, too.” Kyungsoo shrugged, smiling fondly at him.
“Are y’all gonna finally kiss, or what?” Loey asked from behind them.
The couple turned their heads toward him slowly.
“What?” Chanyeol asked cautiously.
“Why are you wearing shoes in the house?” Kyungsoo asked in a stern tone.
“Oh. I dunno. Will you punish me, sir?” Loey asked with a smirk, kicking his shoes off to the side.
Kyungsoo didn’t know what was more shocking at that moment. The fact that he immediately got hard as a reaction, or the fact that he could also feel Chanyeol’s boner digging into his stomach.
The couple slowly turned to stare at each other with furrowed brows.
“I didn’t come all the way here to spend the day watching you both panic. Are we gonna fuck or not?” Loey narrowed his eyes.
Back to reality, Kyungsoo felt an unnatural heat rise in his chest by the second as the broad chests on either of his sides rose and fell around his face.
It was nearly sunset. Golden sunrays spilled through the small windows of the humble bedroom, casting warm light over the trio in the otherwise darkened room.
Everyone was still fully clothed, yet Kyungsoo found the intimacy of the moment enticing.
Loey’s hand rested on his left thigh, gently brushing his thumb against the soft skin under the hem of his shorts. Kyungsoo felt his nerves buzz with thrill. For some reason, he felt just as comfortable with Loey as he always did with Chanyeol, in addition to the thrill of exploring another type of sexual experience with his boyfriend.
Kyungsoo couldn’t handle Loey’s sultry gaze, so he turned to Chanyeol and pulled him by the collar to tenderly kiss his lips.
Chanyeol instantly melted into the kiss, parting his lips to elevate it into a slow, obscene makeout session. His hand travelled to Kyungsoo’s right thigh, deliberately sliding closer to his groin.
“You’re so hot.” Loey whispered, planting wet kisses under Kyungsoo’s ear.
Kyungsoo moaned, his legs mindlessly spreading to rest on both of their thighs.
Chanyeol hummed, his left hand swiftly lifting up Kyungsoo’s t-shirt.
Kyungsoo felt a sting of cold breeze hit his body once his shirt was thrown off to a dark corner of the room. Loey’s warm, large hand replaced that cold with unbearable heat upon the small of Kyungsoo’s back.
Kyungsoo didn’t know if he was dreaming. The lingering touches of the taller men felt intimate yet perverted, and that caused his gut to twist further with excitement. He had never thought about it before, but now he knew that if there was one thing better than having Chanyeol, it was having two of him.
“You’re so tense, Kyungsoo. Must’ve been working yourself to the bone.” Loey slurred against his skin, trailing kisses along his collarbone.
Kyungsoo’s body only tensed up more, his fingers clawing the sheets under him and Chanyeol’s hoodie.
“Relax, honey. We’ll make you feel good.” Chanyeol whispered against his lips, his doe eyes narrowing with lust.
Kyungsoo’s breath hitched, realizing how putty he became in the pair’s hands.
Loey’s hand left a red imprint on Kyungsoo’s thigh when he lifted it to swiftly get rid of Chanyeol’s top.
Kyungsoo took the opportunity to lean back, watching Chanyeol and Loey naturally move together above him. Chanyeol slid Loey’s red flannel off, then slowly leaned back to observe his sleeve and chest tattoos along with Kyungsoo.
Loey smirked, sliding his hand up Chanyeol’s chest to his chin before leaning in to kiss him.
Kyungsoo felt the glory of the moment under the golden hour lights that fell upon them. His cock twitched at the view, shifting uncomfortably in their laps as he licked his lips. He may or may not have moaned loudly, because the pair slowly turned to stare at him with sly smirks on their faces.
“Oh.” Kyungsoo breathed out, gasping when they immediately roamed their hands around his body.
While Chanyeol painted hungry kisses on his biceps, Loey scattered wet bites and hickeys along his chest. Kyungsoo felt like he was on fire, his hands running to grab their hair as he shamelessly groaned with each kiss imprinting haphazardly on his skin.
Loey set his hand on Kyungsoo’s waist and pulled him into a kiss.
Loey’s kiss, though, felt much different than Chanyeol’s. He kissed fiercely, immediately asserting dominance with the metal grip on Kyungsoo’s waist and the instant intrusion of his tongue in his mouth.
Chanyeol ran his hand down Kyungsoo’s arm then took his fingers in his mouth, coating them with warm saliva before running his hand down his neck. Kyungsoo roamed both of his hands around their bodies, feeling the drastic difference in their frames and body heat.
He lost the touch of Chanyeol’s body for a moment, frantically searching for him with his hand while Loey hungrily sucked on his bottom lip. Until he felt his shorts slip down and get thrown off to who knows where. Chanyeol placed small kisses on Kyungsoo’s lower stomach, making him shiver under the tender touch and mindlessly jerk his hips upward.
Loey finally pulled away, staring at Kyungsoo with hazy eyes before holding him close to his chest. The pair watched Chanyeol put on his show, how he deliberately teased his boyfriend as he grazed his teeth right above the waistband of his boxers.
Kyungsoo groaned, his fingernails lightly digging into Loey’s back.
Chanyeol parted his lips, eyes wide in feigned innocence as he placed open-mouthed kisses on Kyungsoo’s clothed cock.
“Yeol…” Kyungsoo moaned, resting his head on Loey’s chest as his breath began to quicken.
“He looks so pretty, doesn’t he?” Loey whispered.
Kyungsoo squirmed in his hold in response, groaning again when Chanyeol’s moan vibrated against his dick.
“Answer me, Kyungsoo. Doesn’t he look pretty like that? All pliant and diligently working to make you feel good?” Loey continued, a smirk evident in his voice as he ran a gentle hand over Kyungsoo’s stomach.
Kyungsoo hummed. “Yes.” He replied quietly.
Chanyeol smiled as he took Kyungsoo’s cock between his lips.
He rolled his head back, moaning loudly at the familiar, warm engulfment of his boyfriend’s mouth.
“Chanyeol sure does know how to please you, hm? It’s like he was made for it.”
Loey shoved two fingers in Kyungsoo’s mouth, chuckling when the shorter man sucked on them immediately.
“So beautiful, Yeol. You’re doing so well.” Loey cooed, his tone almost taunting.
Chanyeol moaned around Kyungsoo’s cock, holding his thighs on his shoulders as he bobbed his head on the length.
Loey added a third finger in Kyungsoo’s mouth, thrusting his hand at a relentless pace.
“You seem to be such a good cockslut, Kyungsoo. Just like your boyfriend.” Loey smirked, pulling his hand out with a string of saliva following his fingers and falling on Kyungsoo’s chest.
“Don’t make him come, Yeol. C’mere.”
Chanyeol pulled away from Kyungsoo’s cock with a pop sound before crawling up to kiss him.
Loey reached a hand down to tease Kyungsoo’s entrance, smirking along with Chanyeol when the man in between them jumped at the intrusion.
“You’re still tense, Soo.” Chanyeol said with a pout, rubbing Kyungsoo’s nipples softly and watching them harden.
“Relax for us, baby.” Loey sang in his ear.
The pair smirked when Kyungsoo finally started to melt in their arms and spread his legs further. He braced himself for the thick fingers slowly entering his hole, gripping both of their thick thighs to ease the temporary pain.
“There you go. You’re good.” Loey cooed before slowly moving his fingers, smiling with Chanyeol as they watched the pleasure paint Kyungsoo’s face.
“Ah…” Kyungsoo gasped at the stretch when Loey added a third finger, squirming between their larger bodies.
“So pretty…” Chanyeol whispered in his ear, fingertips grazing his sensitive sides to make him squirm.
Under the teasing kisses and touches of the two men holding him, tears stained Kyungsoo’s cheeks as his dick twitched in pain. Loey alternated between a relentless pace and a slow one while fingering him, edging the moans of pleasure out of his lips every few minutes as he grazed his prostate.
“Please…” Kyungsoo cried, blinking his tears away as he stared at them in desperation.
“I thought you were the tough dom here, Soo. Now you’re crying desperately for cock while you can’t even handle three fingers?” Loey scoffed.
“Your Yeollie can barely keep himself together, too. He’s far too gone to help you now.”
Kyungsoo whined, noticing the same look Chanyeol had when he slowly fell into subspace appear on his face.
“Baby…” Kyungsoo whispered, kissing him tenderly with a gentle hand on his neck.
Loey pulled out of Kyungsoo’s hole slowly and carried him to rest against the headboard.
Kyungsoo watched intently when Loey approached his clueless boyfriend, who was still sitting by the edge of the bed. The pain in his aching cock only intensified when the pair started to make out hungrily.
Loey’s hands were firmly holding Chanyeol’s waist in place while Chanyeol took the opportunity to run his hands all over the larger man’s body. Everything about the pair together was perfect. It was like they knew everything about each other’s bodies already.
Loey swiftly took off Chanyeol’s shorts and manhandled him to face Kyungsoo on his knees. Chanyeol shivered under their gazes on his lace panties, squirming when Loey’s arm curled around his stomach. Kyungsoo was staring at them with pure lust in his eyes, his dominating gaze slowly returning when they locked eyes.
Loey grabbed the lube bottle Chanyeol had left on the bed and squirted a generous amount on his fingers. Chanyeol immediately spread his legs, grabbing Loey’s arm for stability as he pulled the panty aside and eased two fingers into his hole.
“Oh!” He gasped, eyes rolling back in pleasure.
“Good boy.” Loey exclaimed loud enough for the couple to hear.
He started at a fast pace almost immediately, impressed by the way Chanyeol easily took it all in.
Chanyeol moaned with each thrust, finding comfort in the unusual warmth of Loey’s fingers. Though his mind brought him back to the pain of the panties tugging at his aching cock. He started tearing up when Loey added another finger, bending forward for a better angle and moaning loudly at the pleasure.
“Your pretty boy just takes it so well, Kyungsoo.” Loey said with his gaze on Chanyeol’s stretched hole. “You seem to train him a lot, don’t you?”
“Yeah…” Kyungsoo replied with a grunt, lazily stroking his cock while eyefucking Chanyeol himself.
Loey pushed Chanyeol closer to Kyungsoo, lifting him with one arm to make him straddle his boyfriend.
“Sir!” Chanyeol moaned when his clothed cock grazed Kyungsoo’s.
“He’s so pliant. So polite.” Loey laughed, pressing his chest against his back and marking hickeys down his shoulder.
He maintained a fast rhythm in Chanyeol’s hole while he rutted against his boyfriend’s dick.
Kyungsoo felt faint as the size difference between his boyfriend and his clone grew more evident in front of him. He noticed how broader—and overall larger—Loey was compared to Chanyeol. It wasn’t like Chanyeol wasn’t big already, and that’s why Kyungsoo was so shocked.
The veiny arm around Chanyeol’s stomach and his wet cock grazing his own almost sent him to the edge. Kyungsoo hooked the front of the panties to let Chanyeol’s cock spring free against his stomach, hearing the sigh of relief leave his lips above him.
“So hot…” Kyungsoo muttered, resting his hand on Chanyeol’s hip to guide him.
Chanyeol whimpered, his hands gripping Loey’s arm while grinding desperately against Kyungsoo’s cock.
Loey withdrew his hand and whispered something in Chanyeol’s ears. Kyungsoo watched his boyfriend’s face flush and eyes widen as a reaction. He swallowed hard, knowing what was to come would plausibly shock him even more.
It did.
Chanyeol moved to lean against the headboard while Loey carried Kyungsoo to make him sit on his knees, his small back against the taller man’s chest.
Kyungsoo straddled Chanyeol’s lap, leaning down to kiss him passionately while Loey teased his fingers around his hole again. He followed his boyfriend’s lead in the kiss until he felt the hard tip of his cock rim his hole.
He gasped, shaky fingertips sinking into Chanyeol’s chest as Loey pushed him down on the cock slowly.
“Oh, Yeol…” Kyungsoo moaned, throwing his head back in pleasure as the familiar warmth filled his hole.
“So good, dear. Now ride him like there’s no tomorrow.” Loey said with a smack on Kyungsoo’s ass, his deep chuckle audible once Kyungsoo immediately complied.
The subtle stretch around Chanyeol’s cock was bearable enough for Kyungsoo. He enjoyed the perfect, snuggly fit they had whenever Chanyeol topped him. He started with grinding on the hard dick first before slowly bouncing with a stable rhythm on the length.
Kyungsoo didn’t mind being on top, ever. He barely got tired while straddling or riding Chanyeol, so it was all to his advantage to take control regardless.
That is when he did so without any intrusions. But the large hands that rubbed his hips from behind indicated that this was going to be much harder than he thought.
Loey pressed his back against Kyungsoo’s chest, and he felt a large, thick length graze his lower back with each thrust.
“Oh my god.” Kyungsoo gasped in realization.
Chanyeol furrowed his brows at him, clueless and hazy with pleasure.
“Think you can take both of us, pretty?” Loey whispered in Kyungsoo’s ear, fingers teasing his hole beside Chanyeol’s cock.
He never told anyone, including Chanyeol, about some of his fantasies, but one of them was surely an intense double penetration with two larger men. Kyungsoo already tried double penetration with Chanyeol before, but doing it with two people, one of them basically being another version of his boyfriend? His wildest dream was finally coming true.
“Yes.” Kyungsoo frantically nodded, leaning forward to melt in Chanyeol’s arms once Loey disappeared from behind him.
A long moan was drawn out of his lips when Loey’s warm tongue teased at his entrance.
“You’re doing so well, Soo.” Chanyeol whispered, running a gentle hand down his back.
Kyungsoo shuddered, whimpering when his hole naturally started stretching around Loey’s tongue.
Loey then eased two fingers beside Chanyeol’s cock, trailing tender kisses on Kyungsoo’s back with a hand soothing his side.
“You seem like such a cock slut, Kyungsoo,” Loey said with a smirk. “So eager to have as many cocks as possible at once.”
Kyungsoo whined, squirming under the teasing touch of Loey’s fingertips against his back.
Loey chuckled. “Relax, baby. We’ll make you feel so good.”
Kyungsoo clawed at Chanyeol’s shoulders when Loey’s tip slowly entered his hole.
“Oh! Oh my god…” He moaned loudly, shuddering in Chanyeol’s arms.
The stretch was almost unbearable yet incredibly satisfying. Kyungsoo didn’t know the greed of feeling so full was that satisfying to fulfill. Loey’s warm cock slowly made its full way into his entrance, making Chanyeol moan at the graze between their cocks inside of him.
“There we go. That wasn’t so hard.” Loey exclaimed, a smile evident in his tone.
Kyungsoo breathed heavily, trying his best to relax and make the most out of the experience by slowly adjusting to the wide stretch.
“Okay… P-please move.” He muttered after a few moments.
The slow brush of Loey’s cock inside him was almost ticklish. “Oh!” He gasped, jumping from Chanyeol’s arms to arch his back.
“Fuck… So pretty, Soo.” Chanyeol grunted, large hands grabbing his cheeks to spread them apart.
“You feel so good, dear. Like you’re a slut who lives merely to take cock.” Loey groaned, sliding a hand on Kyungsoo’s stomach to pull him back.
Kyungsoo cried, shuddering at the feeling of Loey’s larger body behind him. Both cocks were almost perfectly angled inside him; he could feel Chanyeol’s cock graze his prostate from the pressure.
Loey started at a moderate pace, teasing Kyungsoo’s nipples and guiding his hips on Chanyeol’s cock to follow his rhythm.
The boyfriends locked eyes. Chanyeol had a smile of pure bliss drawn on his face; Kyungsoo guessed this could’ve been one of his wildest fantasies, too. Their hands mindlessly interlocked, Kyungsoo squeezing Chanyeol’s hand for comfort. He loved how they still managed to be intimate even if there was another person with them.
Kyungsoo finally felt at ease with each thrust of both cocks. He thrived through the pleasure coming from being manhandled to better angles and almost crushed between both bigger men.
When he stumbled forward and fell on Chanyeol’s chest, Loey trapped him between them by leaning closer to his back. The pair teased him mercilessly then, finding his sensitive spots and grazing his flailing cock ever so slightly. He cried from the overstimulation, though secretly loving the humiliation of being used as a toy for both of them.
“What, too weak to fight back? Do something if you don’t like it then.” Loey spat, pressing a hand in Kyungsoo’s stomach to feel their lengths bulge in his stomach with every push.
Kyungsoo whined, squirming and weakly attempting to push Loey’s weight off of him but obviously failing.
He knew he couldn’t last much longer from the way Chanyeol’s cock repeatedly brushed against his prostate, and the way Loey’s arms surrounded his smaller body while Chanyeol’s pecs bounced with each thrust made him almost come right there.
“Please—I'm so close.” Kyungsoo murmured, tears of pleasure dropping on Chanyeol’s chest as the pair went faster.
“Beg for it, Soo. Show us how bad you want it.” Chanyeol whispered in his ear.
Kyungsoo shuddered, eyes wide in shock at Chanyeol’s sudden switch. He couldn’t believe their dynamic could switch this easily, yet the thrill pumped his heart from experiencing Chanyeol’s dominance.
“Please… Please let me come…” Kyungsoo murmured, somehow shy despite literally getting fucked by two cocks at the same time.
“That’s pathetic. Speak up.” Loey deadpanned, tightening his grip around Kyungsoo’s stomach.
“I’ve been so good.” Kyungsoo choked. “Please, sir. I promise I’ve been good. Please.”
Chanyeol wiped Kyungsoo’s tears off while Loey gave a chuckle of satisfaction in response.
“Jerk him off, Yeol.” He ordered, pulling Kyungsoo back to rest against his chest.
Chanyeol complied immediately, matching the rhythm of their cocks as he milked the cum out of Kyungsoo’s neglected dick.
“Oh god. Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you—” Kyungsoo cried, thick white ropes staining his and Chanyeol’s stomachs with each stroke and thrust.
“He’s so polite, too!” Loey laughed, lightly slapping his cock with a tender kiss on his cheek, drawing a whimper out of Kyungsoo’s lips.
The pair eventually slowed down their thrusts and came to a stop while still inside the younger man.
“Can you come twice, Yeol?” Loey asked.
Kyungsoo’s tired eyes shot open.
“Y-yes.” Chanyeol replied, brows furrowed at the question.
“Let’s fill him up first, then.” Loey said before resuming at his merciless pace and grabbing Kyungsoo’s hips to bounce back on their cocks.
“Ah!” Kyungsoo hissed. His hole was starting to burn and he was getting dizzy, but the thought of getting filled up seemed to make it all worth it.
“Fuck. You’re too good, Kyungsoo.” Loey moaned.
“Soo…” Chanyeol groaned, fingertips sinking into Kyungsoo’s thighs.
They finally reached their high and messily spilled inside of him. Kyungsoo rolled his eyes back, pure bliss washing over him from the warm feeling of getting filled up.
A shower of kisses and praises later, Kyungsoo lazily watched them start their round two a few moments after.
He stroked his hardened cock while taking in the scene.
Loey was fucking Chanyeol stupid at the edge of the bed. The pair were moving in perfect sync and—from experience—Loey seemed to know how to hit the right spots too well.
He discovered how much he enjoyed watching Chanyeol receive pleasure, even if it wasn’t from him. He looked too beautiful with bliss written all over his face. And the image of him getting fucked by his polar opposite clone was too enjoyable for Kyungsoo to even think of getting upset. He was secure enough to know he also gave him the right amount of pleasure.
The couple woke up the next morning without the extraordinary warmth in their bed. They scanned the room in confusion, bodies sore and eyes heavy.
“Is he gone?” Kyungsoo slurred, resting his head on Chanyeol’s shoulder.
“I think so.” Chanyeol replied.
Kyungsoo noticed a hint of disappointment in his voice.
“I’m sorry, baby.” He cooed, planting a small kiss near his collarbone while rubbing his stomach.
“It’s okay… I just wish I could’ve said bye.” Chanyeol bit the inside of his cheek.
Kyungsoo smiled fondly, squeezing his boyfriend’s face and pulling him down for a tender kiss. “You’re too cute.”
“Stop.” Chanyeol pouted.
“On a better note, I read somewhere that if he liked his visit enough, he could come visit again whenever he pleased.”
“Wait, really?!” Chanyeol’s doe eyes widened, joy filling them to the brim as he drew a wide smile.
“Mhm.” Kyungsoo nodded.
“He was unreal… I didn’t imagine him to be that different.”
“I did.”
Chanyeol turned his head swiftly. “You said you didn’t believe that was even a thing.”
“A man has his fantasies, Yeol.” Kyungsoo chuckled.
“Oh, like getting fucked by two dicks at once?” Chanyeol raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah! And like wanting to fuck another version of myself so badly.”
“Fair enough.”
“Yep.”
A comfortable silence filled the room. The couple stayed in bed for a while, listening to each other’s breath while getting lost in their own thoughts.
“We should try with your clone next—”
“No way in hell.”
“Got it.”