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“Holy shit. There really is another you.”
You’re currently in a basement, looking at a perfect copy of Adrian, both in their Vigilante suits, the only difference the frames of their glasses as they beam at you.
“I told you… exactly like me!” Adrian — your Adrian — grins at you.
You reach out, then hesitate.
“Sorry, can I…?” you ask the Other Adrian, he nods, then steps forward as you put your hand on his face. He flinches slightly when your hands make contact.
“Your hands are so cold,” he mutters as you feel at his face.
“Yeah. Adrian dragged me out of bed and I didn’t have time to get dressed properly,” you explain. He lets you keep feeling at him, pushing his head into your hands so you can run your fingers through his hair.
Just like Adrian said, they’re exactly alike, they feel exactly alike. Next to him, Adrian pouts.
“You never get that touchy with me,” he complains, “you just met the guy.”
Laughter bubbles from your chest as you let go of his doppelgänger.
“Adrian we sleep together,” you say, but you give him the same once over, let your hands linger on his cheek. You put a hand on each of them, trying to compare the feel of them. Your Adrian moans a little when you drag your thumb across his bottom lip; Other Adrian just sighs softly, lets his lips fall apart slightly for you.
“So about that thing you wanted to try,” your Adrian starts.
“I wanted to try? Or you suggested,” you ask as you keep feeling at their cheeks, squishing them so they’re making funny faces. Neither makes a move to remove your hands, but they sigh in audible relief when you let go.
“I guess I suggested it, but you were so agreeable–” he stops when you raise an eyebrow at him.
“I’m sorry what thing did you wanna try?” Other Adrian asks, patting his suit down as his eyes flick between you and Adrian.
Adrian hesitates only slightly before saying “She wants to see if she can tell the difference between us if we fuck her while she’s blindfolded.”
Before you can even begin to remind him that it was his idea, Other Adrian’s eyes are widening and he’s saying excitedly, “Like an experiment. Test exactly how similar we are?”
He adjusts his glasses as he looks between you and your Adrian. You feel shy all of a sudden, in nothing but a thin sleep shirt and shorts.
“Yeah, yeah, an experiment. We’d obviously have to test different things, you know see if she can taste the difference or feel the difference better. We’ve gotta take turns on her naturally,” your Adrian’s hand comes down so he can adjust himself. They’re both staring at you so you turn your attention to everything else in the basement. There’s a little work bench, where what you can only assume are half-finished bombs lay waiting for attention. There are tools and tool boxes on every available surface. Except the very old couch.
“That sounds fun. Is that why you’re here,” Other Adrian grins as he follows your gaze. They both guide you over to the couch, grips uncharacteristically tight as they half push you down onto the cushions.
“First we should see if she can tell the difference just by taste,” Other Adrian says as he starts taking his costume off. It looks like a lightbulb goes off in your Adrian’s head as he follows suit, the two of them chattering excitedly. You’re fixated on their hands as they work when your Adrian yells out.
“You have to close your eyes. Otherwise you’ll just know by left or right. We need to be thorough,” he says, as him and Other Adrian wait patiently for you to close your eyes.
“And turn around,” one of them says.
And turn around.
You turn so you’re kneeling on the couch instead, your chest resting on the back. Not being able to see them getting undressed has you impatient. You hear them stumbling, the unclasping of various attachments as you wait, heart beating in anticipation.
You hear some whispering and then soft footsteps as one of them walks up to you. Something soft is tied across your eyes.
“Spoiler, it’s me. Brought this along with me so I didn’t have to use my sock this time,” you snort softly at how proud of himself he sounds.
“Good job, Adrian,” you smile as he ties it softly around your eyes, guides you back into sitting on the couch. You can imagine the way he twitches at that probably, see the goofy little grin plastered across his face.
“You guys need to come a lot closer if you want us to do this,” you say as you reach your hands out. Both of them take a hand in theirs, place it over their still-clothed crotch. They’re both hard, hot and thick beneath the cotton. You hear one of them whine when you move your hand away so you can feel at their thighs. You press your own together when your hands press into the strong muscle and you feel the light dusting of hair underneath your palms. You press a kiss to one thigh, and then the other. You play a game of eenie meenie miney mo, before pressing a soft kiss to the inside of Left Adrian’s thigh. His hands immediately come down into your hair, a drawn out whine filling the room as you press your tongue to his base through the underwear. Your hands travel up his thigh, as you keep pressing kisses to him through his underwear. He twitches, bucks his hips up into your mouth every time you lay your tongue flat against him. When you think he’s hard enough you pull his underwear down and run your tongue around his tip where he’s already leaking. You feel want pull at your insides as you taste him and he whines out again, his fingers curling impossibly tight in your hair. You’re gathering spit in your mouth so you can drag your tongue up the length of him, base to tip, in a maddeningly slow line.
“Holy shit,” you hear Right Adrian whisper, his hand on your back as you lean forward to take Left Adrian into your mouth. You can feel the heat of his palm as he rubs circles into your back through your shirt, encouraging you as you bob your head. Left Adrian brings his hands down to cup your face as you move, his thumbs pressing into your cheek as he pushes himself further into your throat. He stops when you gag a little, throat closing around him.
Not your Adrian.
Your Adrian, pushes his hand into the back of your head as he pushes you further down. You feel like you can hear him saying “she can can take it,” but you’re too distracted by the tears in your eyes as you feel Other Adrian’s tip drag against the back of your throat. You whine around him, as you take shaky breaths through your nose. He moans out when you hollow your cheeks around him, hips stuttering as he gently rocks his hips into your mouth. You feel your Adrian take your hand in his, press it over his crotch. You take the hint, rubbing at him through his underwear. Other Adrian ask out gently, “do you know yet?”
You shake your head gently, still swallowing around him.
“Probably gonna have to try both of us to compare,” your Adrian says. You let him slip his underwear off then go straight to wrapping your hand around him, thumb spreading pre-cum around his head. You can feel yourself growing more aroused, throbbing gently as both of them moan.
“Probably,” you laugh softly when you pull off of Other Adrian.
You press a kiss to your Adrian’s leaking tip, and he whines above you. You don’t hesitate, taking all of him into your mouth. He’s not anywhere near as gentle as Other Adrian as he settles into his rhythm, hands cupping your face, tilting your head up.
“Wish I could see your eyes, I bet you’re tearing up, you al—”
You hear a grunt, and you can only assume other Adrian has hit him to stop him from accidentally outing himself. You pretend not to have noticed, just working him slowly, bringing both your hands to his thighs while Other Adrian moves your head along his length. You double tap your Adrian’s thigh and he lets you pull off immediately. You’re breathing heavy, and you can feel the tears gathered on your lower lash line.
“Well?” they both as in unison.
You lean back. “Still can’t tell,” you giggle.
You wonder whether they know you’re lying.
You hear a fast, hushed deliberation.
“Okay we’re gonna shuffle ourselves. In case you’ve figured it out already then we’re gonna try something else,” you hear your Adrian say, then you hear the shuffle of their feet as they move around each other in front of you before they each sit on either side of you. You pout. You liked having it figured out this early. They laugh, before they each move your hand over their cocks. One of them turns you to face him, then pushes his lips into yours tongue immediately swiping over your bottom lip. His lips are slightly chapped, and he nips at you hungrily. The other one presses a kiss on your neck as you slowly move your wrists, smiling when the Adrian you’re kissing moans into your mouth. You disconnect briefly when the both of them start pushing your shirt up.
“You didn’t wear a bra?” Both of them ask in stunned unison.
“Hey, I was dragged out of bed at two in the morning. I didn’t have time,” you whine. They both laugh as the other Adrian turns you to face him. When he presses his lips to yours you feel a slither of disappointment. He kisses you exactly like first Adrian, all chapped lips and hurried impatience as he licks into your mouth. The one behind you puts his hands on your waist while the Adrian you’re kissing brings his hands up your chest so he can push your breasts together. He groans into your mouth and you tighten your hands around both of them, sighing out when they buck into your fists. First Adrian pulls you so you’re sitting properly on the couch again, and you have to press your thighs together when each of them take a tit in their mouth and suck. One of them bites down gently and your hands falter as you whine out Adrian’s name. Both of them huff into your chest, your nipples growing slick with spit as they suck at you sloppily. One of them squeezes, and when your fist tightens around him he moans into your chest. If you’d had any ability to pick up on who was who before, you’re utterly confused now, your head clouded with a heavy lust as they both bite at the flesh above your nipple, suck into different spots around it as you feel heat spread through your chest. Both of them pull your thighs apart as the Adrian on your right presses kisses down your body, mouthing at the waistband of your shorts. He kisses at you over the shorts, sighing when he turns his head so he can take the flesh on the inside of your thigh into his mouth and suck at it. The other Adrian switches his attention to your other breast as your hands fly down into Right Adrian’s hair.
He pulls your shorts and underwear down, and he’s pressing his nose into your mound, taking a deep whiff.
“Oh god that’s embarrassing,” you whine as he exhales.
He doesn’t move, just stays there for a while before pressing the warm muscle of his tongue over your slit, dragging it between your folds.
“Oh my god,” he groans out into you before he takes your clit into his mouth and sucks on it loudly. You’re swearing out into the basement, biting so hard into your lower lip you think you might draw blood. Left Adrian presses his lips to yours again, his fingers focused on pinching and tweaking your nipples. He smiles as you sigh into his mouth, lets you tug at his bottom lip with your teeth. The Adrian between your thighs, laps at you hungrily, pushing desperately into your core while you whine into the other one’s mouth, your fingers curling desperately into his hair. He doesn’t ask you if you’re close, or pause when you start pressing his face deeper into you, just slides a finger into you with an obscene squelch as he starts sucking at your clit again. You’re tensing, a thin sheen of sweat beginning to form over your skin as Adrian continues to grope at your breasts, alternating between the two as your whines grow louder and longer. All it takes is him pushing another finger into you, curling it just right for you to start unraveling, pulsing around his fingers as the other Adrian starts sucking at your neck.
You’re catching your breath when you realised they’ve switched positions, barely giving you the time to recover before Left Adrian is pressing his tongue against your clit and Right Adrian is pushing his tongue into your mouth, making you taste yourself on him while Left Adrian gets to work on tasting you. This is the quietest that sex with Adrian has ever been and it’s throwing you off not being able to hear him, know what his exact stream of thought is. Your stomach’s turning, nerves haywire from sensitivity as Left Adrian begins to lick at you much the same way as Right Adrian did, impatient as he goes straight in with two fingers, scissoring you open as he grunts into your clit. Right Adrian kisses at your throat moving down until he’s pressing kisses into your chest. You can’t focus, not when you feel your body surging towards another orgasm your walls pulsing around Left Adrian’s fingers as he fucks them into you, all the way to the base of his fingers, trying to get as deep as he can.
It slams into you and you feel it pulse through you hard, tightening around his fingers. He pulls off of you as you catch your breath, kissing you when he takes his seat next to you again.
“Can you tell?” they ask you as you take deep breaths. You can feel parts of the blindfold damp with tears.
You shake your head. You really couldn’t tell this time and it annoys you just a little. You just hear them hum, then they’re working together to get you on all fours, chest pressed into the cushions of the couch while one of them settles in behind you. He presses a kiss behind your thighs, then on each of your cheeks as you moan out into the couch. Then you feel him, heavy at your entrance as he twitches there, waiting. You push yourself back onto him and you hear both of them laugh. You desperately want to be able to see them both, but you’re stuck in the dark as the first Adrian finally pushes into you, nice and slow. The drag of him against your walls is almost electric as he bottoms out, thighs pressed against the back yours while his hands dig into the flesh of your ass. He doesn’t wait for you to confirm you’re ready, just starts fucking into you impatiently, moans growing ever louder as he keeps going, pace relentless. You hear the other Adrian muttering praises to him, and from the way his breath catches you can assume that he’s stroking himself. You feel yourself moan with want as you imagine what he looks like, hand wrapped around his base while his tip leaks all swollen. You wonder how close he is, whether he might finish before he gets the chance to fuck you. You immediately discard the thought. It probably didn’t matter which Adrian was which, you knew they’d both fuck you no matter what.
You feel a hand on the small of your back, pressing you further into the couch as his hips slam into yours.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” he breathes out, as he slides in and out of you with ease. “Oh my god, this feels so fucking good.”
Your thighs are slick where they meet his, and your brain has lost the ability to form words, your stomach tightening again with his efforts.
“Feels good, Ade,” you manage to get out, and you smile at the flustered little “yeah?” he lets out as his hands move to your hips.
“Don’t hog her,” you hear the other Adrian whine, and you tighten around the current Adrian. Anything you say is muffled by the couch cushions as he continues pressing into you.
“Oh fuck I can’t… can’t not,” he mumbles out as he reaches a hand around to grope at your boob. You can feel him twitching in you, so close when he pulls out, breathing heavy.
“Finally,” the other Adrian mumbles as he pushes into you with no hesitation. You can hear the first Adrian mumbling above you as he tugs at himself. You reach out for him, and he doesn’t hesitate to wrap your hand around him as he fucks into your fist.
“So close, I’m so close,” the Adrian fucking you starts muttering out. You know it’s your Adrian when he leans over you so he can hook his fingers into your mouth, bring you up a little bit while his other hand holds firmly onto your hip.
“Fuck you love this, like having a full mouth don’t you,” he moans out as he presses his fingers against your tongue, profanities falling from his mouth. Other Adrian doesn’t let his hips falter, wrapping a hand around yours to keep you tight around him. You can feel your legs turning to jelly as your Adrian keeps fucking into you, pressing a kiss into your neck that has you tightening around him one last time.
“Shit dude please tell me you’re close, I can’t–can’t keep going like this, it's so wet,” your Adrian whines out.
Other Adrian just mutters “yeah,” under his breath before he unfurls your finger from around him and you hear him move further behind you, still tugging at himself as your Adrian keeps rutting into you, sloppy and erratic. Your Adrian gives you a few more sloppy thrusts before his hips are stilling as he twitches into you. He presses one last kiss into the back of your neck before he leans back up and pulls his fingers out of your mouth just in time for Other Adrian to finish on your back, thick and warm.
There’s a beat of silence before they finally ask the question you know they want to ask.
“Do you know’s who?”
“Adrian in me… that’s my Adrian,” you pant out.
They’re silent for longer than you’re comfortable with and you almost consider changing your answer when they both start clapping.
You feel Other Adrian gently pull the blindfold off before he sets off, says he’s looking for something to clean you up with.
When you’re all cleaned up, and the two of them are back in their underwear, they both turn to you, the same question in their eyes.
“If I hadn’t known when you put your fingers in my mouth, I would have known it when you finished. Adrian, you’re nowhere near generous to let another guy come in me,” you answer as you pull your shirt on.
“Ooooh,” they both sigh, as they nod like that makes sense. You stand so you can pull your shorts on, and in a manoeuvre that’s highly surprising to you, your Adrian slides up behind you, his arms wrapped around your middle as he pulls you into him.
“One question though. How did you figure it out so quickly the first time? Before we had to switch again,” Other Adrian asks you.
“Oh. My Adrian knows he doesn’t need to stop when I start gagging,” you smile.
Other Adrian just nods, and from behind you, you feel your Adrian twitch where he’s pressed into you.