Selfcest: Jensen x Jensen

Jensen had just taken a shower and was getting out of the bathroom, entering him room fully naked, he was greeted with someone also naked in his room, “Great, a groupie.” He thought with himself... paying attention to the figure in his room, he rubbed his eyes, thinking he was going crazy, it was like staring into the mirror, except he wasn’t in front of a mirror, and the image in front of him didn’t mimic him. “What in the fuck?” Jensen was still in disbelief, how come someone who looked like him, no, it was an exact copy of him, was in the middle of his room, smirking at him.

“C’mon, you know what to do.” His copy said, running his hands over his torso, down his abs, giving his dick a small jerk.
The air in the room instantly turned electric, thick with sexual tension. There was no hesitation, there was only the primal urge to conquer a version of himself that was just as hungry, and just as well-endowed…
They collided in the center of the room, their mouths crashing together in a desperate kiss. It was a mind-blowing sensation, Jensen felt the exact pressure he usually applied, the same roughness of the tongue, and the same scent of musk and sweat. It was like kissing a mirror that breathed and moaned. He gripped the back of his doppelganger’s neck, pulling him closer, their chests slapping together. “You have no fucking idea how much I've wanted to do this," Jensen growled against the other man's lips, his voice a low, gravelly rumble.
“Then stop talking and fucking do it,” the doppelganger spat back, as he was shoved back toward the large brown sofa in Jensen’s room.

Jensen didn't need to be told twice. He shoved the copy down, the doppelganger landing hard on the cushions. His dick was thick, heavy, and leaking pre-cum. He looked down and saw the exact same sight, a massive, throbbing cock mirroring his own, twitching with need.
Jensen flipped the copy over, forcing him onto his hands and knees. The sight of his own muscular ass arched and waiting for him was an aphrodisiac like nothing he'd ever experienced. He spat a thick glob of saliva onto the doppelganger's tight hole, rubbing it in with a rough thumb before positioning his head at the entrance.
With one powerful thrust, Jensen buried his entire length inside his copy.
“FUCK!” they both screamed in unison, the sound echoing through the room.
The sensation was transcendental. Jensen felt the tight, scorching grip, it was better than any pussy ever felt, and knowing it was his body receiving the blow was what made it nasty. He felt every ridge of his cock sliding against the internal walls of his own double.
“You feel so fucking tight,” Jensen hissed, grabbing the doppelganger's hips and slamming into him. “I can feel your walls shaking around my cock. You love being fucked by me, don't you?”
The doppelganger let out a guttural moan, his face pressed into the fabric of the sofa. “Yes... fuck me... fuck your own fucking hole... fill me up!”

The sex became a blur of sweat and friction. Jensen flipped the doppelganger over, and started to hammer into him. Every thrust felt like he was fucking himself in the most literal, erotic sense. He could feel the doppelganger's prostate being hammered, and because they were identical, Jensen felt a sympathetic surge of pleasure in his own nerves. It was a feedback loop of pure, unadulterated lust.
The doppelganger reached, grabbing Jensen’s ass to pull him deeper, demanding more. “Harder! Fuck me harder, dick so good!”
Jensen leaned down, and crashed his mouth down on the doppelganger’s, their identical lips meeting in a wet, hungry collision. The sensation hit him like a jolt, kissing his own mouth, feeling the same full lower lip yield under pressure, the same scrape of beard, the same heat and taste of his own tongue sliding against his. It was like making out with a mirror that kissed back, every movement perfectly mirrored yet somehow new because it came from another body.

He kept thrusting the whole time, his dick driving deep into that familiar, gripping heat while their tongues tangled. The doppelganger moaned into the kiss, the sound vibrating straight into Jensen’s mouth, and Jensen answered with a low growl, sucking on the identical tongue like he could pull the pleasure out of it. Their beards rasped together, spit slicking their chins, the kiss turning messy and desperate as Jensen fucked harder, hips snapping forward with every slide of tongue. He could taste the doppelganger’s breath, his own breath, hot and ragged, and it only made him grind deeper, claiming that mouth and that ass at the same time. The kiss never broke, just got filthier, wetter, more possessive, two identical faces locked together while Jensen’s cock kept pounding in and out of his own perfect double.

The doppelganger was reaching his limit. His breath came in ragged, desperate gasps, and his back arched violently as Jensen hit his prostate with every brutal thrust. He reached down, his hand wrapping around his own massive, throbbing dick, pumping it in a frantic rhythm that mirrored the pace of the fucking. “Fuck, this is hot.” The doppelganger let out a choked scream, his eyes rolling back in his head. With a final, violent shudder, he erupted. Thick, white ropes of cum shot upward, splashing across his own abs and chest, coating his skin in hot, sticky seed. He groaned, his body twitching around Jensen's cock, the internal muscles squeezing the intruder in a series of tight, rhythmic pulses that nearly pushed Jensen over the edge.

The sight of his own body covered in cum was the final trigger. Jensen let out a roar, his thrusts becoming short and violent, burying himself as deep as possible. He felt his cock swell to its absolute limit before he exploded, pumping load after load of hot, thick cum deep into the doppelganger's bowels, filling him to the brim.
As the intensity of the orgasm began to fade, Jensen didn't pull out. He stayed buried inside, breathing heavily, the scent of sex and musk overwhelming. He shifted his weight, leaning over the doppelganger's trembling body. He looked down at the glistening white pools of cum smeared across those abs.

Without a word, Jensen lowered his head. He began to lick the cum off the doppelganger's skin, his tongue swirling through the salty, creamy fluid. He tasted himself, the raw, primal flavor of his own seed and it was one of the most erotic things he had ever experienced. He licked every drop, cleaning the doppelganger's stomach with slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue, savoring the taste of their shared climax. Once he had cleaned the skin, Jensen gripped the doppelganger's chin and forced him to look up. Their green eyes met, identical sparks of hunger and satisfaction. Jensen leaned in, crashing their mouths together in a filthy, desperate kiss.
As they tongued each other, Jensen spat a bit of the cum he had just licked into the doppelganger's mouth, and the copy did the same, swapping the taste of their seed back and forth. It was a dirty, wet exchange, their saliva mixing with the remnants of their orgasms. They sucked on each other's tongues, sharing the essence of their pleasure in a final, mind-blowing act of narcissism, two identical gods bound together by sweat, seed, and an insatiable need for one another.