Consequences of changes and changing consequences

– Mha-ah!.. Handsome, huh, and you're not bad, - bright unrestrained moans filled the room, competing in volume with vulgar skin-on-skin slaps. John was choking on his own tears mixed with wet saliva. His hair was roughly gripped in the fist of his doppelganger, which was now hammering into him with frantic speed, hitting his prostate repeatedly. Harris had no qualms about admitting that such a careless attitude to himself excited him immensely. Hitherto, he had always been the leader in sex and superiority over someone brought him more aesthetic than sexual pleasure. The only experience when the scientist was put under himself was with Evsei and John himself was not particularly against it. From his point of view, the partner's appearance did not encourage a passive position, as well as a firm character. Davey remembered that time as a good experiment, but now he rather noted the events taking place as a portion of pleasure. How did they even come to this?.. They are unlikely to answer themselves. Their fusion went on and on, and John increasingly noticed an uncharacteristic gentleness behind himself, and an unreasonable rudeness behind Lololoshka. Their current situation happened spontaneously when one pissed off the other and the offended one decided to bend his alter ego. Lololoshka, apparently, did not think about anything at all, and the actions he performed were more an instinct and an attempt to get rid of his own tension and anger. He treated John more like an object, casually stretching it out in a couple of minutes and literally bursting into someone else's gut without warning. He growled deep in his throat, sometimes moaning restrainedly, unlike the passion, whose emotions openly poured out of his mouth. Lo himself did not really understand why, but at the moment he clung to someone else's neck with his hand, slowly squeezing, reducing the amount of incoming air with every second. The bottom one didn't even pull out, just rolling his eyes, either from the fact that he was about to pass out, or from perverted pleasure. Seeing that John would soon lose consciousness, the guy still let him go, immediately hearing a convulsive, greedy breath. Lololoshka felt the approach of his own discharge, starting, without worrying about someone else's condition, to screw his partner. The pace became more measured, and the thrusts became deeper and clearer. After a few more minutes, the upper one drove the penis as deep as possible, ending inside the passive with a quiet long-drawn moan, digging one hand into someone else's shoulder, and pulling off long, now disheveled hair with the other. – Fuck that! - with a loud exclamation, John finished after soiling himself and superficially. Lo suddenly stopped squeezing curly curls and exited the doppelganger, from which he fell, turning over on his back and spreading like a puddle. - You look beautiful like this, princess, - the guy quipped with a clearly not his own grin, picking up his blue scarf from the floor, having previously pulled back his trousers, which had previously been pulled down to his knees. - Huh, I believe that the view from above is gorgeous, - the lying man said, catching his breath. He turned his head to the side, feeling that he would not be able to stand up for a while. Lololoshka did not pay any attention to his words, silently pulling on his jacket and walking away without turning around and saying nothing. – Did you hit it and quit?.. Mh.. It was to be expected, John muttered to himself, gathering his strength so that he could at least clean himself with magic. – But I'll leave a couple of marks as a souvenir ... - he thought, remembering and feeling the hickeys and bites on his own neck, shoulders and collarbones. It seems that a frank and shameful conversation will take place the next day.