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Seungmin is a very straightforward person. He takes his time to make decisions, and once he’s made up his mind, he moves forward with a calm determination. After filling out the paperwork, he doesn’t think much about the simulation until the day before he’s meant to go.
He’d thought about it plenty prior to filling out the paperwork. With the advancements of simulation technology, of course someone would find a way to monetize it through sex. It had peaked Seungmin’s interest from the very first advertisement he’d seen.
Seungmin has never thought about sex much. Even at the age of twenty-seven, it’s a thought that rarely crosses his mind. He thinks about it when Jisung talks about it — all too eager to offer far too many details about his sex life with Chan. Through Jisung, Seungmin has stayed up-to-date on all kinds of crazy sex toy technologies. But that’s just Jisung. He knows that Seungmin doesn’t have anything to contribute to that conversation, and he never pressures him to comment. He’s happy just to yap. And really, Seungmin is happy to listen. It’s interesting, at least.
When Jisung had first met Chan, years ago, he’d gone on and on about the fluttering feeling in his chest and the desire — that burning, carnal sensation — he felt for him.
Seungmin wasn’t able to relate. Not really. He hasn’t had that feeling. He can acknowledge when people are good-looking, he thinks. Chan is. Jisung is. Changbin is probably the best looking person Seungmin knows. Maybe. He’s not sure.
But that feeling of sexual attraction has never come to him. At least not so clearly that he’s been able to identify it. The idea of sex doesn’t repulse him, but it also doesn’t excite him. He jerks off once in a while. Feels good enough that he doesn’t feel like he’s missing out on anything else.
So when the ad popped up — “Your greatest fantasy come to life!” — Seungmin’s curiosity was peaked.
What would the simulation conjure? Seungmin himself can’t picture a clear image. He’s not even sure if it will show him a man or a woman. He briefly considers the possibility that the simulation might generate nothing at all.
It was curiosity that made him apply, and it’s curiosity that propels him to walk into the building without hesitation.
After checking in with the receptionist, Seungmin waits in the bright lobby, gaze locked on his phone as he sits in a surprisingly comfortable chair. Messages come in from Jisung, demanding that Seungmin call him as soon as he’s out, because he wants to hear every detail.
It doesn’t take long for them to call his name, and he’s led back to a clinical looking room. A kind woman who introduces herself as some specific type of scientist explains the process to him in more detail. There’s some sensors that he needs to be hooked up to, things to monitor him and the like. Seungmin listens diligently, not only out of respect, but because he finds it all fascinating.
The chair he’s in is like a luxury-brand dentist’s chair. He lays back, shifting to get comfortable as the technician comes into the room, greets him, and sets about getting him hooked up.
He relaxes, eyes shutting as they place the electrodes on his temples, another one on his chest to monitor his heart rate. They hook him up to an IV, and it feels like only seconds later, Seungmin is drifting off.
It’s his bedroom. Seungmin isn’t sure if the simulation includes his preferred location, or if it’s just the easiest thing for the brainwave sensors to pick out of his mind. Either way, it’s nice. Comfortable. Relaxing.
The door creaks open, just as noisy as it is in real life, and Seungmin watches as a figure steps into the open doorway.
Seungmin had thought about what he might see, and then he’d given up on trying to predict it. He was so sure that he could never be sure, so he gave up on the wondering and focused instead on the intrigue of finding out.
Nothing could prepare him to see the simulation take on his own appearance.
Shock etches its way into Seungmin’s features as he regards it. It’s not dressed in any striking way — a dark tee shirt shirt, a pair of pants. Its hair is shorter, pushed away from its face, which makes it even more apparent that it is in fact Seungmin he’s looking at.
For only a portion of a second, Seungmin considers the idea that something’s wrong. The simulation is broken, or glitching, or miscalculated. Anything to explain the way his own visage stares back at him, one eyebrow lifting slowly.
“You’re surprised,” it says. It has Seungmin’s voice. No different. The more Seungmin regards it, the more he realizes that despite all his searching, he won’t find any dissimilarities.
"Not really," Seungmin says. Not anymore. One, brief moment of disbelief is all he needed. The more he thinks about it, the more he realizes that maybe this is the only thing that could have ever made sense. No faceless creature, no generic person with the average features he’s seen day-to-day; none of that has ever appealed to him before. Why would it now? Because of some machine? The only person who has ever had the chance to get Seungmin off is himself. Why should this be any different?
The simulation just nods, taking Seungmin at face value as it steps further into the room. It stands between Seungmin’s knees and looks down at him with a neutral expression. “What do you want?” it asks.
A frown twists at Seungmin’s brow. “Aren’t you supposed to know that?” he asks, leaning his weight back onto his palms on the bed.
“I do,” it says coolly.
“Then why are you asking?”
“Because you want me to. You want to feel in control. So I’m giving you the opportunity to tell me now what it is that you want.” It regards him calmly, with a single-minded focus that really is reminiscent of Seungmin himself. It speaks only the truth, and Seungmin finds it curious that instead of feeling perturbed by how well he’s been read, he feels comforted instead. There’s a simplicity in the situation that appeals to him.
“I don’t know what I’m doing, so I want you to lead in that regard. But I want to top,” Seungmin says.
It nods, smiling softly. It’s the first time Seungmin has seen a real expression on its face, and it makes him fester with want, interested to see what other types of reactions it can have.
Seungmin stares, trying to keep his expression neutral, as the simulation gets to its knees in between Seungmin’s spread thighs. “You’re not going to kiss me first?” Seungmin asks, trying to ignore the way his heart rate spikes as he stares down at it shouldering its way closer to his core.
“I will. In a bit,” it says, not looking up at Seungmin. It focuses on Seungmin’s crotch, lifting its arms to settle them on top of Seungmin’s thighs and get ever-closer. It smooths over hand gently over Seungmin’s soft cock through his pants, humming as it tilts his head.
Seungmin shudders at the sensitive feeling as its fingers trace over the curve of his cock, but it’s hard to feel much through the soft fabric of pajama bottoms. He tries not to let his mind linger on analyzing the clothes the simulation has put him in, and the contrast of comfort to the simple appeal of his double’s clothes.
It, nuzzling its face into the space between Seungmin’s thigh and his crotch. It turns its head, and its mouth opens with a soft, wet sound. Its tongue snakes out to gently touch the head of Seungmin’s clothed cock.
With a hiss, Seungmin jerks back a bit, but the simulation is quick to reach around him with one hand, so it can press into the small of his back to keep him in place. Its mouth is searing hot — enough that Seungmin can feel it through his pants — and wet, enough to soak into the fabric as it drags its tongue from the head up the shaft. The fingers on its other hand curl around him, jerking what it can with the angle and the fabric in the way.
It moves in a way that is alien to Seungmin. He’s not experienced, so it’s hard for him to imagine that this copy of him would be, but it makes sense. Of course a calm, quiet experience would appeal to him over an unsure virgin.
Remarkably, Seungmin’s cock starts to fatten up. He didn’t think a touch this light, this slow, this indirect would be able to make arousal sink into the base of his cock. But it does. It’s erotic, the way the simulation pays tribute to his cock, mouthing at it until it’s fully firmed up, straining against the now-damp cloth.
It squeezes around him gently, working him over twice more as it looks up at Seungmin, searching for his reaction, maybe. Seungmin doesn’t give it one outside of meeting its eye and a reflexive pass of his tongue over his own lips.
Seungmin can hear his own breath, too loud through his nose in the quiet of the room, as the simulation shifts upward, moving until it’s upright, its hands on Seungmin’s shoulders to press him back onto the mattress. Seungmin goes easily, falling back to his elbows as his double crawls on top of him, its thighs bracketing Seungmin’s hips as it leans down and in, breath fanning over Seungmin’s face.
One hand cups Seungmin’s cheek, and then there’s a soft press of lips against his own. Seungmin has been kissed before. A few times, even. There had been a girl in high school, and then Jisung, and after that there had been other friends. It's what happens when you have an open, queer friend group.
But he's never been kissed so intentionally before. Now, with his own reflection’s deft tongue toying at the seam of his lips, Seungmin can see the appeal.
Before, it had been too wet, too messy, often drunk. Anything past a chaste kiss had never crossed his mind as something he desired. But the slick, domineering press of the simulation’s tongue past his teeth has Seungmin struggling to catch his breath without pulling away.
He does his best to kiss back, to tangle his tongue with his opposite's and to let himself enjoy the feeling of a warm, solid body up against his own. It's difficult — he's not sure how people manage to do all this so often. It's distracting, the feeling of his erection digging into the simulation's abdomen.
But then he figures, maybe that's the point. Maybe that's why it'd kissed his cock before it'd kissed his mouth. To make him eager for it, to stoke the flames of desperation until they're licking at his spine and making him arch up into the body above him.
He does exactly that, falling fully onto his back to use both arms to wrap around the other's shoulders, dragging it flush against himself to be able to grind up into it.
Seungmin can feel the way the simulation is getting hard as well, pressing up against Seungmin's hip. It doesn't make him panic like he thinks he would in real life. It doesn't matter here. This isn't even a real person, just a series of 1's and 0's, put together to give him pleasure.
It's a fancy, expensive sex toy.
When the simulation bites at Seungmin's lip, Seungmin pulls back with a groan, surprised by the sharp beat of pain. It's just in time for him to watch as his double's hand touches his waist, slipping under his shirt to push it up and expose his skin.
The simulation stares down at the newly revealed flesh, and hums in delight. "Pretty..."
Seungmin feels his face heat, embarrassed. He's been called handsome before, sure, but no one has ever stared at him like this, with a heady, heated look. It's not something he had ever considered before, but seeing the desire in his own eyes as his reflected face looks down at him is exhilarating.
"Touch me more," he says, just a touch demanding.
The simulation laughs. It's a light, deeper tone that Seungmin recognizes as a bit patronizing. "Whatever you want. Like I promised," it says.
It shifts back, settling onto its heels in order to be able to ruck Seugmin's shirt up, revealing his chest. Seungmin lays with his arms up by his head and his legs still dangling off the edge of the bed. His double straddles him just low enough that Seungmin has a full view of his own shamefully hard erection tenting his pants.
"You're being very patient," it says, pushing his hand over Seugmin's cock until it's pressed flat against his belly. It rubs its palm back and forth, making Seungmin moan lightly. His hips jerk up into the touch, and his eyes flutter shut before he forces them open to watch as it moves away from Seungmin's cock to hold his waist with both hands.
Its fingers are slim and featherlight, trailing over Seungmin's body until he's squirming, goosebumps dancing along his flesh. Only once its hands reach Seungmin's chest does it firm its touch, thumbs pressing into his nipples.
Seungmin cries out then. He's never really touched himself there. It never made sense to him. He doesn't touch himself much anyway, but when he does, it's all rather clinical. Just a quick jerk off to quell the needs of his body. Certainly no indulgence.
But this. This is nothing but indulgence.
"Do you want my mouth on them?" it asks suddenly, rolling the nubs of Seungmin's nipples between his fingers. "I know you don't like a mess."
Seungmin considers for a moment. It's not real. He's not going to wake up from this with spit and cum all over him. At least, he doesn't think so. They did tell him that some people have an experience similar to a wet dream, but Seungmin has never had one of those before.
"Do whatever you want," Seungmin says.
The simulation grins. "Now that's an offer you might not want to make," it says, bending at the waist to get his mouth level with Seungmin's chest. It doesn't break eye contact as it drags its tongue firmly over Seungmin's left nipple.
The sound that Seungmin makes is pathetic and inhumane, some keening whine that he doesn't recognize of himself. He doesn't care much, instead focusing on the way his nerves sing with the other's tongue and teeth wreaking havoc on his chest. Seungmin reaches up with both hands, cradling the back of its head to keep it close as he arches his back.
"Oh, you like it a lot more than I thought you would," it says, and Seungmin feels that strange cocktail of shame and arousal again.
Kisses trail — mindfully closed-mouthed — across Seungmin's sternum, and then its lips are sealing around his other nipple, tugging lightly at it with its teeth until Seungmin's voice shakes with pleasure.
He can't help it. He never stretches it out like this, never toys with his own body, when he's getting off. So he can't stop himself when he starts grinding up into the simulation, chasing his orgasm with a steadfast focus.
It puts him into a daze when his doppelganger pulls back from him, settling back just enough for Seungmin to grind up into empty air on the next pass of his hips. He gasps, brow furrowed as he blinks up blearily at the simulation. “What are you doing?” he asks, and he hates the pout in his voice, but he can’t fight it out.
“Getting to the good bit before you come in your pants like a virgin,” the simulation says, moving to stand up and take its clothes off. Seungmin gapes at it, but the hot rush of arousal that floods the pit of his stomach is enough for him to understand that the simulator generated that morsel of humiliation because it knew that Seungmin would like it.
Seungmin didn’t know he would like that.
“C’mon, take these off and move back,” it says, tugging at the leg of Seungmin’s pants. Seungmin hurries to comply, squirming out of his pants and pulling his shirt over his head before moving back up to lean against the pillows at his headboard.
When the simulation resettles itself into Seungmin’s lap, they’re both naked. Seungmin’s eyes are drawn down, focusing in on the ruddy tip of his own cock, leaking enough that he had made a sticky mess in his pants before he’d removed them. His double is in much the same state, and Seungmin finds that curiosity beats out desire for a moment as he squints, trying to find any differences between its cock and his own. Predictably, there are none.
The simulation nestles closer, and their cocks brush against each other lightly before it wraps a hand around them both, squeezing the sticky tips together with deft fingers. Seungmin grunts, reaching to hold onto the set of hips straddling his thighs.
Seungmin always thought that he could take care of himself just fine. That the pleasure of his hand was enough for him to get off. And it is. But it’s different when it’s not attached, when he’s not expecting the touch. It’s jarring, almost. In a way that makes him wonder if he would even like it if it was out there — in the real world.
Just as Seungmin is thinking about shoving the simulation's hand away and jerking out of its hold, it moves, letting go of Seungmin’s cock and shifting up on its knees to get closer. It rises up, reaching back around itself to steady Seungmin’s cock and press the tip up against its hole.
“Wait,” Seungmin says, hands tightening over its warm flesh. “Don’t you have to— you know.”
The simulation laughs, a light puff of air. “Would you want your fingers to get all cramped and wet in my hole?” it asks.
Seungmin feels his face twist in displeasure without his permission. “No,” he says.
It grins down at him, smug. “Exactly,” it says, and then rubs the head of Seungmin’s cock over its rim before beginning to sink down.
It’s warm and wet inside, and it swallows him up just right — not stranglingly tight like he had imagined. Seungmin lets his head fall back against the headboard, eyes shutting as he settles into the feeling. It’s nothing like his own fist, especially not when it clenches around him, muscles contracting to pull a moan from his chest.
“Yeah, just sit back and enjoy it,” his double says, sliding its hands over Seungmin’s shoulders to use them as leverage as it lifts back up and then drops back down. It’s slow and controlled, intentional in a way that Seungmin likes.
Its hips swivel in a circle, dragging its rim over his shaft before lifting up again. It’s quiet in his lap — only the sound of heavy breaths as it works hard, thighs flexing under Seungmin’s fingers. Seungmin grunts every time their bodies meet again, and he can feel the way his brow furrows with pleasure as he focuses on chasing his orgasm that was ripped from him before.
“You don’t have to hold back. You can come inside,” it says, and Seungmin just nods, only half listening to it as his blood pounds in his ears and he focuses on the swell of pleasure in his veins.
His hands naturally guide it where he wants, holding it in place to rut up into for a few messy thrusts before he tugs, forcing it to work itself back and forth over his cock again. Seungmin wonders if it would even feel good if it were a real person sitting in his lap right now.
His voice cracks on a groan when he comes, and the simulation echoes him, grinding into his lap and helping him ride out the feeling of his cock twitching and spilling inside of it. The flood of even more heat and wetness is better than he thought it would be, cradling him in a warm, gooey mess that makes it easy to float on cloud nine.
It’s only once he starts thinking about the lack of control — the way he can’t just take his hand off his cock and be done — that Seungmin wants out. He pushes at the simulation’s hips, and it goes easily, lifting off his cock. None of the mess spills out the way Seungmin had expected it to, and he finds himself grateful for it.
“Good?” it asks, raising an eyebrow at Seungmin as it settles onto the bed next to him. Its face is split in a self-satisfied grin as it looks at him.
Seungmin nods automatically, but his eyes are fixated on its cock, still hard and mostly untouched. “You didn’t come.”
“You didn’t want me to,” it says, matter-of-fact. Unbothered, unoffended, unconcerned.
Seungmin pauses, thinking. It’s not that he didn’t want it. It just didn’t matter to him. It’s just a simulation, after all. He’s sure he’d care more if it were a real person. He’s not even sure how much it can actually feel.
Yet…
“Next time,” Seungmin says, with certainty.
The simulation licks its teeth, predatory. “Inside, maybe?”
Seungmin imagines it. The feeling of cum dripping out of him. Wonders if he’ll be okay with it in this contained space.
“Maybe.”