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“You look so much like me.”
P blinked, their mouth held open by the individual in front of them. The person looked nearly identical to the puppet, save for his brown eyes and lack of freckles. From their soft ebony curls and porcelain skin, to their height and physique— everything else was similar.
“Why did father give you blue eyes and freckles?” The doppelganger huffed. “I don’t look like that at all!”
P stared at the boy who shared their appearance. The one who P was created in the likeness of. The very reason P was made in the first place.
“He also gave you a prosthetic arm,” noted the boy before pausing with a thought. “Well, actually- is that even the correct term to describe this?”
P did not react when their mechanical limb was lifted and shaken. They just eyed the boy. Their silence seemed to catch his attention.
“Hey, can you talk?” He frowned in worry. “Did father give you a voice box? Or is that another aspect setting you apart from me?”
It took a moment for P to finally respond.
“Carlo…?”
That was their father— Creator’s son's name.
The boy perked up, grinning as he pointed at himself. “That’s me!”
Carlo suddenly leaned forward, catching P off guard. The puppet moved back, only for their back to meet the wall. Their eyes widened as they came face-to-face with the boy, noses basically touching.
P could feel Carlo’s breath against their lips.
“What do I call you?”
P blinked, gazing into Carlo’s caramel browns.
“P…”
Carlo tilted their head, brows furrowed. “P-?”
P nodded.
“Just P?”
Again, they nodded.
“Huh… did father call you that?”
P lowered their gaze, a sudden weight clenching their heart. They shook their head, movements slow and deliberate. Carlo frowned further.
“He… didn’t give you a name?”
P nodded slowly.
Carlo huffed incredulously. “Unbelievable! What a jerk!”
P looked at Carlo. He appeared agitated. Was the boy mad for them?
“If you’re going to give consciousness to something you create, the least you can do is give it a name!”
P watched as Carlo went from anger to resignation. He ruffled his hair, gentle locks swaying with the motion. The puppet was momentarily mesmerised.
“I should give you a name.”
P snapped their eyes back to Carlo. He was staring at them in contemplation. They shifted nervously under his gaze, feeling exposed.
“Why do you call yourself ‘P’? Is it because it’s the first letter of ‘puppet’?”
P nodded their head in confirmation. Carlo laughed in amusement. The puppet was not sure why.
“Okay, in that case…” Carlo hummed, then snapped his fingers and suggested, “Pinocchio! That’s the name of the puppet in a story I read. I really like that book.”
P tilted their head in intrigue.
“The name is a bit long though,” said Carlo as he rubbed their chin. “I’ll just call you ‘Pin’! Short and memorable. What do you think?”
P tested the name on their tongue. “Pin…”
Carlo eyed the puppet expectantly. “Do you like that?”
“Pin…” P tried one more time, then nodded.
Carlo brightened. “Great! Then, I’ll call you Pin from now on.”
Endearment imbued Carlo’s voice, prompting P’s heart to flutter. Heat flooded their cheeks, warmed and abashed. The puppet lowered their gaze, avoiding eye contact.
Carlo studied P intensely, leaning in until their noses touched. The puppet tensed as the boy drew closer, feeling the heat emanating from his body. Their heart pumped faster, sending electricity throughout their system.
The overflow of energy made P’s head spin.
“I wonder if…”
Carlo did not finish his sentence. P gasped as a weight settled on their crotch, grasping and massaging. The puppet squirmed as the boy groped, whimpers tumbling from their lips.
“You’re so expressive,” murmured Carlo as he squeezed the clothed organ, eliciting a mewl from the puppet. “And reactive too.”
Long lashes danced across red cheeks as P closed their eyes, stardust freckles camouflaging with the colour. Their breath came out bated, chest rising and falling with their respiration. The action seemed to catch the boy’s attention as he brought a hand to their breast.
“You breathe even though you don’t need to,” commented Carlo as he pulled up the hem of their shirt, bunching the fabric at their clavicle. “And your body heats up even though it’s not organic.”
The current flowing through P’s body fried their system, causing their synthetic skin to heat up. The puppet could explain such a phenomenon, but they were too overwhelmed to utter a word. The moment they parted their lips, a moan slipped from their throat.
“Are your nipples sensitive too?” Carlo quizzed as he caught one between his fingers.
P jerked as the boy pinched and rolled the nub, writhing as whines emitted from their mouth. Carlo watched, enraptured, as the puppet moved before him. He pushed apart their legs and slid between them, drawing closer to the puppet.
“Interesting. Is this how I looked when Romeo played with mine?”
Carlo tugged the nipple harshly, action sudden and experimental. A surprised gasp left P as they arched their back, following the pressure. Tears sprang to their sapphire eyes, watery gaze scintillating like crystals.
The sight took the boy’s breath away.
“Gorgeous.”
Carlo introduced his other hand — flesh and real, unlike P’s mechanical limb. He gave the twin nub the same treatment, twisting and pulling the poor organ. The puppet thrashed as their chest was fondled with, pain confused for pleasure as static coursed through their system, alighting their body.
The whimpers and moans slipping from P’s throat were high and stuttering, their eyes squeezed shut. Their uncertain hands hovered over Carlo’s hands before settling for his wrists. They did not try to pull the offending limbs away, not wanting the series of sensations assaulting their body to cease.
The lack of resistance from the puppet was enough invitation for the boy to turn up his ministrations.
The pressure on their chest disappeared. P whined and cracked their eyes open, crystal gaze hazy. Blue pairs followed the boy as he lowered, wandering hands tracing the contours of their slim body, prompting shudders and silent gasps.
Carlo reached the puppet’s pants. Without further stalling, he unfastened the buttons and tugged the attire off. Their toned legs were long and fair, peppered with freckles.
Carlo inhaled sharply as his eyes landed on P’s nether region. To his surprise, the puppet sported a defined genitalia. Their penis was thin and average in length, smooth shaven and topped off with a circumsised tip.
A thought briefly occurred to Carlo. Since his father created P, he also gave them their sensitive nipples and sexual organ. The attention to detail was not lost on the boy, as he noticed how similarly built the puppet was to him.
The boy did not know whether to be disturbed or intrigued by this discovery.
Carlo could hear the puppet’s bated breaths, every inhale and exhale shaky. He looked at their face, taking in their expression. Doe eyes met caramel browns, half-lidded and pupils blown. P’s cheeks were flushed as red as apples, thin lips parted.
The adorable reaction brought an unconscious smirk to Carlo’s lips. Was this what Romeo saw whenever they fooled around?
The boy had a sudden thought. If he found the puppet, who looked almost identical to him, attractive, did that make him a narcissist?
It did not help that the puppet was intended to be his surrogate.
Carlo did not dwell on those thoughts for too long, because P was making their neediness known soon enough. The gyrating of their hips caught the boy’s attention, and smugness settled in his chest knowing he was the reason for their reaction. He threw their legs over his shoulders, digging his nails into their plump flesh and enjoying the squirm his action drew out.
P was biting their lips as they stared at him, glossy gaze pleading. Carlo cooed and rested his head against their thigh, nuzzling the thick muscle. The smile he donned was of faux innocence, teasing the puppet with a supposed ignorance to their predicament.
“Is something wrong?”
Carlo grazed his lips against their thigh, feeling the subtle quiver. He bit into their supple flesh, delighting in the cry released by the puppet. Their face scrunched as their head tilted, neck craned and back arched.
Carlo let go only to nip another patch of skin, inching his way towards their crotch. P wailed and writhed, hips jerking as it sought a desire they did not understand.
It was okay though, because Carlo knew exactly what P wanted.
Their moans rose in volume and octave the nearer he got to their genital. Eventually, the boy was breathing down their arousal, which stood red in attention. Down the crack of their buttcheeks, he spotted the puppet’s entrance, fluttering as if winking at him.
Carlo did not move, hovering just in front of P’s hardness. The latter whined and bucked their hips, wishing for the former to continue. They did not know what they wanted him to do exactly, they just knew he needed to do something.
“Do you need something?”
P nodded their head.
“You have to tell me what it is,” teased Carlo.
P whined.
“Come on now, use your words.”
P’s eyes were teary when they met Carlo’s caramel browns. With a gulp, they extended their hand to their erection. When they wrapped slender fingers around it, they flinched and whimpered.
Carlo raised a brow. “You want me to touch you there?”
P nodded.
Carlo smirked. “You need to be polite about it, Pin~ What do you say if you want something?”
Every breath P took was shallow, chest gently rising and falling. Carlo watched intently, locking the puppet in place. Neither dared to move and inch, to break contact.
Finally, a soft murmur from P. “Please…”
The smile Carlo gave P was full of pride. “What a good boy you are.”
The praise sent electricity down their spine, prompting a moan out of their throat.
Carlo looked at P in surprise, curious by the reaction. However, he did not ponder over the discovery. He shooed the puppet’s hand in favour of grasping their length himself, feeling the smooth organ in his palm.
A flinch was all the puppet offered as a reaction. The heat throbbed within his grip, giving away their desires. Carlo breathed deeply, admiring the realistic nature of P’s overall anatomy in silence.
Then, he tightened his hold and started stroking.
P twitched and squirmed, mewling as electricity shocked their system. Current flowed from their arousal, settling deep in their gut. As the energy gathered, curling into a winded ball of yarn, the puppet also became restless, writhes and wails unending.
Carlo studied their expression attentively as he moved his fist along their hardness. His firm grip applied constant pressure to their length, sending stimuli to their system. The friction between his palm and their erection was insistent, sending tingling sensations to the tips of their fingers and toes.
As the seconds passed, Carlo picked up the pace, stroking P’s shaft faster. A cry tumbled from the puppet’s lips as they bucked their hips, unsure to escape the pleasure or chase it. A smirk curled the boy’s lips as he squeezed the base of their length, delighting in the whine emitting from their throat.
“Do you like that? Like the way I touched you?”
P nodded their head enthusiastically.
“I can make you feel even better.”
There was curiosity in those blue eyes.
Carlo broke eye contact, focusing someplace else. With his fingers, the boy stroked the puppet’s entrance. The sudden touch caused them to flinch, squirming as they tried to move away from the inquisitive appendages.
Carlo dug his nails into P’s thigh, causing them to still their movements.
“Be good now,” warned Carlo, surprising himself with the drop in octave.
Catching the shiver wracking P was a treat.
Carlo circled the rim, tickling the sensitive skin. P did their best to stay motionless, thighs twitching and hips jerking every now and then. Whimpers escaped their pressed lips as they watched, awaiting the boy’s next move.
There was anticipation in their quick and shallow breaths. Watchful sapphires burned holes to the top of his head. The fine hairs on the back of his neck stood in attention.
Carlo licked his lips. Then, he pushed his index finger past the ring of muscle. The slender digit sank deeper into the puppet, the whole appendage engulfed soon enough.
P groaned, wriggling their hips. They were not sure of what to make of the sensation. It was neither painful nor comfortable, just a foreign object inside them.
Carlo observed P’s expression as he wiggled his finger. The moving digit inside them made the puppet scrunch their nose. They did not appear hurt, just confused.
Seeing no negative reaction, Carlo introduced a second finger.
P stared with wide eyes as Carlo stroked the rim with his second finger. Their breath hitched and held, the thumping in their chest quickening. They were nervous but excited, waiting expectantly.
The boy kissed the puppet’s thigh before pushing the second finger inside. A groan emitted from P as they tightened, feeling the ring of muscle stretching. The sensation was foreign, and they were not sure whether they liked it.
“Weird…” P managed with a whine, shaking their hips.
“You’ll get used to it soon,” promised Carlo as he nipped the inside of their thigh, causing them to shudder.
When Carlo spread his fingers, he was met with resistance. The boy grunted at the vice-like squeeze, scissoring his fingers to loosen their wall. He would occasionally curl his fingers, scratching their inside.
Soft moans and whimpers escaped the puppet unconsciously, their eyes slipped closed as their head cocked to the side. Every time Carlo spread his fingers, P would squeeze involuntarily. The action did not hurt though, so the puppet did not stop the boy.
Eventually, their moans grew louder as the boy scissored them. Their hips bucked and thighs shook, craving more of the boy’s attention. The scissoring made them loosen and the occasional scratch tickled a spot in them that sent sparks to their gut.
Noticing P’s positive reaction, Carlo started pumping his fingers. At the same time, he resumed his strokes on the puppet’s shaft. Both actions caught P by surprise, a gasp tumbling from their lips before strings of whines followed.
Carlo’s warm hand engulfed their length snugly, tight enough to be felt. The friction upon their sensitive skin offered tantalising pleasure to their core. The squeeze around their base coaxed whines from their throat, rubs on the tip causing them to stutter on a gasp.
The vacant sensation everytime Carlo pulled out his fingers made P miss the intrusion. Thankfully, the boy pushed the digits back into the puppet before they could complain. The appendages stretching their soft wall with every thrust made them weak with fulfillment, contented moans and high keens leaving parted lips as their inside fluttered.
Electricity jolted P with every pump into their entrance and around their length. The current flowed through their body, igniting the system and causing the dermis to heat up. The sparks gathered in their abdomen, shocking them with every zing of pleasure racking their body.
They whined, high and needy. “Carlo…”
Carlo chuckled, voice gruffed with desire. “You’re so cute, Pin.”
Full of adrenaline, a sudden idea appeared at the forefront of Carlo’s brain.
He did not waste a beat to say, “You know, we share the same father.”
P managed to gasp out a “yes”.
“And I technically came before you.”
P let out a confused whine.
“That would make me your older brother, right?”
P met Carlo’s eyes, bright blue meeting dark brown.
“Why don’t you try calling me big brother?”
Carlo only meant to jest. They wanted to tease P, to see how they would react to his comment. They did not expect the puppet to follow through.
“Big… brother…”
They, in fact, followed through.
Carlo abruptly halted his actions. P whined, bucking their hips desperately. The boy tightened his grip around their shaft, forcing the puppet to quiet down.
“Say that again.”
P’s sapphire gaze shone pleadingly. “Please, big brother…”
Carlo pressed hard on the head of their arousal, eliciting a cry.
“Again.”
“Please, big brother. Please!”
Carlo resumed his actions. However, he doubled the pace. His hands were almost two blurs as they worked P up.
The puppet wailed and writhed as their muscles tensed, assaulted by waves after waves of ecstasy. Their thighs shook with energy, heels digging into the small of Carlo’s back. The ball of pleasure wound and settled inside their abdomen tightened, ready to explode like a ticking time bomb.
“Big brother,” whined the puppet, fingers finding purchase in the boy’s brown locks.
“What a good boy,” cooed Carlo, movements never once slowing. “You can let go now, Pin. Let go.”
A loud gasp escaped P. Their eyes shot wide open as they arched their back, neck craned as their head tilted. They saw white as pleasure grabbed hold of their being, dousing them in overbearing heat.
The yarn of current exploded and spread all throughout their body. The sparks dancing across their system ignited their being, as if lighting them on fire. Their whole form tingled with residual shock, sending shivers down their spines as their thighs quacked.
Carlo groaned as P squeezed around his fingers, opting to scratch their inside as they rode off their high. He peppered kisses on their thighs, feeling the shudder under his lips. Their soft wall fluttered around the digits, refusing to release them.
Finally, P went slack. Carlo pulled out his fingers carefully while unraveling his hand from their softening phallus. He crawled up to face the puppet, gripping their jaw with one hand so they would look at him.
Their crystal blue eyes were glossed over, staring back in a daze. He finally noticed the tear tracks staining their cheeks — having been far from their countenance, he could not see the droplets falling. Their freckles camouflaged with their flushed face, barely seeable.
The debauched expression brought delight to Carlo. Without thinking, the boy leaned forward and captured the puppet’s lips. P mewled as soft lips pressed against theirs, mind still reeling as they struggled to keep up.
With P still collecting their bearings, Carlo took the opportunity to shove his tongue inside their mouth. Their cavern was warm and moist, pearly white teeth neat and wet tongue soft. The confused moans P let out were all swallowed by the boy, greedy in staking his claim on the puppet.
When they finally parted, a string of saliva connected their lips. P was panting heavily, catching their breath. Carlo did not appear disheveled at all.
He leaned his forehead against theirs, staring deep into sapphire gaze.
“My cute little Pin,” crooned Carlo.
“You’re me, and I’m you.”
He pecked their lips, gentle and sweet. They whimpered.
“And you’re mine.”