…no. [ said without hesitating. ] I wouldn’t enjoying having to fight for your affection with another me. These are mimics, my mimics, and there’s a difference… [ he kisses him. ] My Mochi. I don’t want to share you. [ he shoves his own pants down, rutting against his ass. ]

But knowing that I can pleasure you like this… it does make me happy. [ another kiss, but this time he tilts his head, so he can bite his neck. ] Tell me what else I can do to make you happy.