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Of all the people Etihw could get ideas from, the worst ideas have to come from other Etihws.
Kcalb’s only met two of them so far, his own feminine-presenting Etihw and this other world’s masculine-presenting one, but he’s cursing that it was ever possible for them to meet. The other Etihw is an unrepentant tease, and any hope of his Etihw of calming him down is dashed when she says, “You know I’m not a jealous God. I’m sure we can do some sharing, while you’re here, me.”
Is that how Kcalb ended up like this? The other Etihw leaves kisses along his shoulders as he gives a slow push in, his Etihw slides her hips down at the same time, and he can do nothing but keen and try to figure what to do with his hands. One rubs his Etihw’s clit every time she snaps her hips down, but the other one can’t reach much of the other Etihw from his position… at least, until the other Etihw holds out his hand for Kcalb to hold.
...Sex and minor personality differences aside, they really are the same sentimental person, aren’t they. Kcalb squeezes the other Etihw’s hand.
He’s glad he doesn’t have to differentiate his moans, because not even he can tell whose movements are causing them anymore. The Etihws seem equally satsified when he comes first, and equally inclined to cuddle afterwards.
Kcalb doesn’t normally sleep on Etihw’s bed, but a nap while he recovers won’t hurt.
It’s unfair that Etihw still has several inches of height on her when she’s feminine-presenting, Kcalb thinks.
It’s really unfair that both Etihws get along extremely well, when she’d hoped another God would be able to smack her Etihw into being less of a pervert.
And it’s really, truly, so unfair that she hasn’t built up any resistance to hugs that smush her into Etihw’s breasts, and instead her face bursts into flame when the other Etihw hugs her.
“Isn’t she so cute?” asks her Etihw.
“All Kcalbs are,” says the other. “But her especially.”
Kcalb’s blush does not die down, especially when the other Etihw kisses the top of her head. “Wh...what are you doing?” she asks, pulling away enough to be heard.
“Kissing you,” Etihw answers, a bright smile gracing her face. “Unless you don’t want me to.”
“I don-” Kcalb has not seriously considered this question, and after a few moments’ thought, changes her answer. “...You can do that. It’s okay, i-if you want to.”
Etihw’s smile widens and she peppers soft kisses over Kcalb’s face before finally meeting her lips. It is not the first time Kcalb has been kissed by Etihw, but this particular one hasn’t done so before, and she’s sweeter than hers. Gentler, too.
It’s weird with her Etihw watching, though. Kcalb pulls away to glare at him. “Are you going to just sit there and stare?”
He grins. “Well~ if you wanted me to join in…”
“That isn’t what I meant!”
The first words that leave Kcalb’s mouth when he speaks to his double are, “You’re short.”
“You’re the one who’s absurdly tall!” She’s craning her neck to try to make up for the difference in height. “Bend over or something.”
He doesn’t. “Did you enjoy the visit?”
“...Yeah.” A guilty look comes to her face. “Sorry about kissing your Etihw without asking your permission.”
“That’s…” He coughs. “That’s really not necessary.”
“Mine hit on you too, didn’t he?” she asks.
“Yeah. You could say that.”