The touches were different from Harper's own. These fingers were soft and smooth when compared to his rough, calloused fingers that trailed across his arm; well the original Roy's arm that had been given to him to grow from. The thought was still an awkward one but he'd be coping with it.
"At least you kept great care of it." The recently freed Roy spoke as his fingers traced along the muscles of Harper's arm. Under the exploring, examining the twitches from Roy's fingers while goosebumps rose on his skin. It seemed the touch from its original body had the arm wanting its home. And if Harper ever had the chance he'd give the arm back in a heartbeat. He didn't deserve it anyway. The technically younger, and larger, red head blinked in surprise as the original Roy pulled his hand to his face, tongue darting out and licking the tip of Harper's index finger; the same finger that once belonged to the person suddenly teasing Red Arrow.
"Tastes the same…" Roy purred out, sucking the finger into his mouth, circling the circumference of the appendage with his teasing tongue. Harper let out a groan, shifting his body as to take back his finger from that tight, wet mouth current giving him one of the best suck downs he'd ever had. Getting turned on because the original Roy was sucking his finger like a lollipop couldn't be right. (Part of Harper screamed that if this was wrong, he didn't want to be right). The smaller red head wore such a devilish smirk around Harper's finger, sucking the next one into his mouth with a bit of coaxing help from his tongue. No hands needed for the original currently having the time of his life with Harper's fingers. The clone found his resolve crumbling as the real Roy's tongue slicked and petted his fingers as if being treated for keeping such good care of his body. Mainly, though, his favorite arm.
The wet, sloppy sounds reverberating in Red Arrow's apartment were obscene in the best of ways. Both Roy's wouldn't admit to being man-whores, but they were. Both had loved/loved to fuck and fool around, with themselves or others; it didn't matter to them. It wasn't surprising to find Harper had a narcissistic tendency, if the tightness of his pants were anything to go by.
"This is wron…hng." Harper moaned out as another finger was pulled into the original Roy's hot, wet cavern where the teen's tongue was working wonders on Harper's fingers. The larger Roy made yet another halfhearted attempt to get away, his fingers leaving the smaller Roy's mouth with a lewd pop. A bridge of saliva joining the two, from heavily coated fingers to the original Roy's lips. Well, reddened, lips filled with the blood that pumped into the original's mouth to warm the previously residing fingers in his mouth. The sight was intoxicating with his original counterpart staring at him with a lust filled gaze.
"Nice to see, even after eight years, I still have the same spots." The original seemed a bit breathless, Harper's eyes drifted down the slightly slicked chest of the teen he was created from. Oh yeah, this was going to be a fun night if the final drop of his inhibition was anything to go by. The clone grabbed his original's face, pulling the two of them together into an awkward kiss.
This might be awkward in the morning but right now it was pretty much the only thing he could think about was if they'd taste the same.