When it came to being bedded by Once-ler, he didn't need to speak. Ladies fawned over him, happy enough that they got to know their local celebrity; the only way it got better was if they woke the next morning to find a hundred-dollar bill on the pillow next to them.
But, intimacy with himself was a completely different arena.
"You're intoxicating," simple mutters, usually short, escaping between kisses on his younger self's neck.
"Why are we so perfect?" Narcissism at its finest, tenderly asked as he undressed his doppleganger, fingers caressing smooth skin and trailing lower down the body.
"I love you so much." Whispered as he wiped post-orgasm tears from the young face, smiling warmly as he could feel his heart bigger with emotion.
There was something…indescribable about loving yourself as much as this. The only person he could make pillow talk for was himself.