Prota unzipped his pants to find the source of the sensation, then he looked back up towards the blue curtains, and it dawned on him. Anta was masturbating… And Prota could feel it!

He gasped as he watched his cock react as though being touched by an invisible hand. He could distinctly feel Anta’s long fingers wrapped around himself, stroking up and down his shaft tenderly. Prota found himself instinctively thrusting into his touch.

“Ah, that makes sense,” Prota thought. Throughout his life, he’d had bouts of sudden arousal, where it felt like someone was actually touching him. He’d call these “phantom handjobs”. He once asked Krain if he had ever experienced something like it. Krain told him it wasn’t uncommon to experience random arousals… but he’d never heard of any instances of being touched by a ghost hand. Krain seemed to find it rather spooky. Prota has had it happen at really inopportune times. Once, he tried to just let it pass and go about his duties without touching himself… which led to a very embarrassing accident. He now knew that these incidents were because, somewhere far away, way off in a tower, this man was pleasuring himself. Which meant that every time Prota had touched himself… he was also making love to Anta.

Not wanting to make a mess on Anta’s beloved machine, Prota ran to the small dining table on the other side of the hexagonal room and grabbed some napkins, feeling Anta’s arousing touch on the way there.

Now that he was prepared, Prota joined in by wrapping his own fingers around himself. He stroked up and down, helping it release fluids from its tip. He was moist and slippery now, as was Anta.

Behind the curtain, on the bed, Anta moaned deeply, as he felt Prota’s touch on his engorged cock. He stroked his slick member eagerly, wanting both of them to reach climax. “Oh, yes…” he closed his eyes and relished in the sensation of Prota’s hand sliding up and down his throbbing cock. His muscular ass tightened. He was so close…

Prota felt Anta’s grip tighten around his shaft. He let go of himself and felt his other half’s strong hand pump him firmly and passionately, releasing more precum. “Ah,” he gasped. He grabbed himself once more, stroking himself and Anta with intensity and precision.

Anta moaned powerfully. He let go of himself and sat back as he felt his cock being played with. His pleasure rose exponentially, as Prota rubbed feverishly from his balls up his sensitive shaft to his pink head.

The two men felt their genitals tense up, a feeling of immense pleasure rising within them. They thrusted eagerly into each other’s touch.

“Mmm!” Prota moaned as he felt Anta reach climax. Prota’s cheeks clenched. His legs gave out on him, and he leaned his arm on the table as his whole body shook with ecstasy. His cock eagerly shot hot cum into the napkin in his hands. It felt so relieving. 

He took a moment to catch his breath and then cleaned himself up so he could go back to work. He was tired and flushed, but he also felt refreshed.

After cleaning up, Anta came back into the room with a knowing smirk on his face. “Satisfied?” He asked, when he saw his other half’s pink face.

“Y-yeah,” Prota stuttered.

Anta got back to work as though nothing had happened between them.

Prota’s face was still warm, and a sad, sickly feeling came over him.

“What’s up?” Anta asked casually, as though the barrier between them had been broken.

“I’m sorry,” Prota said, heavily. “We’re working on bringing back your love. I shouldn’t have seduced you into having sex with another man.” His face hung towards the floor. His bangs covered his eyes in a dark shadow.

“Heh,” Anta laughed.

Prota looked at him with a confused expression. “You aren’t upset?”

Anta’s crystal-blue eyes looked directly at Prota. He had a surprisingly light-hearted smile on his face. “What other man?” He asked. “You’re me.”

Prota couldn’t really argue there.

“I promise he won’t be mad at me for masturbating while he’s been away,” Anta assured him, in a comforting tone, as he diligently adjusted some screws. “Whether you’re standing next to me or not, we’ve been touching each other our whole lives.”