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Log: Completed
When; This morning.
Rating; NC-17 for guys-turned-girl!sex.
Characters; Genma [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
senbon_shinobi] and Hayate [hayate]
Summary; Waking up as girls didn’t bother these two very much.
Log;
Genma had slept like a rock, just as he had every night since he’d been in the city, and more importantly, sleeping next to Hayate again. He’d hardly slept well in months, and now, with his lover next to him once more, he was content again.
Light was filtering through his closed eyelids, bringing him back to consciousness, and he yawned and rolled back onto his back, stretching his arms above his head. His eyes still closed, he reached down for the customary morning manly stomach scratch, when on his way down, his hands encountered something rather peculiar.
Breasts. Boobs. He had them.
Uh, why? Last time he checked, those weren’t supposed to be there.
Eyes snapping open, Genma sat straight up in bed and looked down at himself. Yep, there they were. He was a woman. Completely dumbfounded by this, he couldn’t help but run his hands over his new chest. Wow, they were nice, he had to say, a stupid grin lighting up his face. A thought popped into his mind, and Genma looked under the covers between his legs.
Woe. His little buddy was gone too, and in it’s place were obvious girl parts. They would obviously have to be explored too. But probably by—
Hayate! Genma turned over to find his partner, sleeping on his side, facing him… and with his own brand new pair of perky boobs too. Snickering with amusement, Genma laid back down next to him and reached out, cupping one of them in his (much more feminine hands). Hey, they were almost better than his! Firmer, at least. Damn him being younger and more supple. “Hayate,” he whispered, squeezing his hand gently and grinning.
Groaning softly in his sleep, Hayate batted at Genma's wandering hands, a common enough occurrence, even before his untimely death. His lover was always particularly horny in the morning, and liked to start the day off by molesting Hayate quite thoroughly. Not that Hayate had any problem with that, but he was tired! But how could he get back to sleep if Genma kept groping his breasts, it was making his nipples hard.
Wait...breasts? He didn't have breasts, he was a guy. Guys have pecs, and fat guys have those nasty man-boobs, but he was far from fat, and in good shape to boot. So...what was going on?
Cracking open one eye, Hayate peered down his body, seeing a rather nice set of breasts there, with Genma's hand firmly attached to one of them. Okay, this was weird. It felt nice, but it was still weird. "Um...I have breasts. Why do I have breasts?"
“I have no idea, but I’ve got ‘em too,” Genma grinned, scooting closer to Hayate and propping himself up on one elbow while his other hand continued to happily group the other man. Er, woman. “And I seem to have misplaced my penis,” he added, looking a little more solemn, but still too distracted by Hayate’s pretty breasts to be that upset about it.
“What about you?” he wondered out loud, moving his hand down Hayate’s chest and slipping it beneath the front of his pants. “Nope, girl parts down there for you too,” he shook his head, grinning again. “Crazy, huh? This city is messed up,” he chuckled, leaning down to casually like a hot, wet stripe across the closest of Hayate’s nipples. “We’re lesbians,” he laughed again.
Gasping loudly at the sensation of Genma's tongue, hot and wet, running over one if his nipples, he - no, she, he supposed, though referring to himself that way was rather odd - arched up off the bed slightly. His nipples had always been sensitive, but nothing like this. Both tightened almost painfully with arousal, so different from what it was like when he was in his normal body.
Shifting uncomfortably on the bed, Hayate was almost bemoaning the fact that Genma's penis was somehow missing, though he didn't want to think too much on that, because it was far too early for such contemplations. "This place is definitely strange. Though I suppose it does have its advantages, ne?" Hayate grinned then, turning onto his side and leaning in quickly, nipping at one of Genma's nipples. After all, fair was fair, right? If Genma got to touch, then so did he!
“Ah, shit,” Genma hissed, inhaling sharply. “Feels a bit different than the usual standard equipment,” he shuddered, realizing suddenly that even his voice sounded more feminine. “I certainly don’t mind, as long as it doesn’t last too long. You look hot as a girl,” he leered at his lover, leaning in for a good morning kiss. Hayate’s lips were even softer than usual, and when his hand went up to run through his hair, he found it silky and smooth.
“Dammit, we’re both really women,” he laughed as he broke the kiss, looking down at Hayate’s body again in both amazement and lust. “Have you ever even seen another woman naked?” he teased, reaching out to tweak one of Hayate’s nipples again. He couldn’t help it. They were so perky and cute and just begged to be touched.
Pouting when the kiss was broken, Hayate choked at the teasing words of his lover, turning bright red. "Wh-what?! O-of course I have, idiot!" He wasn't about to admit that the only glimpses he had seen of naked girls was when he and Yuugao were both little kids and used to swim together (which didn't really count anyway), and in a dirty magazine that he had been quite embarrassed over when it was showed to him.
"I suppose you're going to tell me you've seen loads of naked women before, being that you're so much older and more experienced," Hayate said, emphasizing the end of the sentence especially, knowing it would rile his lover. He always hated to be reminded that he was so much older than Hayate was, seven years older to be exact, putting him at 30 to Hayate's 23.
Genma smirked again, completely amused by Hayate’s reaction. Sure, he had. Probably Yuugao, or something, he thought, shaking his head. The other’s last remark, however, struck a chord with him, and he narrowed his eyes. Bringing up the age issue again, and to his disadvantage? “Tsk, tsk, Hayate,” he shook his head.
“You’re not supposed to make fun of a woman’s age,” he feigned a glare, poking Hayate in the arm and then taking a hold of that arm and pulling him over and on top of him. He (or was it she?) was softer and their curves blended into each other’s. It was a really interesting feeling, obviously one that neither of them had experienced before. “God, you’re hot,” he grinned again, pulling his chin down for another long, drawn out kiss.
About to snark back at Genma about him not actually being a woman, despite his appearance at the moment, Hayate found himself quite pleasantly silenced by his lover's lips. While the kiss was good, as all their kisses were, it was different this time. The feel of their bodies pressed together was different; breasts pressed against each other, a strange sort of soft friction; and their hips, wider than they were, almost cradling each other, both getting close and not close enough at the same time.
Moaning softly, Hayate broke the kiss, lips trailing across Genma's - soft, with no morning stubble - cheek, finding that sensitive spot on his lover's ear that he knew so well, tonguing it playfully. "This is definitely...interesting, Genma. How long do you think we'll be like this?"
“I don’t know,” Genma shrugged, tilting his head to the side to give Hayate more access. God, everything was so soft and smooth, a big change from the usual calloused roughness of their worn shinobi hands and whiskered cheeks. “But we should definitely take advantage of it. Not that we haven’t been already,” he grinned, reaching one hand around to playfully pinch Hayate’s ass, looking rather amused with himself as he did so. He let out a girlish chuckle, and then froze for a moment, surprised by the sound.
“Damn, I sound so girlie,” he shook his head, running his hands up and down Hayate’s slim back. “Goes with the outfit, I suppose,” he grinned again, brushing the backs of his knuckles against the sides of Hayate’s new breasts. “You have really great boobs, by the way. Just saying,” he added with a smirk.
Chuckling softly against the outer shell of Genma's ear, breath puffing against the delicate skin there, Hayate just grinned. "I'm going to take that as a compliment, as I'm in a really good mood at the moment. And if I ever doubted the fact that you're still a guy inside, you saying stuff like that will keep it fresh in my mind." He'd already noted the higher, more feminine tones in their voices, but it seemed to be part and parcel with the whole experience. It made him wonder what other strange things they would experience as they stayed here in this odd city. Though, Hayate had to admit, being stuck as a girl wasn't too much of a hardship, as long as the bad parts didn't come with it.
...eewwww. That wasn't worth thinking about.
He pushed that thought out of his head by sliding one hand up Genma's side, cupping one of his breasts lightly, fingers tracing over them, memorizing the feel, the texture. "Yours aren't so bad either, you know. Though, I think mine are a bit bigger," he teased, brown eyes twinkling with mirth.
Sighing with pleasure, Genma pushed his chest up more into Hayate’s hand, closing his eyes, and then freezing and cracking one eye open again. “Ass. You just had to say that, didn’t you?” he grumbled, eyeing the other with mock indignation. “Your boobs are definitely not bigger than mine. Admittedly, they might, MIGHT be a teeny bit perkier, but that’s it,” he smirked, shaking his in amusement. He wasn’t really offended. It wasn’t like… penis sizes or anything. Just breasts, that he hopefully wouldn’t even have when he woke up the next morning. Hopefully.
Getting a little bored, Genma rolled them over so that he was on top and Hayate was beneath him. “Ah, that’s better. I like the top,” he chuckled, leaning in for another long kiss. “So what’re we going to do with these hot girl bodies? Put on make up and dress in drag? Only, it won’t be drag, since we really are women,” he grinned teasingly.
Blinking in mock-confusion, an expression of absolute innocence radiated from Hayate's face. "I don't know what you're talking about, senpai. I was just making a simple observation." He ruined it all by laughing, in a rather cutesy manner even. "They're more than a tiny bit perkier, you know. They're quite perky. But I think your nipples are nicer. All dusky and wanting to be teased..." His cheeks colored slightly, as he wasn't usually one for such talk, at least not to be the one saying such things. That was more Genma's forte.
He pondered Genma's question, unsure. It was highly likely that this would be very temporary, likely lasting only a day, just like each other strange thing - the colorblindness, the deafness - so it was something to be...taken advantage of, as it were. His thoughts turned less than innocent, and it was heard in the slightly husky tone of his voice. "What would you like to do with them?"
“Dusky, huh? Maybe you should tease them then,” Genma grinned salaciously, which probably didn’t come off as naughty looking as he had hoped, or as it would have in his usual form. Still, Hayate talking like that was a major turn on, and Genma moved to straddle his lover’s hips, sitting up straight and gazing down at him.
“Oh, I don’t know. We could have some wild, hot girl sex or something,” he shrugged casually, looking nonplussed as if he had just suggested that they do some laundry or maybe knit a sweater for the afternoon. “I have some dusky nipples that need teasing, and you have some perky breasts that need sucking. And who knows what else we can find to do,” he smirked again, reaching up to brush some stray bangs from Hayate’s eyes. They were the same eyes, of course, but with thicker lashes. Hayate really was a pretty girl.
A frisson of heat shot through Hayate, pooling low in his belly, different from the jolt of arousal of a man. This was slower, sinuous, curling there with a molten feel, making his body feel loose and heavy. Genma's weight on top of him was different, lighter, but still as arousing as ever, feeling his lover looming above him like that, pressing him down into the mattress. "Mmmm...w-we could definitely do that..."
The idea of being intimate while like this, it was kinky, forbidden, and far too tempting to resist. After all, Genma did have some dusky nipples in need of teasing, and who was he not to oblige? Reaching up, Hayate moved his thumbs lightly over the peaks of flesh, marveling as they tightened into hardened nubs, watching Genma's face intently for his reaction. It would be fun to relearn all the things they both enjoyed in these new bodies. After all, they had the whole day ahead of them.
Arching into Hayate’s touch, Genma tilted his head back, inhaling sharply at that familiar yet foreign feeling of those thumbs rolling his nipples. It felt strange, different, a heavier feeling on his chest, but still really good, and within moments, he was already panting. Genma pressed his palms into the bed next to Hayate’s shoulders, leaning down over him, his hair falling into his face. “That feels so good,” he murmured muzzily, lowering his lips to Hayate’s neck.
It was weird, and lacking an Adam’s Apple to lick, but still, the softness of the skin between them was intoxicating, and Genma licked and sucked everywhere he could, down his collarbone, until he scooted back so he could get better access to Hayate’s “much perkier” breasts. “Wonder how it feels when I do this?” he posed the innocent question, before lowering his head again to suck on one of Hayate’s nipples, soft at first and then harder, twirling his tongue around it teasingly. It was like licking velvet, and Genma almost thought he could get used to this. Almost.
"Nnnggghhh--God!" That preliminary lick did nothing to prepare Hayate for just how sensitive he could be there. The pull, the feel of hotwetgodmoreplease had him tangling his fingers in Genma's hair, pulling him even closer, arching up against that amazing mouth.
Fidgeting underneath Genma, Hayate tried to press up against him, wanting some friction, something to make the hollow ache he felt go away. Shifting again, his eyes widened as he realized that he was getting wet. It wasn't that he didn't know the mechanics of female arousal, he just hadn't really applied it to himself, and he choked on another low moan, lifting his hips to rub them against Genma's, whimpering softly in the back of his throat. "Genma..."
The response Genma was getting from Hayate was incredible, he had to admit, and all he was doing was sucking on his nipple. His other hand moved to mimic the movement of this mouth on his other breast. But then Hayate started whimpering his name in that high pitched girlie voice and oh god, it was hot, and Genma knew what he wanted.
Moving his thigh in between Hayate’s legs, he pushed himself up so that he was half hovering above the other, and started rubbing it back and forth, up and down, giving the other the friction he craved while getting to watch his facial expressions. His leg was slick already, and with a little smirk, Genma reached one hand down to the apex of Hayate’s thighs and pressed at that spot. He had been with women before, and he knew exactly what he was doing.
If he was whimpering before, Hayate was moaning very loudly now, nonsensical pleading words tripping from kiss-swollen lips, shifting with each grinding movement of Genma's thigh against him. It was driving him positively mad, this everlasting build-up, this tension with no release, just drawing tighter and tighter in on himself, seeking...something. Then he felt probing fingers against warm, moist flesh, and it snapped him somewhat back into himself, while driving him quite mad at the same time.
"You too...not just me...want to...please?" He looked up at Genma pleadingly, begging, though he wasn't entirely sure just what he was begging for. What did he do now, it wasn't like he had ever done anything like this before. He knew Genma had, but he wasn't going to think about what the other man had done before they were together. All that mattered now was the two of them.
Genma definitely wanted to feel what Hayate was obviously feeling right now, but he breathlessly shook his head at the other’s adorable panting pleas. Instead, he answered them with a gentle kiss to the lips while his leg continued to rock and his fingers worked delicately, as if he was playing an instrument, or finger painting. It was odd, having Hayate underneath him like he always did, but still having it be so different.
He didn’t want it to be about him right now. He wanted all the focus on Hayate, because he looked so beautiful, sprawled out across the bed, flushed cheeks and chest and glassy eyes and breathy little moans. “Just you,” he murmured softly, smiling through his own panting, increasing the pace of his movements to hurry Hayate along.
Choking on his protests, Hayate clung closer to Genma, breath hitching with each brush against his sensitive flesh, making him spiral ever closer to completion. This was so much different from the building of a man's orgasm. Each time he was sure he was at the breaking point, he just kept going. "Oh--oh--Genma...mmmm!!!"
It was then that, like a spring wound too tight, Hayate snapped. Tensing for a split-second, eyes that had been clenched shut a moment before snapped open, unseeing, as white light blinded him. Bucking against Genma once, twice, three times, and he then just clung to him, tiny tremors of pleasure still coursing through his body as he caught his breath. "Oh God. Wow. I...wow."
Grinning smugly, Genma moved out from between Hayate’s legs and plopped down next to him. “That was great,” he grinned, even though he hadn’t exactly been… attended to. Getting to watch Hayate experience that was almost better. Besides, it was really hot to watch and to get to actually do. It was like the best of both worlds, having sex with a beautiful woman who just so happened to really be the man he was in love with.
Or something like that.
Genma propped himself up on his elbow, looking down at the rather sated and very sweaty Hayate next to him. “You make hot girl noises,” he chuckled, brushing aside a few locks of damp, dark hair from Hayate’s forehead, before leaning in and kissing it softly.
Hayate was sorely tempted to say something to wipe that smug smirk off of Genma's face, but he was far too sated for that, instead curling against him, frowning when the curves of their new bodies stopped them from fitting together like they normally did. "Mmmph. I bet you would too, except you'd probably be too loud."
Shifting slightly, Hayate found his head on some very comfortable, very handy pillows, and he nuzzled them, grinning. This was one perk he could get used to, as Genma's shoulders weren't always the most comfortable things to lean his head on. "Hmm, I wonder if it could be possible to keep the breasts but get your penis back?"
“How about you keep the breasts, since they’re so much prettier than mine?” Genma chuckled and poked Hayate gently on the shoulder. Granted, it would be rather entertaining and kind of fun to keep the boobs for awhile, but he missed his penis and his well defined, manly pecs. Breasts on Hayate for awhile? Now that would be good.
“And hey. I wouldn’t be too loud. Your hot girlie noises were a major turn-on. I bet it’d be the same for you if I was doing them,” he grinned, running his fingers down Hayate’s sweaty, slim back lightly, enjoying that soft skin again. This was definitely an experience he would remember for some time.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you? You pervert," Hayate said, though his words carried little heat. He was far too comfortable just as he was, and it wasn't worth the effort to rouse himself just yet. He'd be quite glad to be rid of his girl parts, despite the fun he just had with them. He didn't like how he had to shift around to fit right against Genma, it was just odd. Plus, if all the other drawbacks of femininity came with this form, he definitely wanted no part of it.
"You so would be loud, because you're shameless like that. I bet you get off on people being able to hear us." Hayate shivered at the idea of just how much of a turn-on it would be to hear Genma moaning like he just was with his girlie voice. Though, he preferred his lover's deep, throaty groans any day of the week.
“You say pervert like it’s something new,” Genma smirked, thoroughly amused. He laughed out loud at Hayate’s next comment and tilted his head down at him, feeling the small tremor that passed through the other’s body. “Are you calling me an exhibitionist?” he grinned. “People should be so lucky to hear us having sex, male or female,” he laughed.
“What do you say we go for round two?” he sat up a bit, wiggling his eyebrows salaciously at Hayate and moving his hand down for a grope. Girl parts or not, Genma was still all man and proud of it. He would make a terrible woman, personality-wise. And thank god.
"Oh, I'm used to it, but I'm not used to you looking like this sweet and innocent girl at the same time," Hayate snorted and nodded. "Definitely. If you didn't think I'd shove my sword up your ass, you'd probably want to have sex right on the Hokage's desk, just to prove that we could."
Gasping loudly at the unexpected grope, Hayate looked at Genma through half-lowered lashes. "Hmm, round two, eh? Well, you haven't come yet, after all..." And fair was fair, right?
“Sex on the Hokage’s desk? That’s brilliant!” Genma laughed, completely amused. “Why didn’t I think of that?” he teased, tweaking Hayate’s nipple again and smirking.
“Oh, you noticed that, hmm?” he added with another cheeky half smile, wiggling his eyebrows at the other man. Er, woman. “Well then, I think we best take care of that then, eh? After all, it looks like we have a while. I say we keep on taking advantage of this situation,” he nodded, looking thoughtful and feigning sincerity for a moment, before smiling again and leaning in for another addicting kiss from Hayate.
It was going to be a really fun day.
Rating; NC-17 for guys-turned-girl!sex.
Characters; Genma [
senbon_shinobi] and Hayate [hayate]Summary; Waking up as girls didn’t bother these two very much.
Log;
Genma had slept like a rock, just as he had every night since he’d been in the city, and more importantly, sleeping next to Hayate again. He’d hardly slept well in months, and now, with his lover next to him once more, he was content again.
Light was filtering through his closed eyelids, bringing him back to consciousness, and he yawned and rolled back onto his back, stretching his arms above his head. His eyes still closed, he reached down for the customary morning manly stomach scratch, when on his way down, his hands encountered something rather peculiar.
Breasts. Boobs. He had them.
Uh, why? Last time he checked, those weren’t supposed to be there.
Eyes snapping open, Genma sat straight up in bed and looked down at himself. Yep, there they were. He was a woman. Completely dumbfounded by this, he couldn’t help but run his hands over his new chest. Wow, they were nice, he had to say, a stupid grin lighting up his face. A thought popped into his mind, and Genma looked under the covers between his legs.
Woe. His little buddy was gone too, and in it’s place were obvious girl parts. They would obviously have to be explored too. But probably by—
Hayate! Genma turned over to find his partner, sleeping on his side, facing him… and with his own brand new pair of perky boobs too. Snickering with amusement, Genma laid back down next to him and reached out, cupping one of them in his (much more feminine hands). Hey, they were almost better than his! Firmer, at least. Damn him being younger and more supple. “Hayate,” he whispered, squeezing his hand gently and grinning.
Groaning softly in his sleep, Hayate batted at Genma's wandering hands, a common enough occurrence, even before his untimely death. His lover was always particularly horny in the morning, and liked to start the day off by molesting Hayate quite thoroughly. Not that Hayate had any problem with that, but he was tired! But how could he get back to sleep if Genma kept groping his breasts, it was making his nipples hard.
Wait...breasts? He didn't have breasts, he was a guy. Guys have pecs, and fat guys have those nasty man-boobs, but he was far from fat, and in good shape to boot. So...what was going on?
Cracking open one eye, Hayate peered down his body, seeing a rather nice set of breasts there, with Genma's hand firmly attached to one of them. Okay, this was weird. It felt nice, but it was still weird. "Um...I have breasts. Why do I have breasts?"
“I have no idea, but I’ve got ‘em too,” Genma grinned, scooting closer to Hayate and propping himself up on one elbow while his other hand continued to happily group the other man. Er, woman. “And I seem to have misplaced my penis,” he added, looking a little more solemn, but still too distracted by Hayate’s pretty breasts to be that upset about it.
“What about you?” he wondered out loud, moving his hand down Hayate’s chest and slipping it beneath the front of his pants. “Nope, girl parts down there for you too,” he shook his head, grinning again. “Crazy, huh? This city is messed up,” he chuckled, leaning down to casually like a hot, wet stripe across the closest of Hayate’s nipples. “We’re lesbians,” he laughed again.
Gasping loudly at the sensation of Genma's tongue, hot and wet, running over one if his nipples, he - no, she, he supposed, though referring to himself that way was rather odd - arched up off the bed slightly. His nipples had always been sensitive, but nothing like this. Both tightened almost painfully with arousal, so different from what it was like when he was in his normal body.
Shifting uncomfortably on the bed, Hayate was almost bemoaning the fact that Genma's penis was somehow missing, though he didn't want to think too much on that, because it was far too early for such contemplations. "This place is definitely strange. Though I suppose it does have its advantages, ne?" Hayate grinned then, turning onto his side and leaning in quickly, nipping at one of Genma's nipples. After all, fair was fair, right? If Genma got to touch, then so did he!
“Ah, shit,” Genma hissed, inhaling sharply. “Feels a bit different than the usual standard equipment,” he shuddered, realizing suddenly that even his voice sounded more feminine. “I certainly don’t mind, as long as it doesn’t last too long. You look hot as a girl,” he leered at his lover, leaning in for a good morning kiss. Hayate’s lips were even softer than usual, and when his hand went up to run through his hair, he found it silky and smooth.
“Dammit, we’re both really women,” he laughed as he broke the kiss, looking down at Hayate’s body again in both amazement and lust. “Have you ever even seen another woman naked?” he teased, reaching out to tweak one of Hayate’s nipples again. He couldn’t help it. They were so perky and cute and just begged to be touched.
Pouting when the kiss was broken, Hayate choked at the teasing words of his lover, turning bright red. "Wh-what?! O-of course I have, idiot!" He wasn't about to admit that the only glimpses he had seen of naked girls was when he and Yuugao were both little kids and used to swim together (which didn't really count anyway), and in a dirty magazine that he had been quite embarrassed over when it was showed to him.
"I suppose you're going to tell me you've seen loads of naked women before, being that you're so much older and more experienced," Hayate said, emphasizing the end of the sentence especially, knowing it would rile his lover. He always hated to be reminded that he was so much older than Hayate was, seven years older to be exact, putting him at 30 to Hayate's 23.
Genma smirked again, completely amused by Hayate’s reaction. Sure, he had. Probably Yuugao, or something, he thought, shaking his head. The other’s last remark, however, struck a chord with him, and he narrowed his eyes. Bringing up the age issue again, and to his disadvantage? “Tsk, tsk, Hayate,” he shook his head.
“You’re not supposed to make fun of a woman’s age,” he feigned a glare, poking Hayate in the arm and then taking a hold of that arm and pulling him over and on top of him. He (or was it she?) was softer and their curves blended into each other’s. It was a really interesting feeling, obviously one that neither of them had experienced before. “God, you’re hot,” he grinned again, pulling his chin down for another long, drawn out kiss.
About to snark back at Genma about him not actually being a woman, despite his appearance at the moment, Hayate found himself quite pleasantly silenced by his lover's lips. While the kiss was good, as all their kisses were, it was different this time. The feel of their bodies pressed together was different; breasts pressed against each other, a strange sort of soft friction; and their hips, wider than they were, almost cradling each other, both getting close and not close enough at the same time.
Moaning softly, Hayate broke the kiss, lips trailing across Genma's - soft, with no morning stubble - cheek, finding that sensitive spot on his lover's ear that he knew so well, tonguing it playfully. "This is definitely...interesting, Genma. How long do you think we'll be like this?"
“I don’t know,” Genma shrugged, tilting his head to the side to give Hayate more access. God, everything was so soft and smooth, a big change from the usual calloused roughness of their worn shinobi hands and whiskered cheeks. “But we should definitely take advantage of it. Not that we haven’t been already,” he grinned, reaching one hand around to playfully pinch Hayate’s ass, looking rather amused with himself as he did so. He let out a girlish chuckle, and then froze for a moment, surprised by the sound.
“Damn, I sound so girlie,” he shook his head, running his hands up and down Hayate’s slim back. “Goes with the outfit, I suppose,” he grinned again, brushing the backs of his knuckles against the sides of Hayate’s new breasts. “You have really great boobs, by the way. Just saying,” he added with a smirk.
Chuckling softly against the outer shell of Genma's ear, breath puffing against the delicate skin there, Hayate just grinned. "I'm going to take that as a compliment, as I'm in a really good mood at the moment. And if I ever doubted the fact that you're still a guy inside, you saying stuff like that will keep it fresh in my mind." He'd already noted the higher, more feminine tones in their voices, but it seemed to be part and parcel with the whole experience. It made him wonder what other strange things they would experience as they stayed here in this odd city. Though, Hayate had to admit, being stuck as a girl wasn't too much of a hardship, as long as the bad parts didn't come with it.
...eewwww. That wasn't worth thinking about.
He pushed that thought out of his head by sliding one hand up Genma's side, cupping one of his breasts lightly, fingers tracing over them, memorizing the feel, the texture. "Yours aren't so bad either, you know. Though, I think mine are a bit bigger," he teased, brown eyes twinkling with mirth.
Sighing with pleasure, Genma pushed his chest up more into Hayate’s hand, closing his eyes, and then freezing and cracking one eye open again. “Ass. You just had to say that, didn’t you?” he grumbled, eyeing the other with mock indignation. “Your boobs are definitely not bigger than mine. Admittedly, they might, MIGHT be a teeny bit perkier, but that’s it,” he smirked, shaking his in amusement. He wasn’t really offended. It wasn’t like… penis sizes or anything. Just breasts, that he hopefully wouldn’t even have when he woke up the next morning. Hopefully.
Getting a little bored, Genma rolled them over so that he was on top and Hayate was beneath him. “Ah, that’s better. I like the top,” he chuckled, leaning in for another long kiss. “So what’re we going to do with these hot girl bodies? Put on make up and dress in drag? Only, it won’t be drag, since we really are women,” he grinned teasingly.
Blinking in mock-confusion, an expression of absolute innocence radiated from Hayate's face. "I don't know what you're talking about, senpai. I was just making a simple observation." He ruined it all by laughing, in a rather cutesy manner even. "They're more than a tiny bit perkier, you know. They're quite perky. But I think your nipples are nicer. All dusky and wanting to be teased..." His cheeks colored slightly, as he wasn't usually one for such talk, at least not to be the one saying such things. That was more Genma's forte.
He pondered Genma's question, unsure. It was highly likely that this would be very temporary, likely lasting only a day, just like each other strange thing - the colorblindness, the deafness - so it was something to be...taken advantage of, as it were. His thoughts turned less than innocent, and it was heard in the slightly husky tone of his voice. "What would you like to do with them?"
“Dusky, huh? Maybe you should tease them then,” Genma grinned salaciously, which probably didn’t come off as naughty looking as he had hoped, or as it would have in his usual form. Still, Hayate talking like that was a major turn on, and Genma moved to straddle his lover’s hips, sitting up straight and gazing down at him.
“Oh, I don’t know. We could have some wild, hot girl sex or something,” he shrugged casually, looking nonplussed as if he had just suggested that they do some laundry or maybe knit a sweater for the afternoon. “I have some dusky nipples that need teasing, and you have some perky breasts that need sucking. And who knows what else we can find to do,” he smirked again, reaching up to brush some stray bangs from Hayate’s eyes. They were the same eyes, of course, but with thicker lashes. Hayate really was a pretty girl.
A frisson of heat shot through Hayate, pooling low in his belly, different from the jolt of arousal of a man. This was slower, sinuous, curling there with a molten feel, making his body feel loose and heavy. Genma's weight on top of him was different, lighter, but still as arousing as ever, feeling his lover looming above him like that, pressing him down into the mattress. "Mmmm...w-we could definitely do that..."
The idea of being intimate while like this, it was kinky, forbidden, and far too tempting to resist. After all, Genma did have some dusky nipples in need of teasing, and who was he not to oblige? Reaching up, Hayate moved his thumbs lightly over the peaks of flesh, marveling as they tightened into hardened nubs, watching Genma's face intently for his reaction. It would be fun to relearn all the things they both enjoyed in these new bodies. After all, they had the whole day ahead of them.
Arching into Hayate’s touch, Genma tilted his head back, inhaling sharply at that familiar yet foreign feeling of those thumbs rolling his nipples. It felt strange, different, a heavier feeling on his chest, but still really good, and within moments, he was already panting. Genma pressed his palms into the bed next to Hayate’s shoulders, leaning down over him, his hair falling into his face. “That feels so good,” he murmured muzzily, lowering his lips to Hayate’s neck.
It was weird, and lacking an Adam’s Apple to lick, but still, the softness of the skin between them was intoxicating, and Genma licked and sucked everywhere he could, down his collarbone, until he scooted back so he could get better access to Hayate’s “much perkier” breasts. “Wonder how it feels when I do this?” he posed the innocent question, before lowering his head again to suck on one of Hayate’s nipples, soft at first and then harder, twirling his tongue around it teasingly. It was like licking velvet, and Genma almost thought he could get used to this. Almost.
"Nnnggghhh--God!" That preliminary lick did nothing to prepare Hayate for just how sensitive he could be there. The pull, the feel of hotwetgodmoreplease had him tangling his fingers in Genma's hair, pulling him even closer, arching up against that amazing mouth.
Fidgeting underneath Genma, Hayate tried to press up against him, wanting some friction, something to make the hollow ache he felt go away. Shifting again, his eyes widened as he realized that he was getting wet. It wasn't that he didn't know the mechanics of female arousal, he just hadn't really applied it to himself, and he choked on another low moan, lifting his hips to rub them against Genma's, whimpering softly in the back of his throat. "Genma..."
The response Genma was getting from Hayate was incredible, he had to admit, and all he was doing was sucking on his nipple. His other hand moved to mimic the movement of this mouth on his other breast. But then Hayate started whimpering his name in that high pitched girlie voice and oh god, it was hot, and Genma knew what he wanted.
Moving his thigh in between Hayate’s legs, he pushed himself up so that he was half hovering above the other, and started rubbing it back and forth, up and down, giving the other the friction he craved while getting to watch his facial expressions. His leg was slick already, and with a little smirk, Genma reached one hand down to the apex of Hayate’s thighs and pressed at that spot. He had been with women before, and he knew exactly what he was doing.
If he was whimpering before, Hayate was moaning very loudly now, nonsensical pleading words tripping from kiss-swollen lips, shifting with each grinding movement of Genma's thigh against him. It was driving him positively mad, this everlasting build-up, this tension with no release, just drawing tighter and tighter in on himself, seeking...something. Then he felt probing fingers against warm, moist flesh, and it snapped him somewhat back into himself, while driving him quite mad at the same time.
"You too...not just me...want to...please?" He looked up at Genma pleadingly, begging, though he wasn't entirely sure just what he was begging for. What did he do now, it wasn't like he had ever done anything like this before. He knew Genma had, but he wasn't going to think about what the other man had done before they were together. All that mattered now was the two of them.
Genma definitely wanted to feel what Hayate was obviously feeling right now, but he breathlessly shook his head at the other’s adorable panting pleas. Instead, he answered them with a gentle kiss to the lips while his leg continued to rock and his fingers worked delicately, as if he was playing an instrument, or finger painting. It was odd, having Hayate underneath him like he always did, but still having it be so different.
He didn’t want it to be about him right now. He wanted all the focus on Hayate, because he looked so beautiful, sprawled out across the bed, flushed cheeks and chest and glassy eyes and breathy little moans. “Just you,” he murmured softly, smiling through his own panting, increasing the pace of his movements to hurry Hayate along.
Choking on his protests, Hayate clung closer to Genma, breath hitching with each brush against his sensitive flesh, making him spiral ever closer to completion. This was so much different from the building of a man's orgasm. Each time he was sure he was at the breaking point, he just kept going. "Oh--oh--Genma...mmmm!!!"
It was then that, like a spring wound too tight, Hayate snapped. Tensing for a split-second, eyes that had been clenched shut a moment before snapped open, unseeing, as white light blinded him. Bucking against Genma once, twice, three times, and he then just clung to him, tiny tremors of pleasure still coursing through his body as he caught his breath. "Oh God. Wow. I...wow."
Grinning smugly, Genma moved out from between Hayate’s legs and plopped down next to him. “That was great,” he grinned, even though he hadn’t exactly been… attended to. Getting to watch Hayate experience that was almost better. Besides, it was really hot to watch and to get to actually do. It was like the best of both worlds, having sex with a beautiful woman who just so happened to really be the man he was in love with.
Or something like that.
Genma propped himself up on his elbow, looking down at the rather sated and very sweaty Hayate next to him. “You make hot girl noises,” he chuckled, brushing aside a few locks of damp, dark hair from Hayate’s forehead, before leaning in and kissing it softly.
Hayate was sorely tempted to say something to wipe that smug smirk off of Genma's face, but he was far too sated for that, instead curling against him, frowning when the curves of their new bodies stopped them from fitting together like they normally did. "Mmmph. I bet you would too, except you'd probably be too loud."
Shifting slightly, Hayate found his head on some very comfortable, very handy pillows, and he nuzzled them, grinning. This was one perk he could get used to, as Genma's shoulders weren't always the most comfortable things to lean his head on. "Hmm, I wonder if it could be possible to keep the breasts but get your penis back?"
“How about you keep the breasts, since they’re so much prettier than mine?” Genma chuckled and poked Hayate gently on the shoulder. Granted, it would be rather entertaining and kind of fun to keep the boobs for awhile, but he missed his penis and his well defined, manly pecs. Breasts on Hayate for awhile? Now that would be good.
“And hey. I wouldn’t be too loud. Your hot girlie noises were a major turn-on. I bet it’d be the same for you if I was doing them,” he grinned, running his fingers down Hayate’s sweaty, slim back lightly, enjoying that soft skin again. This was definitely an experience he would remember for some time.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you? You pervert," Hayate said, though his words carried little heat. He was far too comfortable just as he was, and it wasn't worth the effort to rouse himself just yet. He'd be quite glad to be rid of his girl parts, despite the fun he just had with them. He didn't like how he had to shift around to fit right against Genma, it was just odd. Plus, if all the other drawbacks of femininity came with this form, he definitely wanted no part of it.
"You so would be loud, because you're shameless like that. I bet you get off on people being able to hear us." Hayate shivered at the idea of just how much of a turn-on it would be to hear Genma moaning like he just was with his girlie voice. Though, he preferred his lover's deep, throaty groans any day of the week.
“You say pervert like it’s something new,” Genma smirked, thoroughly amused. He laughed out loud at Hayate’s next comment and tilted his head down at him, feeling the small tremor that passed through the other’s body. “Are you calling me an exhibitionist?” he grinned. “People should be so lucky to hear us having sex, male or female,” he laughed.
“What do you say we go for round two?” he sat up a bit, wiggling his eyebrows salaciously at Hayate and moving his hand down for a grope. Girl parts or not, Genma was still all man and proud of it. He would make a terrible woman, personality-wise. And thank god.
"Oh, I'm used to it, but I'm not used to you looking like this sweet and innocent girl at the same time," Hayate snorted and nodded. "Definitely. If you didn't think I'd shove my sword up your ass, you'd probably want to have sex right on the Hokage's desk, just to prove that we could."
Gasping loudly at the unexpected grope, Hayate looked at Genma through half-lowered lashes. "Hmm, round two, eh? Well, you haven't come yet, after all..." And fair was fair, right?
“Sex on the Hokage’s desk? That’s brilliant!” Genma laughed, completely amused. “Why didn’t I think of that?” he teased, tweaking Hayate’s nipple again and smirking.
“Oh, you noticed that, hmm?” he added with another cheeky half smile, wiggling his eyebrows at the other man. Er, woman. “Well then, I think we best take care of that then, eh? After all, it looks like we have a while. I say we keep on taking advantage of this situation,” he nodded, looking thoughtful and feigning sincerity for a moment, before smiling again and leaning in for another addicting kiss from Hayate.
It was going to be a really fun day.