A multi-character line art head swap illustration made for Mako.
The girls from Monster Musume have all swapped heads, and they’ll all need to try their best to adjust to not only their new bodies, but also being different species!
This illustration was initially made in 2020. I will be releasing some of my older illustrations in between new ones every now and then.
Here’s a two-part line art commission piece I had so much fun with! Plumeria has swapped heads with an Eevee! It seems Eevee adapted faster to it than Plumeria has. As time went on, they both learned to adapt, and eventually, evolve together! Now, Plumeria and Sylveon have become a super cute pair!
Two ‘date nights’ drastically change pace as soon as the head swap collars activate and start swapping heads.This time though, the collars managed to send the bodies instead of sending the heads to new locations!
A young man named Donnie suddenly gains the interest of a formerly unimpressed girl he likes, while a dominatrix teaches her client a little thing about opening his mind (among other things).
This head swap was the winner of our first poll in February. Want to help by deciding the next one? Cast your vote in the next poll over on Patreon.
This was the first monthly illustration for 2022! This time, we’re featuring the world of One Piece!
We’re not sure what the the Straw Hats could’ve done to make Trafalgar Law angry, but it seems he’s leaving Luffy and Boa Hancock swapped like this as punishment, among other things.
The winner of one of April’s polls was a big group head swap! Total chaos ensues when all of the employees and customers at a cosplay café get head swapped!
Another early head swap commission of mine. This full color head swap illustrations was made for Mako.
A couple of friends were playing as characters from Darkstalkers in MvC2, and then suddenly swapped heads with them! One of them swapped with Morrigan Aensland, and the other with Felicia.
This illustration was initially made in January 2020.
This series of illustrations made for Mako features the very first commission I have ever done!
A guy suddenly swaps with one of his Pretty Cure figures, and he now has the body of Cure Berry (Aono Miki) from the neck down! He was freaked out at the start, but after exploring his new body, and going on a bit of a shopping spree, he seemed to like his new body. So much so that he eventually decided to “gift” some new bodies to his friends!
Part 1 was drawn in 2019, Part 2 in 2020, and Part 3 in 2021.
A lucky(?) groom gets himself a lap dance at his bachelor party, when suddenly he swaps heads with a stripper!
Guess it’s going to be even tougher to hide the fact that his buddies took him to a strip club to celebrate… At least the wedding will be, interesting.
This head swap was the winner of our second poll in March. Want to help by deciding the next one? Cast your vote in the next poll over on Patreon.
Hey all! Sorry it’s been a minute, but I’m finally back with something new! Little different, so I hope you all enjoy it. Also, yesterday was the 1 year anniversary of my first original story! The link to it is here if any of you want to check it out.
Elias couldn’t even believe he’d agreed to come to this damn party. It had been his younger brother Adrian that had wanted to go, he was basically just along for the ride. He owed his little brother one for covering for him when he forgot to buy a mother’s day gift, so if that meant going with him to some crazy sounding ‘body roulette’ party so he didn’t have to go alone, then so be it. In truth, it wasn’t so bad. Sure, he didn’t know what the body roulette aspect actually meant, but it was free booze, good music, and hot girls; the perfect night out.
He’d been there for around half an hour, drinking and flirting, when a girl dressed in red approached him, a curious smile on her face. “Guy like you at a party like this? What kind of person would you possibly want to swap with?” She shouted, a slight strain in her voice as she struggled to be heard clearly over the music.
Elias frowned. His brother had tried to explain it to him on the way over, but Elias hadn’t really been listening if he was honest with himself. “What’d you mean swap?” He stepped closer and leaned in to speak into her ear, voice raised so she could hear him.
Elias may as well have just asked what planet they were on, because she looked at him like he was crazy. “Come on, you really don’t know what this party is?” Elias shook his head no. It was easier than speaking. “It’s a body roulette party. People come to these to get their heads detached and randomly put onto another body of someone at the party for the evening. You’ve really never heard of these?” Another shake of the head. “Look, in 15 minutes or so, the music will shut off and we’ll all gather in the main room. Be there if you want to experience something wild.”
Elias agonised over the decision for the next 15 minutes. He should really turn and run, get the fuck away from this damn place. But he couldn’t abandon his brother, whose very idea this party had been. Adrian obviously already knew everyone was supposed to be about to get their heads taken off, wanted it even, so Elias was stuck here. Or, that’s how he explained away his desire to stay to himself at least.
True to what he’d been told, almost exactly a quarter of an hour later, someone shut the music off and the lights calmed down, the house feeling a little more ordinary than it had a moment ago. People started to leave the room he had been lurking in, and with his curiosity piqued and nothing better to do, Elias followed.
***
The main room of the house was packed, almost wall to wall, as people naturally formed themselves into rows with space to walk in between. Clearly, most people here had been before and knew how this shit worked, so Elias just followed the average-looking guy in front of him and got into line. He tried to use his increased height to spot his brother, but with the amount of people in the room, he had little hope of spotting Adrian’s blonde hair.
Several boring minutes later, a pair of decently built and similar looking guys appeared on the balcony above the crowd. The only major difference in their appearance was their hair colour. The guy on the left was ginger, whilst the guy on the right had brown hair. Besides that, there were only very tiny differences; the width of their shoulders, an inch or two in their height. The ginger held one hand out and motioned for the room to quieten down. Things were about to start. “Welcome everyone! Nice to see so many new faces here amongst the familiar ones, though that will all change soon!” He said with a laugh once the noise had dropped enough to be heard. Elias could only assume that was some ‘in’ joke he didn’t get yet as most of the crowd laughed around him, though he soon would.
“I’m glad so many of you could make it to our monthly body roulette, but for those fresh faces, how about a quick demonstration?” the brunette said as the ginger rubbed something onto his neck.
The crowd cheered, and Elias could only watch as the two men smeared a strange black substance around each of their necks from a large jar in front of them. Once done, each of them slowly tilted his head from side to side, then pulled upwards in one sudden move. Elias’ eyes went wide when their heads detached from where the black substance had been, somehow leaving the same thing covering the inside of their neck where there should be blood and bone. No one else around him seemed to flinch, watching the two men intently as they moved on to the next stage.
The headless bodies had brought down the now detached heads and held them in front of their chests whilst Elias wasn’t looking, and were now in the middle of passing them between each other like nothing was wrong. It was as casual as if they were passing a basketball, not their own damn heads. Was no one else seeing this?
It only got weirder as they lifted their now exchanged heads up and sat them squarely on the once empty necks. There was almost a ripple that passed through the strange black stuff. The whole thing seemed to harden and crack from the goo it had been, flaking off and falling to the floor like it had never been there. Both guys grinned down at the crowd and tilted their heads from side to side, properly attached and everything.
It was again the ginger who spoke first, now stood on the right of the pair. “Obviously, with you all there will be adjustments to your heads to match your bodies; we’ve just swapped so many times we don’t know which body is our original anymore!”
“Most of you all know how this works, but for the newbies, we’ll run over it as usual. All of you will get your heads detached for five minutes so you lose control of your original body. When that happens, you’ll feel yourself a sort of blank nothingness. Don’t worry, that’s supposed to happen. Whilst you’re all out, we will place your head onto a body picked at random, then given another five minutes for your head to adjust to the new body. You’ll ‘wake up’ once that time passes.” The brunette, now on the left, continued. “Make sure you’re back here before midnight. As usual, we’ve timed this so you’ll be able to spend until then on your new bodies without getting stuck.”
“Obviously, for the veterans of the room this time will be shorter, so it’s the usual deal. Keep an eye on the newbies, you’ll know who they are. Make sure they don’t freak out too much when they ‘wake up’ and all that, you know the drill by now.” About half the people in the room nodded as the ginger finished speaking. Those that Elias could only assume were the more experienced ‘veterans’ of the group.
It was just now dawning on Elias how real this was. Not some stupid joke he hadn’t quite believed. Real. And that was about to happen to him; he was about to get his head swapped onto another body for the night, and it was far too late to back out now.
***
It was a strange feeling, the black goo-like stuff being smeared around his neck. The now swapped pair that had given the speech had come down and started working their way through the rows, letting those that knew what they were doing take some of the slimy stuff to apply themselves whilst themselves helping those that didn’t. Having another man’s hands on his neck was the least of Elias’ concerns, he was more worried about the alien sensation growing as his neck was covered. It was like he couldn’t work out where his head ended and his body began; he knew his neck was there obviously, but it was as if he couldn’t feel it despite being able to feel everything on both sides.
He almost breathed a sigh of relief when the hands from around his neck were removed, before the same hands on the sides of his head reminded him what was next. The last thing he saw as the ginger guy pulled upwards was a room full of bodies with no heads. Which of those bodies would he be stuck on for the rest of the night he wondered?
Everything went black.
It wasn’t a sensation Elias could really describe. It wasn’t like closing your eyes or walking into a dark room, it was closer to that ‘nothingness’ you don’t really feel when you’re asleep. Only he was very much awake. Feeling his head as they moved it around the room and placed it down was strange too, like his whole body was being effortlessly carried, only he didn’t have a body to be carried, just a head.
He wasn’t sure how long it had been when he was moved again. His sense of time was totally disrupted at the moment. He only knew that this meant he was getting a body again, and whilst he was apprehensive as to what he would get, anything would be better than this. There was a pressure under where he assumed his neck was all of a sudden, and he could already feel something had started to shift. It was happening. When he opened his eyes, he would officially be a part of all this insanity. He would be on a totally different body.
***
It was a relief when he slowly blinked his eyes open; like walking out of a dark room into the bright sun. His eyes weren’t quite adjusted yet. But from what he could see there was a muscular man with a well-kept beard with a hand resting on Elias’ shoulder looking at him. “Hey Elias, back with us?” The guy said as the world shifted back into focus.
“Y-Yeah, I think so.” He replied, then frowned. Was that his voice? That wasn’t right, softer and slightly higher pitched than it should’ve been. Then he remembered where he was.
“Good!” the stranger, who admittedly looked slightly familiar, said without missing a beat. “I bet you want to see the new you for the night, don’t you?”
Elias could only nod as he was guided towards another room, no doubt to a mirror of some kind so he could see himself. As he walked though, he realised that something was off. Was it just him, or did everything seem bigger than it had before? Like the familiar stranger next to him; from what Elias could see, the guy was built, but he was no bigger than Elias should be. It was only when he reached the mirror that he got a good look at what exactly the problem was.
“There’s no fucking way that’s me! You can’t be god damn serious, a twink?! I’m some tiny little twink for the evening?” he shouted at no one in particular. The hosts were right, he still looked enough like himself that people might recognise him as Elias, but this was nothing like the hunky version body he’d spent forever building. He was small all over, smooth skin with almost no body hair, barely a trace of muscle, and his ass looked huge and felt so fucking empty for some reason—“Oh you’ve got to be kidding, this body is gay isn’t it?? How the fuck does that work? Am I gay now? Is this going to mess me up when I go back to my normal body?”
The guy shrugged. “It’s kinda messy. The more you do it, the better grip you have on yourself, but for a first time swap like you? Yeah, if the original owner was gay, chances are you are for the night too.”
Elias put his head in his hands. This was so far from what he had expected of the night. What a fucking disaster this hard turned out to be. He was hoping to hook up with someone hot and get a good night of sex, but the only way that would happen tonight was with a guy. And as much as he could feel the craving for cock inside him, there was no way he’d give in. Not a chance. Nope.
Elias barely flinched when he felt a large hand on his back, rubbing slow circles in an attempt to soothe him. He hated how much it was working. “Look, it’s not so bad. This is why you came, right? For a totally new experience for the night, whatever that might be.” Elias looked up to see the guy sat next to him, muscular arm outstretched to where the hand was still on his back. “And hey, at least you didn’t end up as a girl! That would’ve been even worse for you, I imagine.” He said with a slight laugh.
He let out an empty sound in reply, halfway between a resigned huff and an unamused laugh. “That’s the joke. I only came for my younger brother’s sake. He didn’t want to go alone and I owed him one, now here I am.” Elias sighed as he glanced back down at his smaller body. It was a strange sight, not one he wanted to get used to, but he couldn’t deny the stranger was right. “Yeah, I suppose so. Least I still have a cock, even if it is smaller.”
“What would be so bad about enjoy being a gay twink for the evening?” The muscled hunk, whose name Elias really needed to ask, questioned.
Elias couldn’t do that. He might be stuck like this for the evening, but he had already decided there was no way he would give in to the desires he could feel clawing at him. “Because I’m straight!” He shouted back, louder than was necessary. “Don’t get me wrong, I don’t have anything against gay guys; but that’s not me.”
The shrug and playful smirk he received in response only angered Elias even more.
“For tonight it is.”
Elias forced himself to say nothing. It wasn’t this guy’s fault this had happened, and as irritated as he was, if he took it out on this guy, he would only feel bad. Several tense moments of silence passed between them with neither saying a word, only broken when the muscular stranger stood up.
“Look, I’m going to head back out there. You’re welcome to join me, but I get the feeling you want to sit and keep wallowing for a bit?” The other man said, the playful smirk from moments earlier returning. “If you change your mind and want to have a good time instead of sulking, come find me.” He waved a hand over his shoulder as he turned and headed for the door, two fingers tapped against the side of his head in a casual mock salute as a goodbye.
Elias watched him leave, eyes unwittingly roaming over the man’s impressive back. Even under the t-shirt he was wearing Elias could see the muscles of his back move as he strode away, the new desires that swirled in his head loved the way the fabric stretched tight and subtly shifted with the swagger of the friendly strangers’ shoulders. Eyes continued down the vast expanse of the guys’ back and only halted their journey when they reached the two muscular globes that were pressed out against dark jeans. Whoever’s body this was originally clearly put in a lot of work. Every inch was perfectly formed. Elias could tell himself he was just admiring the dedication put into the body, but in the back of his mind he knew as his eyes travelled over the guy’s arms what the real reason was. But it was there, just above his left elbow that Elias spotted something that made his eyes go wide.
It was a small tattoo, a few words he couldn’t quite make out clearly. But Elias knew what they said. The placement and the slope of the lines were distinct enough to be recognisable. He saw it in the mirror almost every day when he took gym selfies, after all. He’d just been chatting with the guy who had his body, admiring his own muscle like it was a buffet and he hadn’t eaten in a week. That would explain why the body was so well built and the guy looked familiar, but all the denial in the world couldn’t stop the embarrassment that washed over him at that moment. Tonight was going to suck.
***
Elias eventually dragged himself out of the room and back to the party, but only so he could get a drink and sit in a dark corner to watch the crowd. He spent a good hour there at least, not even bothered to refill his drink after the first was done with. Despite his best effort, Elias hadn’t been able to fully stop the gay desires building in him either. His eyes had kept catching on various men that walked past, Elias unable to pull his eyes away from the men’s pecs or arms or asses as they passed through his line of sight. The only ones that dared approach were met with a scowl that sent them running in the opposite direction. Seemed like no one was going to mess with an angry twink, even if he hated that’s what he was right now. It took a while, but his anger at the situation slowly ebbed away as he sat there, alone. Everyone else around him was enjoying themselves, and clearly no amount of anger was going to make the gay go away.
The whole situation sucked, but he had started to question whether being sat around doing nothing until midnight was worth it. There was fuck all he could do to change things. An hour of sulking and running over every idea in his head confirmed that. He couldn’t leave, and asking them to swap back now because he didn’t like the body would just make him look like a massive homophobic asshole. So his only two options were to wait it out and sulk, or say fuck it and join the party. He had spent the last hour on the first one and he was bored out of his mind. Maybe, if he was careful, he could at least go talk to some people?
He stood up, and like fate playing a cruel trick, there was the guy from earlier that had his body. A lull in the crowd gave Elias a perfect view of him, and what a view it was. His resistance was momentarily shattered as he watched the guy dance; pecs bounced in his tight t-shirt as he moved, biceps and triceps flexed brilliantly as his arms pulsed back and forth with the music. But it wasn’t just Elias’ body that made him look good, it was his whole attitude as he laughed and danced and enjoyed himself. Elias found it intoxicating, and he wasn’t even standing close. He looked like he belonged there, like he’d never had any other body.
And just when Elias thought he might be able to slip away and avoid any more awkward encounters, their eyes locked. It rooted him to the spot, unable to look or move away as the hunk who wore his body grinned at him. It only got worse seconds later when the guy nodded his head to beckon Elias over, a wink and a quick bounce of his pecs added moments later when Elias didn’t budge.
He didn’t even realise he’d done it when he found he’d taken a step forwards. Then another. Then several more, until he was standing directly in front of the man that had called him over.
“Look, about earlier…” Elias started after a brief moment of silence between the two.
He cut Elias off with a dismissive wave of his hand. “Don’t worry about it, seriously. You were freaked out, new body and all that. Little more used to it now, I hope?”
Elias opened his mouth to reply, only to close it again moments later. That was a question he didn’t know how to answer. Was he more used to it now? Not particularly, but at the same time it didn’t feel as viscerally wrong as it did an hour ago.
“Don’t think too hard about it, you’ll hurt that pretty head of yours.” Another wink sent a shiver down Elias’ spine; he really did need to get a damn hold on this new sexuality. It only got worse when the guy held a hand out to him, a questioning eyebrow raised. “Want to dance?”
He instinctively reached out to take the offered hand, but stopped himself once he realised what he was doing. As his hand hovered there, he realised how much he wanted to dance. It would be so easy to close their hands together and let himself get whisked off into the crowd, but there was still a hesitation that gnawed away at him. It was the same one he’d spent an hour brooding over, the same one that had only left him bored and frustrated.
He shook his head slightly in an effort to dispel the monologue of worry from his mind; as long as he watched himself, he’d be okay. Without a second thought, he took the hand and gave the guy a friendly half smile, the best he could muster with how shot his emotions were. He received a grin of brilliant white teeth in return, and with one tug of their now joined hands, Elias was off into the mass of people.
It was like the entire room fell away around them as they danced together to the music; laughs erupted from both as they constantly tried to one up each other with the stupidest dance moves they could think of. He told himself that it was just for a few minutes, he’d watch himself and he’d be fine. But as he danced away with the larger man, he couldn’t help but get lost in the almost electric energy that passed between them without a word. They moved together, perfectly in sync as if they’d done this for years; so it came as no surprise when they slowly drew together over the course of a couple of songs.
Their bodies were flush together, large hands settled on Elias’ hips and pulled him in. He should care, he should shove the guy away and run for it, but damn if that desire to just enjoy these new strange feelings wasn’t strong as hell.
Elias couldn’t pinpoint when exactly it happened, but at some point after the hunk had pulled close his smaller body, he found a pair of lips against his own, a beard that should have been on his face scratched deliciously against his skin. The part of his brain that still held onto his identity as a straight man was almost screaming at him as their lips moved together, but the rest of him just melted into it. Strong arms around his waist held his smaller body close, and whilst that felt different, it was a difference he didn’t hate. One he was finding he rather liked, even if he knew it was the body that made him like it. He felt safe, protected amongst the vast crowd of people by the stunningly attractive man he was kissing.
“Want to go somewhere a little more private?” the hunk whispered into the kiss.
Elias’ body went rigid.
“Hey, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want, we can just sit and chat if you’d rather.” He said, voice low and reassuring. “Take a break from all this, just you and me, yeah?”
Elias pulled back slightly and looked up, eyes locked with those of the man that was towering over him. The man that he couldn’t deny he enjoyed the company of as they danced and kissed, as scared as that might make him feel. He wasn’t an idiot, he knew what ‘going somewhere more private’ meant, he’d used that line plenty himself. But if he really wasn’t going to be pushed into anything, was it such a bad idea?
“Okay.” He nodded after a moment. “Let’s go.”
***
Elias felt like he was a bomb about to go off as he closed the door to one of the upstairs bedrooms. It had been one thing when he said yes, but actually being here was totally different. It wasn’t the same as when they’d first been alone either, though; they hadn’t had that palpable tension between them, a spark that hadn’t been there before.
“Just you and me now.” Elias heard from behind him. He glanced over his shoulder into the room, the man with his body had sat on the bed and was patting the spot beside him. “Join me?”
Elias was nervous, but nodded and sat down anyway. He knew what his body wanted, and the musky smell of sweat that wafted into his nose as he took a seat only made him want it more. His eyes landed on plump lips surrounded by a well-groomed beard and his thoughts got lost in them. He knew what those lips tasted like, he knew the scratch of that beard against his skin. If his desires really were a bomb, that bomb was seconds away from exploding.
All it took was the tilt of the stud’s head, the questioning quirk of an eyebrow as he leaned in and Elias knew he was fucked. Literally. He’d tried so damn hard to resist the pull, but that seemed to have the opposite effect. All he could think about as the distance closed was this guy’s cock in his ass, and damn if that thought didn’t terrify and excite him all at once.
It was like a set of floodgates burst open as their bodies finally met again, a flurry of movement and activity. Kisses lead to moans at lips on Elias’ neck, clothes pulled from his body with such speed and strength Elias would have been worried it had ripped if he wasn’t otherwise distracted. As far as he cared, the fewer clothes he had on, the more of the rough beard he’d get to feel against his skin, and he couldn’t deny he wanted more of that.
Elias didn’t know how much time had passed when he found himself lying face down in the middle of the bed, or what had happened to the last of their clothes. It was like a fog of lust had descended over his brain, one he couldn’t shake loose no matter how hard he tried. The weight of a muscular body pressed down hard on top of him and there was the distinct feeling of a cock pressed between his ass cheeks; he was trapped, and it felt great.
“This is going to feel a little strange, but trust me, okay?” that same sexy voice said a few minutes later as fingers danced towards Elias’ hole. The pop of a cap and a slight squirting sound was the only thing that clued Elias in to what was about to happen, just when lube had been fetched Elias couldn’t work out.
Cold and slimy was the first thing he felt as lubed fingers brushed over his hole and gave a gentle push. Elias buried his face into a nearby pillow and gripped the sheets; maybe he had no idea what he was meant to be doing, but his body did. He relaxed his ass as much as he could and tried not to clench as the alien feeling of a finger pushed in, even pushing his ass back against the intrusion as a desperate whine spilled from his lips. He needed to be filled, and one finger wasn’t going to cut it. It wasn’t long before a second, then a third finger was added, his ass getting well lubed and stretched, ready for what was about to happen.
Elias heard the all too familiar sound of a condom wrapper and more lube as quick work was made of the cock about to fuck him. He silently thanked himself for remembering to shove a condom into his jeans before he left as he usually did with parties, he just never imagined he would be the one getting fucked by it.
“By the way,” the man above him whispered into his ear, “I never told you my name. It’s Adrian.”
Elias froze.
“A-Adrian?! As in… my Adrian?” He said after a moment, still very aware of the hard cock that was poking at his hole.
Adrian grinned. “Yeah big bro, your Adrian. Though I guess little bro is probably more appropriate now, huh?”
Elias could barely process what was happening. Adrian, his little brother Adrian, was the guy who’d ended up with his body? The guy he’d been dancing with, kissing, and whose cock he was about to slide down onto. It was all too overwhelming. He was already a little lost in that haze of lust, and this just shook him up even more. He shouldn’t do this, he really shouldn’t, but the head of Adrian’s cock had slid into him and he had this hunger for it, this need inside him to get fucked and—“Ooohhhhhh!!” He moaned as Adrian’s cock pushed deeper.
Adrian chuckled. “Thought that might shut up your worrying. What have I been trying to tell you all night? Just enjoy it bro, I’ll take care of you.”
That was all the permission Elias needed. Too desperate, too horny with the last couple inches of Adrian’s, his, cock sliding into him. It was like lightning shot through his body when Adrian finally bottomed out, his prostate on fire with sudden pleasure. It was too good for him to have any hope of holding on to his sexuality; he was gay as all hell right now.
Adrian seemed to know exactly what he was doing. He knew how to move, how to thrust his hips just right to drive his cock into Elias’ prostate over and over, how to make Elias whine and whimper like some horny little gay slut. Although with each thrust, Elias had begun to believe more and more that was who he was. Muscular arms around his waist and large hands on his ass held him close whilst lips kissed at his face, his neck, anywhere they could reach. He felt safe and special and so fucking turned on, and it was all at the hands of his little brother.
It took all Elias had to hold out and not cum in seconds, but that restraint was fading with each brutal thrust down into Elias’ ass. He was going to cum, and he hadn’t even touched himself.
As if he could sense his brother’s orgasm as it approached, Adrian leaned down so his mouth barely grazed the shell of Elias’ ear. “I know you’re close, and without even touching yourself. Cum with me little bro, you know you want to.”
It took moments for Elias to explode. His ass squeezed tight around Adrian’s length as his first hands-free orgasm rocketed through his body and cum spurted out of his cock onto the bed below. It was like fireworks went off in his head, it was so good, so right this feeling as he submitted to his brother. Speaking of his brother, it was only seconds later he heard a groan from above him and the cock in his ass throbbed with Adrian’s own eruption of cum. He resented the condom a little as the cock pulsed in his ass. He knew his body was clean, so maybe he’d get another chance to get fucked raw and feel his ass getting filled with cum.
Both men panted for breath as they came down from their blissful high. Adrian was careful to fall to one side so he didn’t crush his now smaller brother under his bulky frame. “You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” Elias said as he rolled against Adrian’s chest.
“Done what?”
“Fucked someone in a body like that.”
Adrian blushed a little, but didn’t look away. “Yeah, I think the guys like seeing me on bodies like this, every one of these I come to I end up as some jacked stud. Not that I’m complaining or anything!”
“I should’ve fucking guessed it was you.” Elias said with a huff.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah!” Elias’ eyes lit up with a mixture of amusement and annoyance. “That stupid salute you do should’ve given it away instantly. Your dancing too, though I guess it does look better on my body…”
Adrian shrugged. “The one time I really dance is at these things, guess I just got so used to dancing with a muscular body I didn’t even think about it.” The soft muscle of Adrian’s chest squished under his hand as he glanced down and played with his pecs a little, Elias’ blushing furiously at the sight.
A couple minutes of silence passed between the two brothers as they lay curled together, neither particularly wanting to disturb the moment and begin the awkward conversation that needed to happen. In the end, it was Adrian’s phone beeping that broke the comfortable silence, the alarm he’d set for just before midnight shocking them both back to reality.
“Look,” Adrian said a couple of minutes later as he twisted himself to face Elias, a single finger raised. “We can do two things. One, we can get dressed and go downstairs, swap back and forget this ever happened.” He’d raised a second finger, this one with a slight smirk. “Or we can stay like this. Fuck long into the morning, and you can stay my gay twink little brother.
It scared Elias how quickly he knew which of the two options he wanted to pick, but there was no denying it now. He blushed hard, eyes darted away from his brothers. “I’ve never felt anything like this, so small and cute and wanted. I-I like it, you dominating me like that.”
“So?”
Elias sighed and looked back at Adrian. “So, let’s stay.” He said in a shaky breath.
Adrian’s eyebrows shot up. “Really?”
Elias nodded. What the fuck had he just agreed to?
Wow you don’t see many tfs like this! How creative!
