lambs request

[therisingmoon.livejournal.com]

I want Lambs but one of them wakes up a girl.

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[hegemony.livejournal.com]

lamer than I thought it would be...hope you enjoy nonetheless
Lance went to bed the night after the Grammys with Justin around him in every sense of the word. His momma had always told him that once he’d found the one, Lovemaking wouldn’t have rules of etiquette the way it would when you were casually swinging from hole to hole.

However, what had happened became strange after that.

When he woke up, Justin was a woman. He wasn’t any less beautiful, mind you, but Lance had never actually thought of how he’d look with breasts, plumper lips, shaped eyebrows and a frizzy chin-bob.

Softly, as if not to wake Justin up, he peeled back the covers, pulled himself away from inside Justin’s body, and got up to open the curtains a little, shedding light onto his lover’s new form.

Almost on cue, Justin rolls over onto his back, the curve of his spine illuminated. The sheets and comforter almost magically pool around the small of his back, hiding his curvy bottom half.

Lance wants to come in closer, and get proof that Justin’s turned into a woman.

He slides back under sheets, pulling the covers up over the both of them. One of his hands pushes Justin’s hair back, kissing right under his ear, the square of his jaw, his neck. Justin gasps and writhes by the time Lance is down by his shoulder.

Lance’s fingers start at Justin’s lips, passing over them before sliding down under Justin’s chin, curving around a breast to weigh it, and skating over the curve of Justin’s hips.

It feels different, when Justin grabs Lance’s hand and places it inbetween his slim thighs, a pair of rough fingers over that ball of nerves Justin always used to love to manipulate Brit with.

“Yes,” Justin’s voice is hoarse with sleep, but it’s still light, higher than usual, strained with the mounting need.

Justin moves around in the bed until he’s facing Lance. His hand wraps around Lance’s hardness, and eases it inside, a shivery sigh coming from Justin’s lips.

This new body feels soft to the touch, still tight and taunt the way Justin’s old one was, but now, Lance can nuzzle and blow hollow words in Justin’s ear the way he knows all girls like. He can take Justin home to his mother, and kiss Justin chastely in front of his father. He can run his fingers in Justin’s hair while he sits in his lap and hold him close in front of the public.

Justin still makes the same sounds during sex. He still purses his lips and angles his head so he can watch every movement. He still places his fingers strategically to help Lance along. He still does everything the way he used to.

And he still cried out Lance’s name when he came, holding Lance deep inside him possessively.

Now, he just came with breasts (Lance later found a pair of nipple shields a la the infamous one Janet had been wearing), a smoother ass, a head filled with hair and a smaller frame. And now, Lance thought, he’d look really, really good in a dress.

Now, in the afterglow of something so wild as having slow burning morning sex with his boyfriend, whom just underwent a literally overnight sex-change, he falls asleep with Justin all around him again.

And now he knows, that Justin’s the one.