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Sometimes Linhardt just needs a break from his typical research and schoolwork. His mind wanders as he explores the many titles in the library, and eventually he picks up a book or other that catches his attention.

Today? Something about body altering magic.

Curious, he picks the book up and scans through the chapters. This is... intriguing, to say the least. Complicated, but with some practice he could probably make it work. So back to his room that book goes.

It's a couple weeks later that Linhardt is able to succeed with his desired spell.

The next step? Surprise Sylvain with the results.

He lets himself into his lover's room, closing the door carefully behind himself. After that, he strips out of the majority of his clothing, leaving only his long shirt on when he's finished. This definitely feels weird, there's no denying it. The breasts are small and mostly unobtrusive, but swapping his dick for a cunt? Well, he definitely needs to do some investigating.

And who better to help out than Sylvain?

While he waits for the redhead to return to his dorm, Linhardt flops down on the bed, lying on his belly. The shirt is long enough to cover his ass, but not by much. Lying how he is, it may not be immediately obvious what's happened. Not until he speaks with a higher pitched voice, shows more of his face, or turns over...

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Sylvain doesn't really suspect anything. He can tell from Linhardt's habits that something new has caught his focus, but that's nothing very strange at all. It's a pretty normal part of the cycle of life here at the monastery, and Linhardt skipping class isn't exactly strange either.

He is starting to feel a bit lonely, though, with how much extra reading the mage has been doing, but it hasn't hit a point where he feels it necessary to complain about it.

When he returns to his room in the afternoon before dinner, though, he doesn't expect company. It isn't the first time Lin's let himself in, but still Sylvain is taken by surprise when he opens the door and sees his bed full.

"Oh, hello. Is this where you've been hiding out all day...?" He notices the state of undress, the shirt that barely covers Linhardt's dignity, and lets himself enjoy the view. Someone seems to be requesting a certain kind of attention, hm?

"Not all day," he replies, wondering if Sylvain will immediately notice the difference in his voice, or if it'll take a little more than that.

Linhardt doesn't intend to keep him waiting for long.

He rolls onto his back and then pushes himself into a sitting position at the edge of the bed. With his new intimate parts covered up by the shirt, the other differences are subtle enough that he decides to get right to explaining before Sylvain can say anything else.

"I've been researching body altering spells recently. I... really wanted to see if I could manage to make this one work." There's a dusting of red across his cheeks, feeling a bit embarrassed now that he's actually going through with this confrontation.

"And now my body is completely female. At least for a little while."

Linhardt doesn't have a particularly deep voice, but it still is decidedly male. Or rather, it was, until Sylvain heard it just now. He digs at his ear a little with a finger, wondering if something is wrong with him, when Lin moves, and in so doing, reveals a host of other noticeable, if subtle, changes. The way his shirt drapes totally differently, a cinching in at the waist that was never there before, and a narrowness to the shoulders.

"No kidding." Sylvain is a bit in awe. "I didn't even know that was possible." He's stepping forward, lightly resting his hands on those now-feminine hips.

"And so you turned yourself into a woman, and came to wait in my room for me because...?" The smirk on his face gives him away, but he wants to hear Linhardt say it.

Just the feel of those familiar hands on his altered hips makes him want to shiver. Before perfecting the spell, Linhardt had fantasized many times about what it would be like to have sex with Sylvain in this body.

He didn't expect any objections, and judging by the response he's getting, he won't have to worry about any moving forward.

"It was a difficult spell, and I don't know if I'll be able to manage it again. So I want to take full advantage of the results now."

Reaching one of his own hands out, he runs it down the front of Sylvain's uniform top.

"I want to have sex with you like this. You don't have to worry about anything, ah, unfortunate happening afterward. There's no chance of pregnancy with this spell."

It's definitely a different experience. Sylvain likes to think he's familiar enough with Linhardt's body by now to recognize him blindfolded, but touching him now is like touching a stranger.

Except it isn't, because the voice is still Linhardt in cadence and tone, even if it's higher in pitch, and the scent of him is still familiar. It's definitely strange, but in a way that piques curiosity.

Clearly they both have that in common. Sylvain laughs, and his eyes crinkle with a smile, hands sliding up Linhardt's sides, feeling the new curve of that body, and pulling the shirt up a little.

"I had a feeling that was what you had in mind." He's decidedly not complaining. "Oh good, so I can make you just as messy as I want to and not worry about it at all." That smile on his face grows decidedly mischievous.

He bites his lower lip when those hands slide upward, his shirt hiking up almost enough to show off more than just his thighs.

"Yes, that's right. We can do whatever you like."

In fact, he's depending on Sylvain to show him what they should do. After all, he has plenty of experience with this, doesn't he?

"I want you to show me what works best." His other hand joins the first until both are on Sylvain's shoulders, rubbing them softly. Linhardt can already feel his body warming up a bit, anticipation from both Sylvain's touch and words.

Almost enough, but not quite. Sylvain wants to build a little suspense on that front. Reveal Linhardt's new body slowly. Not too slowly that they run out of time, mind, but leaving a little to the imagination for a moment.

"I trust you'll tell me if you have inspiration, or don't want me to stop something." He smiles, hands grazing up over breasts, resting there to hold them, warm and gentle.

He closes his eyes and hums, leaning in to kiss Linhardt's jaw, back to his ear.

"I have a few ideas," he murmurs. His hands travel up to the collar of that shirt to start opening the buttons.

"Yes, of course." He mumbled, a bit too distracted by the hands moving over his chest, Sylvain's palms pressed against the new pair of breasts, sending a new jolt of desire through his body.

It's amazing what light touches can do... or, at least, what Sylvain's light touches can do. He has such a natural feeling seductive air about him, something Linhardt noticed from their first time together, that helps makes each sensation all the more powerful. In this altered body, Linhardt almost feels like he's experiencing all of that again for the first time.

His hands drop back down to the mattress beside him so that they won't get in the way of the redhead's hands while he starts unbuttoning his shirt.

"So do I. Nothing you haven't already thought of though, I'm sure."

The airy, distracted tone in Linhardt's voice provokes a warm satisfaction. It's not as if he was worried he wouldn't get good reactions, but it's still nice to see them.

He gets the buttons open most of the way down, and pushes the fabric aside with a little sigh, grazing his knuckles over the even softer skin there, down over the top curve of a breast until they lightly touch the nipple. How sensitive is this new body, he wonders?

"Such faith in me," he grins.

"Shouldn't I have faith in you?"

He smiles, watching Sylvain's hands as they open most of the shirt and then open the top part enough to reveal the first new additions to his body.

Waiting with almost baited breath, the brush of knuckles over his nipple may seem like nothing, but it still makes that warm feeling inside of him grow.

Linhardt wants much more than that. But he'll be patient while Sylvain is busy exploring the new territory. He hasn't had time to fantasize about this like Linhardt has, after all.

"Can't I be delighted by it?" He's not exactly used to that much trust, after all. His smile holds as he presses in closer to nuzzle his face into Linhardt's neck, mouthing an open kiss there, then down, to his collarbone.

His hand returns to that breast, fingertips brushing up the underside, lightly pinching. The other breast gets cradled in a calloused but gentle palm.

"You still taste the same," he mutters against skin, redoubling the attention with his hands, searching for reactions.

"I suppose so," he replies, tilting his head with a smile while Sylvain kisses at his neck, a soft hum of pleasure escaping his lips.

And then he begins paying his breasts more attention, and Linhardt almost wants to melt against those hands. His nipples grow hard beneath his fingers, and he can feel a wetness growing between his thighs.

One hand moves back up to the redhead, digging into his hair as he encourages him to keep his mouth close to his body.

"Keep tasting," he breathes, hoping Sylvain intends to continue exploring further downward with his lips.

"Mmmm~" Which is better, the hand in his hair or the way Linhardt tells him what to do? They work together to send electricity across his skin. He soaks up all those reactions, humming happily against Linhardt's skin, kissing across his collarbone and dipping his tongue into the litte hollow at the center. His fingers give a final tease and float down to finish opening Linhardt's shirt.

He shrugs off his own jacket, letting it fall to the floor. He's too warm already, and it's only going to get worse.

His hands find Linhard again, smoothing over his belly, softer now than it was before, and down the sides of his hips. He moans a little, a stirring gathering in him just from giving this touch.

His hands travel down and around, back up Linhardt's thighs to hold his butt, and with very little warning uses that as leverage to scoop him right up.

He feels the soft material of the shirt brush against his thighs when Sylvain finishes opening the last button. A little shiver runs down his spine as the redhead kisses lower, followed by a soft sound of disapproval when he pulls away.

But it's for a good cause. Less clothes are always a plus when he and Sylvain are alone.

Linhardt welcomes the renewed touch when the jacket is out of the way, then lets out a gasp when those hands grab onto his behind and lift him up against that lovely body. He wraps his arms around Sylvain's neck and his thighs around his waist. Just that little extra friction makes him moan softly before he presses his lips against his lover's throat.

Sylvain chuckles happily, pleased with himself for hoisting his lover up, and for the happy way he responds. Those lips at his throat feel softer than before, or maybe he's full of shit. Either way, it draws pleasured sounds from Sylvain. Linhardt is rewarded with a playful little squeeze, and Sylvain does his best to kiss at the now face-level chest, though he's impeded by being kissed himself.

He laughs about it, playfully trying to nudge Linhardt away with his forehead so that he can focus on pleasing him.

Eventually he gives up, especially since it's hard to hold Lin and laugh at once. Down onto the bed Lin goes, and Sylvain kneels on the floor. Stupid tiny beds, not enough room for them both with what Sylvain has planned. His hands slide up over the top of Lin's thighs, still wrapped around them, and he hooks one up over his shoulder, staring up at Linhardt through his eyelashes.

As if he could be coy, still.

Linhardt tries to move away, but he isn't sure in which direction. They both end up laughing as Sylvain lowers him back onto the bed, though pretty soon he's far more focused on staring down at his lover's face, a sense of nervous energy filling him when Sylvain hooks one of his thighs over his shoulder.

Then the redhead looks at him like that, and he doesn't know why, but he squirms a little in place.

Is he supposed to grab onto anything? That hair, perhaps? Well, until he decides, he'll just rest his hands on the mattress. Truly, Linhardt has no idea what to expect in terms of how this will feel.

It's cute how suddenly the famously sleepy Linhardt can't hold still. He smiles, kisses gently along Linhardt's inner thigh- softer than he remembers it. He hums against the skin there, nuzzling a bit, hoping to ease Linhardt into this a little, so as not to startle.

He's more than welcome to grab onto Sylvain's hair if he feels like it, it wouldn't be the first time he's been tugged at, and he doesn't dislike it. He smirks as he presses a closed-mouth kiss to curly green hair. Then he adjusts just a little more, pushing his lover's legs a little wider, and he slides his tongue slowly up over outer folds, then in deeper and back. He hums low in his chest, eyes sliding closed.

Even with the way Sylvain makes his want slowly downward, nothing could really prepare Linhardt for the feeling of his hot, wet tongue running through the folds of his brand new cunt.

His hips twitch forward, seemingly automatically, pressing against Sylvain's mouth while he cries out with the shock of feeling such an intense pleasure all at once. It feels like all of his most sensitive nerves are bared at the same time over a larger surface area.

And this is Sylvain just getting started.

The plan was to try to take it slow, give Linhardt some time to adjust to the new sensations and the new sensitivity. It seems that could only get them so far. Not that Sylvain is at all upset about the way those hips buck into his mouth.

A low, thick sound rumbles in his chest. "You can grab onto me if you need to," he whispers, breath puffing hot against Linhardt. He sounds reassuring, he hopes, but also a bit cocky.

He gives Linhardt just a moment, but then he's back at it, jaw slack and mouth open wide so that even while his tongue is back to teasing folds, his breath is hot against the yet-untouched clit.

He doesn't need to be told twice.

Linhardt digs both hands deep into Sylvain's hair, grip nice and firm, helping him get a hold of himself in the process. Well, partially. It's a challenge to even stop for a proper breath with the way the redhead is licking at him, giving rise to so many new sensations that his mind and body are working to make sense about second by second.

"Then I will," he breathes, making absolutely sure Sylvain will feel his touch without going so far as to actively tug on his hair.

He'll see if that lasts. His blood feels so heated, his thoughts laser-focused, that Linhardt can't make any promises to Sylvain or himself about how he'll behave in a minute or two. Right now he keeps rolling his hips against that sinful tongue, enjoying the feeling of it all over his new parts.

The sharp pleasure of having his hair tugged shudders through Sylvain and makes him moan. His fingers dig in a little, tight around Linhardt's thighs both to hold and to keep Sylvain grounded. He's struggling to breathe himself, his lungs fluttering. Linhardt's reactions surround him- the sounds and movements, the scent and taste. It's headier than wine, and leaves Sylvain about as dizzy.

Hunger takes over, destroying his plans of going slow, and he dips his tongue in deeper, letting Linhardt grind down onto it and push him in farther.

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