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Sam, Luke decides as he stares open-mouthed into the mirror, is definitely to blame for this.
It was him, after all, who had drunkenly yelled at that witch about... God knows what. Werewolf rights maybe. In Sam's defence, the witch was being a right prick, but Luke probably should've hauled him away before it got too heated.
But Luke had been slightly distracted by Tom mouthing at his neck, fangs threatening the skin there, to really notice that Sam was arguing with a stranger until it was too late. All he knew was one moment he was gently trying to convince Tom not to suck him dry (in any context) in the middle of the street, and the next there was a drunken flash of magic whizzing past Sam and colliding with Luke's chest.
At that point AJ, who'd been tipsy enough to start phasing into the wall Luke had propped him against minutes before, joined the argument and had scared the witch off in record time. The only sign she'd ever been there at all was the angry flush to Sam's cheeks and the odd tingling sensation spreading throughout Luke's body. His own magic didn't sense that anything was awry however, other than a slight hormone imbalance and the alcohol still working it's way through his system, so he'd chalked it up to an ineffective spell and focused on getting the other three back home in one piece.
Now though, staring at himself in the mirror, Luke is painfully aware of how stupid he'd been to ignore it. And that he is definitely blaming Sam for his new predicament.
Where he'd been expecting to see his regular male chest just as it's appeared every day of his life, there are instead a pair of breasts. Just a casual pair of boobs. Attached to him. Belonging to him. He has... he has tits.
Luke finally shuts his mouth with a sharp click, eyebrows furrowing as his gaze roves over these new additions and he walks closer to the mirror. They don't warp or change shape or do anything other than exist as part of his body, no matter how close to the mirror he gets. He pokes the side of one experimentally and it jiggles. And he feels it jiggle. What the fuck.
They're not huge, which he's thankful for at the very least. Maybe B cups if he had to guess; not that he has any clue about boob sizes. Mostly he's congratulating himself for not completely freaking out.
Then he shifts, putting his weight on his other leg, and realises that his chest isn't the only thing that's changed. Hesitantly, nervously, he cups his crotch.
Yes. As he suspected.
His dick is missing.
Luke takes a deep breath in. Then topples sideways into the nearest chair. And, huh, isn't sitting down strange now that he doesn't have two balls getting in the way. It's honestly unbelievable it took him so long to notice his genitalia has completely changed, but to be fair the tits had done a good job of distracting him.
"What the fuck." He whispers to his reflection in the mirror. It doesn't seem to have any answers.
Based on the ear shattering snoring coming from the living room, the other three are still sleeping off the alcohol. Luke, being the only one still capable of thought when they got back, had tipped them into a messy pile of limbs across the floor and sofa, and treated himself to a peaceful sleep in an actual bed.
Once he's found a t-shirt that will accommodate his new body (i.e. one of his baggier options) he checks in on the others. Sam's sprawled on his back across the floor, and also the perpetrator of most of the snoring. Tom's strewn on top of him, mouth still flecked with blood droplets from the previous night, arms tight around Sam's middle as he hugs him like some kind of oversized teddy bear. AJ's floating a couple of inches above the sofa and still looking a little translucent. Luke observes the carnage for a moment and then moves on to the kitchen. Coffee. They'll definitely need coffee for this. Oh, and a blood bag for Tom.
While the kettle's brewing, Luke slumps into a chair and closes his eyes. He's still a little out of it after their night out, and his magic is lethargic as he calls on it, but he's able to do a more thorough scan of his current health. But as with last night, the only changes Luke registers are hormonal, which given the state of his chest and crotch, makes a lot more sense now.
It's evident the magic wasn't cast with any particular forethought or skill, although Luke is mostly thankful it doesn't seem to be harmful. In fact, it feels as though it'll wear off within a day or two. Hopefully. He sips his coffee and tugs on the t-shirt, unaccustomed to the way it feels against his chest. At least if the spell wears off in the next day or so he doesn't need to worry about buying a bra. Small mercies.
Luke shifts in his seat, reminded once again of the vagina now present between his legs. He's also distantly aware that he needs to piss, but that requires much more mental preparation to get through. And possibly more alcohol. He takes another sip of his coffee. What a day this is shaping up to be.
At that moment, AJ stumbles into the kitchen without even bothering to open the door, and Luke watches with a wry grin as he pours himself into the nearest chair with a groan.
"Coffee?" He mumbles, eyes shut and head tilted back.
"Coffee." Luke confirms, flicking his hand and sending a mug sliding across the table to AJ, who knocks it back in one go all without opening his eyes. Luke shifts in his seat again. Sips his coffee.
"Sleep well?"
"M'never drinking again."
"You say that every time."
"Yeah, well," AJ retorts, tipping his head forward to rest his chin on his palm and finally peeling his eyes open, "this time I-" He cuts off abruptly, eyes wide. Luke fidgets sheepishly in his seat.
"What the fuck."
"Funnily enough, that's what I said."
"No, seriously, what the fuck?!"
AJ's up and out of his seat in record time, hangover forgotten as he rushes over. Luke shoves his chair back and angles himself towards AJ, who's staring at him with a similar expression to the one Luke was wearing earlier. He crosses his arms over his chest, somewhat embarrassed by how prominent it suddenly seems to be. An odd, irrational thought crosses his mind that AJ might not like them. Which is frankly absurd because Luke would much rather have confirmation that his boyfriend is concerned for his wellbeing rather than how he looks aesthetically. And yet.
"When did- How did...? Are you cursed? Dying?!" AJ looks properly panicked now and grips Luke's shoulders tightly, eyes darting between his face and chest rapidly. Luke can't help but roll his eyes a little at the dramatics and shoo AJ's hands away.
"It's not a curse, you ninny, so stop fussing." He tugs on his t-shirt again, fixing the rumples AJ left in it. "You remember that witch from last night? The one that was picking a fight with Sam?" AJ's confused expression clears and morphs into one of realisation. His brow furrows.
"She cast something at him but it hit you instead."
"Mm. God knows what she was trying to cast but now I look like this." He gestures at himself with a wry smile and AJ gives him a reassuring one in return.
"Does it... hurt? Feel weird? Do you know how long it'll last for?"
Luke flaps a calming hand at him, quelling the barage of questions, and sips his coffee thoughtfully.
"They don't hurt, no. Weird though... maybe, yeah? I dunno." He frowns into his now empty mug, "To be honest it doesn't feel much different to normal, there's just uh- more weight now." He flushes, finding himself uncharacteristically embarrassed to be talking about his body with AJ. God knows AJ has seen him in any number of states over the course of their relationship, but something about this feels different. He shrugs the feeling off and stands up, on the hunt for more coffee. "Anyway, I don't think it'll last long. A day, if that."
There's a brief period of silence whilst Luke busies himself around the kitchen and faffs with the kettle. Then AJ coughs.
"Uh, Luke?" He sounds hesitant.
"Yeah?"
"Did... did something else change as well?"
Luke frowns before realising what AJ's referring to, and then the embarrassment hits him all over again.
"Oh yeah um- I got an impromptu dick replacement too."
Tom and Sam choose that precise moment to lumber in, jaws dropping at the sight of Luke, and he can only sigh deeply, settling back into his chair. It's going to be a long morning.
After painstakingly explaining that no, he isn't dying, forever cursed, in pain, possessed, or in any way not himself, Luke is finally able to convince Sam to put away his claws and Tom to put away his teeth. They're both angry with themselves for being too drunk to acknowledge the spell flung at Luke, despite his repeated reassurances that not even he had been fully aware of what had happened.
Sam snuffles into Luke's neck, apparently trying to drown out the smell of strange magic and Luke's brand new hormones with his own scent. Luke can't bring himself to be annoyed by the wolfish display— he's been feeling jittery since he woke up, and whilst he recognises it's mostly his magic and body trying to come to terms with the sudden changes, it doesn't make it any easier to settle into his new appearance.
They laze around for most of the morning, the other three still recovering from their hangovers, and Luke trying to cling onto some semblance of normalcy. It's surprisingly easy to forget things are different, especially when they ease into their regular inane conversation topics. Tom and AJ bicker about films for a while, although the bickering is interspersed with sweet little kisses to whichever patch of skin is available, so their arguments are half-hearted at best. Luke's slouched against Sam's chest watching him game through lidded eyes. It's taken Sam approximately five minutes to realise he can use Luke's new body to his advantage, and is resting his controller on the handy boob shelf in-between rounds. Luke is quietly rebelling by trying to distract Sam with ridiculous commentary in the middle of particularly tricky fights.
It's all very peaceful. Which of course means something has to go wrong.
Luke barely registers it at first, too distracted by Sam's character running about on the screen to focus on what weird new thing his body is doing. But when Sam's wrist drags against his nipple as he shifts the controller, something feels... off. Damp, even.
He's up in a flash and barrelling towards the bathroom, ignoring the cry of surprise from Sam as he loses his arm rest. Tom calls out to ask if everything's alright but he doesn't reply, too busy slamming his way into the bathroom and hiking up his t-shirt. Where his nipples had been touching the fabric, two dark splotches have formed, and now, with his t-shirt rolled out of the way, Luke is able to see the cause of the sudden dampness.
"What the fuck." He hisses at his reflection, which seems to be the phrase of the day, as he watches a couple of pearly drops bead from his right nipple and drip down the breast.
The other three appear only a minute later, eyes wide when they finally catch sight of what's been hidden beneath Luke's t-shirt the whole time. They'd been very respectful in not sating their curiosity and asking to see, but now the tits are on display and it's hard to focus on the problem at hand. Tom tries his best though.
"Luke, what's..." He trails off almost immediately. It's clear what is going on. The why, however, is probably more pressing. Luke shrugs his shoulders shakily, as though Tom had actually asked the question, and gestures at his chest.
"I'm fucking- I'm lactating, because obviously just having tits isn't enough! I get the full experience too!" In a fit of annoyance he wrenches the t-shirt over his head and chucks it onto the floor.
AJ reaches a tentative hand out and rubs between Luke's shoulders, attempting to drain some of the tension that's seeped into them. Luke sighs and scrubs a hand over his face.
"Sorry I'm just- I need to piss but I don't want to deal with what's going on down there, and now my nipples are leaking and I'm still fucking hungover."
He sounds down right miserable, even to his own ears, so it's hardly surprising when AJ gently spins him round and tugs him into a firm hug. It's grounding in ways that should be ironic given AJ's ghostly nature, and warm in ways that he usually can't be. Luke muffles out a weak protest as those arms wrap around him and push his face into the crook of AJ's neck.
"I'll get it on you."
He feels AJ shrug around him. "So what? Don't think anything can be worse than when you overloaded your magic and threw up on me. Or when Tom overfed and threw up on me... you guys really need to stop throwing up on me, actually."
Luke snorts a laugh, "Prick."
"Only for you."
"Yeah he's so much nicer to us." Sam quips from the doorway. "An absolute angel."
Luke and AJ flick him in the bird in unison which has Luke grinning into AJ's neck. As weird as the changes to his body are, he's glad the others aren't freaking out along with him. He can almost trick himself into thinking things are normal. A dribble of milk spills from his breasts and he furrows his brow. Almost normal. With a sigh he pulls away from AJ's embrace and turns back to the mirror.
He inhales deeply and closes his eyes, summoning his magic forth to assess the situation. As with his previous checks, nothing seems wrong or abnormal, aside from the obvious. He digs around in his memory trying to recall any spells that might create such an effect and how they might be countered. The weight of his tits is distracting through, which seem to be getting heavier by the second. Right, and he still needs to pee. Wonderful.
He reopens his eyes and shuffles awkwardly from foot to foot. Tom and Sam clock his hesitancy and, with one last reassuring smile each, go back into the living room. AJ makes to follow them but in a sudden surge of panic, Luke finds himself gripping AJ's wrist and tugging him back.
"Luke, what-"
"Sorry, sorry, I just- can you stay while I... see what the situation is?"
They're both blushing, which is frankly ridiculous because neither of them are shy about nudity around each other. In fact, it's actively encouraged. But this whole thing is like nothing they've encountered together before, and all of them seem to have unanimously decided to tiptoe carefully around the topic.
Regardless, AJ nods and settles against the door-frame, arms folded in an attempt to appear casual about everything that's going on. Luke has a feeling they're both failing miserably.
He takes a deep breath in and decides to just get it over with. He shucks off his sweatpants, leaving him in his boxers. AJ's eyeing him from the doorway, as if he expects Luke to have another freak out. Which, in his own defense, Luke definitely feels he's entitled to.
He pulls the boxers down after a moment of hesitation and takes a minute to stare at himself in the mirror. His t-shirt is still in a damp heap on the floor which he can't be bothered to pull back on, so he finds himself now fully nude. And yep. That's a vagina. On him. Part of him. Fucking weird.
It's probably a fine one. He's not seen one for a while considering he's been dating the other three for a few years now, but it looks normal enough. AJ, also reflected in the mirror, looks like he's trying to be as respectful as possible and not ogle. Luke turns to the side, poking at his left breast, and watches with a resigned sigh as more milk leaks from it. He catches the flicker of something on AJ's face, but he's looking away, cheeks red, before Luke can decipher his expression properly. Hmm. Interesting.
"Right," he decides, turning away from the mirror, "From this point on I'm just accepting anything and everything that happens. Unless I start growing even more body parts." He gives AJ a small smile and shoos him off, "Go on, you have more arguments against Tom to win."
"Hey!" Tom protests from the living room, "I've won every single argument so far!"
"He lives a life of delusion." AJ says seriously, giving Luke one last reassuring arm squeeze and then leaving, closing the door as he goes. Luke eyes the toilet. Right then. Back to business.
His bathroom experience is fine. Luke's not entirely sure what he was expecting but it felt normal enough. At least as much as a situation like this can be. The real issue is his chest, which refuses to stop leaking. He tries soaking up the milk with toilet paper but there's simply no end to the drip, so eventually he gives up, spells his shirt dry and puts it back on. It'll be damp again in seconds but it's the thought that counts.
He rejoins the others in the living room, curling up on the sofa next to Tom and lets himself be dragged backwards into the other man's arms for a hug. It's warm, and lying there, listening to the quiet sounds of Sam's video game, and the buttons on AJ's camera as he looks through test shots is enough to distract from his predicament. At least for a little while.
Tom hums something under his breath, the tune rumbling against Luke's back where he's pressed against Tom's chest. His fingers trace idle patterns along Luke's arms, gliding this way and that as they explore his skin. Luke notices that those fingers stay away from his chest, choosing instead to brush over bicep and vertebrae. The thought that Tom might be disgusted by his current body briefly flickers through his mind, but he shoves it away. The touch feels respectful rather than avoiding; as though Tom's unsure where the boundaries are and is sticking to familiar territory. Luke curls further into Tom's embrace, appreciating the forethought. He's not exactly sure what his boundaries are right now either.
The touch is nice though, and he finds his eyes fluttering shut, sinking his weight into the cushy sofa and exhaling deeply. Tom's fingers trail up towards his neck, playing with strands of hair there and scratching gently at his scalp. They brush over the length of his throat and then pause.
"I'm sorry if I drank too much from you last night." Tom murmurs apologetically. Luke's magic can heal the puncture wounds almost immediately due to their small size, but the impressive hickey Tom nibbled onto his skin is still there. Tom presses kisses to the area, sending a shiver tingling up Luke's spine. "I should've been paying attention to what was going on."
"It's alright," Luke reassures, "and I think you were too drunk on alcohol to drink much from me." Tom's fingers are still worrying over the hickey though so Luke reaches up and cups Tom's hand with his own. "Hey, I'm fine, Tom. If you were going too far I would've kicked your ass." There's a whoop of agreement from Sam who's clearly only half listening. "And I like the marks, ok?" He retracts his hand, although not before Tom has tenderly kissed each knuckle, and settles back into his relaxed state.
Tom starts humming again, and his fingers start their wandering journey once more. Luke dozes under his ministrations for a while, steadfastly ignoring the damp material stretching across his chest, and the ache between his legs that only grows the more Tom touches him. It has crossed his mind, obviously, what sex might be like in this form. But he has no idea how to untangle his own feelings on the subject, never mind what the other three might think on it.
Worst case scenario, they're completely disgusted by Luke's body and want nothing to do with it in that way. Which, sure, Luke could understand considering his own complicated thoughts surrounding the situation; but the idea that they might reject him for his current appearance has worry stinging through him. He shakes away the concern. They're not like that. Hell, Tom is literally not keeping his hands off him. And sure, he's staying above the chest for the most part, but that's Tom's respect for Luke taking over rather than his true thoughts on Luke's body.
He pushes away those anxieties and instead tries to imagine how he'd feel if any of the others had been hit by the spell. He pictures Tom in the kitchen with one of his signature shirts hanging open, tits on show, morning light streaming in as he sleepily moves around preparing himself a bloodbag. He pictures AJ standing naked in the bathroom, admiring himself, tits dripping, and giving Luke a knowing smirk in the mirror. And then suddenly his imagination has him pinned underneath Sam who's holding him steady whilst he envelops Luke's cock with his glistening pussy.
A shudder of heat rocks through him and he can't help the muffled whine that spills out from between his lips. Tom's fingers, which had been carding through Luke's hair, slow down until they stop completely. There's a pause, one which stretches on for what feels like an eternity, and has Luke's face heating in embarrassment. He hadn't meant to get himself riled up like that, especially not whilst curled into Tom like this. But then Tom bends his head and whispers "Alright, sweetheart?" into Luke's ear with the tone he usually reserves for foreplay, and Luke is nodding frantically.
Another pause. And then softer, more sincere, "Is it ok if things get sexual? Are you- Is that something you want?"
Luke wants to rush straight on and agree that yes, it's fine! But he forces himself to pause, shoving his horny brain to the side to work out if this is actually something he wants. He imagines what sex might feel like in this body. How their hands might feel kneading at his breasts. How it might feel to be fingered. Their cocks inside him. Heat buzzes between his thighs and he squirms, unable to ignore that his shirt is no longer the only damp item of clothing. He squeezes his legs together in an attempt to calm himself down and nods rapidly.
"I want it."
A moment later and Tom is mouthing at the hickey again, his hand wandering down from Luke's neck towards his chest. There's the sound of things being put down, and then Sam and AJ are joining them on the sofa, expressions hungry.
"We were hoping you'd let us play." Sam says, his hand trailing up Luke's stomach and cupping his left tit. "You look stunning. And so do these." He squeezes Luke's breast gently, practically licking his lips when the fabric stretching across it grows darker. He leans down and licks right over the nipple, sucking on it for a brief moment through the sodden material before letting go. Luke whimpers underneath him, hand clawing at AJ's leg to ground himself. AJ starts in on Luke's other tit, mimicking Sam's actions and licking over it. Tom's fingers bypass Luke's chest now that it's receiving attention and instead travel further down, until he's sneaking a warm palm under the shirt and resting it on Luke's quivering stomach.
It's not easy maneuvering on the sofa, especially with all four of them piled onto it, but none of them have the forethought to move locations. In fact, Luke can barely comprehend anything outside of their hands on his flushed skin.
Sam looks up from his self-imposed task, and Luke is treated to brown eyes tinged in yellow. There's still a week until the next full moon but Sam's always had a tendency during sex to get more wolfish the closer it is. And today is apparently no exception. His chin is damp with spit and he pounces forward, claiming Luke's mouth in a faintly milky kiss. It's clear that just licking through the t-shirt isn't enough for him as he whines against Luke's lips.
"Mmf- please Luke, let us see them."
Luke chuckles breathlessly, leaning back against Tom's chest. "Down boy, you've already seen them."
"But now we can appreciate them properly."
Luke's retort dies in his mouth when a tongue suddenly laps over the beading bud of his right tit, and he glances down to see that AJ's phased his tongue through the wet material in order to get to flesh. He flashes Luke a grin and switches to using teeth, biting down lightly on his nipple. A moan trembles out of Luke's mouth and he goes boneless against Tom's chest once more.
"F-fucking Hell, AJ."
AJ sucks the breast into his mouth, as if the t-shirt barrier isn't even there, which Luke supposes it isn't for him, and there's the distinct sound of him swallowing. When he pulls back his mouth is coated in milk and he looks deliriously pleased with himself.
"Sam, you have got to try that."
A second later and the t-shirt is being dragged over Luke's head, tossed away to some corner, and his tits are bouncing free. Sam latches onto the left one immediately, licking and biting and sucking, and Luke is powerless to do anything but moan and whimper under the ministrations, hands clutching at their heads, weight supported by Tom as he lies pinned on the sofa. AJ isn't far behind and equally as enthusiastic, drinking from Luke's tit as though he's been in drought for years.
The sensation of them sucking milk from his breasts is indescribable, and Luke can't help but squirm, his underwear growing damper by the second.
"Tom!" He pants, finally remembering the hand splayed across his belly. "Tom, please! I need- touch me!"
"I am touching you." Tom replies serenely, because he's a twat like that. Any scathing retort Luke has dies on his tongue, however, as that warm palm strokes down his stomach before disappearing into his sweatpants. A second later and that same palm is cupping him through his underwear. He shudders into the all-encompassing heat, hips twitching on their own accord, desperate to grind into the hand.
"You're soaked." Tom whispers, sounding astonished. Luke whimpers as two fingers start running along the length of his pussy, seeking out the dampness of the fabric. "What's it like being this wet?"
"Stop teasing me I swear to- mmnf!"
Sam, who'd just flicked Luke's nipple, chuckles and kneads at the breast under his palm. Luke, now momentarily distracted from Tom's exploration, peers down at his own chest. Despite Sam and AJ both drinking from his tits, the supply doesn't appear to have dwindled. Not that they're complaining, if the blissed out expression on AJ's face is any indication. But it does beg the question...
"Are you sure you don't what the spell was?" Sam asks, gently squeezing at Luke's tit and watching with a manic gleam in his eye as milk spills down already sopping skin. "I mean, what would make this happen?"
"I don't- I'm not... oh."
To be honest, Luke feels like a complete idiot for not cottoning on sooner. In his defense, he never thought he'd need to know the spell, but given all the changes to his body, the answer seemed obvious in hindsight.
"It's a- AJ, Christ, don't stop- it's like a fertility spell." He pants, fingers clutching at AJ's shoulders as milk is sucked from his nipple. "It's supposed to be for people who are struggling with providing milk for their baby. Except I think whatever that witch cast at me was a mix of that and s-something- fuck, yes- something else."
Tom raises an eyebrow and strokes over Luke's covered clit. "And that explains this bit, too?"
"P-probably. I thi- I think Sam just pissed her off and she was trying to inconvenience him with whatever she could think of."
"Mm, well, I feel thoroughly inconvenienced." Sam murmurs, leaning down to suck Luke's tit back into his mouth. Luke can't contain the whine that spills out, and rocks against Tom's fingers.
"Please," he begs, "I need them inside me."
"My pleasure."
Tom's hand drags back up towards Luke's belly, gently pinching the skin there, and then dives into his underwear. Luke feels completely engorged down there, the ache between his legs intensifying with every tug on his nipples. He keens as deft fingers slide easily between his folds, and then he's crying out as two of those fingers enter him.
It should be a sin how easily they're dragged into his heat. He may miss his cock, but his pussy slicks things up in no time at all. Luke clenches around them, eyes squeezing shut as they begin to move inside him. Tom's thumb rubs at his clit and the dual sensations of his pussy finally being filled and his heavy breasts being sucked on have him moaning in ecstasy.
"That's it Luke, come on. Come for me. For us." Tom's words reach him in a haze just as another finger enters him. The fingers are quick inside him, spreading and scissoring and stroking and everything is so slick. He cries aloud and shakes apart underneath Sam and AJ.
Tom withdraws his fingers with a squelch and then pulls them out of Luke's underwear. He admires them in the lamplight, shiny and dripping with come as they are. Luke watches, eyes wide, as Tom brings a finger to his mouth and sucks on it contemplatively. When he looks at Luke, his teeth are sharp and his eyes are wild.
"Delicious."
Luke can do nothing but moan.
Sam pulls off Luke's tit with a wet pop, a jet of milk running down his chin as he releases it, and he sits up.
"Delicious?" He asks Tom, eyes ringed with yellow and a hungry curiosity tinging his voice.
Tom holds out his finger. "Try it yourself." But Sam bypasses the finger completely and drags Tom into a fierce kiss. It's a filthy battle of tongue and teeth, and Sam's actually growling into it.
Luke, caught between them, watches this display above his head in complete awe. The throb between his legs is back (not that it ever really went away) and the sight of those two practically devouring each other has him more than a little excited. He glances down at AJ, who has yet to rescind his breast, and an idea crosses his mind.
Gently, he strokes the nape of AJ's neck whilst his other hand cups his jaw. AJ's eyes blink open, dazed and spacey.
"Hi, baby." Luke murmurs, rubbing a comforting hand over AJ's jaw as he slowly encourages him to let go. "You like my milk?"
AJ nods, eyes never leaving Luke's. Luke thinks for a second. He'd never really considered going into this sort of scene before— never considered it could be something he's into. But AJ looks so good sucking on his breast he can't help but wonder...
"You like Mummy's milk?"
AJ's eyes flutter shut briefly and he whimpers, nodding his head. Luke presses a reassuring kiss to his mouth, the taste of his own milk flooding his tongue. He pulls back a moment later and starts pushing on AJ's chest, pressing him down until he's lying flat on the sofa and Luke is able to sit astride him. He lifts up long enough to discard his sweatpants and underwear and settles back down with his bare pussy on AJ's chest. He can feel the shirt fabric growing damp underneath him as he sits there.
One of his legs is a little awkwardly bunched up due to the cramped space but he can't bring himself to care about that right now. Not when he has AJ spread under him like this— so beautifully receptive for whatever Luke does next.
"Would you like to drink something even better?"
Sam and Tom have stopped licking into each other's mouths and Luke can feel them watching over his shoulder as the scene unfolds. And he's determined to give them a show.
"Y-yes." AJ replies with an eager expression. Luke raises an expectant eyebrow.
"Yes, mummy." AJ corrects, a blush now tinging his cheeks. One of his hands reaches up to fidget with Luke's breasts, which are practically swinging above him, and squeezes them gently. Milk drips down those puffy nipples, splashing him in the process.
"Good boy." Then Luke is planting his hands on the sofa armrest and lifting up once more. Only this time he hovers over AJ's mouth. "Ready?" He asks and AJ nods ravenously. Luke sinks down and AJ gets to work.
His tongue is divine across Luke's throbbing hole, dipping in and out of it as he chases that delectable sweet taste that drips from Luke so easily. Every swipe of his tongue has Luke whining, fingers white-knuckling the sofa arm as he trembles in place. Every fibre of his being wants to ride AJ's face, wants to hump it until it's slick with Luke's release and AJ is reduced to a cum-drunk wreck. His thighs shake as he rocks tentatively back and forth and AJ moans underneath him, sucking on his clit with fervour.
Hands, warm and large grab hold of Luke's waist, and he glances back to see Sam supporting him in his movements. Sam's more than a little disheveled. His shirt has vanished and his neck is peppered with bruises and a few splotches of blood where Tom presumably had his way. Tom's sat back against the other arm rest, trousers unbuttoned and cock proudly on display. He's tugging on it slowly as he watches them, and it's evident he's expecting them to entertain him. Sam's hands tighten on Luke's waist and he raises him up just a little; enough so that AJ's tongue spears him deeply on the next grind.
Luke cries out and rocks harder against AJ's mouth, his thighs clamping around his head and AJ's groan reverberates against his throbbing flesh.
"That's it." Sam whispers, breath hot in Luke's ear. "Ride his face. He's so desperate for you. Your tits, your milk. Your come. He wants it all."
Luke finds himself nodding rapidly, unable to do anything other than agree with the filth Sam is spouting.
"You want this, baby?" He pants, grinding back and forth. AJ's chin is soaked with fluid and his eyes are glassy but he manages to nod as best he can. Somehow, his efforts only intensify and Luke moans loudly, giving into his instincts and riding AJ's face properly. Each downward grind has AJ's tongue deep within his leaking pussy, and swiping over his engorged clit. Sam's hands move from his waist to his breasts and squeeze them, spilling milk down his chest and then Luke is coming.
His legs lock around AJ's head who whines, licking and sucking as liquid floods his mouth. He doesn't need to breathe so his tongue never ceases, and Luke trembles with every wet swipe of it. After-shocks tremor through him and he just about manages to shift off AJ's mouth, watching as his release leaks from the corners of those lax lips.
He barely has time to catch his breath or his thoughts however, as the next thing he knows he's being dragged around and flipped onto his front. A hand tugs on his hair and Tom's cock bobs into view. A moment later and it's being fed into his mouth whilst Sam shoves his cock into Luke's fucked out hole from behind.
He whimpers around the cock in his mouth, his head maneuvered by Tom's hand tangled in his hair, and chokes back gasps as Sam shoves in deeper.
"J-Jesus Christ! You're so wet. And- and warm." Sam pants as he rocks into that inviting heat. He presses down lightly on Luke's spine, watching with manic eyes as he sinks lower onto Tom's throbbing erection. "Go on, you can deep throat him like this, I know it."
Luke's eyes flutter shut. And a moment later Tom is cursing Sam out as Luke swallows him down the rest of the way. Sam withdraws but doesn't pull out all the way, greedily admiring the shiny wet of his cock as Luke's pussy desperately tries to pull it back in, before pounding into Luke with restrained ferocity. Every snap of his hips has Luke swallowing around Tom's cock, the head popping out from between spit slicked lips every now and then. Until eventually Tom keeps Luke's head still, thrusting his hips frantically as he nears release.
There's a snarl when Tom finally comes down Luke's throat, followed by him claiming Luke's reddened mouth in a filthy kiss. Sam slows his thrusts down, giving Luke a minute to catch his breath and Tom a minute to get his energy out.
Then he's moving, sitting back and pulling Luke into his lap, still speared on Sam's cock. Luke keens at the change in angle, and then again when AJ moves from his practically comatose position and starts sucking on Luke's breasts once more. Luke is soaked with sweat, milk and his own release, and the scent of it is driving Sam crazy. He fucks up into Luke harder, driving his cock deep inside his pussy, and bites at that long exposed neck.
Tom joins them, alternating between breast and throat as he sucks and nibbles and licks. Luke is moaning so beautifully between them, chest heaving, breath stuttering in his lungs. And then he's coming for a third and final time, shaking in Sam's lap. His cock swells and for a moment he worries his wolf side has taken over too much and he's about to knot Luke's pussy. But then his come is flooding that sopping channel and he's clamping his canines down onto Luke's shoulder with a growl.
The four of them still for a moment, their heaving breaths the only thing breaking the silence. Slowly Luke blinks his eyes open, unsure of when he'd even closed them, and gives AJ and Tom a tired smile. Then grimaces.
"Okay let up," he slaps lightly at Sam's arms locked around his waist, "I'm so bloody sensitive."
Luke can't see Sam's eye-roll but he can practically hear it, and slaps Sam's arms again until he's finally released and able to pull off his cock. They both hiss at the sensation and Luke collapses onto AJ with a grunt.
"I guess I'll be in charge of clean up then." Tom says pointedly, but his tone is lighthearted as he disappears into the bathroom. There's the sound of water running and then some shuffling as he goes into the bedroom, presumably to get a change of clothes. Luke closes his eyes again, content to drift in and out of consciousness as the others bustle around him.
The sofa shifts as Sam gets up, and Luke can hear him picking up stray clothing from the floor, and also tutting at the state of the sofa. Luke doesn't need to open his eyes to imagine what it looks like— he can certainly feel the wet patches under him. He nestles further into AJ, who's stroking a gentle hand up and down his back.
"Did you... were you ok with the things I said to you?" Luke mumbles. "We didn't have a chance to discuss it properly." The hand on his spine slows, and then there's one cupping his jaw and his eyes are blinking open and he's looking up at AJ.
"I loved it." AJ says firmly. "I mean, it's a fucking weird time to learn new things about myself, right? But honestly, Luke, it was great." There's a beat of silence whilst AJ runs his thumb along Luke's jaw. He looks pensive. Nervous.
"You sure?" Luke prods, worrying at his bottom lip. AJ's expression clears and he soothes over Luke's lip with the pad of his thumb.
"Yeah, I'm just... you know I love your actual body too, right? We all do. I don't want you thinking we prefer this version, or something."
"Mm, you just like me railing you."
"You're such a prick."
Luke laughs, finally sitting up so he can look at AJ properly. "Kidding, kidding! I appreciate you saying that, really."
AJ presses a soft kiss to his lips, and then his hands are sneaking under Luke's thighs to haul him up into his arms. Luke categorically doesn't yelp but it's a close call.
"I can walk just fine." He protests, clinging to AJ's shoulders as he's carried into the bathroom and deposited into the warm bath.
"Damn," Tom pouts, "we didn't try hard enough."
"You didn't, maybe." Sam retorts as he enters the room, "I, on the other hand, was doing most of the work."
"Makes a change doesn't it?"
"What does that mean?!"
"I'm just saying there's no shame in preferring other people to do the heavy lifting."
"Oh, bite me, bloodsucker."
"If you want."
Luke looks between his three idiots and smiles to himself. Maybe getting into this situation wasn't so bad after all. It certainly came with some perks.
Luke wakes up the next morning to find Tom drawing patterns across his chest. His flat chest.
"Holy shit," Luke breathes, patting at his crotch almost comically, "everything's back!" He checks himself over with his magic before heaving a sigh of relief and relaxing back against the pillow. No weird hormone levels, no missing or extra body parts. Thank fuck.
Tom chuckles against Luke's chest, and slides a hand under his thin t-shirt to rest between his pecs. "Glad to have you back to normal."
"Mm, next time we go drinking we're staying away from witches."
Sam emerges from his duvet cocoon to rest his head on Luke's shoulder. "Boo, that's no fun. What if we want a repeat experience?"
"Well," Luke murmurs, arching an eyebrow and running his hand absentmindedly through Tom's hair, "now that I know which spells she used, there wouldn't be in any difficulty in me trying them on myself." He flashes Sam a look. "Or anyone else."
Sam gulps. Satisfied, Luke rolls over, eager for a couple more hours of sleep. He's definitely earned it with the emotional rollercoaster of the previous day. AJ's elbow is digging into his side, Sam's hogging most of the duvet, and Tom's fingers are gentle as they doodle shapes across his skin.
He slips back into sleep; safe and surrounded by those he loves.