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Sascha links their fingers, kissing Avery briefly on the nose. Avery goes in for a deeper kiss, but Sascha ducks out of the way, enjoying his pout. Serves him right after dodging Sascha the other night, when all he wanted was to crawl into the back of his car again and taste Avery until his tongue knew nothing else.

He catches Avery’s wrists again, this time puppeting them to wrap around the back of his neck. All it takes is shifting hisweight before they’re gliding easily through the water, Avery clinging while Sascha propels them deeper, until his feet no longer touch the bottom.

They swim together this way, Avery relaxed against Sascha’s chest like his own personal raft. Sascha steers them to the deepest part of the water and floats on his back, clutching Avery close as the sun beats down. It’s nearing noon, judging from the angle of the beams he sees even through his eyelids. He’d be perfectly content staying like this for the entire afternoon, but then Avery makes a quiet noise of discomfort.

Sascha opens his eyes in time to catch Avery’s right hand putting itself back together, and is alarmed when the skin and hair don’t simply disappear. Instead, the skin peels and dries, sloughing off when Avery rubs at it, dislodging the detached layer. After a rinse, Avery’s human hand emerges fresh and pink.

Catching Avery around the stomach, Sascha drags them to shallower water so he can stand. By the time his feet meet the lake bottom, Avery is shaking pulpy skin off his left hand, whole and just as raw as the right.

“Let’s get your feet taken care of,” Sascha says, trying not to give in to the sheer whatthefuck-ery of this discovery.

Avery accepts Sascha’s fingers between tender, reformed digits, and Sascha is as gentle as possible while towing Avery to a large, flat boulder lying at an angle on the shore. Sascha’s sunned himself on this rock more times than he can count, and he helps Avery settle there now, squeezing his knee while Avery sheds the remains of his transformed feet. His bones shrink back into place, claws growing brittle enough for Avery to snap each one off, then toss the crumbling remains back into the water.

“You have to do that every time?” At Avery’s questioning look, Sascha gestures to the last claw on Avery’s little toe. “All the skin, and…?”

Wiggling his toes at Sascha, Avery nods. “You donotwant to see how much hair I have to brush off myself when I shift back too quickly. If I take my time, most of it dries up and falls away on its own, but if I get impatient…” He sucks his teeth.

No longer able to deal with looking at Avery’s one clawed toe, Sascha takes it upon himself to remove it. With the magic drained, it’s reduced to fine dust smeared across his index. The tiny gap resolves into a proper toenail, as if the transformation had never happened. Sascha rinses his hand before pressing his thumb up the arch of Avery’s foot. He smiles at the drawn-out moan it wins him, turning into a grin when Avery sprawls back against the rock.

“I want to be a lizard,” Avery says, eyes closing as he squirms under the hot sun.

“Would that be a better or a worse transformation?”

Avery laughs. “I could turn into a dinosaur. That’d be cool.”

“You’d have to shed the skin on your eyeballs,” Sascha points out, halting Avery’s laughter.

After a few moments of contemplation, Avery says, “That’d be weird, but don’t some reptiles have two dicks?”

Chuckling, Sascha hoists himself onto the rock next to Avery. He props himself up on one elbow so he can study him, admiring the glossy corkscrews of wet hair in the sunlight. Brassy blond curls frame his neck, frizzing as they dry. Sascha follows the contours of Avery’s throat down his chest, the center of his sternum a visible shadow beneath his skin, no fat to hide behind. Hard work has strengthened Avery’s limbs, but his belly is still soft, a gentle swell greeting the patch of dark hair between Avery’s legs.

Before, Sascha hadn’t allowed himself too close of a look. He wanted Avery to relax before being ogled, but now, baking on the boulder at high-noon, Avery shamelessly parts his thighs under Sascha’s attention.

Untrimmed pubic hair covered most of what Avery is packing, but spreading exposes a phallus of significant length, thick even at rest. Sascha slept with a trans man once. Beyond that, he’s only seen vulvas in porn, and none of them looked like Avery’s, leaving him with no idea what to make of the anatomical difference.

Surprise must show on Sascha’s face because Avery comments lazily, “Surgery can do amazing things nowadays. This is my dick. Wanna touch it?”

The easy way he says it makes Sascha laugh. He brings his hand to Avery’s lips because he doesn’t need a second invitation; his cock stirs when Avery sucks two digits into his mouth. Tongue swirling, Avery slicks Sascha’s fingers with hot saliva, crystalline eyes never breaking Sascha’s heated gaze. Sascha withdraws his fingers, shuddering as Avery lets them slide suggestively off his tongue. He wants that tongue on him and in him, but first, he wants to touch Avery’s dick, to circle the head and feel it begin to pulse.

It's bigger than a clit, with a faint scar running down the underside of the shaft. Sascha follows it, gasping quietly when he discovers Avery still has an entrance. He dips his fingertips the barest amount inside, gathering the natural wetness blooming deeper between Avery’s thighs. Then Sascha scissors the thickening flesh between slick fingers, making Avery suck in a shaky breath. When Avery is fully erect, Sascha withdraws to suck Avery’s taste off his skin.

Like a spark jumping from flint, Avery tackles Sascha, nearly spilling them both off the boulder. Balancing at the last second, Sascha rolls onto his back, securing Avery to his chest as their mouths crash together.

They kiss with incoherent abandon, but soon Avery gets his wild limbs in order, arranging himself astride Sascha’s hips with his smaller length aligned with Sascha’s fully hardened cock. It twitches with anticipation before the first arch of Avery’s pelvis, driving their erections together, wetheat from Avery’s apex easing the friction of the next agonizing slide.

Precision dissolves quickly when Avery braces himself above Sascha, close enough for a teasing lick, a nip, before they surge together. Avery doesn’t complain when Sascha takes two handfuls of his ass, squeezing what little padding he has on his slender frame. He holds on but doesn’t steer, letting Avery propel his own strokes while Sascha lies back and enjoys being ridden. He bucks, gasping when Avery gives one of his nipples an unexpected pinch, then rewards the soft, guileless chuckle with blunt nails scratching from the curve of his buttock upward, ending with a tight grasp on his hip.

Avery responds to the pressure with high keening. Interested in hearing more, Sascha presses both thumbs into the hollows under Avery’s hipbones, delighted when Avery bears down harder, panting raggedly against Sascha’s mouth.

Sascha makes the mistake of imagining Avery on his hands and knees, Sascha’s grip punishing and unbreakable around his hips, holding him still while slowly,slowlysliding into him. The thought of incoherent begging, thrashing for freedom with true release as the only goal, drags Sascha over the edge far sooner than he’d intended.

Hot come spurts between them, spreading between their bellies as Avery bears down, increasing his pace until desperation is raw on his features. Sascha is too blitzed to do anything but watch, orbs of dazzling sun in his eyes as Avery uses Sascha’s come-smeared body to drive himself toward climax. When Avery’s thighs start to tremble, Sascha summons enough strength to grab the bleached curls at Avery’s nape, jerking his head back to bare his throat.

“You can do it, sweetheart,” Sascha purrs. “Use me. Make yourself come.”

He maintains the hold so Avery has no choice but to cryout when the wave of pleasure slams into him, tightening every muscle in his body while he spasms.

Continued praise spills from Sascha’s lips, telling Avery,‘that’s it, good boy’and‘you’re so sexy, using me like this,’until his frantic jerks slow to hiccuppy aftershocks.