The Old Switcheroo, Spicy End
Arthur and MC (Haruko) are cursed and end up in each other's bodies. Part 3 of 3. Approx words. 2700 Smut and Spice. TW for gender dysphoric descriptions.
The Old Switcheroo pt 1
The Old Switcheroo pt 2
Haruko got back to the mansion much sooner than Arthur would have. She’d left right after the chess game. Arthur’s team trounced Theo’s, and everyone was celebrating but she really just wanted to be home. To find Arthur and tell him . . . not that she was sorry, not exactly. Rather, that she trusted him. Haruko could admit when she was wrong.
Despite his late night hobbies, Arthur loved her and remained true. She wanted him to know that she knew that. She still wished he would spend more time with her rather than out but she understood now.
When Haruko arrived home, Sebas greeted her in surprise. “Arthur! I didn’t expect you to make it back for dinner. Did something happen?”
“No, no. Not at all. And don’t worry about dinner. I came home to - to write! Yes! I have lots of writing. Maybe you can send Haruko up with a sandwich later.”
Sebastian nodded, but his eyes were still narrow with suspicion. “Alright. I don’t know if Haruko will be up to bringing you anything though. She came back from the market completely frazzled. Dropped off the groceries and went straight to the baths.”
“The market? You sent him - ah, I mean her to the market?” Haruko felt a little spike of guilt. What if he’d met Jack and got the wrong idea?
“Yes? She goes nearly every day.” He looked even more suspicious now. “She brought back some lovely chocolate creme rolls, if you -”
“Thanks, Sebastian. I- I’ve got to go.” Haruko hurried past. She could just imagine Arthur sulking in the hot water, angry and hurt and probably thinking all the wrong things.
She hurried to the baths. When she got to them, she took a deep breath and then threw open the door and marched in, explanations ready to go. Arthur was in the bath - well, in her body, anyhow. Just seeing her bare shoulders above the waterline stirred that unfamiliar hunger in Arthur’s body. Haruko thought it felt a bit like an ache or a burn. Something in need of soothing. The feeling drew her forward even as she tried to ignore it.
“Jack is just a friend!” She blurted the words clumsily, with no prelude or even a greeting.
Arthur’s eyes opened wide in surprise. Haruko had to admit that her face looked pretty cute when she did that. Then he smirked and that expression, even on Haruko’s lips, was all his. “Is that so, luv?”
“Yes. I- I know I should have said something but, but hey! You didn’t tell me you were friends with a - a working woman either so . . .”
“Genevieve and her girls just need a hand sometimes,” he said, his voice going high and squeaky. Haruko wondered if that was how she normally sounded to him. “And it’s not like they make me special treats, hm?”
Haruko frowned. “They don’t, hm? Not even Serafine?”
“Not - what? No! I mean, she offered. But the only woman I ever want is you.” Arthur let out a sigh, the narrow shoulders of Haruko’s body drooped. “I love you. More than anything. And if I’m honest, meeting Jack today terrified me. I don’t want you to ever feel like some other man gives you something - offers you something - that I don’t. So . . . I guess I’m saying, luv, that I understand. And I’m sorry.”
All the angry words Haruko had ready to launch evaporated like mist in the morning sun. What could she say to that? She loved him too. “I . . . yeah, you’re right. I feel like that when I see some beautiful woman flirting with you. I know I don’t look like them and I wonder if - if that's what you’d rather have.”
“I never want anyone but you.” He smiled up at her and then laughed. “Feels damn strange saying that with your mouth, looking at myself. But it’s true.”
“Yeah. It’s pretty weird to watch myself talking to me. But . . . I know what you mean. There’s no pastry that could lure me away from you. Or anything else.”
Haruko’s face took on a decidedly un-Haruko-like expression. One with more wicked mischief than she had, at the very least. “Why don’t you lean down here and give us a kiss, luv? Tell me with a touch how much you still love me.”
“Arthur!” Haruko felt her face - well, his face really, flush with heat. They’d kissed plenty of times, and more, but it still made her feel so shy when he just said things like that straight out.
“Is that a no?” Arthur pouted, making a moue of Haruko’s lips.
“Of course not,” she laughed self-consciously, and bent down, leaning over the water.
Arthur reached up and grasped her shoulders. It was funny to notice how small her body was, how her little hands felt when she reached up and held onto Arthur’s shoulders. Then he pushed off the bath wall with his legs and pulled Haruko into the bath with him, still fully dressed.
Haruko hit the water before she could react and came up spluttering. “You! Why? Arthur!”
Laughing, he kissed her. She expected for a moment to sink into his arms, but in Arthur’s body and him with her smaller frame, it just didn’t work. After a moment of awkward shifting around, they settled into a new embrace, laughing at their clumsiness.
“Never realized how good it feels to be held like this,” Arthur said between kisses.
“Mmm. It is nice.” Haruko squeezed him tightly. She ran her hands down Arthur’s back. “You feel good too.”
Arthur made a little sound, something between a sigh and a moan. “Is - is this what you feel when I hold you? My whole body is - it’s just . . . like tension all through me - but good.”
Haruko would have blushed if her cheeks weren’t already red from the heat of the bath water and the kiss. “Yeah.” She was feeling some things as well. The softness of her breasts crushed tight against Arthur’s chest, the warmth of her body sliding against Arthur’s solid frame . . . it left a tightness in her low belly. A hunger that ebbed and flowed with the beat of Haruko’s human heart.
“Yeah?” Arthur asked, his tone teasing.
She understood why he sounded so gleeful a moment later as Arthur wrapped his legs around her hips. For a moment, her mind went completely blank. A flash of desire hit her so strongly that she could not think, couldn’t even breathe. She ached to be closer, to meet skin to skin. Arthur’s body was strung tight with need, almost shaking from it.
Arthur kissed Haruko, crushing his mouth against Arthur’s wider lips. He pushed her lips apart, tongue pressing insistently, desperately.
Haruko answered his desire with her own. She kissed him with his own lips, and taunted him with his own playful tongue.
Arthur slid a hand through her hair, tugging lightly at the back.
This was something Haruko did to him and it felt amazing. A slight tinge of pain that made everything else happening in Arthur’s body, all the hungry tension, the pleasure of the kiss, the physical need to be closer, the drum of his heart - all of it felt suddenly sharper, more intense. She’d thought she understood what it was to want someone. To crave their touch and the feel of their skin on yours, but this was something else.
“D-does it always feel like this . . . for you . . . too” she murmured in the breath between kisses.
Arthur laughed, a soft breathy sound that tickled the tiny hairs on Haruko’s cheek. “Depends, luv. If you feel like you might burst your trouser seams and your heart is so full it hurts, then yes.” He slipped one of Haruko’s hands down Arthur’s chest, opening buttons and pushing aside wet fabric.
Haruko shivered, feeling Arthur’s body react to this new intimacy. The feel of her soft hand on Arthur’s chest, fingernails tracing a fine line from his sternum and down. Down to the plane of her low belly.
“Should we go lower still, luv?” He grinned, and Haruko could not help notice how pretty her own smile was through Arthur’s eyes.
“That- that isn’t how this usually goes,” she said, hearing the rising pitch of Arthur’s voice as she spoke. “You usually tease me.”
“So . . . tease.” His smile was a challenge and an invitation.
Hesitantly, she leaned forward to kiss along the pulse she could hear and feel beneath Haruko’s soft skin. Her lips caressed the line of Haruko’s neck and down her shoulder.
Arthur arched under her touch, gasping in a way that only made Haruko want to hear more.
She lifted him out of the water just enough to reach her breasts. She’d seen them her whole life and never appreciated them as she did now. To Haruko in her own body, they were . . . ok. Not perfectly matched, with one a little bigger than the other, and always seeming a little too big or a little too small depending on the occasion and the dress. But tonight, they looked divine beneath Arthur’s loving gaze.
Haruko tentatively flicked a tongue over one hardened nipple.
The sound Arthur made was somewhere between the word ‘yes’ and ‘please’.
She could not help but obey both his gasped entreaty and her body’s desire. Haruko’s mouth closed around the nipple, lathing it with her tongue, letting Arthur’s fangs scrape against the skin. The urge to bite down was almost undeniable. Like holding a candy between your lips without letting yourself taste it. It made every small motion, every bit of what she could touch feel more.
“G-go on. You can.” Arthur’s breathless permission made her pause, remembering the feel of it when he drank from her. The ecstasy of the vampiric bite. She wondered if Arthur ever felt what it was like to be bitten.
Just thinking about drinking from Haruko made Arthur’s body shake with need. But she didn’t want to give in yet. Instead, she switched her attention to the other breast, giving it the same sweet attention as the first. Desire ached through her, a thirst for blood and a physical need to be even closer, to touch. Her hand slid along the inner length of Haruko’s thigh, lightly squeezing.
Her fingertips sought the heat between Haruko’s legs, warmed from the hot bath and slick with desire. Haruko was surprised at the feel of her own skin, the silk-soft delicacy of it. She moved slowly, exploring herself through Arthur’s hands.
Arthur pressed into the touch, eager and desperate. “Oh . . . oh god . . . you . . . that feels . . .” His vocabulary shrunk down to a wordless moan as her thumb brushed the hardened pearl of her arousal.
Haruko knew exactly what touch she enjoyed. Her fingers played a rhythm in time with her racing heart, teasing moans from Arthur’s lips that only built the fire of need in her. She felt dizzy with it, fevered. She buried her face in Arthur’s chest, kissing and nipping with a desperation she did not know she could feel.
He undid the belt buckle and the trouser buttons so deftly that Haruko barely noticed them billow out from her legs. But she did feel the sudden caress of the hot water on Arthur’s hardened member. It jutted from between his legs, angling for the space that her hand currently occupied.
Arthur wrapped his fingers around it, and Haruko thought for a moment she had died. Her breath stopped. Her heart lurched in her chest. The solid frame of Arthur’s body trembled and she felt shaken within it. This . . . was what Arthur felt when she touched him? The thought was distant, faint, as her mind and body drummed with one desire.
Haruko’s fingers plunged into the satin heat of herself. Her thoughts were all one cry of need. A cry Arthur echoed in the bath chamber as Haruko’s body arched into the touch, pushing her fingers deeper. Arthur’s cock throbbed with the need to be there, promising a pleasure far greater than her hand could accomplish.
Never in her life had she wanted something so much as she wanted him now. Thoughts of teasing burnt away. Haruko shifted her hands, her grip moving to Arthur’s thighs. And then slowly, so slowly it almost hurt, she pushed into him. She felt every millimeter of silken fire embrace her. Flesh met flesh, fitted perfectly together, and it felt like heaven. Like home. Like her body was singing. Her nerves blazed with the sensation. This was what Arthur felt every time they made love. That thought was lost in the ecstasy of the moment.
Arthur was undone in her arms. His breath came in gasping, whimpering moans. His hands rested on her shoulders, hips rolling forward to press deeper, faster.
Haruko knew how much sweeter the release would be if she could draw it out. Her hips moved with slow deliberation, though she too ached for climax. Every stroke felt so good it almost hurt to slide slowly out of that satin grip but the return was glorious. She cried out in Arthur’s deeper voice, unable to form words for what she felt.
They moved together with hedonistic abandon, breath mixing with their hungry kisses.
A tremor ran through Haruko’s body as Arthur brushed the edge of climax. He gasped in surprise at the intensity of the sensation before he was taken by it fully. The sound of his voice rose as Haruko filled him, plunging as deeply as she could go. Arthur arched back, whole body rigid, and then collapsed against her as he felt for the first time what it was to come as a woman. He could barely catch a breath as Haruko’s body quaked in the throes of pleasure.
The feel of him brought Haruko to the brink as well. Arthur’s body was just as tense, straining as if holding back with all she had, while reaching . . . reaching . . . Her mouth kept returning to the delicate, sensitive skin of Arthur’s neck. Her own skin, that tasted sweet as nectar to Arthur’s tongue. She kissed down to the rising slope of her breast and then, instinct and desire her guide, bit lightly down.
Haruko was shocked at how it felt to drink. To feel the scarlet trickle across her tongue. Hot and coppery, a tang of salt and sweetness. The pleasure of biting was only a little different than being bitten. Arthur’s body thrummed with bliss. She couldn’t hold him back any longer.
She felt it in her low belly first, an unbelievable tightness, followed by a flood, a release as sudden and intense as a breaking dam. A tsunami in a storm. A feeling beyond expression that took her and shook her like a ragdoll, body and soul. A line of white-hot pleasured heat that connected her to Arthur, drawing out of her even as she drank him in. A circuit of pure bliss that left her empty and full all at once. And then it was gone, leaving her weak and thin and thready.
Her legs felt like jello and her heart beat like a mad drummer. “I love you,” she said, her voice hoarse and low. Arthur spoke it at the same moment in Haruko’s soft, breathy tone.
Haruko shut her eyes, overcome with sensation and emotion and exhaustion. There was a feeling behind her eyelids of motion. Like drifting in a current, being tugged along gently forward. When she opened them again, it was to see Arthur’s blue eyes watching her. His lips curved in a sated smile. She reached up to touch her face. Her own face. Her mouth and nose and eyes. Her hair, that fell now against her sweat-damp neck.
“That was amazing, luv,” Arthur spoke so softly she almost couldn’t hear him. “Feeling you, being you . . .” He grinned. “And now I know how good I really am.”
She swatted at him playfully. “Don’t get too full of yourself.”
“Mmmm, but it is you that is full of me.” He moved his hips just enough to remind her, and the feeling sent another wave of pleasure through her tired limbs.
“You can’t be serious,” she laughed.
Arthur kissed her, his answer clear in the movement of his body against hers. “It’s not my fault you always leave me wanting more of you,” he told her when their kiss broke.
“I’m sure it is.” She tried to tease back, but the embers of desire in her were already kindled anew and she couldn’t fool him. Not for a moment.
