Stiles felt the ass rise a bit and had some hope that Scott might get off of him. But no the giant is only pulling off his lacrosse shorts, showing his sweaty, hairy bare ass to Stiles.
Scott sighed in relief as he kicked off his sweat-soaked shorts, feeling the cool air on his skin. He had been feeling quite uncomfortable with the damp fabric sticking to his skin, and he knew that he would be much more comfortable working on his paper if he were able to sit bare-bottomed on the chair.
As he settled into the chair, Scott was unaware that Stiles was still trapped beneath him on the chair cushion. Stiles tried to get his attention by yelling and waving his arms, but the sound was muffled by Scott's thick muscles and the movement went unnoticed.
Stiles was trapped beneath Scott's sweaty, bare buttocks, feeling the heat and moisture seeping into his clothes. He struggled to catch his breath in the pungent, musky air, trying to escape the suffocating embrace of Scott's buttocks.
As Scott focused on his work, he remained oblivious to Stiles's plight, unaware that his best friend was trapped beneath him, struggling to survive in the oppressive heat and stench of his bare buttocks.
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