The sight hit Dylan like a wave. The room was a chaotic mess—piles of dirty laundry sprawled across the floor, tangled heaps of socks, underwear, shirts, and shorts. A pungent odor hung in the air, sharp and musky, overwhelming yet strangely thrilling. His nose twitched, a secret flush of excitement coursing through him as he stepped forward, weaving between the giant garments. A crusty sock loomed like a boulder; a pair of worn boxers draped over a chair like a tent.
His gaze caught on Theo’s bed in the corner, its rumpled sheets and scattered pillows calling to him like a forbidden summit. The thrill of exploring it surged through him, electric and undeniable. “Gotta see what’s up there,” Dylan muttered to himself, his voice barely a whisper, heart pounding with anticipation.
He darted toward the bed frame, navigating the cluttered floor with care. At the edge, he spotted a charging cord dangling off the side, swaying slightly like a rope ladder in this oversized world. Perfect. “Here we go,” he said, psyching himself up. He grabbed the cord, its rubbery texture rough under his tiny hands, and began to climb. His muscles strained as he pulled himself up, inch by inch, until he reached the bed frame. With a final heave, he scrambled onto the mattress, collapsing briefly to catch his breath.
The bed was a vast, uneven landscape of soft fabric and faint stains. Dylan stood, inhaling deeply. A hint of muscle sweat lingered, mingled with other scents—intimate, lived-in, a trace of things that had happened here. His cheeks flushed, the air itself seeming to pulse with secrets. “This is wild,” he breathed, his voice trembling with excitement.
Moments later, a door creaked open and slammed shut. Dylan froze. Heavy footsteps thudded closer, and Theo entered the room, oblivious to the tiny intruder. From Dylan’s perch on the bed, Theo was a towering figure, his skin glistening with sweat from whatever he’d been doing. The musky scent rolling off him was intense, primal, hitting Dylan like a physical force. He stared, wide-eyed, as Theo approached the bed.
Without warning, Theo began to undress. First, he kicked off his socks, tossing them carelessly to the floor. Then his pants dropped, followed by his shirt, revealing a broad, sweat-slicked chest. Dylan’s breath hitched as Theo hooked his thumbs into his underwear, sliding them down and stepping out, completely bare. The sight was overwhelming, a mix of awe and danger that rooted Dylan in place.
“Time for a breather,” Theo muttered to himself, his voice low and casual. He turned toward the bed, and Dylan’s heart lurched. Theo’s massive form loomed closer, and before Dylan could react, Theo leapt onto the bed, ass first, landing with a heavy thud.
The mattress quaked beneath Dylan, and he was caught in the intimate chaos of the moment, pinned under the overwhelming warmth and weight of Theo’s presence. The scent of sweat and skin enveloped him, thrilling and terrifying all at once, as the world became a blur of closeness and danger.
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