Bullet As Theo’s massive glutes descended, Dylan’s world became the tight, black briefs and the overwhelming curve of the giant’s ass. The couch groaned, and just as the weight threatened to crush him, Theo shifted slightly, his hips tilting to one side. The movement spared Dylan from being flattened, but it sent him tumbling into the narrow crevice where the briefs hugged Theo’s skin, wedging him right up against the warm, muscular flesh of the giant’s ass crack. The fabric was taut, slick with sweat, and Dylan’s tiny body was pressed flush against the pulsing heat of Theo’s skin, the musky scent—raw, earthy, and potent—flooding his senses.
“Fuuuck,” Dylan gasped, his voice a shaky whisper, muffled by the suffocating closeness. His hands splayed against the smooth, sweat-damp skin, fingers brushing the coarse edge of the briefs’ seam. The heat was intense, Theo’s body a living furnace, and Dylan’s heart pounded with a wild mix of fear and explicit fascination. “This is… too much,” he muttered, his breath hitching as he felt the subtle flex of Theo’s glutes, the muscle shifting around him like a vise. The scent was intoxicating, a heady mix of sweat and Theo’s natural musk, and Dylan’s body responded, his own arousal spiking despite the danger. “Goddamn, you’re a fucking mountain,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe and desire.
Theo, completely unaware, settled deeper into the couch, his weight pressing the briefs tighter against Dylan’s tiny form. The giant adjusted his position, one hand scratching idly at his thigh, his fingers grazing close enough to make Dylan freeze. “Man, these workouts are killing me,” Theo grumbled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through his body, resonating in Dylan’s bones. He shifted again, the motion grinding Dylan deeper into the crevice, the slick skin of Theo’s ass crack enveloping him. The briefs stretched, the fabric sliding just enough to expose more of the giant’s bare skin, and Dylan’s face pressed directly against the sensitive, warm flesh near Theo’s hole.
“Holy shit,” Dylan moaned, his voice barely audible, his lips brushing the skin as he spoke. The contact was electric, the musky heat overwhelming, and he couldn’t help but lean into it, his tiny body trembling with explicit need. “You’re so fucking huge, Theo… don’t even know I’m here, do you?” His hands explored, tracing the contours of the giant’s skin, slick with sweat and impossibly smooth. Each subtle shift of Theo’s hips sent a jolt through Dylan, his own erection pressing against the fabric trapping him, the friction driving him wild. “Gonna get lost in you,” he panted, his voice raw, consumed by the intimate, dangerous thrill of being so close to Theo’s oblivious, godlike body.
Theo leaned forward to grab his water bottle, the movement briefly easing the pressure, but then he settled back, his glutes flexing as he relaxed. The briefs tightened again, pinning Dylan in place, and he groaned softly, overwhelmed by the raw power and explicit intimacy. “Keep sittin’ there, big guy,” Dylan murmured, his voice a mix of desperation and exhilaration. “I’m not going anywhere… fuck, I don’t even want to.”
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