Dylan’s gaze locked on the shadowed dip of James’s boxers, where the fabric sagged toward the chasm of his ass. The musky scent was thicker there, a heady mix of sweat and raw, primal heat that made Dylan’s head swim. “Ass it is,” he whispered, his voice low and charged with a reckless thrill. His body buzzed with desire, the danger of the giant’s oblivious bulk only fueling his need to dive deeper into this forbidden world.
He scrambled left, his tiny hands gripping the coarse threads of the boxers as he descended into the crevice. The fabric grew warmer, damper, clinging to James’s skin, and Dylan’s heart pounded as he neared the epicenter. The air was heavy, saturated with the potent, earthy smell of James’s ass—a mix of sweat, skin, and something deeply intimate that sent a shiver through Dylan’s core. “Fuck, this is intense,” he muttered, his breath hitching as he pressed himself closer, the heat enveloping him like a cocoon.
The boxers tightened as James shifted slightly, the movement grinding the fabric against Dylan’s tiny frame. He gasped, his face brushing against the slick, warm skin of James’s crack. The texture was overwhelming—soft yet firm, slick with a sheen of sweat that coated Dylan’s hands and cheeks. “Oh, shit,” he groaned, his voice trembling with arousal. “This is… too much, but I want it.” He pushed deeper, his body sliding along the crevice, the musky heat searing his senses. Each inch was a plunge into intimacy, the giant’s body a vast, living landscape that pulsed with unaware power.
“God, you’re so… huge,” Dylan whispered, his hands exploring the contours of James’s skin, fingers tracing the subtle ridges where sweat pooled. The scent was dizzying now, raw and unfiltered, filling his lungs with every breath. He pressed his face closer, lips grazing the damp skin, a jolt of desire shooting through him as he tasted the salty tang. “Fuck, I shouldn’t… but I can’t stop,” he moaned, his body trembling with the thrill of being so utterly consumed by James’s presence.
James, still lost in his music and chips, let out a low hum, oblivious to the tiny figure buried in his crack. “Good vibes tonight,” he mumbled, crunching another chip, his hips shifting just enough to wedge Dylan tighter. The pressure was crushing yet exhilarating, pinning Dylan against the hottest, most intimate part of James’s ass. “Don’t move, big guy,” Dylan gasped, his voice a desperate, lust-drenched plea. “Just… stay right there.” His hands clawed at the skin, his body alive with the explicit, overwhelming rush of being so close, so hidden, in the giant’s unaware world.
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