The crevice grew still, the rumbling fading into a soft, rhythmic pulse as James’s body relaxed. Dylan exhaled, slumping against the warm, puckered surface, the boxer fabric sagging slightly around him. “Whew, finally a breather,” he murmured, wiping sweat from his brow. “You done trying to gas me out, big guy? I’m not built for your fartpocalypse.”
He shifted, the heat and musk still heavy but less suffocating now. “Man, James, you’re a whole adventure park down here,” he said, patting the twitching skin with a mix of awe and exhaustion. “But if you’re settling down, maybe it’s time for me to find a less… lively spot to chill.” He glanced up at the towering cheeks, their weight looming as James seemed to drift toward sleep.
“Alright, big fella, you get your beauty rest,” Dylan whispered, his voice softening, a sly grin creeping in. “But don’t think I’m done exploring this giant playground of yours. I’m just catching my breath.” He nestled into a fold of fabric, the anus’s slow, steady pulses almost soothing now. “Night, you gassy titan. Don’t fart me into next week while I’m out.”
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