The giant’s voice, low and gravelly, carried a dangerous edge, thick with desire. “You think you can just stir me up, little one?” he growled, stepping closer, his boots thudding against the earth. “That kiss… it’s woken something in me.”
Elias’s heart stuttered, his small frame shrinking under the weight of Torvald’s gaze. “W-woken something?” he squeaked, his voice barely a whisper, his cheeks flaring crimson. His wide eyes darted up, craning to meet the giant’s stare, his body feeling impossibly fragile next to Torvald’s hulking presence. “I—I didn’t mean to… I mean, I just…” He trailed off, his hands fidgeting at his sides, the memory of their kiss still tingling on his lips.
Torvald’s lips curled into a slow, almost feral smile, his eyes glinting with mischief and want. “Didn’t mean to?” he rumbled, crouching slightly, his massive form still looming as his face drew closer to Elias’s. “Your little mouth on mine says otherwise, boy.” His breath, warm and scented with pine, washed over Elias, making his knees wobble. “You’ve got me burning, Elias. And I’m not one to let a fire die easy.”
Elias swallowed hard, his pulse hammering as he stood rooted to the spot, barely reaching Torvald’s waist. “Burning?” he stammered, his voice cracking, a nervous laugh bubbling up. “You’re… you’re an 8-foot giant, Torvald! I’m just… me. Tiny. How am I doing this to you?” His hands gestured wildly to his small frame, then up to Torvald’s towering height, his blush deepening as he muttered to himself, First kiss, and now he’s looking at me like I’m his next meal!
Torvald’s chuckle was a deep, resonant quake, shaking the leaves around them. He reached out, his enormous hand moving with surprising care, fingers curling around Elias’s waist, lifting him effortlessly until they were eye to eye. Elias gasped, his stomach flipping as he dangled in the giant’s grip, his small hands grabbing at Torvald’s wrist for balance. “Tiny or not,” Torvald murmured, his voice a velvet growl, “you’ve got a spark that’s got me hooked.” His thumb brushed Elias’s side, the touch light but possessive, dwarfing Elias’s frame. “Feel that?” He leaned closer, his lips hovering near Elias’s, his eyes locked on him. “Want to taste it again. Deeper this time.”
Elias’s breath caught, his face burning as he stared into Torvald’s molten gaze. “D-deeper?” he whispered, his voice trembling with a mix of nerves and curiosity. His small hands tightened on Torvald’s wrist, his body buzzing with the thrill of being so completely held. “I… I don’t know if I can keep up with you,” he admitted, his lips twitching into a shaky smile. “But… I want to try.” His voice grew bolder, though it wavered. “Just… don’t break me, okay? You’re huge.”
Torvald’s grin widened, a flash of teeth that was both teasing and hungry. “Break you?” he rumbled, his free hand brushing a lock of hair from Elias’s flushed face, his fingers massive yet gentle. “I’d rather keep you close, little fire. Close enough to feel every shiver.” His voice dropped lower, intimate, as he pulled Elias nearer, his lips grazing Elias’s ear. “Say you want it, Elias. Or I’ll think you’re just playing with a giant’s heart.”
Elias’s heart raced, his body tingling from the warmth of Torvald’s breath. “I… I want it,” he said, his voice small but steady, his eyes shining with a mix of fear and excitement. “I’m scared I’ll get lost in you, Torvald, but… I don’t want to stop.” A nervous giggle escaped him, his tiny frame trembling in Torvald’s grasp. “Just… maybe go slow? For the tiny guy’s sake?”
Torvald’s laugh boomed, rich and warm, his eyes softening even as they burned. “Slow it is, then,” he promised, his blush deepening as he set Elias down gently, though his massive hand lingered, cupping Elias’s back like a shield. “But don’t think I’m done with you, little one. You’ve started something, and I’m not letting you slip away easy.” His tone was playful, but his gaze held a fierce promise, a lust that made Elias’s pulse thrum.
Elias grinned, wobbly but bold, his small stature dwarfed but his spirit alight. “Guess I’m in trouble then,” he teased, tipping his chin up to meet Torvald’s stare. “Good thing I like a challenge… even if it’s a giant one.”
Torvald’s eyes gleamed, and he leaned down, his voice a low, heated murmur. “Good. ‘Cause I’m keeping you close, Elias. Tiny or not, you’re mine to burn with.” His fingers ruffled Elias’s hair, the gesture tender but claiming, sealing the spark of something fierce and new between them.
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