Dylan notices the slight tilt of James’s arm, revealing the shadowed hollow of his armpit—a warm, secluded space that seems both dangerous and strangely inviting. The faint scent of sweat and skin drifts toward him, and despite his hesitation, Dylan’s curiosity wins out. “Okay, this is crazy,” he whispers, “but I gotta check it out. Just for a second.”
He crawls along the chest, reaching the edge of the pec where the armpit begins. The skin here is softer, slightly damp, and the coarse hairs form a dense thicket that Dylan navigates like a jungle. The heat is intense, the air thick with James’s natural scent, and Dylan feels a rush of adrenaline as he burrows deeper, pressing himself against the warm flesh. “This is… intense,” he mutters, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and fascination. But then, James’s arm twitches, threatening to close the space and trap Dylan in the humid confines
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