Theo settled deeper into the chair, the creak of the wood blending with a contented sigh as he leaned back, oblivious to Dylan pinned beneath him. The heat of Theo’s bare skin was all-encompassing, Dylan’s tiny body pressed tight against the sensitive warmth of Theo’s hole. The musky air was thick, each subtle shift of Theo’s weight sending a pulse of pressure through Dylan’s frame. His heart raced, a wild mix of fear and exhilaration coursing through him, the raw intimacy of the moment overwhelming yet strangely thrilling.
“Holy crap, this is intense,” Dylan whispered, his voice barely a breath, muffled against Theo’s skin. His hands pressed futilely against the slick warmth, fingers slipping as he tried to find leverage. “Gotta stay calm… he doesn’t know I’m here. Just… ride it out.” The words were more for himself, a mantra to keep panic at bay. Theo’s scent—earthy, potent, and unapologetically human—filled his lungs, and Dylan’s senses buzzed with the primal reality of his predicament.
Theo, meanwhile, grabbed his phone from the desk, scrolling lazily. “Ugh, too many notifications,” he muttered, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the chair and into Dylan’s bones. He shifted slightly, the movement grinding Dylan deeper into the crevice, another soft pfft escaping him. The warm, tangy gust hit Dylan full-force, and he stifled a gasp, his body trembling. “Man, this chair’s comfier than I thought,” Theo said, chuckling as he adjusted his position, oblivious to the tiny figure trapped below.
“Comfy for you, maybe,” Dylan hissed under his breath, his voice tinged with a shaky grin. The heat, the pressure, the sheer closeness—it was all too much, yet he couldn’t deny the strange thrill of surviving this giant’s world. “Come on, big guy, give me a break… move already.” His tiny hands pushed again, slipping against the slick skin, but Theo showed no sign of budging. Another shift, another low rumble from Theo’s gut, and Dylan braced himself as a fresh wave of musky warmth washed over him.
“Protein shakes, man,” Theo mumbled, shaking his head as he tapped at his phone. “Gotta cut back.” He leaned forward slightly, easing the pressure for a fleeting moment, and Dylan sucked in a desperate breath. “There’s my shot,” Dylan whispered, eyeing the sliver of space. But before he could move, Theo settled back, the full weight returning, pinning Dylan once more against the overwhelming heat of his hole.
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