Dylan’s world was a suffocating haze of heat and pressure, Theo’s bare skin pressing him relentlessly against the sensitive warmth of his hole. The musky air was thick, each shift of Theo’s weight sending a jolt through Dylan’s tiny frame. His heart thundered, a wild cocktail of fear and exhilaration surging through him. The raw intensity of the moment was overwhelming, yet there was an undeniable thrill in surviving this giant’s world.
“Stay calm,” Dylan whispered, his voice muffled against Theo’s skin. His hands pushed futilely, slipping against the slick warmth. “He doesn’t know I’m here… just gotta hold on.” Theo’s earthy scent filled his lungs, a potent reminder of his precarious situation.
Above, Theo frowned, shifting in the chair. “Why is this chair so comfortable today?” he muttered, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through Dylan’s bones. He squirmed slightly, the movement grinding Dylan deeper into the crevice, another soft pfft of tangy air hitting him full-force. Dylan stifled a gasp, his body trembling. Theo’s brow furrowed, and he shifted again, more deliberately this time, as if testing the sensation. “Seriously, what’s up with this thing?”
Dylan’s heart skipped as Theo’s weight suddenly lifted, the pressure vanishing in a rush of cool air. Before he could react, a massive hand slid behind Theo, fingers brushing against Dylan’s tiny form. The touch was overwhelming, and Dylan froze as the hand closed around him, lifting him free. The world spun, and suddenly he was in front of Theo’s face, cradled in an open palm. Theo’s eyes widened, his expression a mix of shock and amusement as he took in the tiny figure.
“Oh, that’s why it was so comfortable,” Theo said, a grin spreading across his face. “I was using your face as a cushion and farting on you. Sorry about that.” He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand, his naked frame relaxed and unselfconscious.
Dylan, catching his breath, managed a shaky grin. “Yeah, you should be sorry. That kind of hurt, you know.”
Theo’s grin faltered, his brows knitting together. “Whoa, why so hostile? I said sorry, dude.”
Dylan exhaled, steadying himself. “Sorry, I just… wasn’t prepared for that reaction. I’m Dylan.” He gestured vaguely, still disoriented from the ordeal.
“Theo,” the giant replied, nodding. His expression softened, but curiosity flickered in his eyes. “So, uh, how’d you end up under my bare ass, Dylan?”
Dylan sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Long story short, I was exploring, got caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. Didn’t expect to end up… you know, there.”
Theo chuckled, shaking his head. “Man, I didn’t even notice you. Sorry about that, really. But, uh…” He glanced down at himself, still completely naked, then back at Dylan in his palm. “I don’t know where to put you now. Any ideas?”
Dylan hesitated, a mix of nerves and something else—curiosity, maybe—stirring in his chest. He cleared his throat, his voice steadier now. “Look, your ass wasn’t that bad, okay? But maybe next time, don’t add so much pressure. And, uh, the farts? Kinda intense, but… I’m not gonna lie, I was getting used to ‘em. I mean, I was just under there, and you did say it was comfortable.”
Theo’s eyes widened, a surprised laugh bursting out. “Wait, what? You’re saying you’re into that?” He grinned, clearly amused but intrigued, leaning closer to study Dylan’s tiny form.
Dylan shrugged, a nervous grin tugging at his lips. “I’m just saying, if you know I’m there, maybe we can make it work. You know, ease into it.”
Theo raised an eyebrow, his grin turning playful. “Alright, Dylan, you’re full of surprises. You sure about this?” He shifted his hand, carefully maneuvering Dylan back toward his chair. “Gonna go slow this time, like you said.”
Dylan’s heart raced as Theo gently lowered him back to the chair, positioning him carefully beneath his bare form. Theo eased down slowly, his weight settling with deliberate care, the warmth of his hole enveloping Dylan once more but with less crushing force. The musky air returned, familiar yet now tinged with a strange sense of mutual awareness. A low rumble vibrated through Theo’s body, and a soft, warm pfft followed, the tangy gust washing over Dylan. This time, it wasn’t overwhelming—Theo was clearly holding back, making it more bearable.
“Like that?” Theo’s voice rumbled above, laced with a teasing edge. “Gotta say, you’re a weird one, Dylan, but I’m not complaining.”
Dylan, nestled in the warm, intimate space, let out a shaky laugh, his senses buzzing with the surreal thrill. “Yeah, that’s… better. Just keep it chill, big guy.” The heat, the scent, the gentle pressure—it was still intense, but now it felt like a shared moment, a bizarre connection between them. Dylan relaxed slightly, letting himself lean into the experience, knowing Theo was aware and taking care.
Theo chuckled, settling back carefully. “Alright, little dude. Let’s see how this goes.”
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