half-laughing. “You’re gonna park this perfect ass for hours, aren’t you? I’m living the dream, but I can’t stay here forever.” Theo’s voice cut through, calm and focused. “Okay, let’s get studying,” he said, the words vibrating through Dylan’s world.
“Hours of this? Nah, I gotta get your attention,” Dylan said, his voice firm with resolve. An idea hit him, bold and risky but perfect for his predicament. “Tickling’s my ticket,” he murmured, eyes glinting. “You’re gonna feel me, Theo, one way or another.” Bracing himself, he reached for the sensitive skin of Theo’s crevice, his tiny fingers dancing furiously against the warm, smooth flesh, targeting the spot where the hairs grew sparse and the skin was most responsive.
At first, Theo didn’t react, his pen scratching steadily. Dylan doubled down, tickling with all his might. “Come on, big guy, squirm for me,” he urged, his voice a mix of mischief and determination. Finally, Theo twitched, a low “Hngh!” escaping him. “What’s that?” Theo muttered, his hips shifting, the movement yanking Dylan tighter for a dizzying moment.
“Yes!” Dylan whooped, only to yelp as a massive hand slipped into the underwear, fingers brushing his tiny form. “Here we go!” The fingers closed around him, gentle but firm, and Dylan was yanked into the cool air of the study room, blinking up at Theo’s stunned face. The giant’s dark eyes were wide, his expression more surprised than weirded out as he held Dylan between his thumb and forefinger.
“Whoa, dude, what?!” Theo exclaimed, his voice low but brimming with questions. “You’re… a tiny guy? How’d you end up in my underwear? Like, what’s the deal?” He leaned closer, his blush faint but noticeable, his curiosity outweighing any awkwardness.
Dylan grinned, unfazed by the giant’s scrutiny. “Hey, I’m Dylan,” he said, his tone light and flirty. “Got shrunk, weird accident. Ended up… well, in your underwear. Couldn’t exactly pick my landing spot.” He winked, skating over the truth of his reckless exploration. “You’ve got one hell of an ass, by the way. No complaints here.”
Theo blinked, then laughed, a deep, warm sound that made Dylan’s heart skip. “Shrunk? That’s nuts,” he said, setting Dylan on the desk beside his textbook. “And, uh, thanks? I guess?” He rubbed his neck, flustered but amused. “Man, you’re bold. I could’ve sat on you or something.”
“Lucky for both of us, you didn’t,” Dylan shot back, pacing the desk, his tiny form buzzing with energy. “So, what now, big guy? You gonna keep studying with me just chilling here?”
Theo glanced at his notes, sighing. “Yeah, I gotta study, exam’s coming up. But I’m not leaving you out in the open—someone might squash you.” He paused, a sheepish grin spreading. “So, uh… where do you wanna go? I could put you back in there,” he gestured toward his jeans, “or, like, somewhere else. Maybe closer to the front, near my… you know.” His blush deepened, but his eyes twinkled with a hint of playfulness.
Dylan’s eyebrows shot up, his grin widening. “Oh, you’re giving me options? Damn, Theo, you’re my kinda giant.” He tapped his chin, pretending to mull it over, though his pulse raced at the possibilities. “Back in the crack? Tempting. It’s warm, cozy, and—let’s be real—kinda hot. Or up front, near your cock? That’s… a whole other adventure.” He laughed, his attraction to Theo making both choices thrilling.
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