Dylan’s tiny hands gripped a coarse hair on Theo’s abdomen, his body trembling as he fought to steady himself. The skin beneath him was warm, taut, and faintly slick with sweat, its musky scent filling his lungs. “Gotta move,” he muttered, his voice raw. “Can’t stay this close to… that.” His eyes flicked downward, where Theo’s massive cock loomed, still semi-erect and far too near for comfort. The sight sent a flush through him, equal parts fear and fascination.
Suddenly, a sharp beep-beep-beep pierced the air—Dylan’s wrist device, a tiny alarm he’d set to track his exploration time. “Oh, crap!” he hissed, glancing at the glowing display. “Ten minutes left to get somewhere safe. Great timing, Dylan.” The sound was faint, inaudible to Theo, but it spurred him into action.
He scrambled upward, aiming for the broad expanse of Theo’s pectorals. The climb was grueling, the slope of Theo’s abdomen steepening as it rose toward his chest. Each hair was a lifeline, thick and prickly, and the skin’s warmth intensified, radiating like a furnace. “This guy’s a freaking volcano,” Dylan panted, his muscles burning. “Why’s he so… hot?” The double meaning made him cringe, but he couldn’t deny the electric thrill coursing through him.
As he neared the pectorals, a louder alarm blared—Theo’s phone, vibrating on the nearby table. Theo groaned, his deep voice rumbling through his body and making Dylan’s perch quake. “Seriously? Another reminder?” Theo muttered, leaning to grab the phone. The motion tilted his torso, and Dylan yelped, clinging to a hair as he slid sideways. “Whoa, whoa, easy, big guy!” he whispered, heart pounding.
Theo silenced the alarm, muttering, “Two minutes to get out the door. I’m so screwed.” He yanked a shirt from the floor, his massive biceps flexing as he moved, each muscle a rolling hill that dwarfed Dylan’s tiny frame. Dylan reached the pectorals, collapsing onto the firm, warm surface between them. The heartbeat beneath was a steady drum, its rhythm almost hypnotic, and the faint sheen of sweat made the skin glisten. “This… shouldn’t feel this good,” Dylan whispered, his voice trembling as he pressed himself against the flesh. The musky scent was stronger here, mingling with the heat, and he felt a rush of adrenaline and something deeper, more forbidden.
Theo, oblivious, pulled the shirt over his head, the fabric grazing Dylan’s position and threatening to dislodge him. “Gotta hold on,” Dylan muttered, his alarm still beeping faintly. “Ten minutes to find cover, or I’m toast.” He glanced around, the vast chest stretching like a plateau, the collarbone a distant ridge. Did he dare climb higher, toward the neck, where the pulse and warmth would be even more intense, or stay here, risking the chaos of Theo’s rush to class?
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