Dylan’s breath came in short gasps as he clung to Theo’s abdomen, the warm, musky skin beneath him pulsing with life. The proximity to Theo’s groin was too intense, the massive cock a looming presence that sent a confusing mix of fear and curiosity through him. “I can’t stay here,” he muttered, his voice trembling. “Gotta find cover.”
A sudden beep-beep-beep from his wrist made him jump—his tiny alarm, flashing a warning. “Ten minutes?” he hissed, glancing at the display. “Ten minutes to get somewhere safe? You’ve got to be kidding!” The sound was inaudible to Theo, but it pushed Dylan to act, his eyes darting for a hiding spot.
Before he could move, a louder alarm blared—Theo’s phone, shrieking from the table. Theo groaned, his voice a deep vibration that shook Dylan’s perch. “Not again,” Theo muttered, reaching to silence it. “I’m already late, give me a break!” The motion tilted his body, and Dylan scrambled to hold on, his fingers digging into a coarse hair. “Easy, big guy!” he whispered, heart pounding.
Theo grabbed a shirt, muttering, “Gotta move, or I’m dead.” Dylan spotted his chance—the navel, a dark, warm indent just above his position. “That’ll do,” he said, crawling toward it. The skin sloped gently, the musky scent growing stronger as he neared the hollow. He slipped inside, the walls of the navel soft and slightly damp, cradling him in a cocoon of warmth. “This… is way too intimate,” he whispered, his voice raw as he sank into the flesh. The scent was overpowering, earthy and personal, and the faint pulse beneath made his skin tingle with a mix of fear and thrill.
Theo, oblivious, pulled on pants, the motion sending a faint tremor through the navel. Dylan’s alarm kept beeping, a constant reminder of his time limit. “Ten minutes to get out of here,” he muttered, peering up from the hollow. Theo’s body was a breathtaking sight—massive pectorals rising like hills, biceps bulging as he dressed, hairy legs stretching downward, and average feet shuffling as he hurried. The abs, not quite defined, flexed slightly, and Dylan couldn’t help but stare, caught by the sheer scale and power. “He’s… unreal,” he said, half-laughing. “And I’m stuck in his freaking belly button.”
With Theo’s movements growing frantic, Dylan had to decide: stay in the navel’s warm, intimate shelter, risking being trapped as Theo dressed, or climb out and face the chaos of the giant’s rush to class.
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