Matt barely had time to catch his breath, still buzzing from the intensity of climbing Ryan’s body, when Ryan’s smirk took on a mischievous edge. “Nah, no breaks yet, little guy,” he said, his voice low and playful. “I’m picking the next spot.” Before Matt could respond, Ryan shifted on the bed, the mattress creaking under his weight. With a swift, deliberate motion, he tugged his gym shorts and underwear down, letting them pool around his knees. His bare skin gleamed in the dorm’s soft light, and the air grew thick with the raw, musky scent of his body—sweat, heat, and something distinctly Ryan.
Ryan lay back, propping himself on his elbows, and gently placed Matt on the sensitive strip of skin between his balls and his asshole. The area was a warm, humid valley, the skin slightly textured and radiating an intense heat. The scent was overwhelming—earthy, primal, a mix of sweat and Ryan’s natural musk that hit Matt like a wave. Instead of recoiling, Matt felt a strange pull. The rawness of it, the sheer aliveness of Ryan’s body, drew him in. He pressed his tiny hands into the skin, feeling the subtle give, and dug in, his fingers sinking slightly as he began to climb.
“Fuck, Matt,” Ryan murmured, his voice a low rumble, tinged with pleasure. “I can feel you down there. You’re… bold as hell.” His body shifted slightly, the muscles flexing, and Matt felt a faint tremor beneath him—a sign Ryan was enjoying this as much as Matt was.
Matt’s heart pounded, his tiny body buzzing with adrenaline and something deeper. The heat enveloped him, the scent filling his senses, and he found himself pressing closer, almost burrowing into the warm skin. It was intimate, forbidden, and thrilling. “This is… a lot,” he said, his squeaky voice muffled but laced with awe. “You’re… everywhere.”
Ryan chuckled, the sound vibrating through his body, making the skin beneath Matt quiver. “You’re killing it, little guy. Dig in. I like it.” His tone was warm, encouraging, but there was a husky edge that sent a shiver through Matt.
Matt explored further, his hands trailing along the sensitive skin, feeling the subtle shifts as Ryan’s body responded. The area was a landscape of its own—warm, slightly slick with sweat, and pulsing with life. Matt reached the edge of Ryan’s asshole, the puckered skin twitching faintly under his touch. He hesitated, then pressed forward, his curiosity outweighing his nerves. Ryan let out a soft hum, his body tensing slightly, and Matt felt a rush of connection, their shared intensity binding them in the moment.
After a few moments, Ryan’s massive hand descended, his fingers precise as they scooped Matt up, lifting him from the warm valley. He held Matt in his palm, his blue eyes glinting with approval and a hint of mischief. “Alright, adventurer,” Ryan said, his voice thick with warmth. “That was… something else. What’s next? Your call, or mine.” He leaned closer, his breath washing over Matt. “We could go back to my chest, let you wrestle with my abs again. Or maybe you wanna explore my cock more—get up close, feel it move. Or…” His smirk widened. “We could try something new. I’ve got a bottle of lube in the drawer. Could make things… slicker.”
Matt’s cheeks flushed, his tiny body buzzing with possibilities. Each option was daunting, exhilarating, and laced with the same intimate connection that had defined their adventure. “I… uh…” he stammered, his voice shaky but eager. “Those all sound… wild.”
Ryan laughed, his abs flexing. “Take your time, little guy. We’ve got all night.” He shifted, setting Matt on his thigh, the warm muscle a familiar landscape now. “So, what’s it gonna be?”
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