Chapter two: Settling In

Korey breathed heavily, his chest rising and falling against the crooking corner of Joel's nose and cheeks. He felt a pleasant hum of energy that still coursed through his limbs. A drunken lightness in his head translated the experience to a deep-blooming elation. He felt almost giddy as he lay there, taking enthralled in the pleasures of the past few minutes, excitedly groping at what the ensuing hours would bring.

Joel had been telling the truth. Clearly. Korey picked himself up slightly, feeling his seat sink slightly and realizing he was sitting on Joel's smiling lips. He was just under six inches tall by now, and Joel's body lay before him, a breathing plane of cotton and denim and arousal. His thoughts began to swim with the implications of this shift in scale when Joel began to speak.

"Taking it all in?" Joel teased. His words brought shifting rolls to Korey's seat, the spread and lift of the lips that formed his seat causing Korey to reach suddenly for balance, his palms slapping fruitlessly against Joel's philtrum. Joel chuckled at this, continuing, "Sorry to spook you. You're safe. Here, hold still. I'm going to pick you up."

Joel's right hand found him before Korey had time to fully process what was coming. His palm exploded suddenly across Korey's vision, his thumb closing around Korey's back as his index finger curled around his chest in a sure, firm bar. Korey instinctively reached his hands up to his chest, gripping Joel's knuckle as if he had formed some sort of roller coaster for him. His stomach surged and his vision blurred with the sudden acceleration and elevation as Joel lifted.

Joel moved Korey as slowly and surely as he could, but the experience was dizzying. Korey whirled in Joel's grip, his naked legs dangling, as Joel crooked his wrist to bring them face to face. Korey floated in Joel's grip, inches from Joel's face, basking in the stupid grin that had settled there. He looked utterly smug as he considered the tiny man in his hands.

"This is unreal," Korey started, not loosening his grip on Joel's finger. He could feel himself growing hard again at this reinforcement of scale, the realization of what Joel had likely meant by "my turn" finally washing over him. "I'm so fucking glad I swiped right."

Joel laughed again, the low rumble shuddering his hand, twitching Korey in his grip. "Me too, you look cute up there. I think you'd look a lot cuter on my dick though. What do you think?"

Korey's throat had gone dry in excitement and awe. He nodded, failing to find words before offering a simple, "Yes please."

"Off you go, then." Joel swung his arm in an arc, air rushing in Korey's ears as he white-knuckled the index finger that supported him. Joel's hand lowered over his chest, letting Korey fall the last inch of the trip to his body in a clumsy tumble.

Korey landed on Joel in an awkward splay of limbs. He rose to his hands and knees, facing upwards and searching for Joel's eyes. He found them, cast downwards at a deep angle, Joel's head set behind his shoulders like a great grinning sun.

He looked down at his own feet, ankle deep in the wiry brush of Joel's chest hair. Korey eyed down Joel's body from his perch atop his chest: at the base of his diaphragm – rising and dropping in a gentle tide as Joel breathed around him – he sloped downward, the incline swift but shallow before evening onto the gentle plane of stomach. A trickle of hair ran down from the pool of Joel's chest, marching in a thin line over his midsection and vanishing beneath the border of denim that halted Korey's view. Joel's hand was there, running firm circles over the pressing linework of his erection. Korey noted a slight upwards rise and drop at Joel's hips as his hands worked himself over, his glutes flexing and hips rising gently in reflexive reaction to his teasing.

Korey padded across Joel’s chest, his feet marking the transition from the sure flooring of breastplate to the softer, clumsier trek over stomach. His balance wavered once, as Joel’s stomach twitched sharply in response to his tickling steps, but he held his footing and considered the landscape before him: the mundane made alien by this new perspective.

Joel raised his hips slightly as he popped the button of his jeans. His hands slid to his hips, sliding the denim from his body as he worked his jeans down him. He was boxers, soft blue and patterned with cartoony clouds. Korey was passing over Joel’s navel as he removed his pants, and the wave of warmth that washed over him carried the earthy scents of his arousal. Korey continued his trip over Joel’s stomach as Joel’s hand returned to the mast in his boxers, swirling and pressing in teasing circles. 

Korey’s feet finally crossed from the fuzzy plush of Joel’s stomach onto the firm pleat of his underwear’s waistband. Joel’s hand slowed in its massaging teases around his covered shaft at Korey’s arrival, his right hand descending to the base of his cock, supporting its ascension to its full height. Korey stepped forward, careful not to trip in the folds of the fabric, and placed his hands out at the monolith before him. Joel’s arousal carried his cock over Korey’s head by at least a full inch. Heat radiated from his groin, dizzying waves of aromatic warmth washing over Korey as he let his hands rise and fall along its length. 

Korey reached around it, wrapping Joel in a firm embrace. It fit in his arms as Joel himself might have at his original height, and Korey stepped into the hug. He felt a twinge of pleasure shoot through Joel’s erection at his embrace, its kicking rhythm threatening to part the soft folds of his boxer’s fly. Joel, taking the hint, lifted his right hand from the base of his cock and undid the button of his fly, the tension of his erection straining against the unbuttoned fabric instantly overwhelming it.

Korey took balls of the fabric into his hands and tugged, pulling the covering of Joel’s underwear off of his dick as one might a tablesheet. Joel’s hand once again swirled down his shaft in a teasing pump, rising once again from its base before settling again. Korey could already see the head of his dick darkening above him, feeling the pressure and aching for release in the empathetic pulses of his own erection. He stepped forward again, pressing himself bodily against the heat of Joel’s cock, and let himself slide down its length. Settling into a squat, Korey began to plant kisses around the base of Joel’s dick, tasting the warm salt of his flesh, the gentle, earthy sweetness of his early arousal. He continued to plant hungry kisses as he rose from his squat, squeezing bodily as he rose against its length.

Korey repeated this motion, pumping the enormous penis with the entirety of his body in slow, deliberate squats. He could feel Joel raising and lowering his hips in restrained pleasure. There was a tangible pressure building in Joel’s erection, a pulse thrumming through it that quickened with each pump. Korey tried to deepen his squats and accelerate his pace, but his motions were nowhere near what he could accomplish at his usual size. He was working Joel with the entirety of his body, beginning to sweat with exertion against the heat of his dick, failing to achieve the rhythm that a human-scale hand or mouth could easily step through. 

An idea struck: On a particularly low squat, Korey steadied his feet and rose with a springing jump. He rose a few inches up Joel’s erection and gripped tight with his thighs, reaching his hands for the soft, sensitive head of his cock, and pulling himself upwards. His abs tightened and his thighs began to burn as he locked himself around Joel, finally placing himself high enough to access the head of Joel’s dick. He had rotated around to face Joel in this motion, and could see the intensity of his arousal on the face that loomed down at him.

Joel’s thighs rose around him now, his knees piercing the sky as he continued to rise and fall with the rhythm of Korey’s pumps. His hands gripped at his thighs, his right periodically straying to tug at his balls while Korey worked. He eyed his tiny lover at this new position, smirking playfully as he watched Korey scramble to climb his penis. Korey smiled back, briefly, before turning his attention back to the heat of the reddening flesh that crested Joel’s cock. He leaned in, losing sight of Joel’s head for his other, and began to place firm, slurping kisses all over his glans. 

Joel sucked in a sharp breath at the first of Korey’s kisses, allowed a hushed “oh, fuck” to escape from his lips. His right hand quickly shot to the base of his erection, his index, middle, and ring fingers loosely opposing his thumb in a hasty encirclement of its base. Korey, encouraged, continued to kiss hungrily at his glans, letting his free left hand sweep teasing circles around the moistening tip. A trickle of arousal had begun to emerge from Joel, running steadily as Korey continued to work him up. 

Korey’s thighs were burning with the strain of holding him, and he locked his ankles together in an attempt to remain stuck in position. He was sliding, though, and knew that he couldn’t maintain this motion for much longer. He continued to plant kisses, trying to work the bulk of his erection with his shoulders, but unable to establish a pumping rhythm without feet on the ground. His hand found Joel’s urethra and teased gently at its lips, earning another sharp breath from Joel and a twitching kick from his cock. Korey lost his balance with this and slid bodily down Joel’s shaft, landing in a tidy heap atop Joel’s encircling hand. 

As if in waiting, Joel’s fingers began to curl around him the instant Korey landed upon them. Before Korey could fully process what was happening, he was pinned bodily against Joel’s cock, rising against it. A downburst of slick lubricant met him on his ascent as Joel primed himself for his work. Joel’s grip was firm and sure, though not oppressive in its pressure. Korey rose and fell in Joel’s hand in a slow, deliberate pull along his cock. Joel was working himself slowly now, easing them into the rhythm of their tandem labor. Korey could feel his own erection against Joel’s, sliding up and down as Joel dragged him along. 

The pressure around Korey grew as Joel’s pace accelerated. His vision blurred as he tried to take in the rest of the room from his shifting vantage. He was drenched in lubricating gel, and had to angle his face away from the intense heat of Joel’s erection to gulp at air near the peaks of his pumps. The squishing squelches of lubricated pounding was deafening. He was less of an agent of Joel’s pleasure than an instrument for it at this point, crooked in Joel’s muggy grip as he carried himself through deepening exhilaration.  His own arousal grew at this thought, at this visceral achievement of a long-held, never-planned fantasy. 

Joel’s hips rose and dropped in two quick kicks. He offered a breathy “oh, fuck, Korey I’m so close, can you take it?” Korey tried to respond and realized the impossibility of the task. He was pinned against Joel’s cock, gliding bodily against it. He could neither escape Joel’s hand for long enough to signal assent nor would his voice carry across the vast space between the site of his service and Joel’s ears. He was simply along for the ride by now, and trusted that Joel would understand that.

Korey’s answer came quickly, as Joel rolled his hand out and exposed Korey’s soaked form to the frigid bite of the room’s cold. He was splayed across the open palm of Joel’s right hand, recovering from the sudden deceleration, when Joel’s left came for him. His finger and thumb pushed between Korey’s arms, aided by the cooling lube that clung to him all over, and pinched gently. Korey clung to Joel’s knuckles with slippery hands, his stomach flipping with the sudden ascent. 

Joel’s right hand returned to its pumping while his left lifted Korey over his glans. Korey reached out to touch the head, alive with thrumming pressure, the plush of its tip belying the rigidity beneath. Joel shifted his hold, allowing Korey easier access to the sensitive round of his glans, and reached out to encircle the tip with his arms. He planted long, suckling kisses across it, slurping at the body-heated mixture of arousal and lube that coarsed over him. He was vaguely aware of Joel’s breathing beyond him, growing heavier and including more of his voice, as the drumming beneath him grew in frenzied vigor.

“Korey-” Joel started, fruitlessly, before his hips kicked and his pumping reached a new height. He shifted his hold on Korey, bringing him up and astraddle his glans as he erupted. Korey gripped instinctively at Joel’s tip with his thighs, his hands continuing to work circles around the bursting cock, his weight still held by the finger encircling his chest. Joel continued his pumping in exaggerated pulls as rivulets of cum coarsed out of him, jumping forth from between Korey’s legs and coating him as it arced up and then crashed onto Joel’s stomach, taught in exertion. 

Korey, drenched in Joel, felt his partner’s hold vanish, and began to fall. The slick coating of his seat caught him in a slide down Joel’s shaft, riding the torrent of cum down his cock and landing on his back with a wet thud Joel’s scrotum. He watched the enormous column before him continue its orgasm, Joel’s slick hand slowing in pleasured collapse as he drained himself. 

Before Korey could collect himself he was in motion again, the index finger of Joel’s left hand encircling his chest and lifting him dizzyingly up and over his bodyscape. Joel carried Korey towards his sleepy, lopsided grin. Air rushed in Korey’s ears, his face cold as it rapidly dried, and he searched Joel’s hungry eyes as they occupied more and more of his vision. Korey wondered idly as he noted that his trajectory in Joel’s hand was too low to hold eye contact for long. 

Joel’s voice came to Korey alongside gusts of hot, humid air and memories of vodka. “You took to that quickly, hm?” He was practically whispering, though Korey’s head swam with his words just the same. “Bit of a sticky mess you left, though.” His grin returned, playful and knowing, and he carried Korey closer still to his lips. “Let’s fix that.”

Arousal roared in thrumming pulses through Korey’s body. He knew what was coming, and before he could offer a playful retort Joel’s lips were parting and he was pressing towards them. Joel met him in a heavy kiss, his lips puckering to swallow Korey’s face and head. He passed through, into the humid air of his mouth, aided still by the fluids drying in his hair and across his body. 

There was a suckling pull to Joel’s kiss, and the weight of his hand vanished as the tidal force of his mouth drew Korey in deeper. Korey felt Joel’s lips seal, firm and soft and unyielding, around his hips. The wet plane of his tongue rose to wash over him. Korey was suddenly submerged as Joel’s saliva welled up at the front of his mouth, plunging him into a warm pool that suddenly picked up a fierce tide as Joel worked a swallow down. The pillowy press of his enormous, clumsy tongue was a powerful pressure over Korey’s and torso, clearly searching for tastes of the cum that Korey had entered the space soaked in. For a moment Korey felt a panic well up inside of him as the hold of Joel’s lips gave slightly, edging Korey along bodily in the force of his swallow. The warm vice of his mouth returned around Korey’s knees, though, and he held sure, strewn stomach down on the bed of Joel’s tongue and gasping for breath.

Korey’s eyes had only just begun to adjust to the intense darkness of the space when he registered Joel’s fingers return to gently pinch at his exposed legs. His mouth parted slightly to permit Korey egress as he slid him over his tongue and out of his mouth. Korey was - again - entirely soaked, though as the familiar grip of the room’s chill air returned he could tell that he’d dry into a much less sticky mess this time around. 

Joel offered another kiss, gentler this time, though still enveloping Korey’s face, as he drew him away from his mouth. Korey kissed back, wondering how aware Joel could be of the effort. He reached out to place his hands on either side of Joel’s puckered mouth to emphasize his participation in the practice.

Joel deposited Korey gently on his chest. The bite of the room’s cold was growing sharper as he air-dried, and Korey found himself deeply grateful for the heat radiating from Joel’s bare body. Doubly so when Joel’s hand, warm and dry, fell across him in a gently petting motion, both trapping heat and radiating its own. 

“That was amazing, little friend,” Joel cooed, shifting slightly to cup Korey’s grip in his chest. He settled down into more of a lying position, fluffing the pillow with one hand to prop himself up while maintaining slow, gentle movements to avoid jostling Korey too much. As the excitement of the exchange began to settle Korey took stock of the dull throb of his muscles. The intoxicating heat radiating off of Joel added weight to his eyelids. He wriggled under Joel’s hand, planting a soft kiss on the pad of his fingertip. 

“I’m down for round two any time,” Korey attempted, succumbing to a yawn mid sentence that belied the point. 

Joel chuckled warmly, his chest bouncing under Korey. His heartbeat was a hypnotic pulse beneath him, the drumbeats adding further to the weight of his eyelids. He fought to keep them open as Joel spoke.

“There’ll be plenty of time for that, but I think you should get some sleep. How about I throw something on for us to watch while we drift off?” He fumbled on the nightstand for something, and the TV on the far side of the bed awoke in a soft blue haze.

Korey’s eyes closed as the screen darkened and a red ‘N’ illuminated the screen. His sleep was deep and restorative, and his dreams were filled with the potential futures that the night had awakened.