Grown Men

cheekbone, the heavy brow, the rough jaw. Their atoms swirled and blurred, entangling them. “We’ve—”
    Grown together.
    Without stopping to think, Runt crushed their lips together, pushing with his tongue inside Ox’s sweet mouth. He braced his hands on those impossible shoulders.
    Ox grunted in pleasure and lifted a powerful hand to cradle the back of his skull carefully.
    Runt pulled back, but only enough to say, “You’re still injured.”
    Ox’s brow furrowed into a question.
    “Why don’t we go to bed?”
    Ox took Runt’s hand to stand, and didn’t let go of it until he tugged his partner back home and onto their mattress as if the waiting hurt.

 
    There’s too much of him. I’m not big enough to make him feel good.
    Ox’s cock was ruddy purple-brown and painfully engorged, the foreskin retracted. Runt could barely get both hands around the shaft. He licked the wide side; there was no way to get the knob into his mouth.
    Size of a fucking apple.
    Runt blinked, his mind flicking through the known options. This is why homosex had always seemed pointless and perilous: a bit of fun, but where did anything go really? Being small gave everyone the wrong idea.
    Runt groaned in lust and frustration. He silently cursed at his shortcomings, then looked up at Ox, bracing for the disappointment there.
    Nope.
    Ox’s eyes shone gently, his face a shimmer of happy surprise. He nodded, once.
    Ox. Sweet Ox.
    He traced the immense erection jutting from Ox’s lap, his hands gentle and tentative.
    Ox’s broad torso rose and fell slowly as he kept his breath steady. Every brush against his cock made him twitch and shiver. He reached for Runt, but Runt pushed him back, pressed his hands down.
    Later. Let me learn you.
    Runt ran his hand up the shaft’s hot skin, mapping the veins. It was almost the size of his forearm. He gulped and tried not to panic. After all, creative solutions were what he did best.
    His giant partner blinked several times, and his larynx bobbed as he swallowed his surprise.
    Runt wrapped both hands around the straining flesh and milked the full length once, firmly. Un-fucking-real . He could feel the heartbeat pumping through the meaty shaft, and the firm tube running along its underside was wider than any of Runt’s fingers.
    Ox’s superhuman body shuddered appreciatively and his mouth widened as if screaming silently. His cock flexed and juice welled at the tip.
    Maybe he’d never been handled gently or pleasured at all. Maybe everyone had been too scared to learn how gentle he was.
    Everyone but me .
    Runt looked again at the enormous pole rising between them and tried to imagine anyone able to handle it. He’d just take his time.
    Ox cocked his craggy head, waiting for Runt to make a decision. He smiled.
    Runt smiled back and leaned forward. He licked up the underside and sucked at the crease just under the head, where the foreskin gathered into hot delicate folds. He held one of Ox’s fat nuts in his palm and stroked it softly, tickling the short hairs.
    Ox grunted appreciatively and spread his thighs wider so Runt could get to him. The hair on them scrubbed along Runt’s legs as he crawled closer.
    Using both hands and lube from his dispenser, Runt milked the titanic shaft. He sucked and chewed carefully at the underside of the head. His finger traced the wet hole at the crown.
    He thought about the slow, thoughtful caress Ox had used, polishing his pleasure like crystal. Tenderly, tenderly.
    Ox watched Runt worship his body. His mouth was open, and his cock was a smoldering spike under Runt’s mindful exploration. The slower, the more faint the pressure, the shorter Ox’s breath, the more rigid his need, the more electrifying his pleasure. His hands twisted and shook in the sheets, but he kept them where Runt had put them as if restrained.
    With nothing more than the tip of his tongue, Runt traced a vein from the base up the entire hard length to the roll of retracted skin behind the salty head. He paused there, just letting his breath graze the glossy surface for a few moments before rocking back onto his haunches.
    Sure enough, one pearl of precum swelled there and Runt touched it gently with his finger, then brought his finger to his own mouth to taste.
    Above him, Ox groaned.
    You said it.
    When Runt glanced up, he realized Ox was crying quietly, chewing at his lip. His heavy brow was wide with wonder as he watched every point of contact between their bodies like