Aug 15
The titanic finger descended, its owner bemusedly intending to give the tiny an affectionate poke. The giant was surprised when the little guy grabbed the finger with both hands, desperate for the giant’s affections. The tiny looked on with questioning eyes, his expression begging for permission.
“KISS,” the giant relented, his voice gentle but booming. The tiny, eager to please, went to work - he kissed and licked the finger, losing himself in the task. He hadn’t even noticed that he was running out of breath until the gentle finger lifted, lightly dripping with the tiny’s own kisses.
“GOOD TOY.”