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After years of being the strong one trying to hold his family together, he finally found someone that could watch over him, that person being his boyfriend Argyle, who was much taller than he was and always had the right words to say. Jonathan likes feeling small. In fact, he loves it.
Despite how Jonathan himself isn't that tall or large, he's always been the bigger person, both literally and not. He was the one to hold his smaller siblings and his mother to comfort them. And Nancy has always been a tiny woman. He can finally be on the other end of that comfort.
At first, this desire just manifested in more innocent ways: snuggling on Argyle's lap during movie nights and jokingly asking to be carried from time to time. But then, it evolved. Soon, Jonathan's mind starts to be flooded with fantasies.
Ones where Argyle picks him up and fucks him against the nearest wall like he weighs nothing. Or Argyle easily holds him down with only one hand, not bothered by Jonathan's squirming and struggling as he towers over him.
But Jonathan hasn't told Argyle any of this. He seldom opens up about anything sex-related unless he's too horny or high to be embarrassed. However, Argyle is much more observant than he gives him credit for.
Being the curious person he is, Argyle makes it his mission to learn more about this. The taller definitely notices how Jonathan pretends to be annoyed when teased about being his tiny boyfriend or a puny twig. He gets that practiced grimace on his face, but the spark in his eye is anything but angry, silently begging for more instead.
When this plan is implemented, the pair are cuddling, shoulder to shoulder, both high, in the back of Argyle's van.
"I love you," Argyle starts, throwing his arm around Jonathan and turning his head to kiss his hair. Jonathan giggles at nothing.
"Love you too," the smaller says. But Argyle isn't done. He turns his body to face the other, throwing an arm over his waist.
"You're such a cute little thing," Argyle says softly, and the effect is immediate. Jonathan's eyes widen a hair, his cheeks tinged pink. "My tiny, precious boyfriend." Jonathan whimpers softly, and the outline of his erection is visible through his jeans.
"Damn, that got you that worked up, baby boy?" Argyle teases, and Jonathan turns his head away.
"Shut up. It's just… I like that you're bigger than me." Jonathan's voice is a whisper, but Argyle heard it all anyway. He nudges the other to keep going. "The idea that you could do things to me, make me do things because you're taller and stronger is… really fucking hot."
"Oh," Argyle says softly, "So, what I'm hearing is that you want to be my little bitch, huh?" Argyle yanks Jonathan towards him, so they're chest to chest, not breaking a sweat. Jonathan moans breathily.
"Yes, yes, please," Jonathan begs, and Argyle chuckles.
"Such a needy little slut…." Argyle's hands start to trail down Jonathan's back, ending at his ass, squeezing it through his pants. Jonathan desperately tries to buck his hips against the other, but he is firmly held in place.
Argyle flips them over, so Jonathan is on his back against the van's floor, holding the smaller down with his weight. Jonathan writhes under him, clawing at his sides to get some leverage and reveling in the fact that he isn't getting any.
"Easy now, baby boy," Argyle scolds softly, taking Jonathan's hand and pinning them at his sides. Jonathan makes a noise somewhere between a whine and a moan. Argyle towers over Jonathan, taking up his entire vision. His long, black hair acts like a curtain around Jonathan's face, blocking out every part of the world except Argyle, the one controlling, protecting him, and taking care of him.
Argyle grins and cocks his head, noticing Jonathan's trance-like state. The slighter has stopped trying to fight, letting himself be manhandled. The taller moves Jonathan's hands above his head, releasing them to start pulling both of their shirts away. Jonathan stays put, only moving his arms when Argyle does it for him to work his shirt off.
"Such a good little boy," Argyle praises, and Jonathan whimpers, his hips rising slightly. Argyle places his hand on Jonathan's wrists, easily holding both of them. He leans down, nipping and biting at Jonathan's exposed chest and neck, leaving small hickeys along his collarbone.
"Please, Argyle, please," Jonathan whispers breathlessly, squirming in his hold. Argyle responds by tightening his grip and pinning him down harder, humming in disapproval.
"I've got you, baby boy." Jonathan whimpers but stops struggling.
"I'm sorry…." Jonathan says softly, but Argyle kisses the apology away.
"Stay still for me, okay, baby boy?" Argyle asks, and Jonathan nods readily, not moving an inch when the other removes his hands and moves back to mess with the buttons on his jeans.
Argyle removes the garments slowly and deliberately, brushing his hand against Jonathan's aching cock. The smaller gasps and jerks his hips but only for a second before bracing himself and staying still again. Soon, both boys are naked, with Jonathan still at Argyle's mercy, just how they both need it.
Jonathan yelps as he's grabbed by the hips, lifted, and shoved against the van's wall, the vehicle rocking slightly. Argyle holds him there, slotting himself between Jonathan's legs, supporting the other with his thighs. A moan is torn from his as his back sting slightly at the impact.
Jonathan can't tear his gaze away from the other's face, even as the distinctive pop of the bottle of lube reaches his ears. He gasps but still doesn't look away as a cold finger penetrates him.
"Gotta get you nice and ready for my massive cock, huh, baby boy?" Argyle asks, licking his lips, fucking Jonathan on the single digit. "I don't know if your tiny body can even take it." Jonathan moans, arching his back. Argyle adds a second finger, stretching him more.
"Please, Argyle, please, fucking break me with your cock!" Jonathan begs desperately as a third finger is added. Argyle thrusts his fingers in and out of Jonathan faster.
But then Jonathan is empty, and the boy could cry because of it. Argyle notices, shushing him and kissing both eyelids. The taller grabs his cock with one hand, slowly guiding it into Jonathan's waiting hole. Once the tip is in, he places one hand on Jonathan's hip and pins his wrists with the other. He slowly thrusts his hips until he is bottomed out.
"Ready, baby boy?" Argyle whispers, leaning in and nipping Jonathan's ear.
"Yes, yes, please…." Jonathan begs, slightly tugging against Argyle's hold, but the other doesn't move.
Argyle finally starts to move his hips, thrusting hard and deep. Jonathan's head falls back as he moans, the sound bouncing off the van's walls.
"So fucking tight…." Argyle grunts, "Feels like I'll tear your little ass." Jonathan struggles harder against the hand trapping his wrists, wanting and needing to touch or do anything.
"Yes! Rip me apart!" Jonathan shouts, gasping with every thrust. Argyle chuckles darkly.
"Oh, I will," Argyle says lowly, "I'll rip you apart, fucking you so hard, leaving an impression of my cock inside you. You won't be complete without me rearranging your guts!"
Jonathan is too lost in his pleasure to respond verbally, just whining harder, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he pants hard. His cock is dark red, just about ready to explode.
"A-Argyle!" Jonathan shouts to warn of his approaching orgasm, but the other has already picked up on that.
"I'm going to cum so deep inside you, baby boy, you're going to be tasting me all day. Your little body will be overflowing." Argyle's words are enough to push Jonathan over the edge.
Jonathan cums explosively, covering Argyle's stomach with a loud moan, his body going stiff and straining against his grip. But Argyle still doesn't release his wrists, holding so tight, it's almost painful, and his nails start to dig into the sensitive skin. But the sparks of pain only increase the sensations of his climax.
Argyle cums from the increased tightness, filling Jonathan with his semen. His groan is muffled into Jonathan's shoulder.
The pair slowly starts to separate, moving to cuddle, naked, on the van floor. Argyle holds Jonathan against his chest, wrapping around him. He pets the smaller's hair, occasionally kissing his hair.
"Thank you… Love you…" Jonathan mumbles, sounding half-asleep.
"Of course, bro. Love you too."