#soft pred

So the pred nervously agrees, and then decides they really like doing this and don't wanna let their friend out for a while

Giant Billy x tiny Steve

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It's raining heavily for the first time in months.

The clear sky had darkened quickly, pleasant blue skies becoming overtaken by dull grey clouds which opened up to drench the world below.

Unfortunately for Steve he had left his umbrella at home. It had only taken one large droplet to soak Steve though to the bone. Not that he's suprised by that. It's to be expected when you're only four inches tall.

Sure, being tiny has its perks but dealing with the weather is not one of them. It's very easy for tinies to overheat, get cold quickly and such but the worst comes with the rain.

It's not unheard of for a tiny to be swept away by a sudden rainfall, disappear down a weather drain or god forbid, drown in a shallow pool of rainwater.

Steve's usually cautious of the weather, but today it slipped his mind. Today he hadn't checked the forecast and now he's dealing with the consequences.

His clothes are heavy where they hang off of his frame, the fabric sticks to his skin and makes him feel cold and clammy.

He should be paying more attention to where he's walking, but his mind drifts and wanders, excited at the prospect of getting home. Already stuck on the idea of warming up by the fire or maybe he'd heat up some of the stew he made from the night before, that would certainly warm him up.

Steve's thrown from his thoughts as the floor beneath his foot disappears, sending him forwards into a dip in the path that he hadn't noticed. A puddle. Cold water envelopes him as his body hits the surface. He coughs and sputters as he resurfaces, legs kicking in a desperate attempt to keep himself above water.

Steve swims to the edge of the puddle, clawing at the rough concrete wall as he tries to pull himself back up onto the path. But it's useless and he slips back into the water. "Help!" He cries out through a rough cough "I'm stuck!"

To his suprise a pair of black boots come to a stop at the edge of the puddle. "Hey! Down here!" He yells frantically. "Calm down, I see you" comes a smooth voice from way up above. Steve can't see much more than a silhouette with how dark it is and how tall the figure is.

The figure in question crouches down to get closer to the pavement. "Got yourself in a bit of trouble there, haven't you" the voice chuckles. Steve wants to bite back that he doesn't find this funny. But he doesn't, too thankful to see large fingers reaching towards him.

Steve's not a fan of being manhandled but right now he'll put up with it if it means finally getting out of the frigid water.

"Be careful" please. His voice is soft with an edge of nerves as thick fingers pinch beneath his armpits. "Don't worry, I've got you" the voice is softer this time he speaks, reassuring as the giant plucks Steve from the water.

The tiny grips the fingers as he's raised up, his stomach rolls as he's moved. The fingers deposit him into an open palm, the skin beneath him is warm against his shivering form. "There we go" the voice mumbles, a finger gently brushing down his back.

Finally looking up at his saviour Steve is a little in awe to find that the giant is in fact a very handsome man.

Big blue eyes roam over the tiny in his hand. A pretty tanned face is framed by long blonde curls, a moustache sits above a pair of full pink lips.

"You like what you see, pretty boy?" Those pink lips part to flash him a grin full of white teeth. Heat rises in Steve's cheeks at the giant's words. Pretty boy. "I um... thanks for helping me" he mumbles shyly, rubbing at the back of his neck as he dodges the giant's question.

Of all the times a good looking guy could notice him, it had to be when he almost drowned in a puddle of all things. Smooth Steve, smooth.

"No worries" the giant chuckles as he moves to stand back up. Steve gasps, hands planting firmly against the palm to stabilise himself. "Would have been cruel of me to just leave you like that" the giant moves to hold Steve so the two can be face to face.

"Besides, it's not like I'm not getting something for my troubles" the blonde grins and Steve frowns in confusion. "What?" He tilts his head at the words. Steve's oblivious reaction seems to spurn the giant on, his grin stretching even wider. "Well, I think I deserve a little reward for saving you and you need to warm up. If you catch my drift" he raises an eyebrow at the tiny.

Steve shrinks back a little as it dawns on him what this giant is suggesting. "I-I'm not really sure...about that" he stammers nervously "I don't even know you." Steve had only really been stored once before and even then it had been out of a mutual curiosity between himself and his friend Eddie. Eddie had decided he enjoyed the experience and went on to share the experience with his little sweetheart Chrissy. Steve however, was still on the fence about the whole situation.

The giant's grin softens to something sweeter, more charming. "I'm Billy. Do I get to know your name now or should I just keep calling you pretty boy?" Once again Billy has Steve blushing.

"It's Steve. I mean me, I'm Steve" he introduces himself, watching as the giant repeats his name as if testing it out. "I like it, it suits you" Billy smiles.

"See, now we know each other a bit better" he chuckles. It's obvious to him that the tiny is still hesitant on the idea. "You don't have to say yes" he starts, drawing the tiny's attention "I can put you in my pocket, but I can't guarantee that it'll be comfortable or warm" he runs a gentle finger down Steve's back.

Steve can't help but relax under those soft blue eyes. "You're just gonna store me, right?" He worries his lip. He feels insane for even considering giving in to Billy's request. He's a total stranger! "Just storing" the blonde confirms with a small smile "just till I can get home and dry you off, I promise" Billy holds out his pinky to Steve. The digit is almost the same size as Steve, pulling a laugh from the tiny man. "Promise" Steve agrees, holding the tip of Billy's pinky with both of his hands.

"Alright, pretty boy" Billy smiles, pulling his finger back "you ready?" He asks and Steve can't help but feel appreciative that the blonde is checking in with him, not just throwing him straight in at the deep end.

Steve nods stiffly "y-yeah. Yeah, I am" his words are laced with anxiety but he doesn't feel the need to back out.

"Okay then" Steve swallows as Billy moves his hand closer to his face, squeezing his eyes shut as warm air wafts over him. The smell of cigarettes and minty breath hit him and then there's a gentle press to the top of his head, Steve frowns, opening his eyes as Billy pulls back. "Relax, Steve" Billy mumbles softly and all he can see are those plush pink lips. The tiny's cheeks darken as he realises what has just occured.

Billy had kissed him. Only on the top of his head, but still. A kiss is a kiss. Especially from someone so handsome.

"I like that" the blonde rumbles with a chuckle "pink looks good on you, pretty boy" he says referring to the man's flushed pink cheeks.

Billy moves forwards once more, this time his lips part to allow his tongue to slip out, the slick red muscle drags up Steve's cheek. The blonde pulls back, tongue retreating back between his lips with a pleased hum. "You taste just as sweet as you look" Billy compliments appreciatively and to Steve's suprise he finds himself flustered by the odd compliment. "Oh um thank you" he replies with a huffed laugh. This man made him feel so strange.

He's handsome, charming and so warm it makes Steve feel soft.

He's not one for being held but he can't help but think that maybe he wouldn't mind it so much if Billy's the one holding him.

Billy's free hand returns, his thumb and forefinger pinching the tiny once more beneath his arms. "Don't worry pretty boy, I'll take good care of you" he's raised up above Billy's face as the giant tilts his head back. Steve's grateful that the street is empty and it's dark out. He'd probably die if someone were to witness this.

Sure, storing is fairly normalised. But it's still something usually done in private. It's a pretty intimate thing after all. Something typically reserved for partners, not random strangers.

Steve looks down, to watch Billy's lips part once again. Opening wide to reveal a seemingly endless cavernous maw. His tongue slips out to meet the tiny's legs halfway. It trails along his calves as he's lowered into the giant's mouth. Soft pink lips close around his waist, holding his body in place as the fingers leave his body.

Billy exhales through his nose, a pleased hum vibrates through the tiny. Steve swallows nervously, his hands coming to rest against the plush flesh of the man's top lip. A finger comes to rest against the top of Steve's head, looking across Billy's face the tiny finds those blue eyes staring back at him, half lidded in a lazy pleased look.

The finger gives a light press and Steve slips his arms between Billy's lips as the giant begins to feed more of the tiny's body into his mouth. Steve passes easily between his lips, slipping onto his tongue and sending a burst of flavour across his taste buds. Billy rights his head and begins to walk as he laps at the tiny.

Steve gasps as the tongue begins to drag over him, sweeping against the small amounts of bare skin. He twists onto his stomach in order to get more comfortable. His palms sink into the soft squishy muscle beneath him. Curiously he brushes his hand across the muscle drawing a groan from the back of Billy's throat.

The tongue below bucks upwards to pin Steve to the roof of the giant's mouth, pressing into the tiny's form as it drags back and forth. The motion draws a gasp of surprise from Steve, not having expected the sudden shift. The muscle holds him firmly in place as Billy swallows around him, the suction pulling at him but he remains in place.

Billy lets him back down for one more round of tasting as he crosses the road, hands slipping into his pockets as he walks. From the outside no one would even guess that he's doing anything more than sucking on a hard candy. No one would even know Steve's in there. It's Billy's little secret.

He quite likes the idea of that.

Steve hidden in plain sight.

What a thought.

Billy places his hand against his neck, pausing in his walk for a moment as he tilts his head back, feeling Steve's small form slide to the back of his mouth. Then with a soft swallow the little weight on his tongue disappears and soon a lump is pressing outwards into his palm as it slips down his throat and behind his collarbone. The blonde releases a small blissful sigh, allowing his eyes to slip closed.

He enjoys the feeling of Steve slipping into his stomach. "You really hit the spot, pretty boy" he jokes with a grin, finally opening his eyes to start walking again. "How are you holding up?"

Steve drops into Billy's stomach, sinking into the soft folds around him. Billy's voice rumbles around him and he finds himself relaxing into the warmth the stomach offers him. "I'm doing good" he calls back "this isn't actually that bad." He's suprised at his own admittance. Steve runs his hand along the wall he leans against.

Billy gasps at the touch, a chuckle building in his chest. "Damn, don't say that stuff" he grins "might tempt me to do this again" he jokes, giving his stomach a gentle rub.

"You'd have to see me again to do that" Steve points out shyly to which Billy hums " I do want to see you again" he confirms and Steve pauses in his motions. Billy wanted to see him again... "Though I'd prefer it if next time we could meet up over dinner maybe" Billy says softly, testing the waters.

"Like...a date?" Steve's face feels warm as he asks for clarification. "If you'd like that" the two are silent for a moment and Billy's almost tempted to retract his words when Steve finally speaks up. "I'd like that" he smiles softly to himself, sinking into the stomach wall. "Cool" Billy replies with false nonchalance, though a wide grin stretches his lips.

Good, he hadn't misread their interactions.

"Y'know, it's pretty late" the blonde acknowledges, his apartment complex finally comes into view. "If you'd be alright with it, maybe I could keep you stored for tonight and we could have breakfast together in the morning?" His hand continues its gentle ministrations.

"I'd like that..." comes the soft reply.

It's not the perfect first meeting that most couples get to tell, but if you asked Steve it's a pretty damn good love at first sight tale. Though Billy tells him he can lie about how they met, Steve is adamant in telling their story truthfully.

It's dorky, embarrassing and yet oh so fitting for the tiny and his giant boyfriend.