His hands awoke before he did. They found a warm roll of fat grasped between their fingers and curled in, massaged it, slowly moving up to another roll, a smooth expanse of skin right beneath her breasts, lolling down, one touching the ground beneath them.

Not ground. Flesh. 

That thought roused Farrow from his sleep. Skin. Belly. The most stable hair-free patch of Mateo they could locate last night, between his pecs and his belly button. The churning and thrumming of his organs beneath had changed from disturbing to comforting within minutes. Before they fell asleep they whispered in the dark, underneath his loose t-shirt, about how easily the incredible systems just an inch away could reduce the both of them to sludge and nutrients within a day. It felt oddly safe. What could touch them right here?

Patty lazily reached behind her and put her hand on his hip. “Morning,” she muttered. 

Farrow kissed her neck. “You’re so gorgeous.” 

He’d been overwhelmed with love for her ever since she expressed support for his… activities. It fucked him up. If she called him an unfaithful piece of shit, she would have been correct. If she booted him out to die alone in some backyard, she would have been justified. He got a scolding, and the scolding was more for treating Mateo like a sex dispenser than for cheating on her. You’re driving that poor boy insane, she chastised. Go cuddle with him, you asshole.

Farrow was more in love with his wife because she let him cheat. Grade-A prick.

So they all talked things out in the mornings, while their kids were still all asleep. Patty was okay with it, as long as they could all be honest with each other and she was sure Farrow was safe. Mateo wanted some proper dates with Farrow, then bashfully insisted that he didn’t want to steal him from Patty or anything. Farrow sat there, silent, watching them hash out custody of him, still unspeakably anxious. It was just too good to be true. He cheated for months, endangering his entire family in the process. Where was the rage?

Farrow and his sister regularly traded off babysitting, so they could each get alone time with their respective wives, and her turn came up. Mateo took the day off work. They were gonna try this for real, all three of them, real open polyamory. Last night, after a nice romantic dinner, Mateo fell asleep during the movie and the little couple crawled under his shirt to turn in themselves.

“Anything you wanna do today?” Farrow whispered.

“Oh, I’ve been thinking. Your boy seems pretty open-minded.”

“He’s not my boy.”

“He seems to think he is.” After a moment of silence, she flipped around towards him and kissed his jaw. “I gotta watch that he doesn’t cage you.”

Farrow pulled her in against him and laughed. “Yeah? Would you rescue me?” 

“Of course, you’d be my damsel in distress.” She trailed her fingers down his side. “Unless you looked good in there. If he kept you naked, maybe.” Her hand came up to grab his neck. “Cute little collar.”

Farrow smiled. “You’ve thought this through.”

“With a little chain connecting you to the bars. Ooh, and he could attach it to his wrist when he lets you out. Or his di-” A heavy kiss on the mouth shut her up. Farrow got on top of her and they kissed and petted, getting heavier and heavier. He moved down to her neck, then her breasts, her navel, reveling in her mounting moans. He tugged down her shorts, and right as his tongue made contact with her nethers, the ground underneath them shook and they froze.

“What’s tha fuckin’…” Mateo groaned and stretched, and Farrow clung to Patty’s legs for stability. “Six thirtee─ shut the fuck up!” The cloth above them tented and Mateo’s disembodied hand patted around his belly. He moved up and made contact with Patty, felt her chest and heard her yelp, then moved and grabbed Farrow around the middle. Farrow was dragged away and under Mateo’s waistband. He took his thumb to Farrow’s head and smashed it against his morning wood. “Fuckin’ old people…” he grumbled. “Fucking! Sleep! In!” He let Farrow fall down onto his pelvis and fell silent again.

Farrow and Patty crawled out and met on the couch cushion, with Mateo’s belly rising and falling behind them. Patty had pulled the shirt she shed while sleeping back on. “He’s got a point,” Farrow admitted.

“You really don’t mind him treating you like that?”

“He’s nicer when he’s awake.” He shrugged. “It’s a nice dick anyways.”

Farrow managed to finish Patty off without making too much noise, and they chatted  quietly, about nothing, really, until Mateo roused again about an hour later. He groaned and rubbed his face. “Did I fall asleep during the movie?” he asked.

“Yup,” Farrow responded.

“Shit. You weren’t trapped up here, were you?”

Patty smiled. “We can take care of ourselves, don’t worry.”

“Get real, if you weren’t stealing my groceries, you’d be dead.” He sniffed. “Breakfast?”

He made some scrambled eggs while the couple sat on his counter. Mateo considered the whole idea of giant-size scrambled eggs kind of repulsive, actually, but apparently they were pretty inaccessible and unwieldy for tiny people, so it was nice to take advantage of the opportunity. He doled out portions onto the same tiny plates they used last night. He desperately wanted to see inside their home in the walls. Just looking at the plates drove him crazy, he could hardly imagine all the tiny chairs and jars and shelves in there…

They ate at his tiny bachelor dinner table. “Okay,” Mateo said. “To be clear. We’re going to have sex today?”

“Yeah!” Farrow said. He thought better, and looked to Patty. “Yeah?”

“Oh, um…” She shrugged. “I don’t know if I’d want to get involved, actually.”

“Oh, well, I thought you wanted to─”

“I mean, I was thinking of watching, maybe. Just─ I don’t like it being secret, I guess. I want to know what’s going on.”

Mateo nodded. “I think that would be okay. And listen, Patty, I know this is all kind of scary, so… well, if you need us to pause or change things up, don’t be afraid to say so.”

A tiny spark of impish inspiration flashed in Patty’s mind. She smiled. “Thanks, Mateo.”

They went to his bed. After giving him a second to tug off his shirt, Patty clambered up onto Mateo’s shoulder, which she found surprisingly comfortable. Farrow looked so tiny and vulnerable down between his legs. She was already getting horny, thinking about watching her husband getting battered from up here. “Just-just do what you normally do,” she gently encouraged.

Mateo pulled his dick out from his loose pajama pants and pushed it down to get his head within Farrow’s reach. Farrow anxiously looked up at her for approval. She nodded, and he dragged his tongue up Mateo’s glans. 

“Sorry,” Patty said. “Does he normally look up at your shoulder every two seconds?”

Mateo chuckled. “Aw, I think it’s shy.” He stiffened. “I, um, I call him ‘it’ sometimes. Just, like, a kink thing, not like I think he─”

“Don’t worry, I got it.” She leaned on his neck. “Think you might need to help it out?”

“I think I just might.” He plucked Farrow up, pinched around his chest, and tugged at the hem of his shirt.

Farrow tried to shove him away. “This is not what we normally do!” he protested.

Patty shrugged. “Maybe you should. I’m definitely enjoying myself.” Mateo pulled his shirt off and went for his pants, but Patty nudged him and he paused. “There’s no rush,” she murmured.

Mateo smirked. His fingers trailed down Farrow’s chest, stroking circles around his bony hips. He gently wiggled his middle and ring over his perky nipples. Farrow squeezed his eyes shut and tried to keep his mouth closed. A massive thumb stroked his erection over his pants, and he failed, his voice cracking with his moan. He looked up to Patty again. She squeezed her thighs together. 

His fingers traveled further, hooking his fingertips into his pants and pulling them down, taking his briefs with them, and taking a moment to squeeze Farrow’s cock between his fingertips. After pulling off one sock, he stroked his thumb up Farrow’s sole and delighted at his squirms. “No rush…” he repeated. “I can play with you for as long as I want.” He pushed his foot up, forcing Farrow to bend his knee, and then pulled his leg straight. He moved his head side to side, stretched his arms up, forced him to bend out and in at his middle. Play with, like a doll. 

All the while, Farrow carefully watched his wife for her reaction. He hadn’t expected Mateo to go so hard on the dehumanization shit so quickly. He was a human’s plaything, an insult to their species. She should be disgusted with him, not… rubbing herself through her pants. 

“Mateo,” she said. “I don’t know if he’s gonna relax if he can still see me.”

“Probably not,” he conceded. Mateo stripped him of his other sock, then planted him face first onto his cock, exposing his ass to the both of them. They took a shared moment to admire.

“You’re fucked, Patty!” Farrow protested. Mateo pressed his face in and he shouted something muffled. 

“Yeah, babe, love you too. Give yourself some love, Mateo, huh?”

Mateo reached into a drawer of his bedside table and grabbed a bottle of lube. He pumped a few cold squirts between Farrow and his shaft and rubbed them against each other. Farrow struggled for a grasp, flailing his arms and legs around, slipping against him. He fumbled to get a handhold on a vein like he was rock climbing. It was not working out. The forced frotting was providing particular distraction, fogging up his mind, making him want to relax into the mistreatment. Mateo kicked his pants off and spread his legs. The intensity of the stroking increased, and Farrow’s face was battered, his limbs exhausted, his dick started to ache. “Stop!” he called out. Mateo paused, and Farrow gasped for air, resting the side of his head on Mateo’s shaft. “Just-just gimme a second.”

Patty whispered something to Mateo, who snickered in response. “Farrow,” she called down from her throne. “Has Mateo ever hurt you?”

“N-not on purpose,” he panted.

Mateo smiled. He pressed a finger against Farrow’s cheeks, massaging them around, and chuckled when Farrow groaned at the dawning realization. Mateo tapped his fingernail against him, feeling around, then flicked him square on. Farrow yelped and writhed against his cock, but the other hand held him firmly down. “Oh, that’s good,” Mateo moaned.

“Why are you listening to her?” Farrow cried out.

“Because he’s a good boy, Farrow,” Patty snarked back.

Mateo giggled and squished him against his shaft even tighter. “I am a good boy. I do so much for you and you haven’t called me a good boy once.” He flicked his ass.

“Ah! You’re a good boy, you’re a good boy! Stop it!” Farrow grabbed tight around his shaft. All of his squirms and protests were just getting Mateo off, he knew this, but he couldn’t seem to keep still. Another flick, and Farrow grinded his pelvis against the massive cock. 

“Only taking orders from Patty.” He bit his lip. “But, uh… keep calling me that.”

Flick. Farrow jolted. 

“What do you say?” Patty teased.

“G-good boy,” he muttered. 

Flick.

“Ah! Good boy!”

He moved down to his thighs. 

“Good boy! Good boy! Ah, fuck! Good boy!” The hot flesh against his chest seemed to pulse with every affirmation. Mateo was loving this.

“Drop it,” Patty barked. The supportive hand disappeared and Farrow floundered to find a grip on the shaft, pulling his legs up and attempting to wrap them around.  He slipped and swung to the opposite side, then lost his grip totally, dropping down and tumbling off of Mateo’s smooth sack. He grabbed the thick skin to push himself back up. Mateo hummed with delight. “Get me down there,” Patty said. Mateo plucked her up around the middle and dropped her between his legs.

Patty ripped her clothes off and tackled Farrow against the cushiony balls, grabbing him, kissing him desperately. The lube squelched between them. “Thought you didn’t wanna get involved,” he teased, breathless.

“You look way too fucking sexy for that.”

The involuntary massage got Mateo moaning and tugging at himself, clearly trying to stay slow, really savor it. His partners noticed. As they made out, they moved intentionally, pressing limbs into the skin below, grinding down against him. Patty pulled a leg up and shoved her foot into him. He yelped and thrusted forward, just enough to knock them off his sack and send them tumbling down, overwhelmed by darkness, warmth, and his thick, dense scent. They slammed into his taint and heard a sharp hiss far above. 

“Shit, sorry,” Mateo panted. He started to reach down to help them out. Farrow grinned and slammed his shoulder back against his skin. Mateo froze up and moaned. 

Patty got the idea. She crawled down between the two and spread her legs wide open. Farrow grabbed her around the ass and slipped in. With his first pound into her, the world around them shuddered and squirmed. 

“Fuck yes,” Patty moaned.

They fucked eagerly, thrusting quick and giving Mateo enough time to just barely recover from each hit. Patty drew frantic circles around her clit. She shouted and swore, shoving her head against his flesh. “Oh, keep going, keep going!” she screamed. 

Farrow’s cock was near-frictionless. Patty reached around his neck, clasping her hands together and pulling him in. He dragged his tongue up her neck, nipped at her ear, and without hesitation licked and sucked at the wall behind her. The taste made him drool, made him horny and desperate. Mateo whined. His legs seemed to grow as he flexed his muscles, burying them further into the depths of his groin. 

“Good boy, Mateo!” Patty called up.

“Oh, thank you, thank you,” he gasped. “Please can I come.”

Patty nodded at Farrow. For a moment, he froze. Dominating a human, even in such a little way, it still felt impossible to him. But he could dominate his wife, and she could dominate Mateo… so why the hell not? He bit down a grin. “Just a second, Mateo,” he shouted up.

“Okay,” he whined. “Okay, okay.”

Patty licked her lips approvingly. “Taking care of you first,” he whispered to her. He pounded rapidly and the legs around them seemed to vibrate. Farrow pulled out and came over Patty’s belly. He took a second to regain his breath. “Good boy, Mateo, go ahead!”

His legs sandwiched them tightly together, muffling his powerful moans. Mateo felt them in there, felt the little details of their soft bodies pressed into his flesh, all of their struggles absolutely hopeless against the strength of his orgasm. Mateo squeezed them tighter. An incredible sense of possession washed over him. His little couple. 

Reluctantly, and well after his peak had passed, he loosened his thighs and let them free. Briefly, he wondered if he should help them out, but the sensation of tiny hands struggling to push his balls out of their way convinced him against it. 

“You trying to kill us?” Patty yelled. 

He giggled. Mateo brought his hand down to help them climb onto his thigh, one after the other. Exhausted, flushed, and still couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Fuck, he wanted the commands and the praise, and he wanted to watch them fuck, and he wanted them wrapped around his dick, their hands and feet tied to each other, helpless to do anything but wriggle and beg. He couldn’t seem to articulate any of this, so instead he grabbed them both, pressed together in one hand, and licked all four tiny feet at once. They laughed and kicked, and he bit down on the first ankle he could get. He only realized it was Patty’s when he sucked down and she gasped.

Mateo loosened his hand and kissed and licked up both their bodies. The best little squeaks and whimpers imaginable… two little toys, covered in knobs and buttons for him to fiddle with and they each made their own perfect noise. He nipped Patty’s tit and she yowled. “Oh, you’re all mine,” he growled, before he clamped down on Farrow’s neck and sucked. His to mark.

Farrow arched to the sensation, then gasped. His eyes widened. “Wait! Stop, stop!” Mateo released him. Farrow felt around his skin and winced. Yeah, that was leaving a massive hickey. “Oh, shit. What the hell am I gonna tell my sister?”

Mateo grimaced. “I, uh, forgot about her.” He giggled. “I can just borrow someone’s makeup. Or you could… tell her.”

The couple looked at each other. 

“We should eventually,” Patty said. We’re definitely doing this again.”

“Well, sure, but…” Farrow covered his lips and whispered into her ear. Boyfriend . They both beamed and giggled like children. 

She moved her head side to side, considering. “Ask me again in a week. Alright?”

Mateo, with no idea what they were talking about, glanced to the open window. “It’s not even noon, just, if you want the makeup, gimme enough time to text around about it.” Farrow gave him a thumbs up and a dopey grin. Fuck, they were cute… He pressed his face into his hand, rubbing against them, taking in the laughter and the tiny kisses peppering his face.

“Good boy, good boy, Mateo,” they cooed.

Sometimes, just sometimes, he could have everything he wanted.