Carefully… loose. And slow. And pausing frequently. But make it convincing, but don’t finish yet, but fuck he had gotten himself way too excited about this. Mateo glanced at his dresser again. And stop doing that! A little patience… they were always teasing him about his youthful impatience. 

See, that was the real issue with age gaps in relationships. All the goddamn teasing.

He heard a shuffle, and just imagining Farrow’s point of view was getting him going again. Tucked away between his folded up t-shirts, watching from the darkness, Mateo jacking off like some distant impossibly powerful force to him. Fuck, he was so little! 

He held off. He managed for a bit longer, a few more minutes, before the image popped up in his mind: Farrow, fighting, kicking, screaming. Mateo couldn’t take it anymore. He had to move this along or he was gonna cum way too early and where was the fun in that.

His gaze slid back to the dresser drawer and his shoulders stiffened. The tiny eyes watched back. They widened and darted back into darkness, but not before Mateo was up and tearing the drawer out. Thunk . “Fuck!” Poor Farrow was lying on the bottom, pushing himself up with one hand and cradling his head with the other. Whoops. He seemed fine, though. Mateo had seen him weather worse falls, that was for sure. Borrowers were tough little critters.

“What the hell?” Mateo snapped. “What the fuck were you doing in there?”

Farrow looked up at him, gasped, and tried to scramble off. Mateo reached down and pinched his ankle, and his dick twitched watching Farrow try to tug away like a trapped animal. His calves were thinner than Mateo’s fingers… absolutely powerless. He swept up both legs in his fist and held him up to his face upside-down before sitting right back down on his bed. 

His expression twisted into disgust. “Oh, God,” he muttered. He gave the erection poking out from Farrow’s waistband a light flick and Farrow yelped. “I’ve got a pervert infestation.”

“It-it’s not what it looks like!” he squeaked. The blood rushing to his face was cute. 

“Sorry, do you normally run around with your hard dick out?” He rolled it between his fingers contemplatively. “Not even sure I could call it a dick. I’ve seen bigger toothpicks.” He positioned his thumbnail along his shaft and ever so slightly dug in. Farrow hyperventilated. He tried to push his fingers away, but his tiny hands just faltered and slipped off. “Admit it.”

Farrow tried to talk, but all that came out was pained squeaking.

“You were jacking off watching me, because you’re a sick fuck who gets off on humans that are young enough to be your kids. Admit it.” He let up the pressure.

“Yes! I-I am, I am!”

Mateo chuckled. With his free hand he gripped Farrow’s torso in a fist, carefully sandwiching his dick between two knuckles. He flipped him right side up and Farrow relaxed. He un-relaxed when Mateo started squeezing his fingers together. 

“Not enough justice doled out to people like you. And I’ve actually got a chance to change that.” He ground his knuckles back and forth and Farrow let out low, raspy moans. “I could castrate you. I think that would be fair.”

“Please no,” he hissed. 

“But it would be so easy.” He squeezed his cock, harder and harder, and fell Farrow stiffen in his grasp. He panted and writhed, and finally cried out: “PLEASE, HELP ME!”

The pressure stopped. Mateo grinned. “Who’s helping you?”

Dread crossed his face. “No one! I─ it’s just me, I was just─”

“You got a little family? Where are they?”

He chewed his lip. “I don’t.”

Mateo pinched his head. “I could crush you,” he stated. “Where are they?”

“Patty, I’m so sorry,” Farrow whispered. “She’s under the dresser.”

He dove down to the floor and reached blindly around. His fingers grazed skin and Patty yelped and dove away. “You little rat!” he snapped. He batted around more furiously and finally felt her little body collapse under his palm. Mateo grabbed her, felt… her chest shaking. Fuck, did he scare her too badly? He pulled her into the light and rolled his eyes. She was giggling. “Well don’t laugh!” 

She laughed harder. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! You were just─just really putting his dick through the wringer, phew!”

Farrow grimaced. “You kind of suck at this.”

“Squeeze him again, I liked that.”

Mateo ignored her. Instead, he tugged her dress off with his teeth and held her in a similar position as Farrow, only with her chest between his fingers instead. She squirmed in confusion, just until he tightened his grip and she screamed. Her tits jutted out between his digits, taut and round, darkening with blood. Mateo flicked his tongue against her nipples and watched them jiggle back to position. She moaned and he chuckled. “You feel like shutting up now?” Patty nodded. He sucked at her, reveling in her sensitivity, adjusting his pinkie to wiggle against her vulva. 

“You’ve got a pervert husband, you know that? He thinks jacking off to humans is a better use of time than taking care of his wife.” He grinned. “Maybe he’s right. Maybe we really are that much better than dumb little borrowers.” Mateo glanced over to Farrow. He was watching them slack-jawed and his cock was dribbling down Mateo’s knuckles. Mateo smiled at him and dragged his tongue up Patty’s face. “Can you and your toothpick dick do this?”

He numbly shook his head.

“Is that why you were watching me? You wanted to see what it looks like when a real man gets off?” Farrow balked at that. “Here, I’m a nice guy. I’ll give you a few pointers.” Before he could react, Mateo shifted his hand up to free Farrow’s cock and brought his legs over Patty’s shoulders. She looked cross-eyed down at his dickhead. Mateo forced it down her throat and she gagged. “You’ve just got to be assertive. Take what you want.” He pounded Farrow’s pelvis into her face.

Farrow gripped her hair and groaned. “Oh, Patty, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, baby.” Snot bubbled up on her lip. It didn’t take long before Farrow relaxed with a moan and Patty, with great, effort, swallowed. 

Mateo adjusted them to smash their faces together in an awkward forced kiss. Her snot and his cum mingled and spread over their lips, and with both of their arms restrained they were forced to put up with it. There was a moment, he noticed it, where they met each other’s eyes and something sparked, and suddenly they were making out for real. Filthy, sore, desperate. He loosened his grips and they pulled their arms out to wrap them around each other. Like they were the only people on the planet.

Sometimes he felt like a master, and sometimes he felt like a toy.

Well, no use stewing. Mateo tugged Farrow’s clothes off with his mouth, barely interrupting their little sesh. He worked up some saliva and shot it right between their chests. They invited it, taking advantage of the lubrication to rub against each other. Mateo held them sideways in one hand and pressed his cockhead between their legs. Patty straddled it and grinded against him. He smiled. “Not exactly what I had in mind.”

He gave them exactly enough time to figure it out.

Mateo pounded into his two-part fleshlight. Their skin slipped against him, body parts making way for his shaft, but still desperately clinging onto each other on the opposite ends of his cock. One of them clawed into his skin─ god, what delicate pain, it was perfect. Right as he got close, he stopped to appreciate the view. The couple, panting, hands clasped, both of their heads pressed against his, soaked head to toe in how many fluids now. They met his eyes. Slowly, Farrow smiled and planted a tender kiss on his glans. 

He blew his load into the carpet.

Farrow laughed. “You cheeky fucker,” he grumbled, and stood up to dump them in the conveniently placed little fish tank on his dresser. “ That ,” he said, “is what you bugs are good for. Got it?”

They had given up the act much quicker than him, apparently. Farrow was grinning and resting his head on Patty’s shoulder, and she accidentally bumped him off when she robotically stiffened to salute. They cackled and collapsed into each other. Mateo rolled his eyes and marched off. He came back with two hand towels. One cleaned up the carpet, the other got dumped in the cage.

Mateo laid on his bed and tried to relax while they cleaned each other up. Man, he’d really done a number on her chest. They were chatting about something, and they knew they were too small for him to hear at this distance. They did that a lot, actually. Sometimes even when he was holding them. 

“Mateo!” Patty called out.

He perked up. “Hm?”

“You seemed angry.”

He snorted. “Uh, yeah, I hope so. Kind of the point of the whole thing.”

Farrow chimed in “No, like actually. What’s up?” He didn’t get a response. “Mateo. Hey, get us out of here.”

As much as he’d like to ignore them some more, he had promised that he’d never keep them trapped. So Mateo reached in and helped them into his cupped hands. Patty beckoned him in, close enough for them to kiss the bridge of his nose. One side each. “You’ve got to talk to us,” Patty chastised.

“Right, like you two are the world champions of communication.”

They snickered.

“I promise it’s not a big deal.” He shrugged. “Just─ I am the odd one out, so obviously I’m gonna feel like it sometimes.”

Their faces fell. “Like when?” Patty asked.

“Like when you were making out. I don’t know. You were just so engrossed in each other.”

Farrow’s eyebrows furrowed. “I felt like you were included!”

Patty jabbed his side and he hissed. “What he meant is we didn’t know you felt that way and we’re very sorry.”

“No! It─I mean, that too but that isn’t what I mean.” He struggled for a moment, looking down at Mateo’s palm. “Well, I am sorry but we really don’t feel that way. But I think I get it. When you hold us, for you, you’re just holding us. But from our perspective─I hadn’t even considered that you felt excluded, because you’re completely overwhelming. No question, I felt as intimate with you as I did with Patty.”

He softened. “Me holding you really feels the same as making out with each other?”

“It does,” Patty agreed. “But if you don’t feel like you’re a part of this, that’s still a problem.”

Farrow grinned. “You’d like a little eye contact, wouldn’t you?”

“...Maybe a little.”

“You want me to go,” he tackled Patty and licked up her neck while staring Mateo straight on. “ Oh, fuck, Mateo .”

“No!”

They giggled. “Do you feel included when we sleep together?” Patty asked.

When they cuddled up on him, on his chest or his belly, or very occasionally, when the mood struck, his groin. When he woke up to find that during the night, one of his fingers had joined in on the spooning. That was nice. He nodded. 

“Then I think I’d like that.”