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Quiet Night In (Patreon Commission for DesertScales)
🕑 Added 2020-12-11 15:15:59 +0000 UTCTAGS: M/M, Size Theft, Romance
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It was a cold night for a lizard, especially one as tiny as Lex, hence why he’d chosen to spend it snuggling up to his very special other underneath multiple layers of blankets. The two of them were sitting on the couch, enjoying an incredibly terrible Christmas movie whose name they had forgotten, and had been for the past several hours; whenever one of those flicks ended they’d just queue up another one, because the point wasn’t to watch anything: it was to have an excuse to be together in a cold winter night, while also being able to pretend they weren’t doing it for the physical proximity. Not that they were uncomfortable with it, but it was a game they enjoyed playing; Lex would act all coy and adopt the role of the pliable, subby bottom, while Robert would employ his trademark domineering personality to great effect by leveraging his far beefier body as a heat source the tinier lizard could wrap himself around. The feline didn’t even have to wear clothes, not when he had Lex there to use him as a body pillow; thus, the two spent their time whiling away the hours until they could go to bed and proceed to more... intimate activities.
Of course, part of it was because Lex had his own plans for that night, plans that he hadn’t quite disclosed to his partner du jour, but was certain that they wouldn’t mind; for the lizard was not like every other reptile of his species, but rather possessed a very unique set of skills that allowed him to act on his eternal need for external warmth. That is to say, he could do more than just sit in front of a radiator and bask in the heat radiating from it, by directly sucking it up from other people around him; it was a very uncomfortable process, capable of outright freezing someone unless they had taken adequate measures to protect themselves… which is precisely why Robert had gone to such great lengths to bury the both of them beneath so many thick layers that they could barely see out of them. Lex, meanwhile, was already hard at work siphoning as much excess heat as he could out of his newest partner, knowing full well that, by the time he was done, the cat’s contributions would run far deeper than that.
Unbeknownst to the hunky feline, their current companion was capable of doing far more than just stealing heat. One wouldn’t imagine it just by looking at them, but Lex had an innate ability to “borrow” the best and most alluring attributes from those who he got closest to, even if only temporarily; it was always a surprise that he sprung on unsuspecting lovers, especially during more intimate moments, for the sake of maximum impact. Nothing sold dominance and power more than literally rutting the size out of someone while looming progressively more over them, making the bed squeak and groan each time they slammed their butt down on whatever shaft they happened to be stealing size from. It always ended up with a very worn-out, scared looking little thing looking up at an aggressively buff, tough and rough lizard, believing themselves to be a single moment away from death… before they spent the rest of the night cuddling and snuggling together, as Lex allowed the stolen mass to slowly seep back into its rightful owner. It was something he adored doing, and something that had cost him every relationship up until then; as much as people enjoyed it, very few had the mental fortitude required to go through that size of size-stealing process whenever they wanted to get frisky, much less live with someone who could turn them into tinier versions of themselves at a whim. But Robert was different… or at least Lex liked to believe he was.
The cat was kind, caring, and surprisingly gentle for someone who could bench-press him without breaking a sweat. He had a wide range of interests in fields that, at first glance, wouldn’t be stereotypically associated with someone of his body type, not to mention a deep, almost encyclopedic knowledge on extremely obscure Soviet animation that he cherished above all else. Him and Lex spent hours upon hours talking about nothing in particular, something they enjoyed doing almost as much as just snuggling while pretending to watch a movie, all of which had led the lizard to believe that, if anyone would ever be fine with having their size stolen in a moment of deep, physical proximity for the purposes of enhancing their sexual enjoyment, it would be him. There was something about that cat that made him feel special, be it the complex mind hiding behind a well-crafted “dudebro” persona he enjoyed showing off to the world, or just the way his smile melted Lex’s heart into butter; whatever the case may be, the liz knew that the two of them were meant to be together for a very long time… perhaps even permanently, if they played their cards right, which is precisely why he was so reticent to get started on the display of transformative powers.
“Hey, Rob?” Lex spoke up, tightening the hug he was giving, “I wanted to talk to you about something?”
“Hmm?” was the cat’s response, looking down for a second to give his partner a smile before bringing a headpat to bear, “What is it, hun?”
“You know how I was talking about how I could uh… take your warmth and all that? Y-you know, that conversation?”
“The one you stopped midway through and insisted you didn’t have anything else to say?” Robert chuckled, “Yeah, what about it?”
“W-well, there… there was something else I wanted to say. But I dunno how to say it without scaring you off, and I don’t wanna scare you off, s-”
The lizard was interrupted by a single finger being raised to his muzzle, his soon-to-be-lover shushing him quietly with a wide, warm smile still stamped on his face. He could’ve said something, could’ve reassured Lex that everything was fine and he needn’t worry about anything, that whatever it was they wanted to say, they could just say it and not have to worry. He could’ve gone to great lengths to reassure the small liz that he well and truly loved them, and wished for nothing more than for them to be truthful and honest with him. He could’ve… but didn’t. Because he didn’t need to. All the cat had to do was smile that beautiful smile, and suddenly Lex knew for a fact that, above all else, he was safe; whatever it was he had to do, whatever it was that happened between them, come hell or high water, he was safe. It was an interesting thing to feel, considering his previous romantic exploits, and it thus only made his desire to show off his powers that much more complicated and hard to initiate… but surely, if Robert was as understanding as Lex felt he was, then it would be… fine. There would be some explaining to do, and a lot of frantic, panicked flailing, but ultimately the feline would not only be ok with his partner’s unique abilities, he’d probably encourage them so the two could experiment in the bedroom!
Or, at least, that’s what Lex hoped would happen.
He moved closer, wrapping his arms even tighter around Robert’s chest. His rock-solid, toned, muscular chest… his hardened pecs, his chiseled abs, that glorious mane of fur, all of it. He was conflicted, torn between doing his usual thing and trying to go for a different approach, as the mere thought of giving up this soft warmth for the sake of shock value was becoming more and more unbearable for him. Was this how it felt to be head over heels for someone? Because things were a lot simpler when his emotions didn’t run as deeply as they did here; he could just steal all that beefiness away, gloat about it, then move onto the next person on the docket… but he didn’t want to, not now, not with Rob, and this made things a lot harder than they should, by all means, be.
Lex looked up, locking eyes with the big cat and hoping to find some semblance of comfort in them. His partner was still looking down at him, still with the same soft, mellowed-out expression that sold the “Go ahead, it’s fine,” spiel that needn’t be said. It was clear that the feline was expecting something to happen, and in fact found the absence of it to be quite entertaining, if nothing else; Robert had grown accustomed to seeing his precious lizard flustered over the most inconsequential of things, so this sudden shift in attitude wasn’t all that surprising as far as he was concerned. Lex, meanwhile, was struggling with himself over whether or not to go forward with his plan or just fall back and hope they could forget about everything… but that would just be dishonest. How could he expect their relationship to blossom properly if he wasn’t upfront about what he liked doing? It’s not as if it was permanent either, the cat wouldn’t be stripped of his hunky status for more than a few hours at worst, so it was best to just get it over with as soon as possible.
To that end, the lizard slowly sunk his fingers into his lover’s back, just enough for them to notice but not too strongly as to be painful. He felt the muscle mass underneath it, felt his consciousness expand to encompass every inch of it that there was, each muscle group identified and neatly catalogued inside Lex’s mind. It was important to take from each one in proportion, lest both their bodies end up looking like a misshapen mess; very slowly, and exercising a level of caution that he normally didn’t bother with, the liz began to siphon the raw muscle mass away from the larger feline, transferring it through his fingertips and into his own body. It wasn’t too much at first, at least not enough for the feline to notice anything happening, but after a few minutes of it, Lex could absolutely feel the hardened, rippling skin that he was holding onto softening beneath his touch, the enormous pecs and chiselled abs seemingly “sinking” into the cat’s body as his chest flattened and lost its toned physique. Robert, to his credit, appeared to be aware of what was going on, judging from the semi-surprised expression he sported, but said nothing about it; in fact, he was proactive about the whole thing, bringing a hand over to his partner’s head and gently patting it in just the right way to send shivers down the lizard’s spine.
The amount of room underneath the blanket cover didn’t change, but it did grow cramped in the exact opposite direction it had been so far. The two lovers’ size equalized after about ten minutes of size theft, far longer than Lex usually took; he figured that if he took things slowly enough and gave Rob a chance to back out at any point, then it would all end up a lot better than all the other times, and to his immense surprise, not only was his partner wholly aware of what was happening after a certain point, but his only reaction was to allow his arm to fall by his side and start purring, apparently enjoying the sensation of being sucked up and shrunk to feed his partner’s thirst for mass. Given that he wasn’t aware it was temporary, it said quite a lot about his personality, enough that, despite Lex slowly picking up the pace until he was larger than Robert had been, the lizard was the one who still blushed the hardest and failed to come up with any coherent words. He wanted to make it well-known just how much he appreciated the gesture, and yet the only thing he could think to do was… carry on doing it, the same way he always did; muscle memory won the day, though at least neither of them were willing to complain about it.
The low creaking that usually accompanied his transformations was nowhere to be heard, replaced with the soft rumbling of Robert’s purring and the odd clicking noises that Lex’s throat made whenever the lizard happened to be so happy that he couldn’t say words properly. The room was warmer, more welcoming, the atmosphere inviting and seemingly pushing them closer to one another. Despite the difference in size mounting between them again, Lex continued to tighten his hug, not really caring about the fact that he was going to be smothering his beloved very soon; Robert said nothing about it, preferring to snuggle up closer still, even as his body, which he had worked on and perfected over the course of several years, was reduced to but a shell of its former self. He didn’t really care, to be fair; if anything, this was just an opportunity for him to start all over again and prove that he had the mental and physical fortitude for a full reset. It was a challenge, nothing more, and he welcomed it as much as he did every other in his life. And if it made Lex feel better about himself? Then that was just the cherry on top of the proverbial sundae for the cat, who was more than happy to go to such great lengths to be supportive towards his chosen partner.
Half an hour it took for the process to be finished, after which the two of them remained stationary, holding one another as tightly as they could without it being constricting. Lex and Robert had effectively switched places, with the former now having turned into a colossal, reptilian hunk that looked capable of bending steel just by putting it between his pecs, and the latter taking on the countenance of a helpless little kitty cat with far too much smugness for his own good. Despite this, it wasn’t the lizard who took the initiative in going horizontal over the couch, but the smaller feline, who despite his diminutive size seemed more than capable of pulling his larger partner down onto him, his canines showing as he licked his lips at the thought of being the bottom for once; honestly, if this is what Lex saw whenever he suggested they have some fun, then he fully understood why the liz was so weak-kneed all the time, because he (or, well, his physique) looked good. So good that the only part of his body that could still grow larger was already at full mast.
“This should wear off in a few hours,” Lex spoke up, his voice growly and gravelly, far deeper than before, “then you’ll be back to nor-”
Once again he was interrupted, this time by a surprisingly strong cat pulling him down into a long, deep, and unabashedly tongue-filled kiss that went on for so long that it veered straight into the ridiculous. But Lex didn’t care.
He was happy.
