Honestly, Greed-ler could care less how it happened. What he did care about was fixing the situation. He had employees running all around the forest. All of them, searching for the Lorax. Of course the only time Greed-ler was willing to see the fur ball, was the only time he wasn't around. This only proved his theory to be correct. It was all the Loraxs fault that Oncie was in such a state at the moment. He threw his glasses off, and flopped down in his chair, sighing in frustration.
"You know, this really isn't such a bad thing." Oncie tried reasoning.
Greed-ler glanced down at the boy that was approaching him. It was horrible. He looked like a walking doll. He could easily be mistaken as one at his height, just a little smaller.
"Not a bad thing?" Greed-ler growled. "Look at you! Do you see how small you are?!" he yelled scooping the boy up. Oncie situated himself, so he could sit in Greed-lers hand, and wrapped his arms around, Greed-lers thumb for extra support. Just in case he was to slip off and Greed-ler couldn't catch him in time.
"Yeah but, it could have been worse." Oncie tried reasoning.
He really didn't mind this. He saw nothing wrong, but Greed-ler saw everything wrong. Out of all the things that could have happened, Oncie just had to shrink in size. Hell, he would have preferred it if Oncie had turned into a cat, but no. Now he had to worry about Oncie, more than he normally would. Everything could happen to him. What if he was on the ground? Someone could step on him. Something could fall and crush the boy. Oncie could even wander off, and get lost. Greed-ler would never be able to find him, if the boy decided to take a walk. This just wouldn't do.
He lowered his hand in the Thneedville Model. Tilting his hand, Oncie slid down. He was a little tall to be in the model, but it was the only place Greed-ler felt he'd be safe, when he wasn't watching the boy. At least if a tower fell on him, he could push the foam building off, and not get crushed.
"Is this really necessary?" Oncie asked looking around. The city was like a maze for him. His head just barely reached the top of the smallest buildings. If he jumped, he could probably be able to peek over them, but for the moment his gaze was set on the giant who placed him in the model.
Greed-ler just rubbed his temples. "It's the safest place I can think of." He groaned. "I'm not risking anything dangerous happening to you."
He ended their conversation, by picking up a phone. Quickly pressing the redial button, he waited for an answer. It rang for a short bit, till a man answered nervously. This is what it had been like for almost the past hour. Greed-ler would call in and ask if his workers had made any progress on finding the fur ball, and they would reply back with a 'we're still looking sir.' It was aggravating. Normally Oncie would be the one who would help take his mind off of any stress, but now, just the sheer sight of him was making it worse. Even now, watching Oncie climbing up on one of the more square buildings was making him nervous.
"Please don't."
Oncie just sat himself on the building and began swinging his legs over the edge. "I have nothing else to do, and I don't think they'll break under my weight."
"I'm not worried about the building; I'm worried about you hurting yourself." It was like talking to a child. A child set out to prove to their parents that they were wrong.
They just sat there staring at each other. Greed-ler leaning on his elbows, looking more tired than ever, phone still in hand. And Oncie, leaning back on his hands, while continuing to swing his legs. Both trying to figure out what to do about the other. Greed-ler just wanted him normal size, and Oncie was trying to figure out how to easy the man's stress.
Normally Oncie could help relieve the stress by well, showing his affection, and distracting Greed-ler from whatever, but now at his height he wasn't sure how to do that. What could he do? Nothing really. He stopped swinging his legs. Suddenly he felt the need of some affection. He knew Greed-ler wasn't the type to give him any, unless of course he was crying, then Oncie was smothered in it, but right now he really just wanted attention from his larger doppelganger. So he did the only thing he could think of. He lifted his arms up, towards Greed-ler.
Greed-ler didn't really know what Oncie wanted, but none the less he brought his hand over, expecting that the smaller, wanted him to pick him up. Instead, when his hand was close enough, Oncie wrapped his arms around his pointer, and leaned his head against his knuckle.
"I'm sorry this is stressing you out, and distracting you from work." He apologized stroking his own thumb against the fabric of the finger, and hiding his face in the glove.
Greed barely felt the feather like touch through his glove. He just stared at the boy and wished he was normal size. Every time Oncie would have that apologetic face on, Greed-ler would normally jump him, and plant small kisses all over him, but now he couldn't do that. Well he could, but it just wouldn't seem right. Even now as he moved his thumb so it would go under his chin, he couldn't stand how extra gentle he had to be. He was trying to stay calm, and comforting Oncie in such a way was hard. Especially with those apologetic eyes. He was actually wondering if Oncie was doing in on purpose now. Maybe one kiss couldn't hurt.
He lifted his hand out of the boy's grip, and moved his hand around so he could collect the boy. Oncie wrapped an arm around his thumb, and pointer as he was lifted. Greed-ler had moved his hand so Oncie had no choice but to lean back, and hold on, unless he wanted to fall. He brought the boy up close. Observing the faint color of pink, that was brushing over his face, and how nervous he suddenly looked. He was just so cute.
Bringing the boy up to his mouth, he planted a light kiss right on his chest. He would have left it at that if Oncie didn't let out a small moan. It was adorable. And the scent of him being so close, what was wrong with him being this size again? Oh yeah, he's just smaller. More sensitive. He planted another kiss just slightly higher, and gently blew on Oncie's neck. His whole body shivered in his hand. Did he have a plan of action here? No, he was just going to wing it.
He curled his fingers tighter around the boy, and clumsily stroked his pinky finger over the boy's lower region. It was a light brush on Greed-ler's part, but the moan that escaped Oncie's mouth said otherwise. He gulped, and continued brushing over the area, back and forth, while adding more and more pressure each time.
Oncie squirmed in his grip. He clutched on to his thumb, and tried covering his mouth to muffle the moans that were coming more desperately now. His pants were getting painfully tight, and he himself was wondering just how far Greed-ler was going to go with this. Greed-ler was just staring at the button on Oncies' pants.
How exactly was he going to unbutton them? He could have Oncie do it, but he was enjoying watching the boy cling to his thumb as he continued stroking the boy. He was a complete mess now. Biting his lip and thrusting his hips, just slightly up, to meet the brush of Greed-ler's finger. No, he wanted Oncie to enjoy this to the fullest. Finally setting the phone down, he brought his gloved hand up to his mouth. Biting the tip of his gloved finger, he pulled his hand out of it. Releasing it from his mouth, he carefully used his nail to slip under the pants line. Oncie was watching, and let out a light gasp when Greed-ler jerked his nail up, and successfully ripped his pants' open.
Alright, he was positive the hard part was over. He gripped the flap of the pants and began pulling them down. Oncie had lifted his hips, so that made it a lot easier. It was really like undressing a doll. If Oncie was to remain this size, he could always make the boy cute little doll cloths' to walk around in. How cute he'd look in different little outfits each day. His boxer's, were off.
Oncie was staring up at Greed-ler to see what his next action was. He wasn't sure how exactly Greed-ler was planning on continuing this. At this size, he couldn't do anything for the larger, so what Greed-ler's next action was going to be was still a mystery. Until Greed-ler lifted the boy back up to his face. He stuck his tongue out and began prodding the boy down there.
Oncie gasped. His vision disappeared for a second, and then came back in a glaze, as he began squirming under the Greed-ler's tongue. It felt like nothing he ever experienced. The organ lapping over him, then worming itself against him. He silently wished he were just a bit bigger, so then maybe that tongue could penetrate him.
Greed-ler was keeping his eyes on Oncie. The boy looked like a heated, moaning mess, gripping his thumb as if it was his only support. He was actually enjoying this. The worry he felt earlier was gone, and replaced with the need of relief in his pants. Snaking his free hand down, he unzipped himself, and reached in. At the feel of his own hand, he stopped licking the boy to let out a hiss of pleasure, but then quickly went right back to attacking his little lover.
This was becoming a little too heated for him. Oncie was screaming his name repeatedly, and Greed-ler just wanted to see him come now. He was leaning back in his hair pumping himself to each moan and cry that Oncie released from those adorable tiny lips. Shit he was so cute. Maybe he should have tried taking his shirt off too so he could lick all over Oncie. Well if they couldn't find the Lorax soon, he'd be sure to do this again.
"Ahhah, Gre-Greed-ler." He panted out stare up at him. "I… I'm gonna.."
Greed-ler smirked. He was so close now. He brought the boy closer. His legs spreading wider and brushing against his lower jaw. With him so close Greed-ler was able to push more pressure on the boy. He felt himself getting close to. Pumping himself faster, he could feel Oncie shivering. His back arched off his hand, and with a final scream of his name, he felt Oncie cum. His release landing on his tongue. He took his tongue away just for a second to taste the smaller boy, and release a moan of his own. His own release flooded his hand. He sighed in relief and let it ghost over the panting boy.
It was adorable. Next to the moan and screams, Oncie's afterglow was his favorite. He just looked so peaceful leaning against his fingers, while his legs dangled over his hand. Okay he will admit it. This wasn't such a horrible incident. It was, but Oncie was right, it could have been worse.
Seeing as the tissues were out of his reach he shook his hand to shake his release off, and proceeded, to just whip the rest off on his pants. It wasn't like he had multiple pairs of them anyway, besides, he could use a shower. He glanced down at Oncie. Or maybe a bath would be better. Yeah. A bath for him, and a Tupperware bowl filled with water and bubbles for Oncie. That could work.
'I'm so done.' I whisper to myself. And then I begin to wonder, should I continue this?