(Original work by me)
 Til gingerly stepped in to the bath, finally having gotten the perfect temperature. Her eyes quickly flicked towards Mole, making sure he was still perched safely in his little inflatable flamingo floaty before lowering herself in to the sparkly, bubbly water.
 "It's always magnificent, watching you step in to the bath," Mole called up to her, his grip on the flamingoes neck tightening with a squeak as Til's arrival upset the water. Little waves threatened to bowl it over completely, but the bubbles on either side bolstered it enough that he was able to stabilize. A silly grin, bordering on a smirk, plastered Mole's face as Til rolled her eyes and smiled.
 "You're a dork," Til replied, a hand reaching under the flamingo floaty to hold it steady. She could see the shoulders of her tiny partner relax a little more, his vice grip around the poor flamingo finally loosening with a clipped squeak. He exhaled gratefully, a small, adorable sound that made the corner of Til's lips twitch in amusement. She settled further in to the bath, gently drawing the flamingo towards her as she lay down, her face nearly in the water and eyes level with Mole.
 "Goddesses Gardens, how did I end up with such a handsome little bath toy?" Til teased, twitching her eyebrow in the way she knew would make her bathing partner react. She looked him up and down, idly swirling her free hand in the pink and blue shimmering water. Mole remained locked to her blue, blue eyes and shivered involuntarily. Til could see little goosebumps feathering across his opal skin. "Oh, dear," she murmured, "you look cold. Here..."
 She slowly started pulling the flamingo down, into the bathwater. A little bit started spilling over the sides, just enough for Mole to slip on and stumble back, landing flat on his back with his feet sticking straight up in the air, arms still flailing for grip even though he had nothing to grab on to. Til chuckled at his gasp and subsequent huff of indignation.
 "Hey!"
 Til pulled her other hand out of the water, reaching for Mole. His indignation melted away as he felt warm, wet fingers wrap around him and pick him up gently. Til smiled softly as he relaxed in to her hand, arms loosely wrapped around her thumb.
 "Sorry, love. You're just magnificent, the way you get in the bath."
 He responded with a loose snort, recognising his ability to be graceful was definitely limited in situations like this. Taking a deep breath, he held Til's thumb tighter, reveling in the warmth and safety. He exhaled, feeling the days stress leave him and trickle down Til's hand with the dripping bathwater. Idly tracing circles on his back with her middle finger, she brought him closer to her chest, cupping her other hand around him and gently lowering both hands in the water, sloping them and making a sort of basin shape. She stopped when the warm, shimmery water was to his thighs. She could see his skin flushing as the pleasant change in temperature painted itself across his small body.
 He relaxed further, letting himself slip in to the warm water, sighing deeply. Til opened her hands, guiding him to settle on her submerged chest, just above her belly. They lay like that for a while, enjoying the warm water and soft scents of the bath bomb swirling around them, the ambient spice of an incense stick hovering assertively in the background.
 Mole dozed, eyes half lidded as Til continued tracing up and down his arm with a finger. She loved looking at him, admiring all his perfect little features. His scars and tattoos, the small lines of definition in his chin and cheeks, his tiny but deft hands. She shifted, settling herself again, and a low growl tremored through the bathwater. A blush was already blooming on Til's face by the time Mole opened one brown eye and peered up at her.
 "You forgot bath snacks again, didn't you?" Mole teased. He was a little disappointed in all honesty; he had never liked the idea of snacks in the bath, but the first time Til dumped mini m&ms in a bowl with him and floated the bowl in the bathtub like a little candy island... How could he not be hooked? Til just huffed a little, biting her lip, annoyed at herself. Mole shifted his body against her stomach, pushing his feet in to it gently and illiciting another growl.
 "Isn't it so interesting how the water seems to make it louder?" Mole asked innocently. Til could have sworn he was batting his eyelashes at her.
 My boyfriend's a bath hussy, she thought to herself. But then a devious thought crossed her mind.
 "Yeah... I wonder if it sounds even louder from in the water," she mused, hoping to appeal to his curious side. He thought for a second, trying to come up with how that could work, and was completely unprepared for Til quickly curling her fingers back around him and lifting him out of the water, making him jump and squirm a little.
 "Hey! Hey, Til, kinda tight there," Mole yelped a little, trying not to sound as startled as he was. Til relaxed her grip a little, but not enough for him to wriggle away. He pushed out as hard as he could, trying to squeeze at least an arm free. He was panting at that point; he knew there was no earthly way he could ever be strong enough to push her hand open, but it didn't stop him from trying. It was all in good fun anyway, he thought. Right?
 Finally, either through sheer luck or Til's taking pity on him, he was able to pop his left arm free between two of her fingers.
 "Oh, what's this here for? Offering to give me a hand?" Til crooned, slowly opening her mouth and introducing his hand to the soft, warm darkness.
 He could feel each of her tastebuds flitting over his skin like slickened stones, the bumpy surface pliant under his fingers. It slowly started creeping up his arm, approaching his elbow, wet warmth bleeding outward from everywhere her tongue touched. His face flushed crimson, a mix of sheer heat, a little desire, and fear partly to blame. He gasped as she pulled the rest of his arm in, her lips now hovering just inches from his face as she sucked gently on his forearm, and he felt a different sensation, one that felt less like a squeeze and more like a-
 *glk*
 In one smooth motion, he jerked his hand back right as Til swallowed. He felt the very top of her throat grasp at his fingers as he frantically tried pulling his arm away from her, feeling her soft palate and the back of her tongue teasing his fingertips, squeezing around them just enough to remind him he couldn't move without her cooperation. And she wasn't feeling in a very cooperative mood.
 She pulled away from him, just enough that she could keep his hand within reach of her tongue and mouth and still look at him. He spluttered, lost for words. Had it been five minutes or five seconds? He jumped a little as a soft "mmmm" vibrated around his fingers, still pressed involuntarily in to her tongue. She finally relented, releasing him.
 "Sorry, little Mo, you just taste so *good*." She smirked. His heart dropped. She only called him that when...
 He didn't have time to finish the thought before her tongue was back, this time pressing at his feet. She exhaled on him, her warm breath causing him to shudder, all his tiny hairs standing on end. He gasped, wrapping his free arm tightly around her finger as she slowly dragged her tongue up his legs, stopping just short of his pelvis. He saw the corner of her lips turn up in a smile as he shivered under her tongue, grasping her finger tightly. She hummed softly, though he was unsure if that was because he held her tighter or she liked the way he tasted.
 "Even better," she murmured, sultry tone dripping from her words. "You're wet..."
 Mole gasped as her tongue returned, licking up further, teasing across his untrimmed mound, the wet heat sinking down. He was wet, probably had been before the bath in all honesty. But the constantly shifting, silky sensation of Til's wandering tongue commanded his attention as it inquisitively prodded him between the legs. With a jagged exhale, he let her in.
 Warmth shifted to heat, and soon her tongue had snaked fully between his legs and scooped him up. Mole slipped on the slick surface, unable to grab hold of anything to brace himself as he melted in to her. Alarm bells rang distantly in the back of his mind, his body distracted by the shifting sensations everywhere and the mixed sense of safety and arousal dulling his sense of danger. Til tucked his feet in to her lips and slowly started sucking his legs in, tongue teasingly rubbing along the back of his neck, distracting him further. He bit back a moan as his hips met her lips.
 Til chuckled lowly, holding Moles tiny hand between her fingers and gently squeezing. She exhaled another warm breath over him, enjoying his subsequent shudder and the smallest of lewd noises as she deliberately pressed her lips in to his hip bones, firmly pressing her tongue against his back. He tasted so *good* when he let her have him, she thought. But he was in this position because he was being punished, and Til mused that he was perhaps enjoying this a little too much.
 Mole was snapped harshly out of his stupor by the realisation he was in far deeper than he thought, just in time for the back of Til's throat to coil up and close around his ankles.
 "Til, what's going on-"
 *gLK*
 Slick, rippling muscles rolled up around his feet, gripping them frighteningly tight in their spongy but strong embrace. He tried to squirm free, but Til had her lips firmly pressed around his middle, tongue flexing beneath him as if to remind him who was in charge. He only slipped in a few inches, but it had cost him enough ground that he was beginning to feel more afraid than aroused. He realised she was holding one of his hands and pressed against her face with his free one, knowing he wasn't strong enough to stop her if she really wanted to...
 "Mmm?" Til hummed around Mole, slowly wrapping her fingers around him and pulling him out of her mouth, smiling. Her eyes were locked on Mole, making him blush and squirm half heartedly in her grasp. "Something the matter?" Her words rolled over him like dense fog, pulling him back down to her like a trap. He stopped struggling for a moment to catch his breath, hunting for words.
 "Jeez, Til. You.. You really got me worried there, for a second I thought you might, you might've actually... I was worried you were going to..." He trailed off nervously, reluctant to say it out loud as her gaze stayed locked to his, an almost predatory look on her face. She waited, watching him struggle for words, watching the hesitancy and fear and anticipation on his face, and she reveled in it. In perfect timing, another assertive growl came from her midsection, punctuating the silence. Til smiled wickedly.
 "Say it," she breathed, the candlelight flickering off her face, hovering inches from his.
 She could see the tiny beads of sweat on his face, adorable little diamonds that betrayed his feelings so that Til knew exactly how he was feeling, no matter whether he said it or not. But he took a deep breath, steadying himself, and she felt him tense faintly in her hand.
 "S-swallow me..."
 The last thing he saw clearly was her tongue rushing towards him. He threw his hands up, a reflexive response to protect himself, or at least tell himself he tried to. Then everything was dark and wet.
 Til pressed him face-first in to her tongue with a finger, holding his legs together while she carefully tasted his front before flipping him over and pushing him in up to his thighs. Her tongue slid under him, buffering his legs from her teeth before curling up between them and pulling him the rest of the way in.
 Mole panicked as his world became much, much smaller around him. The only sounds he could hear were the wet squishes from her tongue, tasting him throughoughly, her breath rolling in and out of her lungs somewhere below, her heartbeat lowly pulsing in the background and all around him. Everything was moving, and hot, and wet, and he was profoundly disoriented. He pressed his hands blindly in front of him and felt hard, smooth ridges, and realised he must be on his back, facing up, and his hands were currently pushing against the roof of his partner's mouth.
 He squeaked at the sensation of her tongue lewdly slipping between his legs, searching for his folds. Til knew she found them when she saw Mole's little feet twitch outside her mouth.
 Overwhelming was an understatement. Mole was barraged from every angle with sounds and sensations, and that very distracting tongue pressing firmly against his sex, making him moan and arch his back. He felt her palate firmly against his chest as her tongue continued pushing him.
 A gasp escaped him when her tongue finally found his entrance and pushed against it. He couldn't help himself as he relaxed his hips and, for the second time, let her in, his fear overruled by her dominance.
 Til reached up to grab his legs and try to hold him still. She wanted to taste him, every last little inch.
 Her tongue tip prodded and pressed against him more firmly, finally feeling some give. Mole gasped and dropped his hips, grinding against it as it started slipping inside him. Her absolute control was intoxicating and he had yet again forgotten about what he was afraid was happening.
 Til began firmly fucking Mole with the tip of her tongue, managing his squirming by keeping hold of his legs and gently sucking on him to keep him from bucking around too much. She felt his small hands running over her tongue and palate before one of them wandered lower and lower.
 Naughty boy, Til thought, before swallowing.
 A jolt of pleasure shot through Mole as Til's tongue slid deeper in to him, before his orientation changed. He realised he was tilting backwards slightly, just before feeling the unmistakable sensation of her throat closing around him. He tried to let out a muffled cry, but it choked off as she plunged her tongue even deeper inside him, hot and wet and pressing deep and firm in to his most sensitive places. All Mole could feel was Til, everywhere. Everything was Til.
 He took a ragged breath. The throat slowly retreated from him before he heard another groan, slowly building from below until he felt her throat opening before him again, the sound of the growling gurgle from her stomach rolling up and over him like a tidal wave. He squirmed lightly in fear again before Til flexed her tongue inside him, causing him to moan and arch his back again while she giggled around him. He was so completely hers, whether he wanted to be or not.
 He fought weakly as he felt her tongue stiffen again, recognising the feeling before another swallow enveloped his head and shoulders. This time, he felt his legs slip further in and her tongue began fucking him harder, her lips around his feet the only thing stopping him from being pulled completely in to her throat. He knew he was wet, but it was completely lost on him how much this was turning him on until he felt himself starting to come. He tried pulling it back, tried to pull his legs together, but she had him exactly where she wanted him and wasn't going to let go until she had her prize. He panted, grinding harder against her tongue, relinquishing himself to her and this moment completely.
 He cried out as he crested, gripping her tongue with his knees as he spilled all he had in her mouth. He felt her moan softly around him, her own heartbeat speeding up around him as she continued fucking him, her tongue rolling beneath him as she swallowed his pleasure.
 He was still coming as he felt her throat, familiar now, reaching up and wrapping around his upper body. It was hot and tight and so, so wet. He couldn't fight if he wanted to as he weakly bucked his hips in to her slowing tongue. She gently started pulling it out before licking him clean and swallowing again.
 He whimpered softly as the throat embraced him tightly, taking charge now as it squeezed around him. Til lay back, letting his own weight and movements sink him further in to her throat. He could feel her tongue pressing against his legs, tucking them up before another languid gulp embraced the rest of his body. He wriggled in her throat as the ribbed, rippling muscles shifted and pulled him deeper inside her. It was too slippery to get any kind of grip or even slow himself down as another rolling swallow pressed his face to a firm ring of muscle. He barely had a moment to explore it with his hands before it opened before him, squeezing him out in to the dark, humid chamber.
 It was dark, but not absolute, and as his eyes adjusted he could see the wrinkles in the walls, softly lit with a pinkish tinge. His heart fluttered in his chest as the stomach moved around him, gently squeezing him in a full body embrace before relaxing around him, cradling his small form gently. He curled up against the nearest wall, hand pressed to it as he breathed deeply. He could feel her heart.
 Til smiled, placing a hand over her stomach, feeling him flutter within her. The water was warm around her and she sighed, sinking deeper in to the bath, the swirling waters dancing around her.
 "You okay in there, little one?" She murmured, stroking her belly. She felt him tapping against the walls, their signal that he was okay. She smiled, wrapping her arms around herself, loving the feeling of the warm water around her and her lover within her.
 Mole knew she had settled deeper in to the bath because the sounds around him changed. Her heartbeat became slower, her stomach relaxing around him. He could hear the water shifting around outside her stomach, every sound in her body amplified and enveloping him. It was warm and soft like wet silk. He lay back and closed his eyes, dozing off, the familiar feeling of his lover surrounding him.