Mmm. I was born premature, so I was short pretty much until I was eighteen. Then the family viking genes kicked in. I would've been able to fit in your arms without much trouble.

[Jack gets treated to more of those noises as his ass is cupped and kneaded, legs squirming slightly as he curls in as close as possible, one of his legs curling around one of Jack's.]

Well, I'm not the shortest in the family anymore. That title goes to my cousin.