I love the sleepy relaxation that comes with being fried. Yea that includes in a kink context too.
Consensually ofc, lovers sitting on the couch after sparking up together, high out of their minds after demolishing take out. One’s reclined back against the arm rest half lidded, while their partner has their ear planted firmly against the soft swell of their gently burbling tummy. Weather it be the substance flowing through their system, or the obnoxious amount of grease that had coated the slices of pizza they’d wolfed down in a hurry, Their stomach seemed to be making a slightly more noticeable ruckus that usual. Not that either minded, to them it sounded like absolute bliss, to their partner, it felt the same too, the added weight and warmth only seeming to lull them further away to cloud nine…
























