thinking about yg cleaning up after hosting a party and putting away the majority of a medium sized chocolate sheet cake into a weakly protesting but incredibly pliant sj.
"ah, yg-yah." the rumble of his belly is high up practically in his chest. there's no room left below. "why did you--ugh-pff."
even the gas bubbles feel heavy. rich and thick like the cake itself.
and yg kisses him deeply. like he's trying to eat sj. tasting the sweetness of the cake on their tongues. it's warm and comforting to keep their mouths full even when sj couldn't possibly eat more and there is no more cake left.
they are both lethargic from impending food coma and after party burnout. their movements are clumsy and the extra jostling makes sj moan. he's too full, clearly. belly big, swollen with creamy cake filling. the skin tight and distended held between his own two stabilizing hands to provide what superficial comfort he can.
and yg is ravenous.
"I can't believe you did it," yg says breathlessly. he feels ready to combust. weak and trembly just looking at sj. he moves on from making out with sj's mouth to his belly instead. gentler than before of course. the skin around sj's belly button is hot and pink and so silky smooth. he can't stop thinking about just how much of that chocolate cake is in him right now and it makes his mouth go dry and heat crawl up his neck and his heart pounds. "you're amazing."
sj can't really reply. he's too far gone. too heavy with cake and lust and pain to do anything but lay still. but he smiles all the same. he'd do anything for his yg after all.