An Itch to Hitch
|| CONTENT WARNING || Coursing of Arousal Level
Recalling those silent moments, where one would just want to shout into the abyss. When one with the kink would consciously and internally want to experience the very thing that would satiate, perhaps overflow their glass at an intense matter of circumstance.
Inducing would do such bliss, it would be enough, solely to subject themselves for it to happen, all on their own. Just imagining it sends a shiver down their spine just to feel, to hear, to see it unravel for their satisfaction. It won't take too long, hopefully. So then:
A quietly removed themselves out of bed, their yawn proving their lack of sleep. They headed down towards the open kitchen in their humble abode to start on their evening meal. It had been a long lazy afternoon, ought to move the muscles around. Rummaging of pots and utensils filled the room as A busied themselves with prepping a small dinner.
They hummed softly to themselves as they cook a light meal of crab and corn soup. A thought about the recent case they had, although it was months ago. How it jostled their entire middle torso, how they could control the volume and pacing at times, the feeling of drowning themselves into the feels, damn it all, they were getting distracted. Again.
A shook their head slightly, focusing on the cooking tasks in front of them, trying to push those thoughts to the back, sealed in a vault, figuratively. But the memories kept resurfacing, making it difficult for them to fully concentrate. They couldn't help but feel a subtle sense of arousal stirring within, even amid the kitchen preparations.
They took a moment to compose themselves, taking a deep breath. A reminded their other half that they needed to focus on the cooking, and not on the thoughts of inducing. But fwock, it was hard to ignore the images that kept popping up in their head. A continued to cook, their body growing ever warm with desire as the memories and thoughts lingered in their mind.
Distracting themselves did them any favor, that nagging and itching sensation would not go away. Perhaps they could find relief if they get a case, just for a few minutes. It was risky, but it might just give them the relief they craved.
They then quietly set aside the pot they were stirring from, turning off the stove for a moment. A reached into the pantry, rummaging around until they found something that would surely do the trick.
They grabbed a small liquid seasoning with spice bottle, hidden away in the back of the pantry. It was harmless spice with flavor, an item that they knew would trigger them. Of course, they will drizzle it over rice, silly of them to take it straight off the bottle.
Taking a deep breath, A unscrewed the cap, pouring a fair drizzle of the it onto the bowl of rice they prepped. Mixing it evenly, they took bite after bite. Chewing and swallowing the rice ever so quick and it would feel heavy as it slid down their throat.
"Mmmf-" They breathed momentarily before, "HMK!"
Immediately, a tingling sensation spread in their gullet, followed by the inevitable onset of hiccups.
"Mm…nnn…H'MUCK!"
A grimaced as the hiccups started to come, their body involuntarily jolting with each one. The sensations were a little stronger than they had anticipated, feeling vulnerable, but it was exactly what they needed in the moment. A leaned against the kitchen island, their breath hitching with each involuntary hiccup, the sensation both distracting and satisfying their internal craving.
Clutching their stomach as the hiccups continued, each one a gentle but firm reminder of the pleasure they were both seeking and resisting in the moment. Part of them wanted to revel in it, to give in to the sensations, but they knew they couldn't afford to linger for too long…
"Hirk!Hrmk!Hnk-GULK! Oof…"
A stood there for a few moments, letting the hiccups run their course, their body shaking and jerking slightly with each one. It was a strange mix of relief and discomfort, but damn, it was scratching that itch, giving it a brief respite from the internal battle.
Occassionally stifling a small groan or grunt as the hiccup episode came to an end. Their body relaxed slightly, the sensations slowly fading. They took a deep breath, trying to steady themselves before turning back to the stove, resuming the cooking as if nothing had happened.
It started again.
"Mmrk!-ooh…'scuse me…HIG'IRK!-HUCKLE-GRK!"
A said out of habit as they felt the familiar tingling sensation return to their throat. They tried to suppress it, but the hiccups flared up once more, stronger this time.
They clutched their stomach again, trying to muffle the sounds coming from their mouth. A's body shook and jerked with each involuntary hiccup; the sensations almost overpoweringly good.
A leaned against the counter, trying to stay upright as the hiccups continued. A groan escaped from their lips, the indulgence almost too much to contain. They couldn't help but feel both guilty and excited, the secret satisfaction of giving in to their desires mingling with the acknowledgment that they were playing a dangerous game.
They would lay both palms on their middle torso as it convulses, jostle, and jerk ever so quickly, it would drown them to arousal.
A's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions as they allowed their other half to give in to the sensations. They pressed their palms firmly against their middle, feeling the involuntary movements of the hiccups ripple through their body.
"HUCK’ULP!-MMLP!-buh." They sighed; a grunt followed. They left their mouth open slightly only to end with, "Mmm…hnn-HIRK!uh!-sss-sHUCKS!..."
With each jerk and jolt, left speechless, they couldn't help the soft groan-moan that escaped their lips. Eventually, it subsided after a good long while, leaving an exhausted A content and knackered to do core. The capability to induce is too profound for them to possess, yet the pursuit of consciousness to do so at the ideal and appropriate moment should balance it all.