ice soup for dinner

So. Sorry bud. We aren't having breakfast today. Such a shame, I have a really good strawberry cream cheese Danish in the kitchen but I guess I'll just have to skip it and have a small handful of cereal before I lay down for a nap in the hopes that you finally cooperate!

I need Itto STARVING. ON HIS KNEES BEGGING FOR A GOOD MEAL. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE SOMEONE WRITE THIS I WILL GO INSANE.

Kevin was hunched over his keyboard, tapping away at his computer with one hand, the other slung loosely over his middle. His stomach rumbled faintly under his palm. But Kevin was too invested in his work to notice. Unbeknown to him, his cubicle neighbour could hear every little sound.

Guuuu-Glorp…. Grooooowllll…

Matt stared at his computer screen, trying in vain to read the lines of code. How on earth was he supposed to work under these conditions?? Another longing growl came from his left and he bit his cheek, trying to breathe through the arousal.

GroooooWWWWLLLL….

The sound lasted for four seconds. Matt was starting to pitch a tent. He stood up and awkwardly shuffled to the bathroom when nobody was looking. After relieving himself as quietly as he could, he fetched Kevin some snacks from the kitchen.

“Hey buddy,” he signed, leaning awkwardly against the thin divider separating their tables. Kevin failed to look up until Matt placed the snacks on his table.

A small nod of gratitude was all he got from the man.

Just as well! Now he would eat and Matt would regain his ability to focus!

Grrrrrrrrrrrr… Grooooaaaaghhhh

Distantly, Kevin seemed to be aware that there was food on his table. But he kept telling himself he would eat once he was done with work.

Guuuuu… GrRRGhhhhh… GRRRROOOOOWWWWLLLLLL…

Matt had his head in his hands. Kevin´s stomach would not stop rumbling. It was like a siren song, keeping him in place. It was too early to leave work and he was too horny to bear looking Kevin in the eyes and asking him to please, for the love of god, eat something.

Maybe he could get the man take out? Something wonderful smelling that Kevin would be obligated to eat while it was still warm. But- But what if he didn´t? What if he resisted? If his stomach rumbled even louder, begging for the food it could smell but not have.

GRRRRRRR….

Matt wiped the sweat off his brow and rearranged a few things around his desk. His pants were getting awfully tight. He took a deep breath.

Steady now. easy now. It´s just a sound.

He was losing his mind over a co-worker being a little peckish. It would be ridiculous to make a fuss about this, to bother Kevin any more than he already had. No, he didn´t want to tell him. He wanted to be home, replaying these sounds in his mind for hours.

Another deep growl tore through Kevin´s gut and the man audible groaned.

Matt was squirming in his seat when finally, FINALLY he heard the sound of rustling. A wrapper being undone. A few bites being eaten. Matt sighed in relief.

His prayers had been answered!!

Then- A clicking sound. Keyboard clacker.

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR…. GROOOOWWWWLLLL…

NATURALLY thin stomachs sunken in from casual hunger, enough to see the MODEST outline of thier ribs~

Famished bellies tag go ape shit when any type of liquid first splashes in~

Manually being able to slosh said liquid around with thier hand placed right under that pocket where thier stomach sits~

Groaning from sharp hunger pangs~

Taunting someone’s hunger with either pictures of food or thier smell~

Them licking their lips before thier stomach growls~

TUM RUBS

Pushing a hand DEEP into said stomach pocket~

“As hallow as a fucking drum...”

“I haven’t eaten since ___”

Deep growls of pure hunger

Those guttural rumbles that shake through an empty stomach are my absolute favorite. The kind that only come from not eating for an extended period of time. The kind that get exasperated by stuff like coffee. The primal sound of a body calling for food.