#butchchub

there’s nothing that compares with the intimacy of a belly rub after a heavy meal. you’re so helpless and vulnerable, sleepily full and weighed down by your digesting tummy. then to have hands on that belly, gently prodding and rubbing over the most sensitive, stretched parts—it’s like nothing else. knowing that person can feel every little gurgle and groan, feeling burps come up from every carefully firm press of their palm. not being able to help the sighs and groans that spill out of your mouth, both from their trailing hands and the stream of praise you’re given—“you did so perfect.” “you feel amazing.” “you’re so hot like this.” and all you can do is moan, letting them take care of you, relishing the way you don’t even have to lift a finger