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The sun is peaking through the curtains as you wake, the golden light tracing a line across the bed, still low enough not to shine in your eyes. You’re cozy and warm in your drowsy morning haze, snuggling deeper into the covers and your boyfriend’s arms as your mind slowly adjusts to being awake. Charlie’s on his side, one arm around you, and he gently pulls you closer as you nestle into him. You feel his chest expand and fall with a deep breath that ruffles your hair as he begins to wake. Its a comfortable, lazy sort of morning, with nowhere to be, and nothing more important than sleeping in and enjoying each other’s company.
You’re starting to doze off again when your attention is caught by the soft, hungry gurgling of Charlie’s stomach. Its loud enough, there’s no denying the both of you heard it, and he lets out a pathetic little whine, an affectionate grin spreading across your face. You adjust yourself and lean in to kiss him, and he kisses back with sleepy enthusiasm. There’s a pretty flush on his face when you eventually pull away, and the look of love in his half lidded eyes and the goofy smile on his face makes your heart glow with warmth.
His voice is low and crackly. “G’morning.”
“Mornin’. You want breakfast?”
He nods, giving you a pleading look. “Please.”
You give him another quick kiss and begin to extract yourself from his arms, pushing back the covers. You immediately miss the warmth of the bed as you set your feet down on the cold floor, but once you put your slippers and robe on, its not quite so bad. “You getting up now too?”
“In a minute.” Charlie shuts his eyes again, grabbing hold of your pillow and hugging it close, and giving him one last smile, you make your way out into the kitchen.
You rub the sleep from your eyes as you start up a pot of coffee, measuring out the grinds and setting it brewing. Next you fetch a pan from the cupboard and set it beside the stove, before moving over to the fridge to get out the eggs. The carton feels concerningly light in your hand, and after shutting the refrigerator door and setting the carton down on the counter, you open it to find only one egg left inside. Your brow furrows as you consider what to do. Breakfast without eggs is disappointing, but surely not the end of the world as long as you have plenty of everything else. You dig back into the fridge again. You’re almost out of bacon too, it seems. No sausage anywhere to be found. There’s less than a cup of milk left, only one yogurt, and after you abandon the fridge to search the cupboards, you discover just the heels of your loaf of bread left in the bag, an empty cereal box for some reason not thrown away, and barely enough pancake mix for a single small pancake. How on earth did your supplies run this low? When was the last time you sent out an order for groceries? You shake your head, booting up your laptop on the kitchen counter. Breakfast will be unavoidably delayed. There’s not much to be done about it.
You’ve got your usual grocery store website open, plotting out your list, when you hear soft footsteps behind you, and a pair of strong arms wrap around your middle. Charlie stands behind you and pulls you back against him, nestling his face into the crook of your neck. Before you can even speak, you unmistakably feel his empty belly rumbling against your back, cramping with hunger and letting out a loud, low growling. He groans a little. “Breakfast soon?”
“We’re out of pretty much everything. I’ve gotta place an order. Its gonna be a little bit, I’m sorry, love.”
He whines, holding you a little bit tighter. You carry on with your task, adding eggs to your cart, searching up bacon next, and Charlie starts nuzzling his nose along your neck, pressing light kisses on your skin. He seems to still be very sleepy, his speech a little slow and slurred by drowsiness. “Smells good.”
“The coffee?” The pot is about half full by now, and the scent is filling the kitchen. He could probably grab a cup to tide him over if he wanted to.
“Mm, no, you. You smell good.”
You give a little laugh, as he noses your robe aside to place an open mouth kiss on your shoulder. “Can’t imagine my morning breath is that good.” Your breath hitches suddenly as you feel him latch onto your skin, sucking in a way that will most certainly leave a hickey. Fuck, it feels good. But you’ve got to focus. What else did you need to buy? Its so much harder to think like this. You can’t help but moan a little even as you scold him. “God, Charlie, give me a minute. I’ve got to finish this.”
He hums a little and pulls his lips away but carries on nosing higher up your neck. “Can’t help it. You’re so yummy.”
Your heart skips a beat, and a tingle runs down your spine as he latches on again, tonguing at your skin as he sucks another bruise into it. Surely he’s not going to… He only uses words like that when he’s thinking of…
His stomach grumbles again against your back, and his arms around you tighten further. You can feel him growing hard as well. He releases his second hickey and drags his tongue up your neck to your jawline, a low moan in his throat. You let out a shuddering breath, heat pooling in your groin. What were you doing again? “Charlie, I’ve- Jesus Christ, hold on. I’ve got to place this order so we can make breakfast. I can order take out too if you can’t wait that long. Ok?”
He just hums again, and you aren’t sure he was even listening for a moment as he nibbles on your earlobe. When he speaks, his breath tickles your ears and sends another shiver through you. “Why wait at all when I’ve got a tasty little meal right here?”
Your legs feel weak, like you might melt to the floor, but he’s holding you so tightly you’re trapped upright against him. You try not to whimper when you open your mouth. “God. Ok, ok, just let me get through this list. We’ve got to have food in the house, if you’d just be patient…” Your thoughts are cut off by more gurgling groans from his middle, and he releases you with his left arm, though his right has no trouble keeping you in place. His hand unties your robe around your waist as you try desperately to remember what else you were supposed to buy. Breakfast foods. What do people eat for breakfast? Bread. You need bread. You quickly type it in and scroll through to your usual brand as Charlie begins to pull your robe down off your shoulders.
He moves his head over to the other side to give you another hickey, his teeth pressing in a bit harder this time, as he slides the robe all the way off of one arm, taking control of it and leaving you to type one handed. His sleepiness from before is gone, replaced by hungry possessiveness. He licks and kisses and bites across your arm as he pulls your hand up towards his face, murmuring in a low voice all the way. “Mm, you’re so delicious, did you know that? My sweet lover, all mine. Mine to hold, and to mark, and to fuck, and to devour – every part of you belongs to me. You’re so delectable, you make me so hungry, I need you inside of me.”
Holy fuck, is it hard to focus. Charlie pulls your fingers into his mouth, noisily sucking on them with a moan as you tremble in his grasp. You’re running out of time and you know it, but the knowledge isn’t making your frazzled brain work any faster. What the fuck kind of cereal does Charlie eat? Does it even matter, when your hand is halfway in his mouth, and his hot, soft, slippery tongue is swirling around your fingers? Just pick something at random. Honey something- the one with the oats, that’s probably healthy, he’d like that. You quickly add it to the cart and finalize the order. You can worry about the rest later. You’ve done all you can. Its done, its been paid for and delivery has been scheduled, and you can finally give your full attention over to-
Charlie, who’s patience has run out. You turn to look back at him, and he catches your eye. Quickly, he adjusts his hold, your robe falling to the floor as he flips you around and forces your back against the counter. He presses his hips against yours to keep you in place, and you can feel his arousal against yours. His empty stomach groans, long and wet and loud, with so much intensity it sounds painful. He takes your other hand, pulling it in alongside the other, into his mouth and deeper, to the back of his throat. Your heart is pounding, your face flushed hot, and you watch, with bated breath, as he takes the first swallow.
With a loud squelchy gulp that makes your heart drop, your hands are forced down into his throat. The strong muscles of his esophagus ripple and squeeze around them tightly, and you know that there’s no stopping this now. He swallows again, leaning towards you and engulfing more of your arms, moving his own hands down to run over your body. You find your voice as he feels you up, fingers tracing down your chest and along your waist and hips. “You greedy bastard.” You sound a little hysterical, breaking out in a grin as your heightened emotions and arousal fog your brain. “You’ve got no patience at all, do you? You glutton, you couldn’t wait more than 10 minutes after waking up before stuffing yourself with the first thing you got your hands on.” You cut off with a whimper as he swallows again, a moan vibrating deep in his throat around your arms. “Fuck, you feel so good. Do I taste good for you, Charlie? Fuck. Swallow me. I’m yours, I’m all yours.” Another swallow. His body is pressed against yours. He’s fully hard, and he bucks his hips into you, more profanities falling from your lips. You can see the bulge your arms are making in his throat, and only wish you could watch the rest, as he grabs your head and pulls it down, another gulp forcing it into his mouth.
His tongue lathers your face, coating every inch of it in hot, slimy saliva as he thoroughly tastes you. He moans, and its so intense all around you, the vibrations, his breath rushing past, it makes you feel high. The tip of his tongue pushes into your mouth, and you welcome it, sucking on it in the wettest makeout session of your life. You can feel his hands on your waist again, and he lifts you up. He sits you on the counter, your upper body leaning forward into him, closer to his level. His tongue pulls out of your mouth and runs over your face again before cupping under your chin, and with a resounding gulp, your head is pulled down into his throat.
His throat is so tight, not uncomfortably so, but squeezing with a strength meant to restrain and prevent all escape as it puts you in your place. And there’s only one place for you, as you feel your hands reach the end of his esophagus and slip into his stomach. The fleshy, muscular walls pulse around you as he swallows, taking in your shoulders and chest and pushing you deeper. Another gulp, another rippling massage, your waist between his lips now, and suddenly you feel one of his hands tugging down your underwear. He rips the garment off and tosses it who knows where as he lifts your legs up off the counter, supporting them with his hands. He leans back against the counter himself for support as he tilts his head up, gravity assisting with another swallow that pulls your hips into his mouth and your head into his stomach.
You’ve put up no struggle up to this point, letting him control you as he took you into himself, but now you reflexively jolt and squirm as his tongue meets with your arousal and begins to ravage you. Licking and slurping and sucking, with your entire core inside of him, the ecstasy is almost overwhelming. You were already worked up, it doesn’t take much more before orgasm rushes through you and you cry out in euphoria, legs kicking out in the air. Your fluids spill onto his tongue, and he greedily licks them up with a moan that reverberates through your whole body. He gulps before you’ve even come down from your high, your hips sliding down into the tightness of his throat, pressing in on you and drawing out the sensations further.
Its only your legs left outside of him now. Devouring you was never a real challenge for him from the start, and with gravity assisting him now, he makes quick work of you. Swallow after swallow draws you deeper, your body curling up on itself as more of you presses into his stretched out stomach. At last, with a final gulp, his lips fully seal behind you and the rest of your legs slide down his throat to be compressed within his belly. Charlie gasps for air, taking in a deep breath and moaning in bliss. “Ooh my god, you’re incredible. Oh you really hit the spot. Oh fuck.” He keens as you settle yourself, adjusting as best you can into a comfortable position, and you feel his hands pressing in on you. “Shit, baby, you feel so good.” One hand lifts away from your body, and then you feel it moving underneath you. His belly bounces, and you with it, as he jerks himself off, and like you it doesn’t take much before he finishes with a trembling cry.
Its quiet for a few moments, the both of you panting for air as you recover from the ordeal. You can hear his pounding heart slowing down so close to your head, and the soft gurgling of his stomach as it presses in on you curiously, squeezing and contracting in rhythm. “Fuck.” Charlie rubs his hands over his belly gently, tracing your body through his skin. “I, uh… I probably should have asked first. Instead of just. Swallowing you. You alright?”
You press your hand against the wall of his stomach, and his hand meets yours on the other side. “I’m good. I’m alright. You gluttonous motherfucker.”
Even without seeing his face, you can tell he’s gone red by the shame in his voice. “I know, I’m sorry. I get so hungry in the mornings, I can’t even think straight. You know how it is…”
“I know, I know, it’s alright.” You gently rub along his insides, and he lets out a hum of pleasure. “You’re lucky you’re so hot.”
He chuckles, his belly jostling slightly. “Mm, and you’re delicious. Seems like you get sweeter every day.” He’s running his hands over you almost reverently, caressing the shape of your head, rubbing along your back. “Thank you for this. God, it feels so good to be full. Full of you. You’re so perfect.”
It feels surprisingly good for you too. Its very wet, his saliva and other internal juices completely coating your body, but its so warm, pleasantly so. The surrounding walls are soft, squeezing you with a pressure like a weighted blanket, but constantly moving, massaging, hugging you. It was a bit weird the first time or so you found yourself here, but being fully surrounded by the body of your beloved is a comfort to you now. It makes you feel safe, and so loved. And it certainly helps that the process of getting in here is so incredibly hot too.
There’s a while to wait yet until your grocery order gets delivered. At that point, he can let you out, and once you’ve cleaned yourself up, the two of you can have some proper breakfast. Until then, there’s nothing to do but relax and enjoy the moment. Charlie sinks down onto the couch, lying back with a sigh and continuing his caresses with affection and awe. You shut your eyes, enjoying the attention he’s giving you both inside and out, both his hands and his stomach kneading you gently. All things considered, its not a bad start to the weekend.