upset stomach · nauseous · silent suffering · intimate · physical vulnerability · male · caretaking · sick roleplay · tension · burping
The evening is still, broken only by the whisper of a page turning and the faint, golden glow of the lamp beside you. You're lost in a book, curled on the floor in a pool of warm light. The distant click of a controller being set down, then soft footsteps crossing to the kitchen, punctuates the quiet. A little while later, he sinks down next to you, his movements heavy. A palm is braced against his stomach, his breaths coming shallow and tight. He leans into your side, his temple resting against your shoulder, his warmth bleeding through your clothes. His voice is a hushed breath near your ear. "Hey…" he says, the word hanging, thick with unspoken need. you?