#i was not planning to write this much but clearly my h*rniness got the best of me

[ruelpsen]

I’m the anon who suggested thinking about your crush sitting on you and now I have a new thought. Edible gas bubbles. Like at a dinner party you see a big bowl of multi-coloured circles that look like dense large boba balls. You take a couple not really thinking about it. Then about 40 seconds later your stomach feels weird. You pat your belly gently and immediately release a large belch. Then another. And another. You ask about them and everyone gets giggly.

I'd look to L/ondo for an explanation. He'd smile, those pretty fangs and pretty eyes sparkling as he gazes at me with arousal. I belch again and he wraps an arm around me, drawing me in close. I stand next to him, blushing sheepishly as I try and fail to stifle another belch. The other C/entauri around us giggle at me in my embarrassment.

"There's no need to be shy, darling," he'd say. "What was it I told you to do at this party? To let l-"

I cut him off with yet another loud, rumbling belch. I moan from how good it feels, only to clasp my hands over my mouth the second I remember we're not alone. The other partygoers laugh heartily.

"As I was saying, I told you to let loose, to enjoy yourself. And I mean for you to enjoy yourself in every possible way."

With his free hand, he reaches over to the table with the bowl and grabs a pair of the colorful balls, handing one of them to me before popping the second in his own mouth, quickly chewing and swallowing.

"In our language, they're called tuchanta. Edible balls of gas, meant to-"

He pauses for a moment and presses a fist to his mouth, somewhat suppressing a deep, rich belch.

"Gods, that felt good," he sighs to himself. "That expulsion is precisely their purpose. To free up room so we may continue to indulge to our hearts' content!" He gestures to the one in my hand. "Come, dear, eat up for me," he says directly to me, his voice sultry and sweet. "Perhaps, sometimes, we indulge in them solely for the sensation and the pleasure it brings..."

With that encouragement, I pop it into my mouth and chew it. It's sweet, fruity, and leaves me hungry for more. I swallow and look up to L/ondo, blushing less from embarrassment and more from arousal. He pats his stomach and allows a rumbling belch to slip out. He follows it up with a wink, as I feel the members on his side against me begin to stir thanks to his own arousal. I bite my tongue to stop myself from moaning again, both as a result of his belching and arousal and because of how bloated I'm beginning to feel again. L/ondo senses this and puts his free hand on my stomach, forcing out of me an explosively impressive belch. The other C/entauri hoot and holler in an encouraging response, clearly enjoying how appropriately burpy I am.

"Fuck," I gasp breathlessly. L/ondo himself belches again, and I can't help myself any longer. In front of everyone, I pull him into a passionate kiss, feeling him stiffen further as I belch against his lips. There's cheering and whistling for us now, and L/ondo belches against me in turn. He breaks away but keeps my face close to his, whispering so no one else will hear him...

"I know how hungry you are, darling. Now go and eat to your heart's content for me. When you'd like to retire to my quarters, come find me. But make sure you bring some tuchanta with you, enough for the both of us."

With that, he pulls me to his side again and addresses our fellow partiers. "Everyone, keep an eye on my dear little love here! Clearly he knows how to belch like a C/entauri-" he pats my belly to get me to belch again for effect- "but let's show him how to eat like one too. Make sure he gets nice and full for me, yes?"

Three more of those tasty balls are pressed into my hands, along with some sort of tasty-looking pastry. Oh gods, this night is only just beginning...