I wanna kiss the soft swell of your lower belly, the part that pushes slightly over the band of your boxers. I wanna feel you shiver under me, watch as you cover your face or look away while you blush. And when you do, I’ll turn your face gently back to me and stare you down while I kiss you more, tummy and soft sides and chest, praising anything you may be insecure about. I won’t stop until you know how beautiful you are. I’ll nip and kiss and praise and praise. I’ll do it every time you eat, especially if it’s a big meal, feeling the warmth from you and the slight firmness of your full belly, hearing you let out soft moans and burps. I wanna touch you, wanna feel you. You drive me crazy.
I want to baby and feed a boy slowly over time, making him rich, filling home cooked meals and feeding them to him. Making sure he is full after dinner and maybe giving him some dessert as a reward for eating so well. Then I want to rub his full tight belly while he lays there sleepily digesting and plant kisses all over his belly while i praise him for being such a good boy.