[Scott gets hiccups during sex]
“Yes!” Oh god, right there. “That's perf—wait, what's wrong?”
“I've got—hic—hiccups!” Scott exclaims, lifting up off me a little and patting the bed like he's searching for something. He hiccups again and hands me a familiar looking bottle, looking inexplicably happy.
“And this requires extra lube, why exactly?”
“Need you to—hic—finger my ass,” he puffs, grinding into me slowly, “for science,” he grins.
“For science? Like you need an excuse,” I say, reaching around where he's led between my legs. It's a little awkward at this angle, but barely even registers on the scale of 'kinky things he's asked in the name of science'.
“Was reading an old p—hic— paper by Fesmire about a cure for—hic— for hiccups. He theorised that—hic— stimulating the—Ahhh, yeah—the vagus nerve through the parasympathetic pathway stops the muscle spasms that cause hiccups.” He pauses, looking pleased. “It works!”
“Score one for science, huh?”
“Uh-huh,” he murmurs, nuzzling into my neck and getting back with the programme, “science is awesome.”
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Reference: FM Fesmire “Termination of intractable hiccups with digital rectal massage,” Annals of emergency medicine, 17(8), p872,1988
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