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JAKE

I couldn’t see a damn thing under the satin mask, but I didn’t need to. The pollen hit me like liquid fire—thick dust coating the already raw, over-sensitive walls of my nostrils in one merciless swipe. My sinuses lit up instantly. Deep, fluttering itch. It started at the very back and raced forward like tiny electric feathers dragging across every nerve ending. My nostrils flared wide against the flower, quivering, the rims burning hot and swollen, and I felt my chest lock up in that helpless, tell-tale hitch.

“Hih… hih… oh fuck, Iris—”

Her hips rolled slowly, deliberately, sliding up and down my cock in long, torturous strokes. She was so warm, so slick, her walls gripping me tight like velvet heat, every downward glide pressing me deeper until I felt the head of my cock nudge against that perfect spot inside her. The pleasure was insane—wet, rhythmic, her thighs flexing against my hips, her breasts brushing my chest with each rise and fall—but the itch in my nose was already winning, turning every breath into a desperate, stuttering battle.

The flower stayed right there, stamens teasing, pollen pouring straight into me. The tickle deepened, coiled, sharpened into something unbearable. My wrists jerked hard against the silk ties, the knots holding firm, stretching my arms above my head so I couldn’t rub, couldn’t pinch, couldn’t do anything but take it.

“Hih… hih-hih… Iris, it’s—hah… it’s so itchy, please—”

She didn’t speed up. She slowed even more, a languid grind that made me feel every inch of her, her clit rubbing against the base of my cock in teasing circles while she kept the flower pressed gently but relentlessly to my face.

“Shhh, baby,” she purred, voice dripping with that sultry dominance that made my stomach flip and my cock throb harder inside her. “You’re not in charge right now. I am. Feel how wet I’m getting just listening to you struggle?”

The itch crested. My nostrils twitched violently, flaring so wide I could feel the cool air rushing in, the pollen grinding deeper. My head tilted back against the pillow, mouth falling open.

“Heh… hah… HAH’TSCHHHOO!!”

The sneeze ripped out of me, loud and wet, spraying fine mist across the flower and probably her hand. My whole body convulsed with it, hips bucking up hard into her, driving my cock deeper on pure instinct. The relief was instant and devastating—my sinuses tingling wildly—but she just moaned, low and filthy, and kept riding me at that same slow, punishing pace.

“Good boy,” she whispered, voice thick with pleasure. “Again.”

The tickle came back twice as strong, like the first sneeze had only stirred the hornet’s nest. My nose was on fire now, red-hot and dripping, the pollen clinging to every damp surface inside. I could feel the next one building already, faster, meaner.

“Hih… hih-hih-hih… Iris, please—fuck—ride me harder, I need—hah… I need more friction, please—”

She laughed softly, a sound that vibrated straight through her body and into mine.

“Beg nicer, sweetheart.”

My wrists yanked uselessly at the ties, the silk biting into my skin. I was completely at her mercy—blind, bound, buried inside her while my nose betrayed me completely. And god, it was the hottest thing I’d ever felt.

“P-please, Iris… hih… I’m so close but I—hah… I need you to fuck me harder, I—HEH’KSHHHOO!! HAH’CHSHHHOO!!”

Two rapid, desperate sneezes exploded out of me, each one louder than the last, my head snapping forward with the force. The spray misted her breasts, I could feel the warm droplets landing on her skin, and she moaned loudly, her hips finally snapping down harder, taking me deep in one punishing thrust.

“Yes, just like that,” she breathed, voice husky and triumphant. “Keep sneezing for me, Jake.”

The itch was relentless now, a, maddening flutter that wouldn’t let me catch my breath. Constant. My cock throbbed inside her with every hitch, every sneeze making my hips jerk up involuntarily, chasing more of that tight, slick heat.

“Hih… hih… oh god, Iris—hah… please don’t stop moving, I’m begging you—HEH’ISHHHOO!! HAH’TSCHUU!!”

Another double, wetter, louder, my whole body shuddering beneath her as she rode me through it, faster now, her breaths coming in short, aroused gasps. I could feel her thighs trembling, her walls fluttering around me, but she still held all the power—controlling the pace, controlling the flower—

controlling me.

“More,” I whimpered, voice wrecked and desperate, wrists straining against the ties as another monstrous hitch built. “Please, Iris… hih… fuck me. PleaseeeeeAHHA—hah… I’m yours, just—HAH’KSHHHOO!! HAH’CHSHHHOO!! HIH’TSCHHH!!”

A frantic triple, ripping through me harder and harder, my cock pulsing inside her with every release. She moaned deep in her throat, hips slamming down now, riding me with perfect rhythm while the flower stayed pressed to my flaring, twitching nose, feeding the fire that was completely undoing me.

And all I could do was beg, moan, and sneeze helplessly beneath her—exactly where she wanted me.

IRIS

The lily trembled in my fingers as Jake’s body bucked beneath me, his wrists yanking hard against the silk ties, the bed frame creaking in protest. Every frantic desperate sneeze had sent fresh waves of pollen straight into his flaring nostrils, and I could feel the exact moment the itch surged again—his cock throbbed violently inside me, swelling thicker with each helpless hitch, pulsing in perfect time with the desperate sounds spilling from his mouth.

“Hih… hih-hih-hih—” His breath stuttered, chest heaving under my palms, the mask hiding those beautiful watery eyes but doing nothing to conceal the raw desperation in his voice. “Iris—please—hah… I’m so close, fuck—HEH’KSHHHOO!! HAH’TSCHUU!!”

Two sneezes ripped out of him, wet and thunderous, spraying warm mist across my breasts and the lily stamens still pressed to his twitching nose. The force of them drove his hips up sharply, slamming his cock so deep I saw stars. My walls clenched hard around him, a hot, liquid rush of pleasure flooding through me as his helpless convulsions stroked every sensitive inch inside.

I moaned low and long, rolling my hips in slow, grinding circles, deliberately keeping the pace torturous. “That’s it, baby,” I purred, voice thick with arousal, my free hand sliding up to cradle his jaw while the other kept the pollen-heavy lily right where it belonged—teasing, feeding, destroying him. “You’re going to come with me, Jake. Right now. A sneezy mess.”

His entire body shuddered under me, the ties creaking as he strained, whimpering brokenly. “Iris… hih… I’m so fffffffucking close—HEH’ISHHHOO!! HAH’CHSHHHOO!! HIH’TSCHHH!!”

Three more rapid explosions tore through him, each one louder and wetter than the last, he was mesmerizing.

His cock jerking wildly inside me with every release. The spray misted my skin, warm and intimate, and the vibration of his sneezes rippled straight through my core. I felt the pressure building in me like a tightening coil—my clit grinding against his base with every downward stroke, my nipples aching, thighs trembling as I rode him faster now, chasing the edge.

The itch in his nose was merciless, the lily still dancing lightly over his flaring, dripping nostrils, pollen pouring in with every frantic inhale. His hitches came so quickly they blurred together—“Hih-hih-hih-hih-hah—HAH’KSHHHOO!! HAH’TSCHUU!! HIH’ISHHHOO!!”—

He was so helpless. Sneezing made his whole body convulse beneath me. Each sneeze slammed his hips upward, driving his cock deeper, stroking that perfect spot inside me over and over until my vision blurred with pleasure.

I was right there with him, the heat in my belly spiraling tighter, my walls fluttering wildly around his throbbing length. “Come for me, Jake,” I gasped, riding him hard now, hips snapping down in perfect rhythm with his desperate sneezes. “Let it all out—sneeze and come—now—”

His head snapped back against the pillow, a broken, guttural moan tearing from his throat as the final massive fit crashed over him.

“HAH’TSCHHHOO!! HAH’KSHHHOO!! HIH’ISHHHOO!!”

Three spraying sneezes burst out in rapid succession, his cock pulsing violently inside me at the exact same moment my own orgasm slammed into me like a violent wave against golden sand.

I cried out, loud and shameless, my walls clamping down around him in rhythmic, milking spasms as pleasure flooded every nerve. His release followed instantly—hot, thick pulses flooding me while he kept sneezing helplessly through it, each one making his cock jerk and spill more, prolonging both our climaxes. God this man, this sneezy desperate man. He face all bunched up and flushed. All at my own doing. He was a dream. His impressive length started to soften as I felt the last of my orgasm rocking me. We were shaking, gasping, utterly spent.

I finally pulled the lily away, letting it drop to the floor, and collapsed forward onto his chest, our bodies slick and trembling together. His wrists were still bound, his breathing ragged and sniffly, but the soft, wrecked little whimpers against my neck told me everything I needed to know.

I pressed a slow, tender kiss to his wet lips, whispering against his skin, “good… you are so good.”

I lifted my shaking hand and took off the sleep mask from his face. The skin around his eyes was wet and his hair was sticking to his forehead with sweat. He was so beautiful.

“Bless you.” I said with a sly teasing smile.

IRIS

I watched him unravel before me, this sweet, awkward man, his body the essence of vulnerability under the night sky. The porch light cast a soft, golden halo around us, illuminating the flush on his cheeks, the way his glasses had slipped down his nose again, fogged from the heat of his building fit. His hand was still on his knee right by where I’d placed mine, our fingers brushing in that tentative way that sent sparks up my arm. He was hitching uncontrollably now, those breathy “hih… heh…” sounds escaping his parted lips like forbidden whispers, his nostrils flaring wide and red, quivering with each inhale as if they were alive with their own desperate need.

God, it was mesmerizing—the way the itch consumed him, turning his composed facade into something raw, primal. My core throbbed with heat, a slick ache building between my thighs as I imagined coaxing more from him.

He stammered through another apology, his voice thick and congested—“I… I don’t know why it’s so—hih… bad tonight”—but I couldn’t wait any longer. The pull was too strong, that magnetic draw to his helplessness, the way his eyes watered and pleaded behind those lenses. I shifted closer, until our knees touched, the warmth of his leg seeping through his pants into my skin. My hand moved from his knee to his thigh, a gentle squeeze that made him tense, his hitches quickening—“Heh… hih’…”—and I leaned in, my face inches from his. His nostrils suddenly twitched violently, rims pink and damp, flaring even wider as the tickle deepened into something unbearable. I could see the fine tremble in his lips, the way his chest heaved with anticipation, and it ignited me, my nipples hardening against the fabric of my blouse, my breath syncing with his erratic rhythm.

Before he could pull away or stifle another one, I closed the distance, pressing my lips to his in a soft, insistent kiss. It started tender, my mouth capturing his mid-hitch, the warmth of his breath mingling with mine as I tilted my head to deepen it. His lips were soft, slightly chapped from the night’s torment, and they parted instinctively under mine, allowing my tongue to trace the seam gently, tasting the faint saltiness of his earlier sneezes.

I felt him shudder against me, his hands coming up to grip my arms, holding on, as if I were his anchor in the storm. The kiss turned hungrier as I pressed closer, my breasts brushing against his chest, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through me. His nose, that poor, inflamed beacon of his allergy, twitched against my cheek, the soft brush of his flaring nostrils like a feather against my skin, heightening my arousal to a fever pitch.

And then the fit escalated. He tried to hold back, his lips trembling against mine, but the sneeze built too fast, too fiercely. “Hih… heh’ISHHOO!” It exploded out of him, loud and desperate, the sound reverberating through our kiss, a wet spray misting my lips and chin as his head jerked forward slightly. The sensation was electric—warm, intimate, the essence of his release painting my skin in fine droplets that made me moan softly into his mouth.

Far from pulling away, I kissed him harder, my tongue delving deeper, savoring the vibration of his hitches against my lips. His body convulsed with the aftershocks. But the itch seemed relentless, coiling tighter in his nose. I could feel it in the way his nostrils flared against me, wide and urgent, the redness deepening to a flushed crimson as another built rapidly—“Heh… hah… HAH’CHSHHOO!” This one was even louder, more desperate, bursting forth with a throaty edge that echoed in the night, his sneeze spraying across my neck as I trailed kisses down his, the warmth trickling down my collarbone like a lover’s caress.

God, it was intoxicating; my panties were soaked now, the ache between my legs pulsing with each of his releases, my hips shifting involuntarily as if seeking friction.

He gasped between sneezes, trying to murmur something—“Iris, I—heh… sorry, it’s your—y—your—HAH’KSCHHUU! HEH’ISHHOO!”—but they came faster now, rapid and unyielding, each one louder than the last, desperate pleas from his tormented nose. The first of the pair was sharp and itchy, a high-pitched explosion that made his glasses fog completely; the second deeper, wetter, his body doubling over slightly against mine as the spray dotted my blouse, seeping through the thin fabric to my skin. I held him through it, my hands sliding up to cup his face, thumbs brushing the undersides of his twitching nostrils—gently, teasingly, feeling the quiver beneath my touch. The physicality of it all was overwhelming: the heat of his flushed cheeks under my palms, the way his chest pressed against my breasts with each heaving breath, the subtle hardness I felt against my thigh as he shifted, betraying his own hidden arousal. I kissed him again, mid-fit, my lips capturing the edge of another hitch—“Hih… HAH… HAH’CHOO! HEH’KSCHHOO! ISHH’OO!”—three in frantic succession, each one more rapid and desperate, the sounds building to a peak of raw need. The spray misting my hair, his nose burying into my shoulder as it all erupted, wet and lingering, his body sagging against mine in surrender.

I pulled back just enough to look at him, our foreheads nearly touching, my breath ragged with desire. His eyes were glassy, nostrils still flaring weakly, red and irritated, but there was a spark there. A mutual, unspoken bond was formed.

The sensual haze wrapped around us, my skin tingling from his sneezes, my body alive with the thrill of it. But I knew we couldn’t stay out here forever; the group inside would wonder. I smoothed his hair back, planting one last soft kiss on his inflamed nose, feeling it twitch under my lips. “Shh, baby,” I whispered, my voice husky with want. “God, you’re adorable like this. Come on, let’s get you out of here.”

We stood, my arm linked through his as we headed back inside, the cool air doing nothing to quell the fire in my veins. The group looked up as we entered, concern etching their faces at Jake’s sniffly, red-nosed state. I smiled reassuringly, my hand squeezing his. “Hey, everyone, Jake’s not feeling great—those allergies are really hitting him hard. I’m gonna take him home, make sure he gets some rest.” And just like that, with Jake following my guidance out of the house, I knew he was something special, this night was far from over.

JAKE

I stumbled out of Alex’s front door alongside Iris, my arm still linked with hers like she was guiding a lost puppy. The cool night air slapped me in the face again, but it did little to clear the congestion in my sinuses or the fog in my brain. My nose was a wreck—red, itchy, still twitching from that insane fit out back, and every sniffle reminded me of how her perfume had turned me into a sneezing mess. But god, that kiss… her lips on mine mid-sneeze, the way she’d held me through it, not pulling away but leaning in harder, like my helplessness was some kind of aphrodisiac. It had left me rock hard, my pants uncomfortably tight, and I was grateful for the darkness hiding the evidence.

Iris was something else—confident, sultry, with those freckles dancing across her skin, her body curving in all the right places under that blouse and skirt. I couldn’t stop stealing glances at her as we walked to her car, a sleek little hybrid parked down the block. She moved with this effortless sway, hips rolling just enough to make my mind wander to what it’d feel like to have her pressed against me, no barriers.

“Thanks for, uh, getti’dng mb’e out of there,” I mumbled, my voice still thick and nasal as we reached her car. I rubbed at my nose with the back of my hand, feeling the residual tickle linger like a promise of more chaos. “I feel like a’d idiot, s’dneezi’dg all over the place like that.”

She unlocked the doors with a beep, flashing me that warm, mischievous smile that made my stomach flip. “Don’t even think about it, Jake. You were adorable. Besides, I like taking care of people.” Her voice had that husky edge again, like velvet rubbing against rough silk, and it sent a shiver straight to my groin.

Adorable? Me? The guy who’d just sprayed her with allergy-fueled desperation? The way she said it, fussing without pity, made me believe it for a second. I slid into the passenger seat, the leather cool against my heated skin, and she started the engine, pulling out smoothly into the quiet street.

The drive was short—surprisingly short, like fate had conspired to keep the tension building without giving me time to overthink. “You live close?” I asked, trying to sound casual as I watched the suburban houses blur by, my hand absently adjusting my glasses.

“Just a few blocks away,” she replied, glancing over at me with those sparkling eyes, her hair catching the streetlight glow like a halo of fire. “Perks of the neighborhood. Alex actually helped me find the place—said it was perfect for someone ‘adventurous’ like me.” She laughed softly, the sound low and inviting, and I felt my cock twitch again at the implication.

Adventurous? What did that even mean? My mind raced with images—her body arched in pleasure, those full lips parted in a moan, tan freckled skin flushing under my touch.

Fuck, I was so turned on by her, this woman I’d just met, her confidence like a magnet pulling at every insecure part of me. She wasn’t just hot; she was intoxicating, the kind of woman who could make a guy like me forget his own name.

We pulled up to a charming little apartment building, all brick and ivy, and she parked in a spot marked with her number. As we got out, the air carried a faint floral scent from nearby gardens, teasing my nose anew, but I ignored it, too focused on her. She led me to her door on the first floor, keys jingling in her hand, and paused there, turning to face me fully. The porch light illuminated her features—those high cheekbones, the subtle curve of her breasts rising with her breath—and I felt like a deer in headlights, my heart hammering.

“Jake,” she said softly, her voice dropping to that sultry purr that made my knees weak. She stepped closer, her body heat radiating toward me, that damn perfume wafting up again in a gentle wave that made my nostrils twitch involuntarily. “If we go in… I want you to know, I’d like to have sex with you. No games, no pretending. You’re cute, and you are very much doing it for me.”

My face burned like I’d stuck it in an oven, a flush spreading from my neck to my ears.

S-Sex? Just like that? She said it so honestly, no coy bullshit, her eyes locked on mine with a hunger that mirrored the ache in my pants. I was flustered as hell, my mind short-circuiting—part thrilled, part terrified I’d screw it up. “I… uh, wow. Really? I mean, yeah, I’d… I’d like that too. A lot. You’re, um, incredible.” It came out awkward, in that bumbling way I hated about myself, but it was consent, clear as day, even if my voice cracked a little. God, she was turning me inside out, her directness making me harder than ever, fantasies flashing of her naked, riding me slow while that perfume drove me wild.

She grinned, pure delight lighting her face, and unlocked the door, ushering me inside. The moment we stepped in, it hit me like a pollen bomb. Her apartment was a jungle of flowers—vases on every surface, potted plants dangling from shelves, bouquets of lilies and roses spilling their petals on the coffee table. The air was thick with their scent, dust motes dancing in the soft lamp light, and my already overstimulated nose rebelled instantly. That familiar prickly itch exploded in my sinuses, sharper than before, like a thousand tiny feathers brushing the sensitive linings, building pressure that made my eyes water and my breath hitch. “Hih… oh shit,” I muttered, plugging my nostrils with my fingers, pinching hard to block the invasion. It helped a little, but the tickle lingered, teasing the edges, my nostrils flaring against my hand despite the pressure.

Iris closed the door behind us, turning to me with a curious tilt of her head, her body silhouetted against the warm glow of the living room—curves that begged to be touched, skin glowing like honey. “What was setting you off so much back at Alex’s? The flowers? Or something else?” She asked it innocently, but there was a spark in her eyes, like she was piecing it together.

I breathed thickly, my voice muffled through my plugged nose, hitches slipping out anyway—“It was… hih… actually your perfume. It’s really strong… hih… in a good way, but my allergies are—hih… total crap with stuff like that.” Awkward as fuck, admitting it like that, my face heating again as I stood there pinching my nose, feeling like a dork. But she was so damn attractive, leaning against the doorframe with that sultry poise, her blouse hinting at the lace beneath, making me want to bury myself in her despite the impending sneeze.

Her expression shifted to one of pure delight, eyes widening with a wicked gleam, lips curving into a smile that was equal parts apologetic and thrilled. “Oh, Jake… I’m both sorry and absolutely not sorry for causing it. That’s really hot, you know? Me making you sneeze like that.” Her voice was a sensual murmur, stepping closer, her presence overwhelming in the best way, that perfume now mingling with the floral assault, intensifying the itch despite my efforts.

The tickle built anyway, my plugged nose doing little to stop it, and I felt the pressure mounting, eyes fluttering. She moved closer then, her hand reaching out to trace my arm lightly, sending goosebumps racing. “How about we hop in the shower? Wash off the day… and maybe that perfume.”

I nodded sheepishly, flustered beyond words, my cock straining at the thought of her wet and naked under the stream. “Y-yeah, that sounds… hih… perfect. Lead the way.” It was eager, but god, I wanted her—every freckled inch, her confidence wrapping around me like a promise of ecstasy amid the chaos

She led me down the short hallway, her hand slipping into mine with a casual confidence that made my pulse race harder. The apartment was like walking straight into an allergen ambush. My already ravaged nose gave an immediate, traitorous twitch, the itch flaring back to life with vicious speed despite my fingers still clamped over my nostrils. Every breath pulled in more of the floral assault, tiny particles dancing straight into the raw, overstimulated membranes, making my eyes water and my chest tighten with pre-sneeze pressure. I could feel the hitches starting again, small and helpless—“hih… hih…”—even through the makeshift plug of my hand.

Iris glanced back at me, catching the way my shoulders hunched and my free hand hovered near my face like I was bracing for impact. Her smile turned wicked-sweet, eyes glittering with that same delighted fascination she’d worn outside. “You’re already building up again, aren’t you?” she murmured, voice low and syrupy as she pushed open the bathroom door. Steam was already curling from the shower she’d apparently started while I was stuck fighting through the tickle; the mirror had begun to fog, softening the edges of everything.

I nodded, sheepish and painfully hard, my cock throbbing against the confines of my jeans at the sight of her standing there—hair slightly mussed from the night, blouse clinging, skirt riding up a fraction as she reached to adjust the water temperature. “Yeah… can’t really help it,” I managed, voice thick and congested. “You’re—fuck, you’re so hot, and the flowers, and your perfume still on you… it’s all just… a lot.”

She laughed softly, a sound that vibrated straight to my groin, and stepped closer until I could feel the heat rolling off her body. Her fingers brushed my wrist, gently prying my hand away from my nose. “Then don’t fight it,” she whispered, thumb tracing the flushed, twitching rim of one nostril. “Let it happen. I want to hear you.” The command was so casual, so filthy-sweet, that my knees nearly buckled.

The first real hitch ripped out of me—“Heh… hih’ISHHOO!”—sharp and wet, spraying mist across the tiles as my head snapped forward. She didn’t flinch; instead she pressed herself against me, breasts soft against my chest, lips finding the corner of my jaw while I shuddered through the aftershocks. Another followed almost immediately—“HAH’CHSHHOO!”—louder, more desperate, my glasses fogging completely now as my body jerked against hers.

“Shower,” she breathed against my ear, already tugging at the hem of my shirt. “We’ll wash everything off… and then I’m going to make you sneeze for me again, nice and slow, until you can’t think straight.”

I was entranced, heart slamming, utterly wrecked and completely hers.

IRIS

I watched him under the warm cascade of the shower, steam curling around us, softening the edges of his body as water slid down his skin. Jake stood there, glasses already discarded on the sink, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, eyes wide and vulnerable, still sniffling from the remnants of his earlier fit. The bathroom was a hazy sanctuary, tiles cool under my feet, the air thick with the scent of my lavender body wash mingling with the faint, lingering pollen from the apartment beyond. I stepped closer, my hands finding the hem of his soaked shirt, peeling it up slowly over his chest, revealing the lean muscles beneath, dotted with droplets that traced rivulets down to his waistband. He shivered, not from cold, but from the intensity of my gaze, his breath hitching softly—“hih…”—as if the steam itself teased his sensitive nose.

“Let me help you,” I murmured, my voice a low, commanding purr, fingers lingering on his skin, tracing the lines of his ribs. He nodded, flustered, his hands tentatively reaching for my blouse, unbuttoning it with trembling fingers. The fabric clung wetly, peeling away to expose my lace bra, my freckled shoulders, the curve of my breasts heaving with anticipation. I pressed against him, our bodies slick and heated, guiding his hands to my skirt’s zipper. As it fell away in a wet heap, I returned the favor, tugging at his pants, sliding them down his thighs along with his boxers, freeing his cock—already hard, throbbing with need, the head flushed and glistening under the water. He gasped, a soft whimper escaping as I wrapped my fingers around him lightly, teasing with feather-soft strokes, up and down the shaft, thumb circling the tip in lazy circles.

The sensation was electric; his skin velvet-smooth under my palm, pulsing in response, and I felt my own core clench with desire, slick heat building between my thighs.

“You’re so ready for me,” I whispered, leaning in to nip at his earlobe, my hand pumping slowly, deliberately, drawing out his moans as water pattered around us like rain on heated earth.

We lingered like that, bodies entwined, until the steam had us both breathless. I turned off the faucet, the sudden quiet amplifying our ragged breaths, and stepped out, grabbing fluffy towels but discarding them almost immediately. Why bother? I wanted him bare, exposed, skin still damp and warm as I took his hand, leading him down the hall to my bedroom.

The space was neat, minimalist—crisp white sheets on the king-sized bed, a few abstract prints on the walls, and behind the headboard, soft dim lights casting a golden glow in the dark. No clutter, just us, the air still heavy with the apartment’s floral scent.

I guided him to the bed, pushing him gently onto the mattress, his body compliant under my touch. “Lie back for me, Jake,” I said, my tone firm yet affectionate, climbing over him to straddle his waist briefly, feeling his hardness press against my inner thigh. He looked up at me, eyes dark with lust and a hint of uncertainty, that awkward charm making him all the more endearing. “You’re in charge here?” he asked, voice sheepish, a small smile tugging at his lips as he reached up to trace my hip.

I leaned down, capturing his mouth in a deep kiss, tongue exploring with possessive hunger. “Yes, baby. I am. And you’re going to love it.” Pulling back, I reached for the silk ties I’d kept in the nightstand—soft, black ribbons that whispered against his skin as I looped them around his wrists, securing them to the bed frame with gentle but unyielding knots. He tested them lightly, a soft tug, his breath quickening. “Iris… this is… intense,” he murmured, but there was no protest, only eager submission in his tone.

“Trust me,” I replied, sliding a satin sleeping mask over his eyes, the fabric cool and smooth against his flushed face. I sealed it with another passionate kiss, my lips devouring his, our bodies pressing together in a tangle of heat and desire, my breasts brushing his chest, nipples hardening at the friction. He couldn’t see now, blind to my movements, yet every sensation highlighted.

The rustle of sheets, the faint creak of the bed, the distant hum of the city outside.

I slipped away quietly, padding barefoot back to the living room, my skin prickling with goosebumps from the cooler air. There, on the coffee table, sat a bouquet of lilies, their petals creamy white and velvety, stamens heavy with golden pollen that dusted my fingers as I plucked one—thick, vibrant, loaded with the very essence that would unravel him.

Returning, I found him waiting, cock standing proud and twitching, wrists straining just a bit against the ties, his chest rising and falling in anticipation. I climbed onto the bed slowly, the mattress dipping under my weight, straddling his hips with deliberate grace.

My hand wrapped around his shaft again, guiding him to my entrance—wet, aching, ready. “I’m going to take you now,” I whispered, lowering myself inch by inch, feeling him stretch me, fill me completely, the sensation a delicious burn that made my walls clench around him. A moan escaped my lips, deep and throaty, pleasure rippling through me like waves on a stormy sea, my hips settling flush against his.

Jake bucked beneath me, struggling against the ties, wrists pulling taut as whimpers spilled from his throat—desperate, needy sounds that fueled my own arousal. “Oh god, Iris… you feel… so fucking good,” he groaned, voice breaking into a whimper, his body arching up to meet mine.

I began to ride him slowly, hips rolling in languid circles, each movement sending sparks of ecstasy through my core, my breasts bouncing softly with the rhythm, skin slick from the shower’s residue.

He moaned louder, groans turning to whimpers of praise—“Please, more… you’re amazing, Iris, fuck, don’t stop”—begging in that sweet, submissive way, his blindness amplifying every thrust, every slide of our bodies together. The air was thick with our scents.

J: If you’re going to go in there, you’ll need this.

T: Sanitizer? Why?

J: Do I really need to spell it out for you?

T: Wha–

(Massive snz)

T: …oh. 

J: (pleasantly) Also, if you’re still dumb enough to deliver those in person, please don’t come near me for the next week.

T: I’m not going to catch it. I’m careful.

(Another snz, followed by coughing)

J: …but he’s not.

T: Never changes, does he? Wait…doesn’t he have a meeting later with–

J: Why yes, he does. Hm. Must have forgotten to cancel that one ;)

T: That's just mean, Jounou.

(Sound of badly suppressed sneezing)

J: But funny.

(weird-sounding sneeze)

T: …okay, maybe a little.

(Footsteps, Door opens)

(Sneeze)

T: bless you sir.

F: Ugh, thank you. (Blows nose noisily, then mutters, under breath) oh, Jesus.

T: (walks over) So, where did you pick this up?

F: No idea. You might wanna… stay back a bit, Tecchou. (sneezes messily) Mn, sorry about that.

T: It’s alright. You can’t help it.

F: I know, but..sigh. Fuck, (sniffles) do we have any sake left? (Begins coughing)

T: Not sure that’s the best thing for you right now.

F: The press meeting this afternoon, right. Oh man. Do you have the files? (Blows nose) …Ew.

T: Yes. Maybe I should bring you more tissues as well.

F: Heh, they are going quickly, aren’t they? Hh! (sneezes) Shit–(sneezes again) Ugh, this just doesn’t stop, does it... Believe it or not, I’d rather have a hangover than this. (Coughs)

T: You sure you still want that meeting?

F: Of course. Pity will be my friend today. (Blows nose) Haven’t I taught you to use all the cards in your deck, Tecchou? (Coughs some more, follows up with a badly contained sneeze) 

F: (into tissue) Oh god. (Exhales, sniffling)

T: Bless.

F: ‘Scuse me.

T: Yes, but-

F: (Interrupts with two harsher sneezes.) Ugh. (Coughs)

T: Sir, are you-

F: Wait. I gotta…I gotta…(sneezes, then blows wetly. Sneezes once more, wrenching. They are coming in multiples now. He blows again, and the cycle of sneeze, blow, sniffle, sneeze repeats, unrelenting, for about a minute)

F: Fuck! (Snuffles into tissue, groaning.)

T: Forgive me for saying so sir, but you sound quite awful.

F: (Stifles a weak sneeze) Forgiven and agreed with. But it doesn’t…change the fact that…wait, step back, I feel a…sneeze coming on. (Hitches)

T: (under his breath) You don’t say.

F: Shit. (Sniffles and hitches some more, but the sneeze eludes him) 

T: Uh…?

F: Dang, lost it. Wait I–(hitches, to no avail)….ah, dammit. Well, I–(cuts himself off with a surprise sneeze) Sorry. (starts sneezing rapidly)

T: :/ (over the sound of sneezing) It’s fine. But sir, um, you’ve…

F: Hm?

T: …got a little, uh… (motions with his hands)

F: (Fabric rustles) Oh goddammit. (Chuckles, then his breath catches) Fuck, I’b godda….(sneezes twice) you might wadda…(violent sneeze)

T: Jeezus, boss.

F: (Continues sneezing, repeatedly, can’t seem to get ahold of himself)

T: Wow, um.

F: …shit.

T: (audible eyebrow raise) You alright?

F: Fide. It’s just a little…sdeezi’g…(finishes the fit with a vocal sneeze, a blow, and a groan. Appears to be done, for now…)

T: You sure?

F: (Groans again, this time more out of embarrassment) Sorry about that. (Coughs; it catches on something in his chest) Ow.

T: That really doesn’t sound well at all, sir. At least have some soup f– 

F: (Sneezes)…Ew. I-(cuts himself off with a surprise sneeze)

T: Bless you. Before the–bless–

F: (Sneezes, coughs) Didn’t mean to interrupt. Just can’t stop sneezing. (Sniffles) I wouldn’t mind some miso, cause you know…me-so sick. Hah, get it? Haha (coughs)

T: …do you have a temperature?

F: Yare yare, no sense of humor at all, I tell ya.

T: Maybe, 

F: (sneezes, coughs)

T: …But the effort to maintain one seems quite draining.

F: (Coughs, sighs, sneezes once more) Ah, You’re right. After the–(cuts himself off with a surprise sneeze)…after th–(cuts himself off with a surprise sneeze) Goddamn. 

T: (Waits)

F: (Hitches, not sure if the sneeze is coming. Decides it’s not). I j–(SNEEZE) Damn, sorry–I just can’t stop sneezing. 

F: After the meeting I’m going to bed. (Under his breath) Hohh fuck, not again…step back… I can’t sneeze…(It comes eventually) Fuck. (The cycle starts up again, just real sick sounds in general)

T: (Waits)

F: …Jeezus fuck.

T: I’ll be back with some soup.

F: You’re not the one making it, are you?

T: There’s no alternative.

F: …Well, shit.

T: I don’t trust Jounou to do it, and we all remember what happened the last time the lieutenant tried to–

F: Sshh, she’ll hear you!

T: From her post at the south wing, sir?

F: You never know with her. (Tries to stifle into a tissue, incredibly wet) Oof, that is nasty. Grant me a moment of privacy, Tecchou?

T: Of course.

F: (Blows noisily. Followed by exhausted sighs and sniffling) 

T: (Waits)

F: Alright, I don’t care who makes the soup. This is fucking miserable enough that I’ll take anything. (A final sneeze–or is it the first of another series–slow to dawn)

T: Right away, sir.

F: (Congested sneeze)

T: And if I might suggest doing that into the crook of your elbow, so you don’t ruin your gloves?

F: Mm. If my nose gives me ample warning, sure. But I can’t make any promises.

T: (Begins walking away, then pauses) Do you need anything else, sir?

F: (Under his breath) For someone to knock me the fuck out.

T: (From the door) Pardon?

F: Nothing, Tecchou~! And thank you.

(Door shuts)

F: (Dials a number on his phone with a sigh)...Finally.

F: (Whispering) Yes, I’d like to place an order for delivery. (Pause) Yeah, uh, can I get one order of miso soup, one bowl of chazuke… and uh, (pause) oh, and make sure your courier uses the back entrance… (voice fades)