he likes being sad and pathetic for me
i put the chhinkni up to his nose again and he inhaled WAY too strongly. there was a visible gap in how full the bottle was before and after. he started coughing right away and looked genuinely scared.
then a sneeze. then another sneeze. then a super messy sneeze. i pass him a tissue of course. he blows his nose, and the fit continues, except now heās muffling them into the tissues. they are distinctly masculine sounding, almost like a cough-sneeze, but wetter sounding. it seems heās still trying to stifle, and heās doing surprisingly well. all the while, he looks like heās sobbing. not just from the tears, but from the sad look heās giving me.
and i feel so bad. and all i can do is keep passing him tissues and offer him water. at some point, he starts blowing his nose with a paper towel that was on the bed, and i have to beg him to pull away for a second to give him a real tissue. about halfway through his fit, he starts genuinely panting. like a combination of gasping for air and hitching
around the twelfth sneeze, i have to beg him to stop trying to stifle. he tells me heāll try, and he leans down towards my lap. he sneezes again, and itās still kinda stifled. and itās so messy. he gets back up, tells me to take my pants off, sneezes again, and starts putting his fingers inside of me. (?!) and he sneezes one last time. [and i have to ask him to take his fingers out because iām concerned for him, but you can pretend i didnāt if that makes the reading experience more enjoyable]
all in all, the count is about fourteen or fifteen. the fact that i donāt have an exact number says a lot about the state of mind i was in, since im usually super serious about counting them
afterwords, he tells me he didnāt even know he was stifling, or that he wasnāt trying to. force of habit ig š¤·āāļø and he tells me it turned him on to be that out of control #freak
and later that night, he texts me that someone at the bar said his nose was really red :3













