#Yup #IHaveASneezeFetish

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 he’s muffling them into the tissues. they are distinctly masculine sounding, almost like a cough-sneeze, but wetter sounding. it seems he’s still trying to stifle, and he’s doing surprisingly well. all the while, he looks like he’s sobbing. not just from the tears, but from the sad look he’s 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 he’ll try, and he leans down towards my lap. he sneezes again, and it’s still kinda stifled. and it’s 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 i’m concerned for him, but you can pretend i didn’t if that makes the reading experience more enjoyable]

all in all, the count is about fourteen or fifteen. the fact that i don’t 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 didn’t even know he was stifling, or that he wasn’t trying to. force of habit ig 🤷‍♀️ and he tells me it turned him on to be that out of control #freak