My name's Clay // mid-20s //bi as fuck // ok to chat but not open to flirtatious or sexual convos // this is a sneeze fetish blog, NO MINORS // any reference to irl contagion is fictional fantasy only
allow me to expand: consensual contagion. is so fucking hot. i’ve been thinking about this for days. but there is just. something about it. when both parties want it?
i didn’t used to think i liked contagion until i found writing in which both A and B want it to occur??
like. i want what you have, but you have to want to give it to me.
I'm thinking of a little embarrassed but very horny fetishist, and their darling of a lover who has a rotten head cold, and eventually understands that damn, that fool really wants it.
Giving their flustered snzfucker a lenghty kiss, then chuckling, sniffling, perhaps shaking their head some.
"Oh man, you're going to so regret this, poor thing."
And then kisses the now absolutely lovestruck snzfucker again.
allow me to expand: consensual contagion. is so fucking hot. i’ve been thinking about this for days. but there is just. something about it. when both parties want it?
i didn’t used to think i liked contagion until i found writing in which both A and B want it to occur??
like. i want what you have, but you have to want to give it to me.
I'm thinking of a little embarrassed but very horny fetishist, and their darling of a lover who has a rotten head cold, and eventually understands that damn, that fool really wants it.
Giving their flustered snzfucker a lenghty kiss, then chuckling, sniffling, perhaps shaking their head some.
"Oh man, you're going to so regret this, poor thing."
And then kisses the now absolutely lovestruck snzfucker again.
God. I love the passive sounds of a cold. The throat clearing. The sniffles. That particular sound to someone's voice that's an immediate tell that this person isn't at 100%. It's all so GOOD.
Ilya didn't think that this was how his week off with Shane would turn out. The men had been extremely busy with their careers for months, only meeting for sexual endeavours twice in the span of six months.
After both losing the cup to Florida, they both had enough free time for themselves. Luck had a wicked sense of humor, because unfortunately, Shane had come down with a nasty cold on what was supposed to be their first day of vacation at his cottage.
They had done the same last year and, of course, been caught by David. Maybe the cottage was cursed?
After three days of holding Shane over steam to help with his congestion, bathing Shane, and making sure that Shane was comfortable, it was obvious to Ilya that the other man was becoming.. jittery.
It started off with small gestures. Ilya would be taking Shane's temperature with an oral thermometer, instead having to halt the process because Shane was too busy trying to catch one of Ilya's fingers in his mouth. It would be waking up to warmth, a feverish Shane nuzzling at his neck, pressing little kisses to it. Extremely improper for his usually preserved boyfriend.
"How're you feeling? Any better?" Ilya asked after successfully pulling away from Shane's kisses to stand up from bed, something he's never had to do. Shane wouldn't be so jolly if Ilya got sick too.
Shane just whined in response, blinking over at Ilya from his side of the bed. From the look in Shane's eyes, Ilya could tell he was still feverish without even having to feel his forehead. Shane reached for Ilya's wrist, pulling him closer to the bed.
Ilya couldn't help but smile, kneeling back on the bed. "What is it, малыш? You need your medicine. Up."
"N'do," Shane frowned, shifting as he held Ilya's wrist. Shane was on his back, kicking off the sheets so he could spread out his legs with his knees bent. "Just — quickly? 5 m'bi'dnutes?"
Ilya stared, eyebrows shooting up. The sight of his Shane splayed out was certainly doing something for him. Fuck, it was so unethical. Shane was just feverish. This wasn't normal behaviour.
"Shane," Ilya sighed, trying to free his wrist from Shane's primal grip. "When you are better, yes? Not now. I've told you this."
Shane furrowed his brows, knees lowering slightly. He couldn't make sense of Ilya's rejection. Or multiple rejections, per se. "Why.. what? Did I do som'bethin'gh wrong?"
Ilya cocked his head at the question, silently cooing at how congested his boyfriend sounded. Ilya put his free hand on Shane's far knee, moving it to connect with his other to close his legs. "You can barely stand to shower, sick boy."
Shane made a weak sound of frustration in the back of his swollen throat, head falling down onto his pillow. Shane's expression of anger crumpled into one of desperation as Ilya watched Shane grab for his bedside tissues.
"Huh-tshhuh! Huhh'ts—NGGkxShhuh!" Shane had his little tissue grasped over his nose, thighs jolting open with each sneeze. Shane brought the now soaked tissue away from his nose, straining his waist to throw it in the trash can at the side of his bed that Ilya placed there for necessity.
Ilya hummed, perching next to Shane. "God bless," said Ilya, tone slightly marred with arrogance. Shane was clearly too sick for any erotic activity, he just proved it himself.
Shane made a crude sniffle, relaxing back into his prior position. "I tried to pre'bp — sndff! — while you sle'bpt. It'll be good, I pro'bmise.. I'm war'bmer inside. The fever," Shane rambled, subtly shifting his hips to rut against their sheets, catching a bit of the fabric between the solid muscle of his thighs.
"Fuck, Shane," Ilya breathed, voice coming out weak as he attempted not to let Shane's feverish confession nest inside of his brain. "I told you to rest last night."
"I k'dnow," Shane frowned, continuing to desperately rut against the useless bit of duvet between his thighs. "— and I did! I sle'bpt. But I needed to —"
"No," Ilya grabbed the duvet from between Shane's thighs, tossing it away from the boy. "You need to take medicine, that's it. Nothing else. Not this," Ilya made a vague gesture to Shane's dick. "— whatever this is."
Shane let out a dry sob of frustration, turning over with uncharacteristically sloppy movements so his face was now jammed against his pillow, ass up. It didn't help that Shane was only dressed in a pair of boxers.
It was so foreign to see Shane's movements be anything out of the little box he made himself, performed with thought and precision. On and off the ice.
"You're being ridiculous," Ilya hissed, his patience being tested. The teasing was getting to him, but Shane was so fucked up. Ilya could barely recognise this side of Shane. It was terrifying. It was exciting. "Get up."
"N'do!" Shane spat into his pillow, speech muffled by the thick cotton.
Ilya let out a big sigh. His right hand came up, delivering a swat to the exposed fat of Shane's ass. Shane jolted into their bed as if Ilya had physically thrust something into him, a broken moan leaving him.
Ilya furrowed his brow. Of course Shane liked that.
"Shane, you're being crazy," Ilya mumbled, putting his face in his hands. What would a mentally healthy person do given his current situation? Would they call someone? Shut this down completely? Probably.
"I'm no'dt crazy for wa'dnting to be fucked!" Shane cried into his pillow, adjusting his hips. His knees were probably already getting tired, for Christ sakes. Shane wouldn't be able to handle any physical activity.
"You're fucking sick, Shane," Ilya continued to mumble, patting Shane's calf that was visibly strained, arms shaking from where he held himself up on his elbows.
Shane made a little grunt into his pillow. "I'm no'dt crazy nor sick! You're sick!" the boy spat.
The words hit Ilya wrong. Sick? Ilya wasn't sick. Was that a jab at his mental health?
In a swift movement, Ilya got himself onto his knees behind Shane, positioning himself to loom over him. "Don't you ever call me sick."
Shane sniffled, bringing his head up for air, shaking his head to break the string of snot that was connected to his pillow from his nose. "Mmh.. Ilya, I didn't mea'dn —"
"Stop. You've done enough this morning," Ilya spat, subtly shaking his head. Was he being too mean?
Shane made a sad little hum, reaching back to tug down his boxers. The flesh of his ass was now visible for Ilya.
Ilya sighed, head down so he could see. "You don't deserve anything. I was going to, but. You're no good to me like this," Ilya said, lying through his teeth. Ilya's hands shoved Shane sideways, watching as the Canadian tipped with it.
Shane sniffled, getting himself back up on his elbows, ass jutted out once more. "No — no, please. I'm war'bm! Fever — please. Inside. I'll be good..! I'm good li'gke this," Shane rambled, pressing his ass back into Ilya.
Ilya held Shane's hips, giving his glutes a little squeeze. Sigh. Ilya's hands pulled down his own sweatpants, the material pooling at his calves.
"Yesyesyes," Shane sighed, sensing the movement behind him. "Fi'dnally."
Ilya hummed, taking in how sweet Shane was now that he was about to get exactly what he wanted. Ilya's hand halted, feeling the weight of his own dick in his hand as he finally got himself free. Fuck, the lube. They ran out of it from their last stay.
"I need to get lube, да? I think there's some, ehh.. in the couch somewhere," Ilya went to stand, his thigh getting grabbed instead.
"Don't leave!" Shane hissed, eyes wide as his head whipped right to look at Ilya. "Need you n'dow. Fuck, right n'dow. Fuck the lube."
Ilya grimaced, matching Shane's expression of shock. "Shane, that's.. not how sex works. You aren't woman, we need it."
"N'do," Shane whined. A word Ilya was coming to hear a lot today.
"Do you want sex or not, пчелка?" Ilya asked, attempting to maintain patience. Shane was making no sense.
"Use spit or somethin'gh," the other boy said, head ducking back down into his pillow.
Ilya sighed for the 50th time that morning, his hands rubbing up from Shane's ass to his spine, feeling Shane's ribs start to swell and deflate frantically under his hands.
"Hh.. hh.. hih.."
Before the idea could even become concrete in Ilya's mind, he was acting on it. Ilya grabbed Shane by the top of his hair, forcing Shane to bare his neck to his bed frame. Ilya cupped his hand over the lower half of Shane's face before any lube could be wasted.
"Hah'ktSHH! tTSHHXX! In'gsh! Ip'tsShhww.." Shane practically baptized Ilya's palm, head ducking down with each one. Ilya gave Shane's nose a squeeze, wringing him off and shoving the boys head back down before taking his hand back.
Ilya wasted no time, slathering the yellow gunk from his hand onto his dick. Ilya gave his dick an experimental stroke, using the leftover mucus to introduce his finger into Shane's hole. Ilya carefully worked his fingers into Shane one by one until the ring of muscles became relaxed, Shane's squeaks melting into comfortable moans.
Shane quietly whined with impatience under Ilya, his walls already fluttering under the pads of Ilya's fingers.
"Deep breath," ordered Ilya, lining himself up with careful precision.
Shane obeyed as usual, taking a deep breath. His lungs crackled with the inhale, his hole relaxing to completion. Ilya inserted his tip, and then his whole length at once.
"Oh, fuck, Shane.." Ilya breathed, finally understanding what Shane meant. The warmth of his boyfriend felt utterly different, a type of bliss he'd never felt before. Shane had always felt better than any of the girls Ilya had fucked, but this? This was elation in the form of a man. "So fucking warm, жук.."
Shane whined into his pillow, the flesh of his ass quaking with each thrust. The sensitivity that the fever brought naturally felt ten times more intense than it usually did for Shane.
Shane arched his back as his hips wiggled down a little, feeling Ilya in his lower abdomen. "Fu-u-u-u'gck! Fu'gck!"
Ilya felt a smile paint his face at Shane's broken curses, hitting the boy's prostate over and over again. Ilya groaned as he felt his balls grow tight, his orgasm coming faster than he had hoped. Ilya pulled out gently, painting Shane's back with the result of his pleasure. "Ah, Shane! Ooh.."
Shane crumpled at the same time, ruining the sheets beneath him as he spilled over them as he did his own stomach. Shane toppled into the bed as it was over, his body left trembling. Post orgasm bliss mixed well with a spiking fever.
Ilya panted, falling back on his knees as he recollected himself. "Fuck, that was good. You did good, Shanya," Ilya mumbled, leaning down to lick his mess off Shane's back. The temperature beneath his tongue surprised him. Ilya's hands rubbed at Shane's waist, massaging the dips.
"Let's get you in the bath, hmm? Да?" Ilya whispered against Shane's back, hands continuing their comfort.
Shane nodded into the sheets, producing a stuffy sniffle. "Mmh.. dirty.."
"Dirty," Ilya parroted in agreement, pressing kisses to Shane's back. "Dirty boy. Come, up."
Shane turned himself over, sitting himself up with little coughs. He winced as he felt lube slide out of him, lifting his thigh out of the way to see. He was sat beneath a little puddle of white and yellow.
"Wha'dt is tha'dt?" Shane rubbed at one eye, moving back to see the residue better. "Why's'it yellow?"
Ilya hummed, standing from the bed to stretch. "Lube. Come, bath."
"Where — I thought we ra'dn ou'dt," Shane babbled, eyes closing momentarily.
"Shh. Bath," Ilya explained, gathering some clean clothes for Shane out of his wardrobe. Ilya helped Shane wobble to his bathroom, sitting him down on the closed toilet seat.
Ilya ran the bath, pouring some dettol in that Shane kept in his cabinets.
"Need'a pee.." Shane mumbled, head down as he rocked himself on the toilet seat. Shane grabbed some of the toilet paper at his side, snagging some to his nose to produce a weak blow that sounded more like a baby elephant that was just realizing it had a trunk.
Ilya cooed quietly, drying off his hands in a towel. "Okay, up. I'll hold you?"
Shane nodded, moving to stand as he lifted the toilet seat up and shuffled down his sweats and underwear. His legs were still a little shaky.
Ilya came up behind Shane, taking Shane's tissue to wipe his boyfriend's nose himself. After disposing the tissue in the toilet bowl, Ilya snaked an arm around Shane's waist, resting his head on Shane's shoulder.
Shane relieved his bladder, leaning against Ilya as he weakly held his dick in one hand to direct the stream into the toilet bowl. "Mm, than'gk you. Real n'dice."
Ilya nibbled on Shane's shoulder, giving it a kiss. "Get naked, да? Bath."
Shane got himself undressed, weakly folding his clothes just to put them in the laundry basket anyway. He held onto Ilya's arm to step into the bath, lowering himself down.
Ilya crouched on the floor next to the tub, wiping Shane's back with a rag doused in soap.
"Cold," Shane complained, his features scrunched up.
"You have a fever, малыш. Is necessary for you right now," Ilya replied, wiping down Shane's bicep.
A stubborn, closed off patient who definitely does not have a cold but everyone on the team forced them to get a check-up anyways.
A calm, even tempered doctor using an ophthalmoscope to examine the congested nose the patient insists is definitely not itchy or-or..
"I have some tissues here, let me know when you're going to sneeze."
Its not an if, its a when. The doctor can clearly see the nostrils pulsing around the tip of the ophthalmoscope, the raw insides of their nose full and suddenly twitching with irritation. The patient's eyes water over.
"N'dot gunna snee-h'yeeeeh.."
The doctor doesn't wait. They remove the tickling apparatus and firmly press a few layers of tissues over the flaring nose and quivering mouth. The patient's unfocused eyes almost cross in an attempt to stubbornly remain open. The doctor waits quietly as the patient sucks in breath after tremulous breath. Finally a quick gasp and-
Nothing happens. Only a watery sigh. The patient wears a cocky smile on their lips as the tissues pull away.
"Told you I wasn't gonna s'dneeze. I'm-snfff, SNFF- Fine'd."
They're nasally, and feverish maybe, but clearly not fine. Still, the doctor smiles back amusedly, swiping the tissues up along the underside of the now freely running nose.
"Well try holding off so I can look at the other-"
"HIH'DZSHIEWW!"
The explosive, spraying sneeze is a surprise, to the patient at least. They look horrified at the accident.
"Oh god I'm so sorry, I didn't-"
"Not a problem. Its al just a part of the job I guess."
i love the concept of checking someone's temperature by feeling their forehead with the back of your hand, pressing your lips to their forehead, or putting a thermometer under their tongue. all the while they can't stop hitching, their nostrils flaring, all leading up to them unleashing a fit of big wet sneezes right in your face. they apologize over and over again, their cheeks red with embarrassment. you assure them it's alright, no need to apologize and send them back to bed while you find the ibuprofen and get a cool wash cloth for their head.
okay but being used at the 'communal tissue' by a group of sickies
A worker in the contagion clinic trying to get things done while their coworkers who are alittle more sniffly and snzy than the usual always end up going to them when they get too snzy or nose gets too runny.
By half the shift A's scrub shirt has multiple large dark patches, and they're considering getting a spare from their locker. When another coworker comes over desperately hitching nose streaming. THey pull onto the bottom of A's shirt and let out a messy snz that leaves a large splatter of mess at the center going down
Well now they're going to definately need that spare...not that they mind
Just went through a breakup last week. I won’t be ready to date for a long time but part of me hopes I can make out with a woman at a bar at a pride event
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Nice Work If You Can Get It - (m/m) Eliseo/Padgett
So after a year of abject depression, I’ve decided I still like my writing so I’m reuploading it. For the time being, requests are not on the table. I have definitely flaked out on some people and I’m really sorry for that. :( Hopefully if people still want to read what’s already done though, this will be okay.
NSFW, MESS, CONTAGION - Eliseo has hired Padgett to get him sick.
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“All right… close your eyes.”
Eliseo swallowed and did so, blocking out his bedroom, the red-gold sunset light pouring in from the windows, and Padgett, who was straddling his hips. He could still hear, quite easily, the other man’s labored breathing and feel the heat of his thighs… and his crotch. Eliseo was under no illusion that he was in an incredibly compromising position at the moment. He hadn’t thought much about the.. particulars when he’d first decided to strike this deal.
“Are we really doing this?” he asked, voice weak.
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