desc: i haven’t been good being away for so long ~~ u can only learn if u discipline urself, right ?
[contents] stifles, half-stifles, rapid snz, let out snz, loads of inducing, begging (hehe), mess starting at 6:49
“i haven’t been good, have i?” urcatboy asks in a gentle tone, subtly suggesting something a little more below the surface.
“maybe if i discipline myself, i’ll learn my lesson.”
he then turns to his side to grabs something out of frame. returning, in his hand he has a rolled up tissue formed into a rod.
“i’ll sneeze as much as you want me to, okay?”
his soft spoken nature—draped over with a sense of charm and slight suggestive tone makes his words all the more exciting.
he wastes no time doing what he’s promised. his lips part as the tissue eases its way inside his left nostril. an instant reaction sparks through his face—first at his eyebrows, flinching together as his wrist turns the tissue slowly.
soft puffs of air accompany his mouth widening, his tongue sheepishly beginning to poke out. each movement is slow, yet calculated in this buildup.
a mist erupts into the air in front of him. his hand keeps the tissue steady once his body jerked forwards.
his eyes open briefly to look above him, his nostrils flaring outwards as the tissue continues to wriggle inside his nose. he seemingly hits a sensitive spot, his body twitching roughly before his eyes shut.
he sneezes immediately, spraying his entire body as his head snaps downwards. another shoots out directly after with no hesitation. he licks his lips as he brings his body upright, his hand roughly wriggling the tissue back and forth in a more sporadic manner. this instantly causes another two or three sneezes this time, him straining to keep his head tilted upwards so that you can see almost everything. his nostrils widen with every sneeze, them just eager to relieve the tickle as he is.
he continues to induce himself, each round of wriggling the tissue then sneezing a couple times begins to quicken in pace. now, it seems he’s sneezing a few times more and a little faster.
that’s until one particular sneeze suddenly halts the cycle, teetering on the very edge.
he pants loudly, wriggling the tissue in desperation to sent himself over the edge. even though that seems to tickle him more just as he wanted, the sneeze just doesn’t want to come.
after a few more seconds of waiting, it’s gone. he sighs, sniffling as his body relaxes back against the bed frame. his arm reaches out of frame to grab something, returning with another rolled rod of tissue. after letting himself breathe for a moment, he now slides the fresh rod into his other nostril. his entire face flinches at the sensation. his mouth jerks open as it makes its way deeper inside.
he now re-adjusts how he’s holding each tissue—each hand now holding rod. his hands slowly begin to work the tissues inside his nose, but his composure doesn’t last for long.
the first few sneezes are kept directly in view, his upper body tensed to keep himself upright. however, this doesn’t last very long. he’s gradually beginning to lurch further a little more with each sneeze, his hands shaking as they trigger sneeze after sneeze with no stopping. he’s merciless with himself.
his fit continues, but it’s audible how he’s running out of air. sure, he gets a gasp or two in between sets, but it’s not enough to keep him going. his body knows this, forcing him to stop by sending a wave of coughs through his chest.
he lets them out, bending a little more at his waist as each one wracks his frame. a few straggling sneezes shoot out of him afterwards, but the fit has pretty much stopped.
he now rests his head against the wall behind him, leaving the tissues poking out to hang freely. he brings his hand up to his forehead to push his hair back, pausing before a sneeze hits him. despite the force of the sneeze and his body lurching forwards, the tissues are still secured loosely in his nose.
he now looks at the camera. his visuals are pathetic. each side of his nose is prodded with a tissue as he slumps against his bed frame. his open mouth breaths send puffs of air to the ends of the tissues which are left unwound, pushing them upwards gently with every exhale.
with the end of the leash just out of sight, he tugs slightly at his collar, yanking his upper body forward by his neck while his head jerks back.
this seems to cause more than the small whine that slips out of him, his face morphing into a buildup.
he begins panting, his head still tilted back with the rods fluttering up and down with each breath. with a couple heavier hitches, he lurches forward with a sneeze that instantly dislodges the first rod onto his lap.
pulling the other one out, the tissue instantly bends on itself—soaked from the fit it just triggered. he scrunches his nose quickly before using a bent finger to rub at the tip.
he reveals a feather—one he’s never used before. usually, his videos include smaller, more pointed ones, but the one in front of him is exactly what’d you imagine a perfect feather would look like. it’s a bit bigger with a white, fluffy texture that makes it float delicately in the air.
he brings the feather up to the bridge of his nose, purposefully taking his time to avoid his trigger spot and build up the tension. despite this, he still manages to flinch at the delicate touch once it glides down the bridge, his nose still flaring as if it were right in front of it.
next, he decides to brush the feather very quickly across his nose. it’s fast enough to not trigger an entire sneeze, but it still sends a flicker of something through his nose.
“it’s soft,” he murmurs, circling the feather quickly once again.
“it…oh,” he begins to say, this time the feather encroaching a little longer than before. his movements are now slower, really letting the feather brush against his septum and the bottom of his nostrils.
it seems to catch him off guard how fast this sends a tickle through. he continues to play with it, a few hitches starting to appear.
“it…hih! i a-already h-have t—hih! t-to sn-neezehih!” he struggles to say, quickly building to a full release.
that is, until he pulls the feather away.
he abruptly leaves himself hitching, just barely at the precipice of a sneeze, before it slowly winds back down to 0.
“i don’t want t…” he starts after bringing the feather back to his nose. he’s almost turning away from himself, slightly tilting his head away from his hand as he tickles the side of his septum.
reaching the top of the buildup was much quicker this time around, him almost immediately returning to where he was just a moment ago. he hitches, furrowing his eyebrows desperately to try and hold back the sneeze he was triggering.
his words are broken—struggling to string a phrase together. the feather seems to be completely consuming his focus now. the bristles softly brush against the bottom of his nose as he swishes it to and fro. that gentle touch seems to be almost torturing him.
“i have to…” he mumbles before a troubled exhale, his words now slurring together in a hurry. “so—”
he cuts himself off with a couple weak coughs. the feather continues to flutter back and forth just beneath his nose with his chest raising and falling with quickening breaths.
suddenly, he yanks the feather away from him before tightly pinching his fingers onto his nose. instantly, between his fingers, a rough sneeze shakes his entire body. another one soon follows, and now it’s a full blown fit. he’s pressing his thighs together as the fit continues on, each stifle sounding less secure than the last. he can barely open his eyes. it’s visibly clear that he’s struggling to keep each one contained.
he manages to hold it together for a few more moments, but one poorly timed shift of his hand results in a failed half stifle. his body immediately hooks on this, sending sneeze after sneeze, faster and faster.
he’s now struggling badly to keep this under wraps and try to recover. each sneeze sounds different than the one before it. he’s trying to pinch them back shut, but his body won’t let him.
the moment he concedes to his fate and fully unplugs his nose, a sharp inhale shocks his frame. two curt sneezes zip past him before he can even process it. now the floodgates have opened. he clumsily switches his hands to pushing his fingers against the ball of his nose, the camera now getting a full view of what’s about to come.
with each release, you can just hear the irritation behind them. if that didn’t give enough of a hint, the light catches his nose beginning to run.
“oh,” he breathes out, sniffling. he bites his bottom lip slightly before looking up at the camera. “i’m sorry…”
he turns to lift a can of air freshener into the frame.
“it…” he starts, before a—
the sneeze, spawning from his sensitivity, sounds so rushed that there’s no way it could have been satisfying.
he sniffles before continuing. “i won’t be able to stop...”
his voice is usually one that is gentle and smooth, but now it’s bordering on pure exhaustion. his posture has also slouched considerably since the beginning.
pressing on the can’s trigger, a mist of freshener fills the air in front of him. he waves his arm back and forth a bit to increase its spread. his body’s reaction is almost immediate with a small flurry of coughs now crowding his chest. he places the air freshener can down, waving his hand in front of his face for some sort of feigned relief, it seems.
his face then melts into an languid expression, washing over him like he has no control over himself. you can quickly catch his eyes rolling back slightly before they fall shut, his mouth sliding open as his nose flares wildly.
he’s at the mercy of his body.
after a few clunky hitches, he lets out a sound that revs from the back of his throat. it sounds slightly desperate, like he’s overwhelmed, while also being the crescendo to whatever his body was about to hit him with.
the sneezes that erupt are messy. they’re coming out at such a pace that there’s not even a lull long enough for him to sniffle or collect himself. they’re much more uncontained now—sounding wilder and more uncontrollable than they ever have. mess begins to stream down his philtrum with each frenzied release.
he haphazardly places his hand on the bed, steadying himself so he doesn’t tip over. he starts blinking in random bouts, his mouth agape as he tries to get a hold of himself.
he coughs openly with his eyes squeezed shut, the few coughs sounds much more rough and taxing than before. after, his eyes relax for a moment before flinching tighter again, the mess building at the edge of his nose sliding down a bit more.
“can i…wipe…my nose?” he asks the camera weakly, his pleading eyes shining back at it. “…please? i…”
his breath starts to pick up as his nose continues to run despite his discomfort. his breaths are full on pants now though as his mouth, still agape, waits expectantly while this buildup comes to fruition.
another explosion of mess flows onto his face with no hesitation. he instinctively bows his head so that his face is hidden from view. with his head bent, he lets out a following sneeze that send whatever has built up during his fits flying onto his lap.
he coughs, a whine of discomfort punctuating it. he stays in this position, bent for a moment, before timidly raising his head back up.
he rests his head against the wall once again, unveiling his final state. completely demolished, his half lidded eyes stare back at you as he lets out a futile attempt at a sniffle. tear tracks glisten on his cheeks and his lips are now closed, a small tremble rippling through them. the video then fades out.
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