Okay, so, I just finished rewatching all of Cow//boy Be//bop, including the movie! There’s a shocking amount of snz content within this series!
-The trope of falling into cold water causing characters to sneeze a couple times.
-The trope of being naked and cold resulting in a sneeze happens once.
-One of the characters (Fa//ye, a gorgeous woman!) cannonically sneezes three times in a row each time, without fail!
-Instead of “bless you”, there’s an entirely different saying: “Take care”. It is said that if someone sneezes and no one says “take care,” they’ll turn into a fairy.
-In the movie, there’s a contagion plot. One background character’s whole gag is that he has hay fever and keeps having to either explain that he’s not sick or try so hard not to sneeze in order to not raise suspicion.
Anyways, just rambling some observations! Overall, I adore this show, so all of this is just a bonus treat!
Mostly male sneezes, but to me, this is somehow cuter!
Was feeling Inspired by this post by @sneezysubbyboi
In the Pok/ém/on universe
A has recently met B and is developing feelings, but B's partner Po/kém/on is a grass type they're very allergic to. They keep getting into a sneezy mess whenever they meet, and can only assume B finds this gross and offputting.
One thing on my bucket list is to smother a man's nose while I sit on his face, and purposefully spraying myself silly with something that will irritate his sinuses.
Then, I'll start moving against him while he begins to hitch from beneath me, until he begins sneezing all over me <3
omg...idk how the requests for this work but may i ask for 🌬+🤞🏻 ft. kimsuragi [looks at you with huge pleading eyes]
Hi anon!! Sorry for the wait, I've been....preoccupied 🙃 Thank you so much for the prompt (breezy day + stifles)! This one kind of got away from me and it sits at 3.3k lol
I went ahead with some K/im x fet!H/arry because I'm a creature of habit ✨ Please enjoy!
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Content:
M/M, H/arry has a sneezing fetish, K/im is a kinky motherfucker, sneezing from dust / general debris, manually induced sneezing, mentions of sex, stifles, spray, sneezing into a handkerchief, mild embarrassment/humiliation, buildups, nose rubbing, exhibitionism/voyeurism, sneezing on somebody, sneezing into someone else's hand, teasing, implied public sex
NSFW - Minors DNI!
The start of Kim’s day off had been unexceptional, which wasn’t to say bad. Harry had stayed the night at his apartment, and Kim found that waking up next to him was becoming progressively more frequent and desirable. He still craved his own space like he craved air and he didn’t see that changing, especially not at his age where his personality and all of his habits were pretty solidly baked into him. The company, however – Harry’s company – was comforting. If he wasn’t so stubbornly persistent about playing coy with his own feelings, he might even have admitted to himself that it was something he looked forward to more than almost anything.
It had barely been half a year since he’d met Harry, so he allowed himself some grace with regards to how close he kept his cards clutched to his chest. Still – he wouldn’t with any real sincerity have been able to rebuff accusations that he was entirely smitten with his partner.
He woke before Harry, then sat up in bed and watched him sleep for a little while. His fond smile was so wide it practically split his face, his chest heavy with adoration.
He headed to the kitchen to get started on breakfast.
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Lunch in a semi-fancy café in Le Jardin was delightful. After a morning of sex that made Kim feel like a man half his age, they’d followed their stomachs to the fancier part of town and treated themselves. Harry was making googly eyes at Kim half the time, which ought to have been embarrassing but wasn’t. It just felt good.
A stroll in the park was next. As nice as it would have been to hold hands, it was the middle of the day and far too crowded for Kim’s liking. It wasn’t even that he didn’t care to advertise his sexual orientation; he just didn’t fancy his happy little bubble being rudely burst, and nothing was quite so effective as the judgemental stares a pair of middle-aged, interracial, homosexual lovers openly showing affection brought about. Flying under the radar had its own advantages. Harry kept tossing his arm around Kim’s shoulder and laughing at his jokes, convivial enough that any deeper intimacy it relayed could be perceived as purely platonic. That it wasn’t, and that it was making Kim feel like a giddy schoolboy with his first crush, was neither here nor there.
They sat on a bench and watched children throwing crusts of bread to an eager crowd of ducks, more and more of them swimming to the edge of the pond by the second. Harry liked children; he was good with them. Kim sometimes wondered why he, and so many other adults, struggled to get along with them, having been children themselves. Then again, he hadn’t even gotten along with children when he was one, so.
He was pulled out of his meandering thoughts by a sudden, teasing tickle blossoming in the depths of his left nostril. It wasn’t enough to bring about a sneeze, but enough to make him sniffle and wrinkle his nose in irritation. That seemed to do the trick for the moment. He glanced over at Harry, wondering if he’d taken any notice, but one of the children was screaming, running away from a particularly boisterous mallard, and his partner was laughing openly at the scene. Kim repressed a laugh of his own.
They sat idly, enjoying the endearing spectacle and each other’s company. A few minutes later, however, an unseasonably cold draft of wind roared its way through nearby treetops and swept over them, chilling Kim instantly. Harry inched closer to him, wrapping his arms round himself.
“Fuck, that’s cold! It’s still summertime, for fuck’s sake!” He murmured, cringing against another gust of air.
“Technically, detective, it is autumn already. I was hoping for a warmer start to September, but-” He cut off to shield himself against more wind, ducking his head down towards his chest with a grunt of irritation. Neither of them was wearing more than a light blazer; only sun had been forecast for the remainder of the day.
“Ughh, it’s collld, fuck!!” Harry complained, entirely uninterested in Kim’s correction.
As if in a retaliatory ‘fuck you’, the harsh wind blew across the park once again, even stronger than before. Kim winced in discomfort, feeling goosebumps rising over the bare skin of his forearms. He heard the kids scrambling away, no doubt to find better cover than the exposed open edge of the duck pond. He could have sworn that latest gust moved a stationary duck several inches across the ground.
Not only had the most recent gust of wind been as cold as the latter, it had had the unpleasant effect of whipping up a great deal of dusty debris – all of which had been deposited onto them, bringing tears of irritation to Kim’s eyes. Harry made sputtering sounds and scrubbed at his face.
“Jesus, so much for a nice little walk in the park.” He groaned.
“Let’s get out of here.” Kim said, taking a moment to wipe his glasses with a cleaning cloth.
“Lucky – wish I was wearing glasses right now. I have all kinds of shit in my eyes.” Harry teased, blinking away tears.
“Harry, they’re glasses, not goggles.” Kim smiled, turning round to peer at the undefined blob of him, letting him see his own leaking eyes. “I’m blind and in pain.”
“Awww…” He imagined the blob that was Harry smirking at him, making those stupid googly eyes again. Kim grinned, then tensed up quite suddenly, his smile falling. The tickle was back – evidently helped along by a face-full of irritating dirt, dust and pollen. His grin returned.
“You’re going to like this.” He said to Harry, pausing for just a moment before his breath began to hitch several times in quick succession. His nostrils flared delicately, eyebrows knit in a look of intense desperation, and then he was sneezing fitfully into his wrist, hands otherwise occupied with his glasses and cloth.
“Hd’tt! Hh-ngt! Ngx’shu! Oh. Pardon.”
He stifled them habitually, allowing himself to gently rub his nose against his arm in the aftermath, then slipped his glasses back onto his face to take in Harry’s expression. He bit his lip in an attempt to hold back a smug smile, but he just couldn’t. He loved how wrecked and entirely whipped Harry looked after even one sneeze from him. What a wonderful fetish. What an effortless, pleasurable way to tease.
“Oh, bless you, Kim. You, uh, okay?”
Kim could not stop smiling; Harry was practically purring.
“I’m fine, Detective. You might be happy to know that I’m not quite sure if I’m done.”
He wasn’t lying; the tickle hadn’t been fully quashed by that hastily stifled triple. The dustiness had really done a number on him; he could feel that this might become somewhat of a drawn-out affair. Before Harry, that would have been a total mood-dampener - now he was practically vibrating with the possibilities of it all.
Harry shifted in his seat, crossing his previously wide-spread legs and hunching forward ever so slightly. It was painfully unsubtle. Kim resisted the urge to squirm himself, thinking about Harry’s hardening cock.
“By all means, Kitsuragi, sneeze all you want. I won’t complain.”
“Mm, I will. I want to, I’m just not quite sure if I can get there yet.” He tapped the side of his nose, partly to draw Harry’s gaze to the flexing arch of his nostril and partly because it did, at times, help in bringing about a particularly stubborn sneeze.
“Want my help?” Harry grinned, reaching towards Kim’s face. Kim gripped him by the wrist, hard, and shared a heated stare with his partner as he lowered it back down to Harry’s side.
“We’re in public, Lieutenant Double-Yefreitor.”
“Oh no. Are you gonna punish me, Lieutenant?” Harry waggled his eyebrows, going for flirtatious and devilish but ending up more obnoxious than anything else – which, pathetically, did more for Kim anyway.
“You’re actually punishing yourself, right now. Distracting me certainly won’t help me sneeze.”
Harry let out a heavy breath through his nose and squirmed again, angling his body to face Kim’s, expectant. Kim smirked, continued to face directly forward, allowing Harry to take in his profile.
“You’re so shameless.” He murmured, then sniffled a couple of times, hoping to kick-start the tickle into something productive.
“Does it tickle, honey?” Harry asked after a beat, entirely unable to wait.
“Impatient, too.” Kim muttered, tapping an outstretched index finger to the twitching curve of his right nostril. That was definitely helping; he was reaching the point where the tickle was overstaying its welcome. He desperately needed the sneeze to culminate or recede entirely, and the former was infinitely more desirable in his current mood. His heart was starting to race in anticipation. He expertly ignored the discomfort of his cock as it ever so slightly filled with blood, and sniffled again.
It wasn’t enough, somehow; he was sure if he left it alone, it would certainly rear its head again later, but he wanted to sneeze now.
Unwelcome though it had been before, another gentle gust of wind suddenly raced through the park, bringing with it another miniature dust storm – just what Kim needed. He heard Harry grunt in frustration, turning away to avoid another face of the stuff, and whilst he instinctively wanted to do the same, Kim merely closed his eyes and frowned in discomfort. He would need to shower as soon as they got home; he imagined his hair, his clothes covered in silt and dirt, though realistically it felt worse than it actually was. He sniffled again, willingly taking in a deep breath of dusty air.
Oh. That was certainly effective. Immediately, before the wind had even died down, he felt the tickle surge forward with a renewed voracity. It was strong enough that he coughed several times into a raised fist, then gasped when at last a sneeze threatened to overwhelm him.
“Harry, I’m going t-to-!” He managed, eyes still screwed shut, before his face twisted into an expression of irritated surrender. The tickle was immense; it seemed to spread with teasing tendrils throughout his sinuses and fill his entire head with a demanding flutter. He felt his nostrils flare to capacity, and then he was gasping, once, twice, three times, and –
Kim snuffled, keeping one hand pressed protectively under his dripping nose as his other searched through his pockets for his handkerchief. God, that had been a rush.
Each little sneeze had been incredibly itchy, and so forceful – it had taken a great deal of effort to stifle them into submission. He might not have bothered, if he didn’t know exactly how much holding them back drove Harry up the wall with both arousal and impatience.
“Bless you, honey. Fuck! Don’t hold them in if it’s making it worse.”
Translation: ‘Stop holding them back and put on a show for me, you evil bastard’. Kim decided he would continue to hold them back specifically because doing so was indeed making the tickle worse. Stifling assuredly made him sneeze almost twice as much as he needed to. Harry ought to appreciate his efforts, honestly.
“Thank you. Not done…Going to-!”
He barely had a moment to raise the handkerchief to his face before he was sneezing again with renewed vigor, masterfully stifling each one.
Finally, the tickle seemed to grind so unbearably against the innermost part of Kim’s sinuses that he gasped hugely in response. There would be no stifling this one – or, if he attempted to do so, it promised to be an uncomfortable and dissatisfying affair for both Harry and himself. So, he let the tickle hold him on the precipice for several maddening seconds, face emerging from the handkerchief to allow Harry to take in the torturous expression that marred his usually placid features. When he thought he would simply never sneeze, frozen in ticklish purgatory forever, it at last burst forth; he pitched forward into the handkerchief, letting it out with abandon.
“-HadDDZT’Tzshieww-!!”
Kim was glad that the previous unpleasant change in weather had otherwise cleared their general vicinity of the park; such a commotion of a sneeze was bound to cause even the most disinterested of individuals to crane their neck in search of the source. Luckily, it was just the two of them. When he finally lifted his bleary eyes to peer over at Harry, he felt a huge swell of affection at his partner’s naked desperation that he was so clearly attempting (and failing) to mask.
“Excuse me.” Kim murmured, as sultry as he would allow. He folded the handkerchief neatly and placed it back in his pocket. “I think I’m done. For now, at any rate.”
“Bless you, Kim. Holy shit. I’m just glad we’re sitting down – my knees are like jelly right now.”
Kim smiled softly, feeling the fondness that had dogged him since this morning reaching near critical levels of saccharine. He wouldn’t be surprised if his eyes were wet and huge like a puppy, the way he couldn’t help gazing lovingly at Harry – his Harry.
“You’re ridiculous.” He told Harry for quite possibly the thousandth time since they had met. “And very sweet.”
Harry looked at him and smiled back, a bashful combination of ridiculously horny and visibly love-drunk. It was all Kim could take. He really didn’t want to get hard on a park bench in broad daylight, and doing so certainly wouldn’t help Harry’s case at all. No – they needed to leave, and he needed to get them right back into bed where he could relieve some of this ridiculous pining, most unfitting for a man his age.
He got to his feet, and Harry (unsteadily) did the same. He hesitated for a moment, then – passersby be damned – rubbed his hand up and down the thick bicep of Harry’s right arm, delighting in the way Harry flinched and seemed to melt into the touch.
“I think we should head home, Detective. I have certain…affairs I’d like to deal with – as soon as possible.”
Harry evidently couldn’t have agreed more.
“Baby, I am so glad you said that.” He leaned closer to Kim’s ear and lowered his voice. “My boner is tucked up under my belt right now.”
Kim choked back a laugh.
“When did you manage that?!”
“When do you think?” Harry grinned it at him, looking paradoxically embarrassed and not the least bit pleased all at the same time. “When you were sneezing your gorgeous head off. I was scared I was gonna go off in my pants.”
“Hmm.” Kim smirked, raising an eyebrow. “Hard to hide the aftermath in trousers like that.” He glanced at Harry’s salmon-pink flares of choice.
Harry smirked back. He looked positively dishevelled. Kim wanted to press him up against a nearby tree and kiss that stupid expression off his face. He cleared his throat, tried to clear his mind as a young couple walked past them, as if frightened they could hear his thoughts.
“Shall we?” He said, leading the way back to the path.
Harry was beside him in moments, practically stepping on his feet, zero concept of personal space as always. Kim found that he didn’t mind at all. As though magnetised, he felt his body involuntarily (though quite happily) arching towards Harry. Seeing the park practically empty, besides the young couple ahead of them who were far too interested in one another to take note of them, Kim surrendered. He reached for Harry’s hand and laced their fingers together. Harry looked at him in happy shock, then squeezed Kim’s hand back, hard.
Home was always about a million miles away every time Kim wanted to fuck. It was an eternal curse. It hadn’t stopped him from dragging various partners into semi-public locations before, but they tended towards alleyways and public bathrooms. No matter how much he wanted to fuck Harry’s brains out, he couldn’t bring himself to actually have sex in a park, mid-afternoon.
His nostrils tingled quite suddenly – forebodingly. A delicate shiver of arousal danced along his spine. He wouldn’t fuck Harry now, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t tease him in the meantime.
Gently squeezing Harry’s hand, he veered them away from the path to the partial covering of a cluster of trees. A quick glance over his shoulder to ascertain that they were alone for the moment, and then Kim did press Harry back against a tree.
“Kim?” Harry practically wheezed, eyes glittering with excitement.
“Shhh.” Kim said, squeezing Harry’s arm reassuringly, then reaching up to tap at the bridge of his nose where bone met cartilage. Harry’s eyes, already glassy and blown, where practically pools of liquid black when he realised what Kim had in mind. He moaned, softly enough that Kim didn’t feel the need to reprimand him - just as well, given that he had clearly lost his own mind and was doing nothing to keep himself in check.
It didn’t take very long; the tickle flared up in earnest, more than helped along by Kim’s ministrations. He inhaled softly, tingling all over with a devilish excitement, drinking in Harry’s deer-in-the-headlights expression of utter giddiness until his eyelids were forced shut, the pre-sneeze preparation overwhelming his senses.
He didn’t bother with his handkerchief; he merely let the sneezes come as they would, giving them free reign.
The burst of spray from each sneeze arched with a delicate aerosol across Harry’s chest, some catching his neck and chin with their fittish intensity. When he was done, Kim glanced with satisfaction to see that some droplets had left visible stains of moisture dappled across Harry’s shirt. That Harry would have to walk home with the clear evidence of their mutual depravity electrified him.
Harry responded as predictably (and wonderfully) as Kim had expected. He looked pained with arousal, breath coming in little pants as he struggled to keep himself together. Kim was certain that if he reached between Harry’s legs and merely kneaded against him with the heel of his hand, he’d be cumming all over his stomach. His own cock throbbed violently in response at the thought of it; it took him a moment to compose himself.
A delicate hand under his chin, lifting his face ever-so carefully snapped him back to attention. Harry’s other hand reached with a gentle thumb to swipe away at the moisture that clung to his nostrils. He felt electrified by the touch – how caring and tender it was despite Harry practically shaking with pent-up excitement.
“God bless you, baby.” Harry murmured. “Some tickle, huh?”
Kim couldn’t have responded if he tried; Harry’s persistently nudging thumb against his overworked nostrils induced another horribly tickly sneeze. He had a split second to grab Harry by the wrist before he was sneezing openly against his palm.
“-dDZZt’TSZHieww-!! Ough. Pardon.”
That one had been particularly wet; he subtly licked his lips clean.
“Kim-!” Harry sighed.
It was the final straw. There was no way they were making it home. Kim pushed Harry further back into the thicket, unbuckling his trousers as they went.
so obviously im a total whore for cartoony sneeze stuff and i think smthing really underappreciated in that zone is the ultra-exaggerated, point-of-no-return pre-sneeze face.
like im talkin eyes slightly crossed towards the nose, brows raised, nose twitched, one nostril flared more than the other—the kind of face someone makes when the thing they're really allergic to floats gently down onto (or under) their nose. just totally absurd, obvious cause-and-effect signaling, an unspoken "now i'm going to start sneezing"? soooo hot
omg...idk how the requests for this work but may i ask for 🌬+🤞🏻 ft. kimsuragi [looks at you with huge pleading eyes]
Hi anon!! Sorry for the wait, I've been....preoccupied 🙃 Thank you so much for the prompt (breezy day + stifles)! This one kind of got away from me and it sits at 3.3k lol
I went ahead with some K/im x fet!H/arry because I'm a creature of habit ✨ Please enjoy!
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Content:
M/M, H/arry has a sneezing fetish, K/im is a kinky motherfucker, sneezing from dust / general debris, manually induced sneezing, mentions of sex, stifles, spray, sneezing into a handkerchief, mild embarrassment/humiliation, buildups, nose rubbing, exhibitionism/voyeurism, sneezing on somebody, sneezing into someone else's hand, teasing, implied public sex
NSFW - Minors DNI!
The start of Kim’s day off had been unexceptional, which wasn’t to say bad. Harry had stayed the night at his apartment, and Kim found that waking up next to him was becoming progressively more frequent and desirable. He still craved his own space like he craved air and he didn’t see that changing, especially not at his age where his personality and all of his habits were pretty solidly baked into him. The company, however – Harry’s company – was comforting. If he wasn’t so stubbornly persistent about playing coy with his own feelings, he might even have admitted to himself that it was something he looked forward to more than almost anything.
It had barely been half a year since he’d met Harry, so he allowed himself some grace with regards to how close he kept his cards clutched to his chest. Still – he wouldn’t with any real sincerity have been able to rebuff accusations that he was entirely smitten with his partner.
He woke before Harry, then sat up in bed and watched him sleep for a little while. His fond smile was so wide it practically split his face, his chest heavy with adoration.
He headed to the kitchen to get started on breakfast.
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Lunch in a semi-fancy café in Le Jardin was delightful. After a morning of sex that made Kim feel like a man half his age, they’d followed their stomachs to the fancier part of town and treated themselves. Harry was making googly eyes at Kim half the time, which ought to have been embarrassing but wasn’t. It just felt good.
A stroll in the park was next. As nice as it would have been to hold hands, it was the middle of the day and far too crowded for Kim’s liking. It wasn’t even that he didn’t care to advertise his sexual orientation; he just didn’t fancy his happy little bubble being rudely burst, and nothing was quite so effective as the judgemental stares a pair of middle-aged, interracial, homosexual lovers openly showing affection brought about. Flying under the radar had its own advantages. Harry kept tossing his arm around Kim’s shoulder and laughing at his jokes, convivial enough that any deeper intimacy it relayed could be perceived as purely platonic. That it wasn’t, and that it was making Kim feel like a giddy schoolboy with his first crush, was neither here nor there.
They sat on a bench and watched children throwing crusts of bread to an eager crowd of ducks, more and more of them swimming to the edge of the pond by the second. Harry liked children; he was good with them. Kim sometimes wondered why he, and so many other adults, struggled to get along with them, having been children themselves. Then again, he hadn’t even gotten along with children when he was one, so.
He was pulled out of his meandering thoughts by a sudden, teasing tickle blossoming in the depths of his left nostril. It wasn’t enough to bring about a sneeze, but enough to make him sniffle and wrinkle his nose in irritation. That seemed to do the trick for the moment. He glanced over at Harry, wondering if he’d taken any notice, but one of the children was screaming, running away from a particularly boisterous mallard, and his partner was laughing openly at the scene. Kim repressed a laugh of his own.
They sat idly, enjoying the endearing spectacle and each other’s company. A few minutes later, however, an unseasonably cold draft of wind roared its way through nearby treetops and swept over them, chilling Kim instantly. Harry inched closer to him, wrapping his arms round himself.
“Fuck, that’s cold! It’s still summertime, for fuck’s sake!” He murmured, cringing against another gust of air.
“Technically, detective, it is autumn already. I was hoping for a warmer start to September, but-” He cut off to shield himself against more wind, ducking his head down towards his chest with a grunt of irritation. Neither of them was wearing more than a light blazer; only sun had been forecast for the remainder of the day.
“Ughh, it’s collld, fuck!!” Harry complained, entirely uninterested in Kim’s correction.
As if in a retaliatory ‘fuck you’, the harsh wind blew across the park once again, even stronger than before. Kim winced in discomfort, feeling goosebumps rising over the bare skin of his forearms. He heard the kids scrambling away, no doubt to find better cover than the exposed open edge of the duck pond. He could have sworn that latest gust moved a stationary duck several inches across the ground.
Not only had the most recent gust of wind been as cold as the latter, it had had the unpleasant effect of whipping up a great deal of dusty debris – all of which had been deposited onto them, bringing tears of irritation to Kim’s eyes. Harry made sputtering sounds and scrubbed at his face.
“Jesus, so much for a nice little walk in the park.” He groaned.
“Let’s get out of here.” Kim said, taking a moment to wipe his glasses with a cleaning cloth.
“Lucky – wish I was wearing glasses right now. I have all kinds of shit in my eyes.” Harry teased, blinking away tears.
“Harry, they’re glasses, not goggles.” Kim smiled, turning round to peer at the undefined blob of him, letting him see his own leaking eyes. “I’m blind and in pain.”
“Awww…” He imagined the blob that was Harry smirking at him, making those stupid googly eyes again. Kim grinned, then tensed up quite suddenly, his smile falling. The tickle was back – evidently helped along by a face-full of irritating dirt, dust and pollen. His grin returned.
“You’re going to like this.” He said to Harry, pausing for just a moment before his breath began to hitch several times in quick succession. His nostrils flared delicately, eyebrows knit in a look of intense desperation, and then he was sneezing fitfully into his wrist, hands otherwise occupied with his glasses and cloth.
“Hd’tt! Hh-ngt! Ngx’shu! Oh. Pardon.”
He stifled them habitually, allowing himself to gently rub his nose against his arm in the aftermath, then slipped his glasses back onto his face to take in Harry’s expression. He bit his lip in an attempt to hold back a smug smile, but he just couldn’t. He loved how wrecked and entirely whipped Harry looked after even one sneeze from him. What a wonderful fetish. What an effortless, pleasurable way to tease.
“Oh, bless you, Kim. You, uh, okay?”
Kim could not stop smiling; Harry was practically purring.
“I’m fine, Detective. You might be happy to know that I’m not quite sure if I’m done.”
He wasn’t lying; the tickle hadn’t been fully quashed by that hastily stifled triple. The dustiness had really done a number on him; he could feel that this might become somewhat of a drawn-out affair. Before Harry, that would have been a total mood-dampener - now he was practically vibrating with the possibilities of it all.
Harry shifted in his seat, crossing his previously wide-spread legs and hunching forward ever so slightly. It was painfully unsubtle. Kim resisted the urge to squirm himself, thinking about Harry’s hardening cock.
“By all means, Kitsuragi, sneeze all you want. I won’t complain.”
“Mm, I will. I want to, I’m just not quite sure if I can get there yet.” He tapped the side of his nose, partly to draw Harry’s gaze to the flexing arch of his nostril and partly because it did, at times, help in bringing about a particularly stubborn sneeze.
“Want my help?” Harry grinned, reaching towards Kim’s face. Kim gripped him by the wrist, hard, and shared a heated stare with his partner as he lowered it back down to Harry’s side.
“We’re in public, Lieutenant Double-Yefreitor.”
“Oh no. Are you gonna punish me, Lieutenant?” Harry waggled his eyebrows, going for flirtatious and devilish but ending up more obnoxious than anything else – which, pathetically, did more for Kim anyway.
“You’re actually punishing yourself, right now. Distracting me certainly won’t help me sneeze.”
Harry let out a heavy breath through his nose and squirmed again, angling his body to face Kim’s, expectant. Kim smirked, continued to face directly forward, allowing Harry to take in his profile.
“You’re so shameless.” He murmured, then sniffled a couple of times, hoping to kick-start the tickle into something productive.
“Does it tickle, honey?” Harry asked after a beat, entirely unable to wait.
“Impatient, too.” Kim muttered, tapping an outstretched index finger to the twitching curve of his right nostril. That was definitely helping; he was reaching the point where the tickle was overstaying its welcome. He desperately needed the sneeze to culminate or recede entirely, and the former was infinitely more desirable in his current mood. His heart was starting to race in anticipation. He expertly ignored the discomfort of his cock as it ever so slightly filled with blood, and sniffled again.
It wasn’t enough, somehow; he was sure if he left it alone, it would certainly rear its head again later, but he wanted to sneeze now.
Unwelcome though it had been before, another gentle gust of wind suddenly raced through the park, bringing with it another miniature dust storm – just what Kim needed. He heard Harry grunt in frustration, turning away to avoid another face of the stuff, and whilst he instinctively wanted to do the same, Kim merely closed his eyes and frowned in discomfort. He would need to shower as soon as they got home; he imagined his hair, his clothes covered in silt and dirt, though realistically it felt worse than it actually was. He sniffled again, willingly taking in a deep breath of dusty air.
Oh. That was certainly effective. Immediately, before the wind had even died down, he felt the tickle surge forward with a renewed voracity. It was strong enough that he coughed several times into a raised fist, then gasped when at last a sneeze threatened to overwhelm him.
“Harry, I’m going t-to-!” He managed, eyes still screwed shut, before his face twisted into an expression of irritated surrender. The tickle was immense; it seemed to spread with teasing tendrils throughout his sinuses and fill his entire head with a demanding flutter. He felt his nostrils flare to capacity, and then he was gasping, once, twice, three times, and –
Kim snuffled, keeping one hand pressed protectively under his dripping nose as his other searched through his pockets for his handkerchief. God, that had been a rush.
Each little sneeze had been incredibly itchy, and so forceful – it had taken a great deal of effort to stifle them into submission. He might not have bothered, if he didn’t know exactly how much holding them back drove Harry up the wall with both arousal and impatience.
“Bless you, honey. Fuck! Don’t hold them in if it’s making it worse.”
Translation: ‘Stop holding them back and put on a show for me, you evil bastard’. Kim decided he would continue to hold them back specifically because doing so was indeed making the tickle worse. Stifling assuredly made him sneeze almost twice as much as he needed to. Harry ought to appreciate his efforts, honestly.
“Thank you. Not done…Going to-!”
He barely had a moment to raise the handkerchief to his face before he was sneezing again with renewed vigor, masterfully stifling each one.
Finally, the tickle seemed to grind so unbearably against the innermost part of Kim’s sinuses that he gasped hugely in response. There would be no stifling this one – or, if he attempted to do so, it promised to be an uncomfortable and dissatisfying affair for both Harry and himself. So, he let the tickle hold him on the precipice for several maddening seconds, face emerging from the handkerchief to allow Harry to take in the torturous expression that marred his usually placid features. When he thought he would simply never sneeze, frozen in ticklish purgatory forever, it at last burst forth; he pitched forward into the handkerchief, letting it out with abandon.
“-HadDDZT’Tzshieww-!!”
Kim was glad that the previous unpleasant change in weather had otherwise cleared their general vicinity of the park; such a commotion of a sneeze was bound to cause even the most disinterested of individuals to crane their neck in search of the source. Luckily, it was just the two of them. When he finally lifted his bleary eyes to peer over at Harry, he felt a huge swell of affection at his partner’s naked desperation that he was so clearly attempting (and failing) to mask.
“Excuse me.” Kim murmured, as sultry as he would allow. He folded the handkerchief neatly and placed it back in his pocket. “I think I’m done. For now, at any rate.”
“Bless you, Kim. Holy shit. I’m just glad we’re sitting down – my knees are like jelly right now.”
Kim smiled softly, feeling the fondness that had dogged him since this morning reaching near critical levels of saccharine. He wouldn’t be surprised if his eyes were wet and huge like a puppy, the way he couldn’t help gazing lovingly at Harry – his Harry.
“You’re ridiculous.” He told Harry for quite possibly the thousandth time since they had met. “And very sweet.”
Harry looked at him and smiled back, a bashful combination of ridiculously horny and visibly love-drunk. It was all Kim could take. He really didn’t want to get hard on a park bench in broad daylight, and doing so certainly wouldn’t help Harry’s case at all. No – they needed to leave, and he needed to get them right back into bed where he could relieve some of this ridiculous pining, most unfitting for a man his age.
He got to his feet, and Harry (unsteadily) did the same. He hesitated for a moment, then – passersby be damned – rubbed his hand up and down the thick bicep of Harry’s right arm, delighting in the way Harry flinched and seemed to melt into the touch.
“I think we should head home, Detective. I have certain…affairs I’d like to deal with – as soon as possible.”
Harry evidently couldn’t have agreed more.
“Baby, I am so glad you said that.” He leaned closer to Kim’s ear and lowered his voice. “My boner is tucked up under my belt right now.”
Kim choked back a laugh.
“When did you manage that?!”
“When do you think?” Harry grinned it at him, looking paradoxically embarrassed and not the least bit pleased all at the same time. “When you were sneezing your gorgeous head off. I was scared I was gonna go off in my pants.”
“Hmm.” Kim smirked, raising an eyebrow. “Hard to hide the aftermath in trousers like that.” He glanced at Harry’s salmon-pink flares of choice.
Harry smirked back. He looked positively dishevelled. Kim wanted to press him up against a nearby tree and kiss that stupid expression off his face. He cleared his throat, tried to clear his mind as a young couple walked past them, as if frightened they could hear his thoughts.
“Shall we?” He said, leading the way back to the path.
Harry was beside him in moments, practically stepping on his feet, zero concept of personal space as always. Kim found that he didn’t mind at all. As though magnetised, he felt his body involuntarily (though quite happily) arching towards Harry. Seeing the park practically empty, besides the young couple ahead of them who were far too interested in one another to take note of them, Kim surrendered. He reached for Harry’s hand and laced their fingers together. Harry looked at him in happy shock, then squeezed Kim’s hand back, hard.
Home was always about a million miles away every time Kim wanted to fuck. It was an eternal curse. It hadn’t stopped him from dragging various partners into semi-public locations before, but they tended towards alleyways and public bathrooms. No matter how much he wanted to fuck Harry’s brains out, he couldn’t bring himself to actually have sex in a park, mid-afternoon.
His nostrils tingled quite suddenly – forebodingly. A delicate shiver of arousal danced along his spine. He wouldn’t fuck Harry now, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t tease him in the meantime.
Gently squeezing Harry’s hand, he veered them away from the path to the partial covering of a cluster of trees. A quick glance over his shoulder to ascertain that they were alone for the moment, and then Kim did press Harry back against a tree.
“Kim?” Harry practically wheezed, eyes glittering with excitement.
“Shhh.” Kim said, squeezing Harry’s arm reassuringly, then reaching up to tap at the bridge of his nose where bone met cartilage. Harry’s eyes, already glassy and blown, where practically pools of liquid black when he realised what Kim had in mind. He moaned, softly enough that Kim didn’t feel the need to reprimand him - just as well, given that he had clearly lost his own mind and was doing nothing to keep himself in check.
It didn’t take very long; the tickle flared up in earnest, more than helped along by Kim’s ministrations. He inhaled softly, tingling all over with a devilish excitement, drinking in Harry’s deer-in-the-headlights expression of utter giddiness until his eyelids were forced shut, the pre-sneeze preparation overwhelming his senses.
He didn’t bother with his handkerchief; he merely let the sneezes come as they would, giving them free reign.
The burst of spray from each sneeze arched with a delicate aerosol across Harry’s chest, some catching his neck and chin with their fittish intensity. When he was done, Kim glanced with satisfaction to see that some droplets had left visible stains of moisture dappled across Harry’s shirt. That Harry would have to walk home with the clear evidence of their mutual depravity electrified him.
Harry responded as predictably (and wonderfully) as Kim had expected. He looked pained with arousal, breath coming in little pants as he struggled to keep himself together. Kim was certain that if he reached between Harry’s legs and merely kneaded against him with the heel of his hand, he’d be cumming all over his stomach. His own cock throbbed violently in response at the thought of it; it took him a moment to compose himself.
A delicate hand under his chin, lifting his face ever-so carefully snapped him back to attention. Harry’s other hand reached with a gentle thumb to swipe away at the moisture that clung to his nostrils. He felt electrified by the touch – how caring and tender it was despite Harry practically shaking with pent-up excitement.
“God bless you, baby.” Harry murmured. “Some tickle, huh?”
Kim couldn’t have responded if he tried; Harry’s persistently nudging thumb against his overworked nostrils induced another horribly tickly sneeze. He had a split second to grab Harry by the wrist before he was sneezing openly against his palm.
“-dDZZt’TSZHieww-!! Ough. Pardon.”
That one had been particularly wet; he subtly licked his lips clean.
“Kim-!” Harry sighed.
It was the final straw. There was no way they were making it home. Kim pushed Harry further back into the thicket, unbuckling his trousers as they went.
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