Why stop at “false starts?” Why can’t we talk about ‘false sneezes?’
Where someone goes through all the motions of a sneeze without the actual sneezing part. It sounds just like a stiffened sigh, or even a cough, and it leaves the person absolutely confused. Bonus points if the sound of the sneeze is still there, too! To the point it just sounds like “aUh-hheuh-!!” Or “ehh’Hhuw..!”
Still comes with runny nose and everything, it’s just that the actual substance of the sneeze was lost out of complete desperation, leaving them unsatisfied (and possibly still needing to sneeze).
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He’d been tied to the bed for so long.
“Out the window, pup.” I growled. “Don’t mess up my house.” Gave him a smack on the ass for good measure.
“Give him some credit,” she said, slipping up behind me, hugging me from behind and kissing my shoulders. “He held back all this time, just like we told him to. Isn’t that right, boy?”
He just nodded, still sniffing at the pollinated air outside our window, waiting for the terrible urge to catch, and…
“Our boy looks so pretty like this, doesn’t he?” She asked, and we both drank in the sight of him, greedy. There was magic woven into those undergarments, something to take away some of the force that he was even now trying to awaken in his lungs, his nose. Not nearly enough that he could sneeze safely inside, probably no magic strong enough for that. But enough so he could sneeze out the window without blowing away any of the other houses. Anybody walking by, well… maybe they wouldn’t be so lucky.
There was also a different kind of magic in how he looked in that underwear, tits and ass out on display. The way, even now, he wanted us to look as all the sneezes we’d made him hold back—that he’d begged us to make him hold back, half-kink sex, half-nasal training, all-how as fuck—scratched and tickled at him, ready for release. He was beautiful: his back arched, head tilted to the size, big nostrils starting to get pink and active.
He hadn’t done perfect—one abortive half-stifle when she couldn’t get to his nose quick enough had left my bedside dresser in disarray—but with all he made from generating wind power, he’d replace it. Hell, he could replace this whole house if he had to. What he couldn’t replace was us, the only people he’d ever inexplicably listened to when we told his nose to calm down. He said he wished he could take us everywhere he went, maybe then his insurance rates wouldn’t be so damned high.
“Heh!” One gasp stirred us from our reverie,
“Show’s starting,” she said, lounging back on our bed and letting her hands drift down her belly. Well. He wasn’t the only one who’d been good all day, who deserved a reward.
“Just watch him,” I said, before sliding her hand back up right before it reached her clit, replacing it with my tongue, teasing, licking around, exploring everywhere but where she wanted most… but I still had time.
“Hh-HEEH! Gonna…” he moaned, and I could only imagine how the arch of his back deepened, how his head went back, how the curtains would be fluttering. I could feel myself getting more and more aroused as I felt the wind on my back.
“Steady.” She called out, though whether it was to me or him, I wasn’t sure. Regardless, I upped my efforts.
“Heeeehhhhhh… huuuuuUUUUuuhhhhh… heehhh… hh-hhhuhh… hehhh?? HUUHHHH… oh… oh no…” he warned as best he could, between his huffing and puffing. He really was gonna blow. Thank goodness for the magic in those clothes, or the homes outside our window would have been in for a nasty shock.
She was grabbing at my head now, the threat of his oncoming sneeze and my experienced tongue doing her in faster than even she’d expected. “Mhm, yes that’s it, yes, yes that’s it… oohhhh… make it a big one…” praise dripped from her lips, now for him, now for me. I was going to need someone to take care of me when this was over,
“HhhUUUUUHHHhhh… c-coming… HHUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHhhh… b-bbig! HEEEEEEEEUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…”
He warned, and her hips were pumping and jerking now, and I kept going until almost at once…
“I’M GONNA…!”
“HHHHHHHhhhhhIIiiiiIIII… ‘m G-GUUHHHHHHHH… guhhhhhh-naaahhHHHHHHHH… HAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH… HHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH…”
Where we expected dual climaxes we got three, as I clenched untouched just as…
“HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSCCCCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” He roared.
It was all hazy but somehow we all ended up on the bed, panting and grinning and bodies so close and warm. One of us, or both? had gotten a hand on him as soon as he’d come over begging. There was a mouth in his nipple and a hand on his dick and so soon he was tumbling over to join us in post-orgasmic bliss.
We laid there for a while, until.
“So, uh… we owe your neighbors some repairs…”
All we could do was laugh, and lean into each other more. Maybe it was time for a country home for these escapades. But for the moment, it was mostly time for sleep.
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