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Hua Cheng welcomes Xie Lian into his home so sincerely that Xie Lian can't help but believe him. This is nice, because Xie Lian loves to be where Hua Cheng is. He immediately starts living up to his own threats and stopping in at Hua Cheng's between driving shifts, or spending his day off over until he has to go home to shower. There's a little voice encouraging him to just shift things over to Hua Cheng's so he doesn't have to go home at all. (The little voice is echoed by Hua Cheng himself, which doesn't help at all.)
Now that Hua Cheng knows that they know each other from the online kink community, he's much more relaxed about sneezing around Xie Lian. Which means that Xie Lian gets to see him sneezing all the time. Everything that didn't make it into recordings; the sputtered sneezes while trying to wash up, the clatter and grunt of a stifled sneeze while cooking, the sniffling and sniffling while hurrying to find a tissue followed by a desperate wet nose blow. And, of course, everything that did get recorded; brief sneezing fits that are laughed off with annoyance, and full on allergy attacks that render Hua Cheng a red faced, teary eyed and runny nosed wreck.
Xie Lian didn't know it was possible to be this turned on so much of the time. It's always been a private, almost regimented thing for him, pleasure. Getting online only when he had both free time and time to himself. Now it's like being on a roller coaster of arousal almost all the time.
Hua Cheng is streaming today. Xie Lian has his (new! Hua Cheng surprised him) laptop open to watch it from the viewer's perspective, but he's spending more time watching the real Hua Cheng around the screens over the back of the couch.
The allergies have been bad today ever since Hua Cheng thought he could handle taking Xie Lian out to the cafe downtown with balcony seating that morning. Xie Lian can safely say that outdoor dates in May are perhaps inadvisable. Now Hua Cheng is in sweatpants and a graphic tank of some sort, tissues scattered around his desk and trash basket overflowing. The contrast between his flushed face and dripping nose, hair messily scraped back and contacts swapped for glasses, and the crisp perfection of his v-tuber avatar with its two dark eyes and perfect swishy ponytail is stark; it's mesmerizing to Xie Lian. He likes getting to see both.
He likes that when Hua Cheng growls and goes mute on the stream, Xie Lian gets to hear him sneezing and sneezing while the chat debates whether that little movement of the avatar even was a sneeze.
However, after an hour of this, Xie Lian is so turned on it feels like he'll die if he doesn't get more soon. He finally gives in to temptation and runs a fingertip down his fly to his clit, a bright hot pulse of pleasure that makes him shiver when he finds it. Once he's started it's hard to stop. Xie Lian watches the fast motions on screen of Hua Cheng drawing and pets his finger back and forth over his clit, pushing his hips up into it as pressure grows between his legs.
"hih-- uHh-- ihH--" Hua Cheng starts. Xie Lian pricks up his ears and leans back over the couch arm to catch sight of Hua Cheng still holding up his tablet pen, wavering, until he snaps slightly to the side and sneezes three times in an irritated, tickly-sounding rush. "hiH-IXKTSCH-! hah'IYSHHh--iuhh, hih! ISXCHHh!!"
He sniffs and goes back to the drawing. On a delay, the cursor on the screen stops moving, and the model turns its head to the side and bounces just a little.
bless u bless u bless u!
+3
The chat fills up with messages once again.
He's not done, Xie Lian thinks to himself, but won't post. He watches Hua Cheng move his pen over the tablet, press a clatter of keys, blink and hitch, move the pen again, hitch more--
"hih-uh- hih-hih-hiHH--- ugh-- hAH'EHSSCHHhiew!! ah-- ha-ahhh--" He tries to put his pen back to the screen and scrunches his face up into an effortful half stifled "hH'NKTXxCHHhuhh!!" to avoid spraying his screen.
Xie Lian drops his whole hand to his crotch to grind up against the heel of his thumb, clenching. Ohhh, fuck.
Was that a sneeze?
definitely
I don't know, it could have been?
was that one or two?
Gesundheit!
"bless you," Xie Lian types in with a shaky one-handed hunt and peck. He squirms his hips up into his hand, restless and needy. It feels so good.
"Thanks, gege," Hua Cheng says a moment later. Xie Lian knows it will echo in the stream after a few seconds. His is the only blessing Hua Cheng will ever respond to with anything other than, "You know that's useless, right? I'm just gonna-- keep--"
He mutes the mic again and this time turns fully away from his computer to wind up and rock forward with harsh, uncovered sneezes in Xie Lian's full view.
"ah- aH- AHh-- huh! aH'eISSHHhhiuu!! haAA'ISZZCHHIIeww!! hrH'EdTCHHhhh!! hH'EITDCHHhh!! ah, fuck-- ih, hih, iiiH-! hAH'EITDSSCHHHhh'uhh! oh my god. hAh'EISXCHH-! hUHISSXCHH! ah! haAH! hah'EISXCHH-EH'ISXHH-eH'ISXCHh-eHISSCH-E'IISSXXCHHh!!!"
Xie Lian groans and presses up hard into his hand, throbbing. Hua Cheng looks up at him, panting, with a thin line of clear mucus running all the way down to his chin, and grins when he sees what Xie Lian is up to.
"sndf, SNFf! Gege, snf-snf-sNnkk!! Mmn, having a nice, sNDf! time?" he teases, reaching for tissues.
"San Laaaaaang," Xie Lian protests. "I can't help it, you've been-- for so long!"
"Mmmn, snF! Gege, let me help," Hua Cheng says, still sniffling into the tissue as he wipes his nose. "I can cancel the stream," he offers.
"No, no, San Lang is busy! I can-- I can stop," Xie Lian says, pulling his hand away. He can't stop his hips from raising up to chase the receding pressure, though, thighs trembling.
Hua Cheng pouts and finally blows his nose properly, making a face into the tissue and grabbing another immediately. Xie Lian imagines what would have happened if he'd let Hua Cheng quit the stream-- if he'd have come over and straddled Xie Lian, sitting on his hips, and leaned down to muffle the next sneeze directly into Xie Lian's neck, helplessly jetting his full, runny nose all over both of them... Xie Lian makes himself stop imagining, breath catching and hips twitching again.
"Well, gege doesn't have to stop," Hua Cheng says. "I have at least another hour on schedule."
Xie Lian groans, caught. He rubs over the root of his clit over the pubic bone and bites his lip. Hua Cheng gives him a lingering, hungry look and goes back to his screens. A moment later the lines start appearing on the stream as well.
Hua Cheng says a few things to his audience, takes questions with derision, has Yin Yu warn someone for making fun of another user. Xie Lian relaxes a little.
Until the next time Hua Cheng is sneezing, putting the mic on mute again to hitch and hitch and hitch, breathy and showy-- Xie Lian strains around to see him and it looks like an erotic video, eyebrows pulled up tight and pained, one eye squinched closed and nose twitching. Xie Lian looks down to see the v-tuber beginning to imitate it, expressions flattened and understated but still so clearly pre-sneeze that Xie Lian feels hot all over. He slams the heel of his hand back down into his clit and grinds up desperately.
"ahh, aahh, hi-ihh-- ih! ih! iiESSXCHHhiew!! haH'yESSCHHHhiieww!!" Hua Cheng is sneezing with showy emphasis now, not trying to minimize it for the stream. Xie Lian shakes and rubs harder into his clit. The seam of his jeans flicks back and forth over it in shocks of pleasure that make him pant and squirm. He clenches around nothing again and again each time Hua Cheng sneezes.
ok well that was DEFINITELY a sneeze
sneeze counter: 36 confirmed, 52 suspected
"Oh my god shut up!! You don't have to do this eve-ry-- tiaiihh--" Hua Cheng reprimands the chat, uselessly as always, before he ducks away to sneeze again, a fitful little triple that the chat thinks is one sneeze.
It takes a while, like this (with his hands, that is; with a vibrator, it would have been long over by now). Hua Cheng draws a little, sniffs and rubs his nose and draws more, hovers on the edge of sneezing and then gives in, over and over. He's getting attention in the chat over it, worried and sympathetic messages that Hua Cheng waves off or ignores, checking on Xie Lian every now and then like he's making sure he still has Xie Lian's attention. Xie Lian lets himself throw his head back onto the couch arm and arch up into his hand to reassure him. Ohhhh, he can taste the promise of the orgasm throbbing deep between his legs. He unbuttons his jeans and flirts his fingers over the hypersensitive head of his hard clit, catching the shaft between middle and fourth fingers and sliding the hood up over the head and back with pops of sensation. Everything is so wet he doesn't even have to spread it around, he's already soaking sticky-slick.
Hua Cheng pauses drawing again for a huffing, in-and-out hitching build up like he's trying to sneeze but it just won't come over him. He whines off-mic and tilts his chair to be visible to Xie Lian and not the camera as he rubs his poor abused nose wetly up and down between thumb and forefinger much the same way Xie Lian is pinching his clit. The thought sends a bolt down through Xie Lian's clit and thighs. A muscle in the back of one leg has begun to jitter from how long he's been holding it tight.
"San Lang," Xie Lian sobs, and pulls his pants back into place to grind into his hand again, the diffuse hard pressure and tension climbing him closer and closer.
"Ahhh, it's so itchy and tickly, gege, I'm dying," Hua Cheng complains. "Are you sure I can't take off the stream? I can't stop-- I can't stop-- ehHh-! sn-EHH! I cand't stdop-- eh-h- ehh- hH- IHHH-- HAII'igTDCHHhhh'iiuuhh!! Ohhh. hih! eiUHH!! hEH!'EHH'tCHHHUUuu!!"
"Ah!" Xie Lian cries out, arching up higher and higher as he twists his hand into his clit through his pants. Hua Cheng is much too good at dirty talk, totally shameless if it means catering to Xie Lian's pleasure.
"ah, hah- ah- aH...! ha-ah-ah-ah-! hAESSxHhiiew!! haISSCHHhiew! hahIXSSCHhiiu!! Oh, I can't-- hAESSZCHHHiewwh!! I can't stop sneezing," Hua Cheng groans.
Xie Lian presses down harder, free hand crossing over to reinforce the pressure he's grinding against, and can feel himself throb as he begins to tip over.
"MmnNN, San Lang," he sobs.
"haAh'Ndt'ETXCHHhhiuu-- eH'tXCHhhiew-- ehH, hEH, EHHH-? HAH'ETCCHHHIIew--"
Xie Lian keens and trembles in a hard arch as his hole clenches down in a wave of ecstasy, hard pulses of pleasure kicking up through his gut and clit kicking against his hand.
"hAH'ESSZCHHhhhiewwh!!! hahh... sndf! snrrf-- augh," Hua Cheng groans, with full soggy Wu Ming theatrics. Xie Lian shivers and clenches again with aftershocks, twitching his hips into his hand to coax out the last of it.
"Was that good? Gege, did you just come, gege?" Hua Cheng says eagerly, sniffling again against the congestion blunting his consonants.
"Mmn, yes, San Lang, bless you," Xie Lian says, slumping back but not willing to take his hand away, still chasing the remnants of pleasure. He's going to need the vibrator to get another one, though, and he doesn't want to go get it. In fact, all he wants...
Xie Lian tears his hand away to roll off the couch and come around to Hua Cheng's streamer nook, the backdrop and threatening wall of screens framing him nicely. Xie Lian sinks to his knees outside of the camera frame (not that it would pick him up with the v-tuber going) and runs his hands up the soft fabric covering Hua Cheng's rangy thighs.
"O-oh," Hua Cheng says, and blows his nose hurriedly before he leans back over to be in the screen again and toggles his mic.
"We're going to have to end there, something's come up. No, it's not because of the allergies, shut up. Okay, bye everyone," he says, and shuts down the stream unceremoniously.
"San Lang," Xie Lian laughs, charmed. "It's a little bit because of the allergies, to be fair."
"Gege," Hua Cheng says, and blows his nose again, panting after. "Gege, don't tease me, that was so hot, I can't believe you came like that just from a few sneezes."
Xie Lian blushes furiously hot and yanks at Hua Cheng's sweatpants until he raises his hips to let them slide down to his knees. He parts Hua Cheng's thighs and spreads him open with his thumbs to press an open-mouthed kiss and suck to the fat little stand of Hua Cheng's already-hard cock, flattening his tongue down the underside into the folds of his pussy. Hua Cheng shrieks and his hips buck into Xie Lian's face.
Hua Cheng comes so quickly he doesn't even have time to sneeze again.
"What was that 'just from?'" Xie Lian asks smoothly, leaning back a little and licking his lips as he watches Hua Cheng's cock jump with aftershocks.
"Gege, mercy," Hua Cheng groans, "There is no 'just' about your mouth."
"Mmn, and San Lang's allergies are hardly 'just a few' sneezes," Xie Lian says, raising up on his knees, and Hua Cheng obediently leans down to kiss him, sharing the tart, musky taste of him between them.
"Mmn," Hua Cheng noises with dissatisfaction when he starts twitching his nose and pulling his lip against Xie Lian's mouth as though to confirm that statement. He holds out for a while, hitching sharply through his nose and scrunching it against Xie Lian's while his tongue slows to a curling stop in their kiss. Xie Lian pets it with his tongue and waits patiently until Hua Cheng can't hold it any longer, breaking from the kiss so last second he has to stifle "hNGKh'hhiiuhhh!" against Xie Lian's cheek before he can move aside to sneeze in one itchy "aXSCHhiew! eXSCHHiu! eHSCHhiew!" after another. Little wet bursts of spray sprinkle Xie Lian's neck, shoulder, and back and his clit instantly goes back to throbbing hard.
"Come on, San Lang, it's been three hours and you're not getting better. If you've canceled stream it's okay to take the sleepy meds, right?"
"Gege," Hua Cheng says in protest.
"I'll let you eat me out until they kick in," Xie Lian offers, an incredibly selfish way to sweeten the deal, and yet Hua Cheng perks up immediately like he's been offered his heart's desire. Xie Lian smiles at Hua Cheng unthinkingly as he helps Xie Lian up and shucks his pants so fast he practically trips over them. He loves this silly man so much.
See, by the time Hua Cheng is sleepy and the sneezing has quieted down, he'll be powerless to resist Xie Lian fucking him to enough orgasms that he may well pass out until dinner. And there's nothing Xie Lian likes better than getting to take care of Hua Cheng like that.