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If you feel like doing another prompt… Making a Scene and Obnoxiously Noisy for Steve?? You just write his huge sneezes so well!

I *absolutely* feel like doing this prompt!! 😍 Here is 2.5k of mutual fetish AU S/teve teasing the fuck out of E/ddie at an art gallery with his tickly nose and massive sneezes <3

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Content:

M/M, established relationship, both S/teve and E/ddie have the fetish, sneezing from unknown irritant, photic sneezes, extremely loud sneezes, spray, build-ups, shameless sneezing, announcing sneezes, exhibitionism/voyeurism, embarrassment, public arousal, teasing, public masturbation, S/teve makes a total spectacle of himself

CW: E/ddie experiencing a little fetish related shame, S/teve absolutely caught him off guard but they're both menaces so yeah

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NSFW, minors please DNI!

To say Eddie was distracted was an understatement. It was kind of a shame, because the art exhibit Robin had dragged them to was fairly interesting, in the poke-fun-at-all-the-‘art’-that-is-actually-a-pile-of-random-junk kind of way. This wasn’t Robin’s usual style at all, and he highly suspected (nah, scratch that, knew) that it had something to do with the quirky babe that met them at the doors and pulled Robin into a fierce hug.

Any fun-poking would need to be a covert exchange between Steve and himself. Some of these works were just begging for a snarky back and forth, but unfortunately, Steve was currently…preoccupied. Eddie tried not to stare too hard at his boyfriend as he sniffled, nostrils arching in irritation.

That morning as Eddie had been brushing his teeth in Robin’s bathroom, he nearly choked on his toothpaste as Steve, somewhere downstairs, practically roared out the most amazing sneeze. He nearly choked on a mouthful of frothy saliva and spat it out at once, gripping the counter and waiting with bated breath for a repeat performance. When it came, his knees felt weak.

“HUHHH’RESHHHHHOOOOHHH!!!”

He closed his eyes, letting the echoing sound of it burrow into his mind, where it played on loop as he continued to get ready for the day. He managed to avoid the temptation to jerk off, which took no small amount of effort on his part. His stubborn cock was begging to be touched, but since he was already significantly more behind than Robin and Steve, he strangled it into submission by thinking about calculus papers and natural disasters.

Steve was sat at the kitchen table, finishing a piece of toast. When Eddie ascertained that Robin was nowhere in sight he took no time in sidling up to his boyfriend.

“Bless you, honey,” he muttered, kissing Steve on the cheek and pulling him into a clingy hug, desperate to be touching him.

“You heard me, huh?” Steve said, and Eddie could hear the smile in his voice even as he nuzzled his face into Steve’s neck and breathed in his scent.

“You know I did.” Eddie pulled back and uttered in a gravelly voice, totally undermining his earlier attempts at keeping his arousal under control. “I bet the neighbour’s neighbours heard you, big boy.”

Steve laughed and blushed in such a pretty way that Eddie had been ready to plow him on top of the table when a frazzled Robin emerged and informed them they had 5 minutes to get to the car. Eddie pulled his boner up and tucked it under his belt, accepting his blue-balled fate until he could get Steve alone, potentially by evening. Easy enough.

Or, it should have been easy enough, had Steve stopped at those two sneezes. But no, the bastard had to sneeze at the sun the way he sometimes did when it was really bright outside:

“RRRISSSCHHHH’IEWWWW!!!”

Eddie’s miserable, constrained dick throbbed. He climbed reluctantly into the seat behind Robin on the passenger side, Steve driving and Robin giving directions. Loathe as he was to be condemned to the back seat, it was probably for the best that he just gaze out of the window and think about anything but Steve at the present moment anyway.

It wouldn’t matter how good of a job he’d done letting his mind wander to the latest D&D campaign he’d been planning, because Steve would sneeze all over again, breath hitching loudly enough that Eddie looked over in time to see him douse the steering wheel in a huge cloud of spray.

“HAAHHH’GGGITTSCHHHHH’IEWWW!!!”

Eddie sat on his hands, biting his lip hard enough to hurt. Steve was killing him. That sneeze had been incredible; so fucking loud, so wet and desperate. And the way his boyfriend sprayed the wheel in his hands hard enough to leave visible, glistening drops of moisture, the rest of the cloud glittering in the sun…it was so erotic Eddie’s stomach felt weak.

Robin was predictably ribbing Steve and rolling down her window in semi-mock disgust, and normally Steve would be more apologetic, but today he merely shook his head and uttered a relieved ‘Whew!’ in response. He and Robin were saying something and the pair of them burst into laughter, but Eddie couldn’t follow. All he could seem to focus on now was the overwhelming need to empty his balls as soon as he possibly could. When Steve looked over his shoulder at him and winked, so quickly that Eddie might have missed it was he not boring a proverbial hole into the back of his boyfriend’s head with his staring, he wanted to scream.

It seemed like Steve was going to sneeze again when they got out of the car at the gallery. Hands on hips, he peered up into the sun, face falling as a tickle started to build and tease. Eddie was helpless to look away, watching as Steve started to take in a series of huge breaths, broad chest expanding as he panted his way towards relief. It only lasted about five seconds but felt like ten minutes.

When Steve did sneeze, bending nearly in half with the force of it as he aimed it towards the ground, Eddie was convinced he was going to orgasm right there in the middle of the car park, right in front of Robin.

“HHHHRR’RRRUSHHHHHH’OOOOHHhh!!!”

Miraculously, he did not cum - even as he watched Steve’s sneeze splatter the tarmac; even as Steve sighed in relief and wiped his nose and mouth on the back of one hand.

“God, dingus, you good??” Robin asked, mercifully unaware of Eddie’s dry-mouthed gawking.

“Yeah, shit, sorry. I’m fine.” Steve responded, shaking his head a little like a bewildered Golden Retriever might. As Robin walked away, he turned to look at Eddie, a grin splitting his face – and then the bastard winked again. He tipped his head in the direction of the gallery, a gesture for Eddie to hurry up, then turned heel and made his way towards the building.

Eddie took a moment to compose himself, unsuccessfully, then followed. Steve didn’t often sneeze like this, not unless he was coming down with something, but he seemed perfectly healthy. He hadn’t been exposed to anything he was allergic to as far as Eddie was aware. Either way, he was clearly enjoying teasing the ever-living shit out of him, and even though it was driving him insane, Eddie begrudgingly admitted he was enjoying it too. No matter. He could take a little teasing, and more importantly, he could dish it back out ten-fold, preferably at some later date when Steve least expected it. He buried the thought as Robin introduced him to her artsy friend, and the four made their way inside.

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Steve was fine for around ten minutes before Eddie started to notice the way he would reach up to scrub at his nose. Eddie had already downed a flute of complimentary champagne and wanted to go and find more, but he also didn’t want to miss the inevitable explosion. No doubt he’d hear it no matter what part of the building he was in, he thought, and then dug his nails into his palms as punishment for turning himself on even more.

Robin had wandered off with her friend, leaving Steve and Eddie to wander aimlessly themselves amongst the piles of reassembled clothing. The clothes were of no consequence to either of them, however; they could have been on motherfucking Mars for all the difference it made. Steve was utterly distracted by his need to sneeze, and Eddie was utterly distracted by Steve.

“Are you doing okay, man?” Eddie eventually asked, more out of a need to dispel his pent-up giddiness than anything else.

“Mm.” Steve muttered, then sniffled and flared his nostrils. He smirked as Eddie’s eyes followed the motions. “Fine, fine. Just need to sneeze again.”

“Fuck. Fuck you.”

Eddie grabbed another flute from the tray of a disgruntled looking staff member and opened his throat to down it all in one go. Steve laughed, and Eddie flipped him off with both hands.

A couple of minutes later, as Eddie was squinting judgmentally at what appeared to be an exploded suitcase, he felt Steve reach out and touch his arm. Any arousal he’d managed to curtail with boring modern art surged back in an instant, the look of sheer pre-sneeze desperation plastered across Steve’s face sending his heart rate skyrocketing.

“Eddie-! I’m gonna-!”

“I know, I know, fuck. Let’s get you outside.”

Eddie grabbed Steve by the wrist and started to drag them towards the exit. When he was met with resistance, he turned around in utter confusion. Steve hated making a scene when he sneezed, which was practically every time other people were around. Usually, he would have already been semi-sprinting outside himself. When Eddie locked eyes with him, however, he saw, even as Steve’s eyelids struggled to stay open, that his boyfriend’s eyes were twinkling with naked amusement.

What the fuck has gotten into him today, Eddie’s brain managed to think amidst the roaring arousal and budding anxiety. If Steve wanted to sneeze himself silly indoors, in front of all these people, then he could go ahead; Eddie certainly wouldn’t object to him putting on a show. He was painfully aware, however, of the fact that if everyone was looking in the direction of Steve, no doubt everyone would also be able to see him – red in the face, breathing already laboured like some caricature of a dirty old man. Fuck.

“Steve, I really think we should get you outside.” He tried again, his voice sounding embarrassingly high-pitched and hysterical.

It made no difference. Even if Steve had suddenly come to his senses and agreed with him, he couldn’t have moved if he tried, now firmly in the throes of a gasping build-up.

“HUH-HH!! HUH! HAHHDT-!!”

Eddie’s cock throbbed with each gasp, obscenely loud, audible enough that a few bystanders had already turned to look in search of the source. Eddie’s nails dug into his palms even harder as he watched on. He couldn’t look away, couldn’t do anything but wait for the inevitable. He jumped as Steve suddenly grabbed him by the bicep, clinging to him as he continued to surrender to the tickle. Bastard! Fucking asshole, making it impossible for Eddie to stay out of the spectacle. His face burned as more people turned around and stared straight at the pair of them. It was embarrassing as hell, but it was also turning him on to no end. Excitement and shamelessness warred with a smattering of self-loathing inside of him.

At last, Steve sucked in one huge gasp, chest expanded to capacity (stretching the stupidly preppy, tight little t-shirt Eddie pretended to hate). He paused for a moment, a perfectly desperate pre-sneeze expression twisting his features. He looked beatific, Eddie thought; a picture of total surrender, absolutely gorgeous. He forgot where they were for a brief moment as he stared and stared at his boyfriend – and then Steve sneezed.

“HAAAHHH’RESSSHHHH’IEWWWW!!!”

The first sneeze shot out of him, pitching him forward violently and causing Eddie to scramble to support him. The high ceilings and cavernous layout of the building amplified the sound - already impressive under normal circumstances - to practically ear-splitting. Eddie actually heard some people yelping in surprise, heard the sound of metal clattering to the ground as if someone had dropped something. Steve reared his head back.

“AEEEGK’TISHHHHHH’IEWWW!!!”

The second sneeze jostled them both, and Eddie watched through unblinking eyes as the colossal cloud of spray it produced drifted to the floor, joining the splatters of its predecessor. He shivered, feeling almost feverish as Steve drew back to wind up for another monster, nostrils flared to capacity and mouth gaping wide.

“HUHHHH’RUSSSSSHHHHHH’AHHH!!!”

The third sneeze was somehow louder, wetter than the previous two; Steve practically bellowed it out, another dense cloud of spray gracing the air. Eddie sensed eyes upon them, so many eyes, but he didn’t have it in him to look away from Steve; he was just as entranced as they were.

Steve wound back again, looking agonised and orgasmic all at once, and Eddie knew this next sneeze – and god, let it be the last because otherwise he was going to die and/or cum in the middle of this stupid fucking gallery – would be the biggest yet. Steve gasped, squeezing Eddie’s bicep like a lifeline, and sneezed as hard as Eddie had ever seen him do.

“HHHUHHHH’RUSSSSHHHHHHH’OOOOHHhh!!!”

Another fucking stunner. Eddie’s entire body felt electric. He felt like jello, like he’d already cum and was basking in afterglow. Somehow, he had managed to keep it together. His grip on Steve was firm, steadying him as he panted in the aftermath of what Eddie was sure had to have been some of sexiest sneezes to have ever graced the planet.

The echo of the final eruption faded, and left in its wake a silence that was somehow even more jarring than the cacophony of sneezes. Eddie peeled his eyes away from Steve’s flushed face, peering round the room and noting that everyone – every single fucking person in sight – was staring. One woman clutched a hand to her chest as if moments away from a heart attack; another man’s mouth was actually hanging open in shock.

Steve cleared his throat and coughed gently, completely involuntarily. Eddie’s eyes swiveled back to him in concern, but before he could get a word out, the room erupted into laughter and murmurs alike, as if Steve had broken the spell of silence just as easily as he’d cast it. A man walked up to them and clapped Steve on the back good-naturedly; a couple of people shouted blessings across the room; Eddie caught snippets of conversations, things like ‘…poor thing!....must be exhausted…biggest sneezes I’ve ever…’.

He watched in disbelief as Steve boyishly ran a finger under his nose, smiling and joking with the man and a little crowd of onlookers. He could scarcely fucking believe it, but somehow the immense charisma of his boyfriend had effectively endeared these people to him even after blowing their eardrums out. He was so in shock with the turn of events that when Steve turned to him and murmured a playful “Bless me”, he nearly lost it.

“Bathroom,” he muttered before practically sprinting to the men’s room, almost deflating in relief when he saw it was unoccupied. He locked himself in one of the stalls, pulled his painfully hard, dripping cock out of his pants and started a no-nonsense rhythm on himself. He could practically taste his orgasm, body going rigid and knees shaking. He sat down on the closed lid of the toilet, unsure whether he’d be able to stop himself from sliding to the ground when he did cum.

Suddenly, a muffled fifth sneeze from Steve echoed out, audible all the way from the other side of the gallery in its booming intensity. If that hadn’t been enough to send Eddie hurtling over the edge, it was the following laughter and blessings directed at his boyfriend that pushed his orgasm from fantastic to mind-blowing. He yelped, cumming hard in long streaks all over the linoleum floor, mewling and twitching as he rode it out to completion.

As he sat there in the aftermath, sweat dripping down his back and gluing his t-shirt to his heaving chest, Eddie was already beginning to formulate a plan to pay Steve back in earnest. He peered absentmindedly at the mess he’d made and smiled.

#I keep coming back to this and rereading it #god a big loud helplessly huge sneeze is just #one of the best things #I love big sneezes so much #I need to write a big man sneeze soon siiiiiiiiiiigh #ste/ve’s roars are so sexy I am with e/die like whew how #and there really are people who sneeze this massively #echoing through walls and stuff #anyway I am obsessed with this fic.

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