Affocream isn't a bad ship..
First ticklefic! I won't be doing these often cause they take forever to write, but I won't mind ideas. They aren't guaranteed, but I would like to hear what you have In mind!
Affogato cookie has a terrible sweet tooth.
One which he will deny till he dies.
He claims it's the effect of living in such a bitter cold kingdom or the ice cream in him is aching for some sweetness. But whatever it may be, his boyfriend had to deal with it.
Clotted Cream never minded giving his love some sweets every once in a while. He'd asked the chefs to make him some pastries or go down to the bakery to get Affogato something tasty every once in a while. But the way Affogato was addicted to these soft baked treats was concerning, to say the least.
Clotted would find Affogato sneaking into the kitchen to ask the chefs himself to make him something sugary, he'd find him stuffing himself with as many sweets as he can, (which would be the reason why Clotted would hand feed him most of the time to watch his pace), he'd even find him snacking on some leftover sweets in areas where eating was a questionable idea. And boy was that the worse of it all.
The number of times Clotted had to keep sweet treats hidden from his love was, to say the very least, a worryingly large amount due to Affogato always finding a way to get his beautifully done hands on them.
No matter how much Clotted pleaded with him to slow down while eating or to stop eating them because he already had more than enough, Affogato would do the exact opposite. His new excuse would be
"You hide them from me anyway! I can barely munch on these like I used to!"
"There's a reason for that! You can't have to much of these sweets, you'll get sick."
"And! If so? I don't mind! I just want another!"
Was he stubborn? Yes, but Clotted would never truly get upset with him. He understands Affogato doesn't have the availability to eat the sweets that he pleases at home, but he does wish that the snacking would stop.
Cause sneaking in Swiss rolls at night while he was sleeping was absurd.
Clotted, who was sound asleep, woke up to the disturbing sound of shuffling and a wrapper opening. The young council sighed his eyes awake, turning his head to see only the back body figure of his boyfriend, and taking a huge guess, was stuffing a meals worth of sweets into his mouth.
He sighed, lifting his lower back so his belts can sneak it's way to Affogato. Wrapping themselves around the addict, Affogato shot up, before immediately being put down and his arms restrained above his head.
"Ugh!!" He yelled, mostly in shock. "Clotted! Oh! Wake up darling would you? I think your dreaming, and frankly, I'm flattered but-"
"Oh! Your awake! Well if you don't mind-"
"What are you doing at 2 something in the morning?"
He felt the Advisor stiffen a bit, it was subtle but not unnoticed. "I'm technically caffeine-infused, Clotted. I stay up all the time! You know this already!" Oh he knew, but that wasn't the answer he was looking for. He made his way to sit on top of the ice-cream coffee cookie.
"Why must you ask questions that-" Clotted, not wanting to hear any more excuses, gave his boyfriend a warning squeeze to the hip.
The action caused the addict to scream in terror.
"C-Clotted.. Darling! I-"
"I'm going to ask you once more Affogato" He moved aside some of the fancy cookie's sleeping gown, having his bare fingers touch the rough skin of the Cacoian below him. "What are you doing, at 2 something in the morning?"
The Advisor's eyes were stuck on the young Consul's hand. Unable to look elsewhere not even to the "tormentors" face to answer. He knew what was going to happen to him, and frankly, he was terrified. But deep down? He thinks he'll like it.
"Affogato... it isn't wise to ignore" his hand gave another squeeze.
"C-CLOTTEhehed I- I wahahas-"
"Gihi-gihive me a chahahHAhaHA-"
The most he was doing was quick yet tender scrunches, quickly scratching his fingers across his lover's sides and ribs. He didn't understand why Affogato was already laughing...
"Why are you laughing already? Hm?" He questioned as he spidered his way up the addict's ribs, digging back down, then again going back to the small scrunches he was doing before. "I'm barely touching you..."
"NO-OHOHHAH PLeheheHse! CuhuhUHUHAHA"
"Cuh? What's cuh? Sweetheart?"
"SHuhuh- Comhm ohohon Dahahar-" a swift pinch to the thighs. "stOAHAHAH CLOTTED! CLOHOHohohotted plehe-hehase!!"
Clotted took note of Affogato's reactions. Well, let's be honest, he always did. Every time they were in this.. predicament... Clotted would always take notes on Affogato's reactions. Whether it'd be the way he squealed when he kissed his neck.
"CLOTT- EDDDDD Gehehet awahaAHAHA"
The way he kicked out when his knees were pinched, and my, no one would like to be at the end of that.
The way he snorts when you tease him verbally or at a certain spot long enough.
"My you're rather sensitive this Morning yeah?"
"SHUHUHSH SHUHUHSH" *Snort* "ILL TEHELL ILL TEHEHLL"
"I'm just getting very simple spots yet you are just snorting your pretty little head off aren't you?"
*snort* "STAH-AP" *snort* "STAHAHAHA ILL TEHELL"
"Why are you trying to hide your face? Is it really bad when I get just above your waist? Is it?-"
"Come Is it love? Is it that bad? You're hiding your face again! Can't I see that lovely face of yours?"
"CLOHOHOHTHEEHED! I GIHIHIHIHVE! I- I CA-CAN'T "
One of his favorites, was when Affogato would shoot up and either try to scoot back or loosen the bound he was under.
"Oh-h why are we up all of a sudden?"
"Oh, are you asking me to get your neck again?"
"You could've just asked! We gotta work on your manners don't we?"
"SHUHU IT WAHAHAS-" He strikes his thighs once more "HOLY WITCHES FUHAHAHA"
After a while, Clotted completely forgot why he was tickling Affogato in the first place. With the many jerks, rebounding his belts to keep Affogato in place, and extremely loud laughter (and snorts), the reason for torment completely passed his mind.
"SWI-" He let out his 5th wheeze "SWISS ROLLS"
"Hm?" The tormenter looked up at his lover's new position, no longer laying on his back on the bed but instead laying against the consul himself facing a mirror that happened to be across the room. For the consul, it was a great view of him, getting to see all the faces the addict makes, how flushed he looked, oh, and how his tears now stained his cheeks (thank the witches he didn't have his makeup on).
But for Affogato? God, it was hell! He didn't need to see how embarrassing he looked. The worst part of it all was he couldn't hide his face!
"FUAUAUAAHAH SWISH ROLLS I WAS EAHAHTING SWISS R-rohoh"
Clotted eased his attack on the poor Advisor, letting his belts slip off and Affogato ease back. He took a second to admire his work.
"Mhmhm you make staying up worth it" he laughed giving him a fat kiss on the cheek that Affogato still flinched too. "Swiss rolls this early? Affogato we're gonna have to put a limit on how much sweets you eat."
"Yeahah yeahah whatever!" He swatted, completely exhausted.
"Oh? With that attitude maybe I should've gotten your stomach!"
"NO- uh- I- I mean, let's cuddle instead!" Affogato tried to play off, getting comfortable in his lover's arms. "But I thought you caffeine infused? Wouldn't you want to spend the rest of the night-"
"Clotted Darling! Shut up and wrap your arms around me."
