making out with them as the kiss gets more rough, more fast. tugging and pulling each other more and more even though there is barely any space left. panting in each other's mouth, as you grind on their kness, your movements getting ragged and unsteady as his hands grip your waist tightly.
"stay still other wise we might have a problem.
megumi, eren, gojo, jean, daisuke, geto, kageyama (i can also see a few book boyfriends doing it... maybe cardan, dante russo?? )
Fandom: Fugou Keiji Balance Unlimited
Characters: Daisuke Kambe | Haru Kato
Lee!Haru Ler!Daisuke
Summary: Haru is in a bad mood, and Daisuke wants to solve the problem. Guided by logic, statistics, and his artificial butler, he puts into practice an unconventional method to relieve his boyfriend's stress, with surprisingly effective results.
[Read also on Ao3]
(The art doesn´t belong to me, I found it on Pinterest)
Haru sank further into the sofa, crossing his arms and letting out a heavy sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the entire Modern Crimes Department. His feet were resting on Daisuke's lap, who was trying to read a report, but his boyfriend's grumpy expression caught his attention more than anything else in that document.
The apartment was silent, except for the TV which was showing some generic police show that Haru insisted on watching to relax, which, in Daisuke's opinion, made absolutely no sense.
Daisuke blinked, studying his face. "Haru? Your expression indicates 87% irritation and 13% tiredness" He said, with the naturalness of someone simply citing market data.
"Huh?" Haru turned his face away grumpily. "You don't need analysis and percentages to realize that, Daisuke. I'm just tired"
Daisuke hesitated. He wasn't good with this sort of thing. Emotional problems didn't come with an instruction manual. But, luckily, he had a butler who came. So, he discreetly touched the small device attached to his ear. "HEUSC, suggestions on how to help Haru relax?"
The answer came without delay, with the same impeccable politeness as always.
"Certainly, Mr. Daisuke. Based on behavioral research and common patterns of intimacy between couples, an effective suggestion would be to apply light tactile stimuli, known as tickling. It's a recreational activity, low-risk, and potentially beneficial for the partner's mood."
Daisuke blinked. Twice. "Tickles?"
"Exactly, Sir."
"Is that scientific?"
"There are several studies—"
"Okay, okay, enough. I don't want to hear academic papers about tickling"
But the idea lingered. He looked at Haru again. The messy hair, the furrowed brow, and that "I want to be left alone" posture, exactly the kind of posture that, in Daisuke's peculiar mind, seemed like an invitation for intervention. He noticed something else: Haru's feet were right there, conveniently exposed and comfortably resting in his lap.
Haru noticed his gaze and furrowed his brow further. "What? Why are you staring at me like that?"
"I'm mentally analyzing a possibility"
"That's never good..."
Without saying anything more, Daisuke put the report aside and, with the indecent calm of someone about to commit a crime, gently slid his finger along the sole of Haru's foot. And the result was immediate.
"H-Hey!" Haru almost kicked him, grabbing the cushion beside him. "What do you think you're doing?!"
"Testing a hypothesis," He replied, completely calm, while repeating the movement. "HEUSC said this might improve your mood"
"A-Are you following your robot butler's advice on how to deal with me?"
"He's a highly reliable system"
"Daisuke!"
Daisuke did it again, this time using more fingers, exploring the entire sole of his foot. Haru squirmed and bit his lip to keep from laughing, but failed miserably when a sound escaped. "Nghh! S-Stohohohohohop it!"
"Your resistance is admirable, Haru" Daisuke observed with a slight smile. "But statistically useless"
"I'm going to kill you...!" Haru tried to pull his legs back, but Daisuke held them gently, without hurting him, just enough to prevent his escape.
"Your expression has changed" He commented, satisfied. "You seem less tense"
"That's because you're torturing me, you lunatic millionaire!" Haru retorted, half laughing, half indignant.
Daisuke tilted his head. "Torturing? I'd say it's just an experimental therapeutic intervention"
"T-That's not therapy! It's-no, no! Not there! Hahahahahahahahaha!" A quick attack on his toes elicited a genuine laugh from Haru, loud, spontaneous, and completely involuntary. Daisuke watched him with an expression that was almost gentle, as if he were watching a rare sunset.
When Haru finally managed to pull his feet back, panting and flushed, he threw a pillow at Daisuke. "You... you're unbearable!"
"But your mood has improved" Daisuke observed. "HEUSC was right"
Haru covered his face with his hands, still smiling. "I can't believe I'm dating this"
Daisuke simply approached, leaning in to touch his shoulder. "Haru, if you're tired, I can spend the rest of the night taking care of you"
Haru looked away, still blushing. "Just don't try to tickle me again"
"No promises" Daisuke replied, with that provocative and unreadable smile.
Haru sighed, but this time, without any bad mood, hugging the pillow again as if it were an anti-Kambe shield.
Daisuke, for his part, seemed too thoughtful. Which was never a good sign.
Haru quickly noticed the analytical gaze fixed on him. "What is it now?" He asked, suspiciously. "Why are you looking at me like I'm an experiment?"
"Haru," Daisuke said calmly, crossing his hands in his lap. "The intervention's effectiveness exceeded expectations"
"Intervention... Daisuke, speak like a normal person, please"
"The tickling worked"
"I noticed!" Haru protested. "And it's not going to happen again. I'm not a laughter laboratory for you to test on"
Daisuke frowned slightly, as if he'd heard a challenge, not a refusal. "HEUSC," He called, this time without even trying to disguise it. "Are there other points on the human body with a high probability of generating similar reactions?"
"Certainly, Mr. Daisuke. Neck, armpits, ribs, stomach, waist, thighs, knees, tend to be especially sensitive—"
"Enough!" Haru interrupted, covering his ears. "Don't finish! Don't give him ideas, HEUSC!"
"As you wish, Sir Haru."
Daisuke touched his chin, clearly processing the information nonetheless.
Haru's eyes widened. "Daisuke... no"
"I'm just considering," He said with an almost offensive serenity. "the therapeutic potential"
"No...!"
"Haru, you smiled. That's important"
The silence that followed was short, broken by an almost imperceptible movement of Daisuke leaning to the side, bringing his hand closer to Haru's waist.
Haru's eyes widened. "D-Don't even think about it!" He said, trying to move away.
Daisuke not only thought it, but acted on it. With the precision of an expert, he leaned in and dragged two fingers along Haru's waist, pressing lightly, just a test, as he would say.
The result was instantaneous. Haru squirmed, trying to push the hand away while laughing involuntarily. "Hahahahahaha! No!"
Daisuke observed with satisfaction. "Interesting. Faster reaction than on the feet"
"This isn't a report, it's my body!"
Haru tried to stand up, but Daisuke followed him with devilish calm, sliding his hand to his ribs, another point on the list he clearly memorized.
"Hahahahahahahaha! Daisuke, please—!"
"The emotional response is quite intense" He commented, while Haru practically threw himself back on the sofa to escape. "I didn't imagine you were so sensitive"
"YOU ARE UNBEARABLE!"
Daisuke smiled, a rare, almost childlike smile, he couldn't deny he was enjoying teasing his boyfriend. "That's debatable"
He slid his hand down Haru's waist again, but Haru, desperate, grabbed his wrist, laughing, panting, red from his forehead to his neck. "Enough, enoughahahahaha! I give up!" Haru pleaded. "I'll fall off the couch if you keep going!"
Daisuke finally stopped, leaning back with an indecent elegance for someone who had just committed a tickle attack.
Haru leaned back on the couch, catching his breath, throwing the pillow over his face to hide his embarrassment. "I can't believe it" He muttered. "You actually heard the HEUSC!"
"It worked again" Daisuke said, satisfied. "The irritation rate on your face decreased by 63%"
Haru sighed loudly, pulling the pillow down just enough to look Daisuke in a death glare. "You're not going to repeat that!"
Daisuke raised an eyebrow. "Promising that would be... statistically improbable"
"DAISUKE!"
He smiled, that slight, small smile, almost impossible to see, but which always appeared only for Haru. "But, if you want, I can simply stay here, without any more tests"
Haru took a deep breath, finally letting out a tired smile. "That's fine"
Daisuke approached, putting his arm around Haru's shoulder. Haru leaned in, still suspicious, still alert.
"And... thank you.." Haru murmured, almost inaudibly.
Daisuke turned his face away. "No need to thank me"
"Yes, I need it. Because in your strange way you tried to help me"
Daisuke hesitated. "If it was useful, I can continue searching for effective methods"
Haru opened one eye alertly again. "Just avoid the 'effective methods' for today, okay?"
Daisuke gave a small nod. "That's all for today"
Haru narrowed her eyes. "I'm going to regret this, right?"
A/N: I did these two last year as well and once again I found the perfects setting for them, if I may say so. Number 15 - Guilty Pleasure - of @vqler's Tickletober prompt list of 2025 ft. Haru and Daisuke from Fugou Keiji Balance Unlimited.
Words: 1,951 words under the cut
The soft rustle of Egyptian cotton sheets stirred beneath him when Haru opened his eyes. He blinked against the golden haze of late morning light filtering through sheer, embroidered curtains. His limbs felt oddly heavy, warm, and sluggish, as though sleep still lingered in his muscles. When he tried to shift, he realized his arms wouldn’t move freely.
His brows furrowed as he tugged his wrists experimentally, only to hear the quiet clink of metal meeting wood. His hands were bound. Soft, expensive cuffs, no doubt - leather, from the feel of them - fastened to the headboard of the king-sized bed he was lying in. A hotel bed, judging by the lush surroundings and the faint hum of city life outside the window.
“What the-” Haru muttered, blinking faster now. “You’re finally awake.” The deep, velvety voice brought his head whipping to the side. There, sitting at the edge of the bed like he had all the time in the world, sat Daisuke Kambe.
His raven hair was neatly brushed behind his ears, suit immaculate even here, lounging at a luxury suite with a playful smirk tugging at his lips. Haru’s stomach twisted - not with fear, but with the kind of flutter that came from having no fucking idea what this man had planned.
“What the hell is this?” he snapped, jerking at the cuffs again. “Untie me Daisuke, right now!” “Mm, no,” the other replied casually, as if they were discussing coffee preferences. “You see Haru… there’s something I’ve always wanted to try on you.” Haru narrowed his eyes. “If this is some kind of joke-”
“It’s not a joke,” Daisuke interrupted smoothly, sliding a little closer on the bed, his gaze trailing down Haru’s still fully-clothed body. “It’s an indulgence. A fascination. Let’s call it a… ‘research experiment’ if that helps you relax.” “I’m not some rich-boy science doll!” “Oh, but you are, right now.”
Without warning, the ravenhead reached for his shirt and began to unbutton it. The fabric fell away slowly, one button at a time. Haru’s skin prickled in response to the exposure, the cool air contrasting with the lingering heat under the covers. “What are you doing?” Haru growled. Daisuke didn’t look up as his fingers worked.
“I’ve always had a bit of a… tickle kink. The sound of laughter, especially when it’s pulled from someone unwillingly - it’s fascinating. Irrational. Pure. And you, Haru, you’ve always been so… rigid. Defiant even. I couldn’t resist wondering how you’d react.” Haru scoffed, a flush creeping into his cheeks. “Y-You want to tickle me?! You’re crazy.”
“Possibly, but I’m very good at getting what I want.” By the time Daisuke finished, Haru’s shirt was completely open, draped back against the mattress to reveal his toned torso. Haru’s chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, not from fear, but from growing anticipation.
He should be resisting. He should be barking at Daisuke to untie him. Instead, he lay there, staring into those smug blue-grey eyes, half-furious, half-curious. What exactly had he gotten himself into? “Since you’re awake now, let’s get started.” Daisuke reached over to the nightstand, retrieving a small bottle of translucent golden oil. Haru’s heart skipped.
“D-Don’t you dare-” Too late - Cool oil drizzled onto his chest, a thin trail rolling down the line between his pectorals. Haru sucked in a breath, the sensation prickling at his nerves. Daisuke set the bottle down and began to rub it in - slowly and deliberately. His palms glided over Haru’s skin, making tight circles, smoothing over muscle and bone with expert precision.
Haru twitched and immediately let out a stifled laugh. “Oh, you’re already responsive,” Daisuke purred, thumbs pressing in under Haru’s ribs, sliding in slow friction that left the skin tingling. “Interesting…” “Y-You’re siHihick,” Haru grunted through gritted teeth, laughter bubbling in his throat. “Perhaps,” Daisuke whispered, “but I’m thorough.”
His hands slid downward, spreading the oil evenly, taking time to massage it into Haru’s stomach, up to his ribs, and just under his arms where the skin was terribly sensitive. The brunette jolted when his fingers slid into the hollows beneath his arms and a burst of genuine laughter tore free from his mouth. “AhHAha! D-DaHahisuke! Dammit!”
He pulled on his cuffs again. “Oh, I like that. Let’s see how far this goes.” Daisuke adjusted his position, straddling Haru’s thighs now, hands pressing firmly into his sides. He began to squeeze into them, alternating from quick jabs to slow, agonizing kneads. Haru’s body writhed beneath him, chest bouncing with breathy laughter. “Pffftft- FfuHuhuck oHooff!”
His fingers twitched in their restraints, but he didn’t fight as hard as he could have. In fact, Haru’s mind was racing with something else entirely: This is humiliating, but… it doesn’t feel bad. In fact… I kind of… like this? That internal admission was quickly muffled when Daisuke dipped a finger into the little hollow of his belly button, making him bark out a laugh.
“Nohoho! Daisuke! FuHUhuck, y-you jerk!” “Now, now,” Daisuke said, voice positively melting with amusement, “this is research. You're doing surprisingly well.” He then reached down and retrieved a delicate black feather from a small case. Haru’s eyes widened. “Oh no. No way!” Where did he even pull out those things?
The feather slid along his chest in slow, trailing patterns, one time even dangerously close to one of his nipples, earning a soft moan from him. Daisuke danced it along Haru’s ribs, up over his underarms, and back down to swirl around his belly button. Haru was fully breathless now, giggling helplessly, toes curling tight into the bed.
“Stohohop! You… You freHeak!” “You’re the one moaning like you’re enjoying this,” Daisuke teased, flicking the feather inside Haru’s navel with a devilish grin. “And this,” he murmured, leaning close to his face, “is only the beginning.” His eyes dropped briefly then, setting on Haru’s legs. There, framed by black slacks rumpled just below the knees, were his feet.
His socks were dark and slightly damp, clinging tightly to the shape of his soles. The way his toes curled suggested he was already bracing for what was coming. “Oh?” Daisuke’s eyes gleamed with delight. “What’s this? Getting nervous now?” He ran a finger along Haru’s socked arch and watched his entire body jolt.
“DoHohn’t!” Haru barked, voice suddenly laced with more panic. Daisuke only grinned wider. His eyes sparkled with barely restrained anticipation as he sat back on his heels, hovering just above Haru’s legs. His gloved fingertips ghosted along the bottom of one socked sole, light enough to make Haru’s ankle twitch involuntarily.
“You seemed pretty confident up until now,” Daisuke mused, a teasing lilt in his voice as he pressed his fingers more firmly into the arch of Haru’s foot, just enough to draw out a small gasp. “But this…? This tells me everything I need to know.” “S-ShuHut up,” Haru gritted, cheeks already flushed pink. “It’s just a reflex, okay? Don’t read into it.”
“Oh no,” Daisuke replied, giving a slow, dramatic shake of his head, “I’ve done a lot of reading. It’s no use to try to hide it… Well, let’s see how your body handles the next one.” His thumbs pressed into the balls of Haru’s feet, socked fabric giving way slightly beneath the gentle pressure.
He rubbed in slow, firm circles, not quite tickling yet, but enough to make the other squirm - hips shifting side to side on the mattress, arms straining ever so slightly in their cuffs. The movement wrinkled the socks across his feet, forming soft creases that Daisuke eyed with curiosity. He began tracing the edge of the sock seam with a single finger.
“You know,” he murmured, “I really like the way these feel. Slightly damp, clingy… It’s like they’re holding onto all that nervous energy for you.” He gave a few experimental strokes across the middle of Haru’s sole with all five fingers. The reaction was instant. “Ghh! Daisuke!” Haru barked, trying to pull his legs up but failing thanks to the position.
“Quit it! I swear-” The threat dissolved into laughter when Daisuke began to scribble his fingers all over the socked soles again. He alternated between fast, chaotic tickles and slow, strategic pressure against the arches and under the toes. Haru’s heels thudded lightly against the mattress, back arching.
“Haha DAISUKE! Ngh- You’re so- so dead when I get out of these things!” “I’d be more convinced if your toes weren’t curling so hard into the sheets,” Daisuke said, voice smooth as silk, fingers now spidering across both feet in a fluid dance. He lingered at the base of Haru’s toes, each stroke sending a fresh burst of helpless laughter spilling out of the blonde.
Every twitch, every squeak, every strangled chuckle was music to Daisuke’s ears. Haru’s socked soles were slightly damp now and the soft heat of them only made the ravenhead more intrigued. “Time to get more… intimate,” he murmured. “No. No! Fuck! P-Plehease! Don’t you-”
But Haru’s protests were cut short as Daisuke hooked a single finger under the cuff of one sock and slooowly peeled it down. The cotton clung to the ball of his foot for a moment, resisting, before finally sliding free with a soft whisper. His bare foot was revealed - smooth, lightly flushed, and twitching nervously once it was fully revealed.
Daisuke repeated the same ritual with the other sock, dragging the process out just to watch Haru’s growing panic. Once both feet were bare, the ravenhead sat back to admire them. His gloved hands hovered above them with reverence. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he said softly.
“Pervert,” Haru hissed between breaths, trying to suppress the anticipation burning under his skin. Daisuke just smiled and placed both hands gently against Haru’s bare soles, and then… he attacked. His fingers skittered wildly, tracing up the arches, over the balls of the feet, dancing under the toes - every inch was fair game.
Haru howled in protest, his voice raw with laughter, legs kicking under the weight of the raven-haired man sitting over them. “DAISUKE! YOU BASTARD! AHHahaha! Nohohoho!!” The tickling was already bad enough, but the fact that he was still wearing his silk-like gloves, made the sensation even worse.
“I think I just found your real weakness,” Daisuke purred, fingers now digging into the base of Haru’s toes with merciless precision. “You try so hard to act unshakable Haru. But here you are, giggling like a schoolboy.” “S-Shuhuhut up!” the other whined.
Daisuke leaned forward, smirking against the curve of Haru’s ankle as his fingers scribbled right into the center of both arches. Haru’s hips bucked violently, a strange, unfiltered noise escaping his throat - something between a laugh and a moan, well closer to latter one. “Oh?” Daisuke paused just long enough to look up. “What was that?”
Haru’s head whipped to the side, face flushed scarlet, eyes wide with embarrassment. He said nothing but his chest heaved with every desperate breath. Daisuke narrowed his eyes, as though reading something deeper between the lines of Haru’s silence. Then he glanced down - his smile widening.
“Interesting…” he murmured, “looks like someone’s enjoying this even more than I thought.” Haru followed his gaze… and froze. There was something happening beneath the waistband of his slacks - something undeniable. His legs clamped together instinctively, but it was too late. Daisuke grinned, utterly delighted.
“Well, well… and here I thought this was all for my pleasure.” He trailed one finger down Haru’s shin, stopping just above the ankle, eyes flickering up to meet Haru’s with a mischievous glint. “Looks like the real fun is just getting started.”
