a/n: “wow no birthday gift..” they said, unknowing that i was already over halfway done with the fic. ofc i would write u one who do u think i am🙄🙄ANYWAY, happy birthday to the lovely kaz @tklpilled !!! i love you soososos much so i am offering florid. i dont write for them often, but it was fun. hopefully its not ooc???? i dont think its too bad, but youre the florid expert. hope you enjoy, cutie <33
summary: domestic and happy florid fluff. that’s all i have to say about it.
word count: 1.3k
——
Lately, since Riddle and Floyd had gotten together, there was a certain thing that Floyd had begun to do.
Riddle had never been in a relationship before this one, and his lack of experience was obvious. The slightest touch was enough to have him beet red and stuttering, much to his embarrassment and to Floyd’s joy. Floyd was never shy about his love for the Heartslabyul Housewarden, never backing away from the chance to show his affection to the other, and Riddle, although craved his touch just as much, was much too nervous and embarrassed to initiate it.
It was rare that he did, especially at the beginning of their relationship. However, slowly but surely, he began to feel bolder, acting on his wishes more often. He certainly wasn’t as bold or carefree as Floyd was with these touches, but he allowed himself these moments when he was particularly tempted by his desires. Because he rarely used to touch Floyd if he didn’t initiate it, it took him a bit to pick up on it, but now, it was almost too obvious. Honestly, he couldn’t believe he didn’t realize it before.
Every time Riddle gave Floyd attention, Floyd gave it back even more. If Riddle pecked Floyd on the cheek, the other would grab his face and plant a kiss on Riddle’s lips. If Riddle rested his hand on Floyd’s, Floyd would interlock their fingers, squeezing his hand, swinging them like a child.
It was incredibly embarrassing and Riddle hated that Floyd still affected him like this, but he couldn’t help but admit that he really, really liked this little habit of Floyd’s.
He rested his head on Floyd’s shoulder, feeling a bit drowsy, the book in his hands becoming harder to read. Having been in Floyd’s room so many times (which most of the time was because Floyd dragged him there), it became a sort of a comfortable place for him to fully relax. Riddle tilted his head upward, looking towards his lover, and setting his book on Floyd’s bedside table. It seemed as though Floyd had fallen asleep. Odd, considering it was actually Riddle who usually fell asleep first.
Not that Riddle would complain. He rarely got a chance to really look at Floyd, before the teasing would start and he’d be too embarrassed to stare at him any longer. Riddle inspected the curve of his nose, the slight chubbiness in his cheeks, his long eyelashes, which were fluttering softly.
And suddenly, Riddle had the urge to touch. He lifted his finger, moving to poke Floyd in the cheek. He paused, wondering if it would wake Floyd, but Floyd was a bit of a deep sleeper. When no movement arose, he continued. He traced along Floyd’s face, moving to his neck and ears, just feeling the skin against his fingers.
Floyd sat up groggily, moving his head away from Riddle’s, instead turning to wrap his arms around the other. He buried his face in Riddle’s chest. Riddle, who had gone rigid from being caught, slowly began to relax.
Until he felt a squeeze against his side, and he jumped before he could help it, letting out a faint gasp.
“Goldfishie!” Floyd mumbled, happily, seemingly waking up more. Riddle’s eyes widened upon feeling another squeeze to his side, then another one, and another one, until Riddle couldn’t stop the smile from appearing on his face.
He bit his lip, trying to keep his composure, but it broke as quickly as it came, as the squeezes became unrelenting.
“Floyd, stahahap!” Riddle cried, feeling his face go red. Floyd was so freakishly strong, Riddle couldn’t push his arms away from him at all, being forced to endure the torturous sensations.
Floyd perked up at his laughter, looking up at Riddle. He began to run his hands down Riddle’s back and ribs, tracing his collarbone in a way that was rough but gentle enough that it didn’t hurt. It was just so Floyd.
“G-gahahaha!” Riddle laughed, straightening his back as a reflex. He twisted his body but he was not any further from escaping than before.
“You’re so ticklish, Goldfishie. I’m gonna tickle ya some more, okay?” Floyd said, causing the blush on Riddle’s face to deepen. Before he could even attempt to form a coherent response, Floyd had shifted so he was more on top of Riddle.
“F-Floyd, nohoho, dohon’t!” Riddle giggled, when Floyd’s arms curled around his body, similar to how he had been before. However, he knew it was not going to be mere cuddling. He was proven to be correct when Floyd began to trace and scribble over the sensitive areas on Riddle’s back. He started with Riddle’s spine, which caused a chill to course through him, as he arched his back forward. Then, Floyd scribbled on his back near where his underarms.
“So ticklish~ So cute~” Floyd teased, and Riddle forced himself to look at the eel, who was brimming with pure glee that couldn’t help but make Riddle feel embarrassed.
“GAH—!” Riddle gasped, the sensations slowly becoming more intense the lower Floyd went down the other’s back.
“Looks like I found Goldfishie’s tickle spot! Imma squeeze ya!” Floyd chuckled to himself, looking very proud as Riddle started laughing much, much harder than before.
The reason why? Floyd had grazed a spot that was on his lower back, but also met his side, and it was very, very sensitive. Something even Riddle hadn’t known, and when he laughed much louder, he prayed that Floyd wouldn’t notice.
“N-NAHAHAHA! StaAHAHap!!” Riddle shrieked, before he could help it. Floyd had perked up, picking up it immediately. And so, instead of being merciful and changing places, he decided to poke and prod at that one particular spot. Over and over again.
Floyd was mean. So, so mean. Even when Riddle flailed about, sputtering and gasping and giggling in his face, Floyd only continued cooing teases and resuming that evil sensation that Floyd apparently decided that he was going to exploit.
“NOHOHO! F-flo—Ack!” Riddle squealed, when Floyd went back to his sides, kneading and unbearably ticklish. It was one of Riddle’s worst spots, and the sides being such a common spot, Floyd had found out almost immediately, even before they had gotten together. “W-WHY?!”
“‘Cause I wanna, obviously,” Floyd replied, like it was common sense. A few more tickling to Riddle’s sides had him yelling for mercy, and luckily for him, Floyd had stopped.
Now, instead of tickling him, Floyd went back to wrapping his arms around the redhead, causing him to tense as he braced for another attack. However, he untensed when he realized the eel was actually cuddling him this time. Riddle let out a low sigh, trying to catch his breath and residual giggles slipped from his lips. The tingles hadn’t fully gone away, but it wasn’t an unpleasant sensation.
Riddle moved his arm, resting his head on Floyd’s who had closed his eyes, putting his arm on the other’s back.
“You sure had fun, huh?” Riddle glared at his lover with no real meaning behind it. He had known Floyd hadn’t fallen asleep yet. He was right because Floyd had opened his eyes, still looking a bit sleepy from earlier, leaning over and placing a big, fat kiss on Riddle’s lips.
When Floyd pulled away, he smiled slyly and Riddle narrowed his eyes. “Loads of fun, love tickling you. You’re so cute,” Floyd said, moving and lying down, his head resting on his arm.
Riddle, who had finally gotten rid of his blush, felt his face heat up slightly. One day he will stop being so affected by his lover, he told himself, but he knew it wasn’t true. He allowed a small smile to appear on his face, as he slid down to lie next to the eel, meeting Floyd’s eyes.
