Hi, I am here to promote some seriously amazing people. I will try my best to give a good summary of why they are so special. I hope you enjoy and I hope you consider reblogging their work. (If we mutuals and you didn't make the "cut" no hard feelings, I plan to update regularly). Also not a ranked list. All the people mentioned are amazing in their own right. As always please read their bios before following. Some may be a mix between sfw/nsfw. They will be highlighted orange.
To help find who was recently added, I highlighted their tags in blue.
Tword Fiction/Stories:
@ineznay - Okokok. Now listen, everybody loves a fandom but sometimes you just gotta appreciate the works of people's OCs. She writes amazingly well! So glad I found this hidden gem in this community and get to share their blog with you! Check the incoming #ineznay tag for my personal favourites :)
@aticklishpercivalwriter - a good friend I've made on here, he's funny and cool and talented. Lots of triple threats in this community huh? He may not be able to say the word but at least he can write it (and very well if I might add). So if you love Genshin and want someone pretty rad on your tl better hit that follow button. Check out the incoming #kaelwrites for my personal faves!
@littlelovelyspiderling - okay so when I do find time to cozy up and read a fic never did I expect to come across such a literary masterpiece. The worldbuilding, the diction, the cadence of their words easily capture me in their stories. If you love Marvel, especially if you want to read a very heartwarming story between two dorks (Johnny and Peter) I HIGHLY recommend you follow. Check out the incoming tag #littlelovelyspiderling
@intheticklecloset - another wonderful and lovely person. You know those people who get really excited about a certain topic and you can see the joy in their eyes? That's exactly the what you'll get if you follow. With countless amazing fics from many beloved fandoms like Big Windup, Haikyuu! Check the tag #inthetwordcloset
@happyandticklish - their writing is like liquid gold. You want to drink until you drop. It quenches a thirst you didn't even know you had. Writer of multiple fandoms, you're definitely missing out if you don't follow them. Check the incoming tag #happyandtwordish for my personal faves!
@writingwitharlo - there is just something about their writing that just makes you crave for more. As you know I love when you can feel the artist's love in their craft. Writes for Harry Potter, Heartstopper and more! Make sure to show them some love! Check out the incoming tag #writingwitharlo for my personal faves!
@ticklishraspberries - they are an amazing writer. One that perfects letting the writer feel immersed within their story. A phenomenal writer that's written for over 65 fandoms. Yes. 65. Not only are they a talented writer but they have a fun loving personality as well. Check out the incoming #twordishraspberries to see my personal faves!
@cantsaythetword - my bro bro crow. Love this funky lad and his spectacular fics. If you love things like Marvel (stucky fans I'm looking at you), heartstopper, Dr Who AND more, this blog is for you. He is an incredible human being blessed with the gift of writing beautiful and wholesome pieces. Check out the incoming #cantsaythetword to see my faves :).
@parker-fluff - not just a writer but an artist too. And phenomenal at both. Your chibi artsyle brings a smile to my face. And I can't wait to read through the countless fics/drabbles you've made! If you love Peter Parker, then you'll adore our friendly neighbourhood artist/writer parker-fluff! Check out the #parkerfluff tag for my faves!
Artists:
@ppyspsps - If you are in search of an artist that seems to perfect the raw emotion that comes with being a human, I got someone for you. I love, love, love their art style and have grown more fond of linework (is that what it's called!? Idk- obsessed is what I am and that is all that matters). You are truly one of the greatest out there, thank you for blessing us with your work. #ppystkposts is the incoming tag (PSSSST they do commissions, always remember to check for availabilities!)
@sillyguytickleblog - when I first laid eyes on his art I literally gasped. Like hello!? What is this beauty on my phone screen??? Stardew fans you will be spoilt tremendously and even if you know nothing about that farm you'll want to once you browse the AMAZING works he created. Check the incoming #sillyguydraws for my personal faves!
@tomurah - adding onto the evergrowing list of amazing, talented and brilliant artists. If you're in the COD fandom or just appreciatr staring at pretty lil things you know what to do. The line art is impeccable and I love every single one of their works, show some support! #tomurah
@skribblz - now the artists on this platform are going to be the crème de la crème. And one of them is my buddy, my pal, skribblsz. The talent y'all. The sheer talent that oozes from this blog will have you in awe. Trigger warning, everytime you visit this blog your jaw will most definitely drop. Lovely, and kind hearted artist who loves their craft and it shows. Check the tag #skribblz
@ticklishfanart - I freaking love Jay. Look at their stuff I dare you. Do you see the love that's in the lines that are drawn? Cause I do. Every piece of work they put out is an absolute masterpiece. MHA fans should definitely pay a visit, you won't be disappointed. Check the tag #twordishfanart Or #ticklishfanart
@ssnicker-doodless - okay. Like. I just. I can rave on about them till the cows come home. The artist of the century. Picasso reborn. You do not want to stare at their art too long, perfection burns the eyes. #snickers doodles
@sleepysheepytea - okay so. The softest, cutest, most adorable art??? So glad I recently followed them. If I were to describe the beautiful art they create it would be like a nice and much needed cup of hot choccy on a cold winter night; it just hit right ya feel? #sleepy
@tiklart - a really unique and wonderful art style. If you're looking for MHA art, hint hint. Amazing and talented artist!! #tiklart
@wormonastriing / @home-of-the-squirmle - one of the OGs. The mf GOAT. Drawings that are so freaking realistic, idk how people can even be that talented. Must be illegal. Jail for bestie. #wormy
@simplysmilingdrew - super cute art. Even cuter scenarios. She is honestly a master of her craft. On top of all the wonderful drawn art is that she us a tword fic writer too! A whole double threat! Worth the follow for sure.
@isoots - new to the scene and already coming in hot with the talent. Give their art some well-deserved lovin'
@spensed-up-chilly-pepps - just recently followed and let me tell ya, if you like art and good vibes all around, you should definitely follow them. If you love team fortress you're in luck.
@dokidoki-muffin - such a talented artist. One look of their work and you'll be foaming at the mouth /pos. Pretty sure humankind was not fit for seeing such perfection- and for free!?!? And the artist is a sweetheart on top of all of that???? Follow now. Check out the new tag #dokidokimuffin for my fav pieces (spoiler alert its all of them).
@lovelymessybubbly - such a an angel and kind and caring person. Such a unique and adorable art style as well! Always love when you can tell how much love an artist pours into their creations, definitely worth a follow. Check out the incoming tag #lovelymessybubbly
@kiri-mikua - literally followed them a couple of days ago. A new artist on the block, with their own unique art style that is simply to die for. Their intricate works make you crave even more. Please show them lots of much deserved love! Check out the incoming #kirimikua for my faves!
@jettorii - we have so many new upcoming artists so ofc we gotta hype them up. I LOVE their art so much. The line art style is so cute and well done. A wonderful artist who has graced us with amazing fan art of spiderman, ninjago, and puss 'n boots. Please join me in applauding their great work. Check out the incoming #jettori tag for my faves :)
@chibimochii - if you like Genshin Impact boy oh boy do I have an artist for you! From colorured to sketched, following them is something you won't regret. Simply a beautiful art style that rivals the actual game imo. Thank you for sharing your wonderful art with us all. Check out the incoming #chibimochii tag for my personal faves!
@fanta-syrop - no because your style is so unique and idk how to describe it other than it evokes so much joy and happiness. They are a multi fandom artist currently feeding us with Genshin fan art. So very worthy of your following. Check out the incoming #fantasyrop for my faves!
@carrie-tate - yet another extremely talented artist I follow! So many fandoms and even their own OCs! Love how you draw your faves getting flustered over some wiggling fingers. Your art is truly one of a kind /pos. Check out the incoming #carrie-tate tag for my faves!
@reererfjernfibeufkjebq - a hidden gem in our humble community. You may not be able to pronounce their blog name but why do you need to anyways? You'll need all your brain power to comprehend the sheer talent this person has. If you love Marvel especially characters that don't get a lot of mainstream attention, this blog is for you. Check out the incoming #reerer tag for my faves!
Bonus:
Check out my masterlist if you want to read some of my work
Crawling out my hole to write a thinkpiece on why this new tword trend on tiktok is all kinds of ick. If you don't know what I'm talking about it's the "normalize twording your partner/friend for 15 seconds whenever they make you upset". This is so awful lmao. I "get" that it's a "joke". But it's really not and sometimes it is that deep. Why are you recording yourself ab*sing your partner/friend 😭😭. Like am I thinking about this too much?? Curious to what others think as well.
For me it's just weird to use something against someone when you're "mad" like that's not healthy at all. It is no different than "normalize hitting your partner/friend when they upset you". Idk idk idk maybe it is just a silly lil trend but I really wish it wasn't ://
Dude your art is genuinely so good ANDDD YOU LIKE DANGANRONPA? You’re literally so cool. I wanted to leave a small request just incase you have the time, but no pressure at all! There’s basically zero tckl content of my goat Fuyuhiko and like you CANNOT tell me he isn’t one of the most ticklish guys ever like look at him 😭😭 I feel like Peko would be one of the few people that knows and he’d get SO defensive trying to keep it that way 😭 literally anything you can think of at all would be so cute so full creative freedom to you, but again, no pressure!
Credits for art(comission): https://t.me/tusiashaa
Lee! Alex:
—He's my silly lil' favourite lee
—His most ticklish spots are biceps near the armpit and inner thighs but the rest is quite bad too
—Too embarrassed to say the t-word. He's having a hard time even hearing it
—Most likely he's stronger than any ler. He could easily get out. But will he? I don't think so ;)
—If you're not from community, he'll never admit his desire for tickles. He prefers being a nervous mess over simple request.
—And even if he knows that you know he'd never ask about it. The main reason is inability to say the t-word. So he prefers nonverbal language. This huge man is going to turn into a flexible cat, arching his back just to let you see how his ribs pull the T-shirt and reveal a piece of skin on his stomach.
—Another way to get tickles is coldness. He actually quite sensitive to cold weather and often whines about "freezing". Of course he wouldn't wear any more clothes. Why would he? He'd just rub his sides and hope you'll get the hint.
—When he was younger he tried to tickle himself but after just a few movements he got ashamed of himself and never tried again (He likes suffering and getting shy as you can see.)
—Watching tickle scenes in cartoons over and over in childhood
—When he is truly desperate he just lies down on his 'safe person' laps and waits 'till they get what to do. What a patient man he is
—Alex is very needy one after session. He's clinging to his ler hoping to get some affection. A hug and back stroking will do
—He's really weak to teases. Especially when someone points on the fact that he's big and strong. It feels like weight is being lift off his soul and like a little bit of humiliation at the same time. But literally any other teases will get him as well, he's just a ticklish shy mush
Ler! Alex:
—There's almost nothing to say, he's just a pure lee.
—He's afraid of hurting his lee so it comes out awkward and careful
—Alex would tickle you only if he sees that you need it right now or you're upset
—He doesn't tease at all but if you look at him you'll see a small contented smile on his face
—He'd give you all the aftercare in the world because he knows how important it is
That's all I wanted to say, I hope you'll like it. Someday I'll post headcanons on other characters. Let me know if you enjoyed it, your reactions are very important for me♥️
Also on ficbook, if you wanna read it in Russian:https://ficbook.net/readfic/019a0642-a500-73c6-b9a1-eca3b2cf40aa
English is not my native, I apologize in advance for any possible mistakes🙏
The cold evening met passersby with a biting wind, but Alex didn't even notice. All his attention was on the exact place on the map. He's been beating around the bush for a month already and finally mustered up his courage to get there in person.
'I'm gonna look and go out, there're no obligations' - Alex kept repeating it to himself like a motto. The district was familiar but he'd never pay attention to the discreet signboard 'The Touch'. It hung unnoticed above the worn-out iron door which looked like it led to a dark basement.
'Did I come to the wrong place?' - Alex thought. But the writing on the map was clear - it's the club. It took him five minutes to get up the courage to go inside. The panic was just as bad as it had been before the first match, and the adrenaline in his blood was telling him that this was a bad idea. He needed to run as soon as possible before anyone saw him.
Gathering his last strength, he knocked and hardly managed to say a few numbers thst were used as a password on the website. Members of the club didn't really like random people here so the place remained exclusive. The door opened and instead of a creepy basement he saw a nice reception. A girl with a neat bun and a grey bracelet smiled at him. "Hello, please, choose your bracelet for the evening."
Alex sighed with relief. At least he wasn't wrong with the place. There're four boxes with silicone bracelets infront of him. Blue for lees, red for lers, violet for switches and grey for those who don't want any physical interactions. He also stood for a long time in front of the bracelets, even though he knew in advance which one he would take. But this admission, even like this, just through a silly trinket, sent a burning wave of shame through him. The girl with the gray bracelet suddenly became very interested in something on her phone, not wanting to pressure him. Alex almost thief-like snatched the blue bracelet and clenched it in his hand.
"Have a pleasant evening. And remember: your bracelet is a silent invitation, but not permission. We respect the word 'no' here. If you need help, there's a red button under the tables; security responds to it," she smiled sweetly and opened the door for him.
Alex muttered something incoherent in response and immediately hurried through the open door. The atmosphere was, to put it mildly, unfamiliar; he had never seen a place like this. The space was softly lit, the semi-darkness helping one to relax. The air was filled with laughter and warm conversations, punctuated by some quiet melody, and colored bracelets flashed before his eyes. Red, red, purple, red, purple, purple. His eyes barely caught a single blue one, but it immediately disappeared into the crowd. He had read the comments on the website; many wanted to see new faces in blue bracelets. It seemed like that should have been reassuring, but Alex felt like a bull in a china shop. Almost 6'7 feet tall and weighing around 240 pounds, he resembled an American football player, which he was, more than someone who would laugh carefree on a soft mat or armchair. And there were plenty of those in the club. His brain wasn't helping either, feeding him unpleasant thoughts. *Idiot. Why did you grab this blue bracelet? Why did you even come here? What a freak you are.*
Alex noticed people glancing at him. That was the last straw. He had tried, he had looked. He'd even lasted a couple of minutes. It didn't work out. Time to bail. In his swift dash for the exit, he wouldn't have even noticed knocking someone over if that someone hadn't let out a yelp. Alex immediately turned around. "Careless prick," flashed through his mind. He had bumped into a fragile girl, short in stature, and knocked her off her feet. She was already getting up, adjusting the soft curves of her airy dress. Alex, of course, immediately offered his hand. Their gazes locked on each other's bracelets. Purple. Alex tried to apologize frantically, but the girl wasn't hearing him anymore. She stood there, staring at his bracelet.
"It's alright, things happen!" she seemed so small next to him, and Alex felt incredibly ashamed. But her kind, green eyes showed nothing but friendliness. "Running for the exit already, huh? You're clearly a newbie. I'm Jess, nice to meet you!"
She cheerfully extended a soft hand, her purple bracelet flashing again. Alex obediently offered his, giving the small palm a gentle squeeze as if afraid of breaking it.
"Alex. Yeah, it's my first time," the words came with difficulty, but he managed.
Jessica didn't pull her hand away; on the contrary, she grabbed it with her other hand and gave it a light shake.
"Always nice to see a new blue in our ranks. I'm here with friends, wanna join us? It's more fun with company. We happen to have an imbalance, not a single blue. Don't worry so much, we don't bite. Everyone remembers about consent; respecting boundaries is the norm here," and she smiled so warmly that Alex felt a weight lift from his soul. He had just started to say something in response when she was already insistently leading him somewhere. This was going to be an interesting night.
He found himself in the far part of the club, in front of a white table attached to the wall. Sofas with high backs stood on either side, sort of fencing off the space from the rest of the club. Jess presented him to the group.
"Look who I found, a newbie! Everyone, this is Alex," she was so joyful and spoke with such sincerity that Alex relaxed a bit. The company gathered before him was an interesting one. On the right sofa sat two guys. One was tanned, with long black hair tied back in a ponytail and delicate facial features. Alex's gaze fell on his hands; his elegant fingers held a wine glass, and on his wrist was a red bracelet. Jessica, pointing at him, introduced him: Alistair.
Next to him, lounging sprawled out, was a larger guy. He had almost the same build as Alex. Dark hair cascaded down, a fringe falling to the side and continuing to his broad shoulders. His gaze was openly predatory, his face wore a permanent, lazy smirk. A light, soft shirt was unbuttoned down to his stomach, revealing a slightly tanned chest. Alex appreciated the sight. This one was named Elliot. On his wrist was the same bright red as Alistair's.
Finally, his gaze fell on the guy sitting on the left sofa. He looked up from his phone with disinterest, gave him an appraising once-over as if he were an exhibit in a showcase, and, his eyes catching on the blue bracelet, raised an eyebrow slightly. This one, as Jess narrated again, was named Killian. Cold, gray eyes looked at him penetratingly. Dark chestnut hair framed a pale face showing traces of recent stubble. There is a purple bracelet on his wrist.
Jessica settled next to Killian, suggesting Alex sit opposite. He forced himself to sit down next to one of the 'reds'.
"Darling, where did you find this treasure?" The voice of the guy next to him was pleasant and lively, with a slight Spanish accent. Alistair was addressing Jessica. She looked expressively at their new acquaintance, inviting him to join the conversation.
"I wasn't paying attention, didn't look where I was going," he began to explain awkwardly.
"Yeah, he was running for the exit," Jess interrupted him, "completely frightened by all the laughter. I couldn't just leave him there alone, especially one so... vulnerable."
She gave a meaningful glance at his bracelet.
The guy by the wall, Elliot it seemed, chuckled. The sound was a bit rough, but it suited him perfectly.
"He doesn't look the timid type. Quite the solid fellow."
Alex was completely stumped. He couldn't respond to such open sabotage of his social skills. The girl slapped Elliot's hand playfully.
"Oh, what are you saying? Can't you see he's having a hard enough time? Don't worry, Alex, it's like this for everyone the first time."
A skeptical voice came from beside her.
"If Elliot doesn't scare him off, Alistair certainly will."
"Me? How can you even say that about me, Kill! I'm pure and fluffy," he dramatically folded his hands over his heart. The Spanish accent turned all his words into a dramatic telenovela where the actors weren't even trying.
"Pure and fluffy psycho," Killian retorted.
Alistair just snorted in response and gave a disarming smile.
"Guilty as charged."
Alex watched this ecosystem where everything worked perfectly and felt like an extra component. But suddenly all eyes were on him, and Alistair, calmly and welcomingly, without extra theatrics, asked:
"Alexander, it's your first time here. Can you tell us what inspired you to visit our little den?"
"Well," he stared at the table as if the answer to the question was written there. And what had inspired him? Fantasies he could no longer suppress? The desire to feel normal among people like him? A passion for control, or rather, for losing it?
"I'm a quarterback for the university team. It's all professional now, so there's a lot of responsibility on me. And in general, I prefer discipline and control in life," his voice was growing more confident. He was embarrassed now, mostly because the blue bracelet shone on him like a brand of vulnerability, but he wasn't a wimp, not at all. "But sometimes... You want to let go of control. Completely."
He chose to omit the part about how he'd been blushing since childhood just hearing the word 'tickle' in a crowd.
About how lately his body was literally craving intense sensations. That he couldn't train properly anymore because he was always on edge with nervous anticipation. That he found himself staring at strangers' hands in a crowd, imagining them on himself.
About how he wanted to show people not just the formidable athlete, but the one hiding underneath. He wanted to loosen up, but couldn't do it himself. He wanted to shed all the layers and just be.
But they seemed satisfied with what he'd decided to share. Alex caught a knowing look from Killian, who had seemed indifferent. But in his eyes was the same silent desire to drop the mask, the desire to lose control.
"Well, welcome to the club, Alex," a smug voice came from the corner. Elliot.
Welcome to the club. It sounded promising. Elliot rubbed his hands together.
"Well, now that everyone's acquainted, I think it's time for a tour. He's still completely green. I mean, blue," he chuckled at his own pun.
Alistair nodded joyfully. His favorite part was beginning. Killian's look unmistakably conveyed his thoughts: they're going to scare him off after all.
Elliot and Alistair volunteered to be the main guides. Alex didn't really understand why he would need a tour. It wasn't like he was blind; he could see the hall perfectly well. Over there were piles of mats and pillows where... He embarrassedly averted his gaze from a girl playfully fending off two reds. A slow, warm knot was forming below. He wanted that too. The thought seemed utterly wrong and frightening, but he tried not to dwell on the shame. That's why he came here. In another part of the club was a bar, but the fun didn't end there either. An indifferent bartender no longer paid attention to someone rolling across his counter, trying to break free from grasping hands. He just moved a drink aside and kept working, his whole demeanor saying: 'Typical Tuesday'. On his wrist was a gray bracelet. Apparently, the staff only wore those, to avoid becoming an outlet for someone's 'good' mood. The rest of the free space was occupied by armchairs, sofas, and tables.
But still, they were insistently leading him somewhere by the arm. Alistair walked alongside, looking like a connoisseur, and explained.
"That's the recovery space. It's for blues and purples, if you want to catch your breath, have some water, or just take a break from the hustle. Behind that curtain is the passage to the second hall, let's go," their small company passed behind a red velvet curtain and found themselves in a space resembling a corridor. There were 3 rooms on either side. Alistair explained again.
"Here, on this side, are the restrooms, and on that side," he smiled conspiratorially, "are rooms for those who want some privacy with a partner. Or partners..."
The corridor led them to the second hall. Everything there seemed more intense. A couple of intriguing-looking contraptions with straps at the ends. Alex's insides curled up at the mere thought of being tied down like that, immobilized, completely helpless before, for example, Alistair's neat manicure.
He was brought back to reality by a voice, this time without the Spanish accent.
"Oh, this is my favorite – the 'ring'."
Alex looked in the opposite direction from the restraints and his gaze indeed fell upon a section of the hall designed like a fighting ring. On it, someone was hysterically squealing; Alex couldn't determine the gender from that wild, uncontrolled sound, and a massive figure looming over them prevented him from making out the 'victim'.
"That's Thomas and Mark having fun again. Mark is trying to beat his record, but he'll give up soon. Thomas will make sure," Elliot smiled approvingly. His gaze fell on the slightly stunned Alex and he hurried to reassure him, "Don't look like that, no one's gonna drag you there if you don't want to. It's for those who like it... rougher."
Alistair immediately tried to divert Alex's attention from such an intense scene. He gently pulled him by the wrist, and they found themselves in front of a cabinet with a huge number of shelves, each storing different tools. Alistair looked at it like a possessed collector. He began explaining again, with the air of a guide.
"Here on these shelves are various feathers; they're changed and disinfected often. These are fake claws for those whose own aren't enough," Alistair demonstratively tapped his own nails on the shelf. "Over there, different brushes, combs, but those are for barbarians. There are paintbrushes too, I prefer those more. Oh, and massage oil as well. What do you like better?"
He looked at Alex with burning eyes, expecting an answer. And Alex was imagining it all on himself: light paintbrushes and feathers sending shivers up his nape, stiff brushes making his toes curl at the sight, sharp little claws running over his oil-slicked torso. He had to shake his head to dispel the blush on his cheeks. He awkwardly forced out,
"Well, I prefer the old-fashioned way, with hands..."
Alistair beamed even brighter.
"Of course! Tactile contact is the most crucial aspect..." Alistair launched into a speech about contact and reactions.
Alex gazed off towards the velvet curtain separating them from the corridor. Suddenly, four fingers dug into his ribs from both sides and began vibrating insistently. A shrill shriek rang out, interrupting Alistair's tirade. Alex tried to twist away, but massive hands held him in a steel grip, pressing him against a warm chest, probing towards his armpits. It was a vulnerable spot, and there was no chance of escape. Nerves and anticipation were no help, and he let out an uncharacteristically loud, broken laugh.
"Having fun? Ticklish, huh? Of course you are," a low, mocking voice burned his ear.
"Ehehlliot!" Alex instinctively tried to rise on his toes to break free, but he was immediately pulled back, the fingers burrowing deeper into his armpits. He helplessly threw his head back onto the other's broad shoulder, laughing now in a completely childish, unstoppable manner. It felt like this electric sensation sent a tickling current through his ribs, forcing him to arch his back.
Alistair, who had been staring at the spectacle before him, finally snapped out of his trance. The picture was indeed astonishing. Their new acquaintance was laughing desperately in Elliot's grasp, occasionally breaking into shrill giggles when Elliot hit a particularly nerve-wracking spot.
"Dios mío," he approached them with a predatory glint in his eyes. Alex couldn't see; he had squeezed his eyes shut, laughing.
Alistair's hands curiously slipped under Alex's t-shirt; he immediately felt the warm skin of Alex's stomach, and experimentally dragged his nails from the chest down to the waistline. Alex made a frightened sound, sucked in his stomach, and tried to lean back, but bumped into Elliot again.
"What a reaction..." Alistair drawled dreamily.
One single thought imprinted itself on his laughter-fogged mind – he was trapped and couldn't get out. Really couldn't. The helplessness was literally intoxicating. It triggered a new fit of hysterical, panicked giggles, immediately flowing into full-blown laughter. Neither of his tormentors hesitated. Alistair traced circles on his sensitive ribs, praising Alex in a sensual whisper right by his ear. In contrast, his other ear was still warmed by Elliot's hot breath, teasing him.
"Haven't met someone this ticklish in a while. You know, you wouldn't guess it by looking at you. So composed at first glance, just like Killian. Well, no matter, we've broken tougher ones. Right, Balmer?"
Alistair didn't answer him. He was too engrossed in his task and in examining Alex's reddening face. The blush on his cheeks deepened at Elliot's words, but he would never admit to that. As if he'd ever admit that stupid teasing got to him.
"Thahahat's not allowed!" Alex blurted out, immediately jumping again as he felt Alistair experimentally poke his navel.
"It is allowed, everything is allowed here," Alex could hear the smirk in Elliot's voice even without seeing his face.
When it became truly impossible to breathe, and tears threatened to well up in his eyes, he managed to pat Elliot's thigh with his hand as best he could. Elliot didn't insist. He signaled to Alistair to wrap it up and pulled his own hands out. Alex remained standing, pressed against Elliot's chest, trying to catch his breath. A soft, warm feeling spread through his body. This was... Exactly what he had dreamed of.
"Not bad, huh? For an introduction, so to speak."
"Alexander, you were magnificent," Alistair whispered reverently.
"Yeah, quite the specimen. You're a rare find, Alex," he clapped him on the shoulder and finally set him back on his feet. Alex ran a hand through his hair.
"Is it always so... sudden?"
"Not always, but it happens. Didn't you like it?" Alistair frowned with concern.
"I liked it!" Alex nodded vigorously and was immediately embarrassed by his own enthusiasm. "Just... unfamiliar."
"Ah, come on, we know all about your 'unfamiliar'. You types never ask until someone starts tickling you," Elliot said without malice. He enjoyed observing the fruits of his labor. Alex, all red and disheveled before him, trying to catch his breath.
Alex knew Elliot was right. That was the essence of their game. No one wanted to ask. Many preferred CNC: it removed the responsibility and guilt for one's own pleasure. The subconscious finally let go with the thought – 'It's not our fault, we were forced.' Alex awkwardly rubbed his neck and gave a slight smile.
"Thank you. Both of you."
"You just make sure to come back, I doubt we'll get such a juicy reaction from anyone else. I'd love to test you out properly, of course, but Jess would tear my arms off," he laughed.
"You always want everything at once. A barbarian, I swear," Alistair waved a hand in his direction. "Come on, Alex, let's get some water, you're still all red."
Alex followed them, thinking about how lucky he was to have run into Jess tonight. He was going to come back here again. And not just once.
