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[tkanzaki]

Art's Next Match

Summary: Patrick gets greedy while massaging Art's tired feet for his next tennis match.

WC: 1.4k

A/N: Light NSFW, just mentions of boners

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"This...is nohohot...helping me..."

"Oh, shush. Trust the process. I'll have you in perfect shape before your next match."

Patrick massaged his fingers into the pads of Art's feet. He was slow and sensual, making sure that he pushed his thumbs into every inch of skin that he could get away with.

He was successful until he prodded the spot right under his big toe, making him scrunch his feet and making it quite obvious he was sensitive there.

Patrick, of course, would never pass up the opportunity to mess with his buddy. And this singular reaction was fueling a few sexy thoughts in his horny brain.

One particular thought was begging him to lean down and suck that damn big toe until he shot a load in his boxers, but he knew better than to cross the line...or did he?

Another thought was demanding him to snatch Art's toes, hold them down against the couch, and tickle his feet into oblivion. It didn't take much for this thought to manifest as Patrick continued to massage that same spot, eliciting an obvious reaction.

Before he struck, though, he proposed Art with a question.

"Y'know...I'm glad to massage your dirty ass feet for ya, but what's in it for me? Huh?" He teased, looking back at the blond, who was stuck on his belly since Patrick had straddled his thighs.

"Hey, my feet aren't even dirty. Also, I didn't even fucking ask for this...you just hopped on me when I told you my feet were sore!" Art rebuttled, wiggling his toes as he spoke.

It was as if Art was teasing him back, but he didn't quite realize that teasing Patrick while he was in this position of power would not turn out so well for himself.

"Shh, y'know you were practically asking me for this," Patrick replied, letting his thumbs come off Art's soles.

Art was now trying to push himself up to get off the couch, assuming this useless massage was over. It was to his surprise that Patrick was now wrapping an arm around his ankles, holding them tight against his chest.

He fell back down, his cheek planting into the cushion. It took just five seconds for him to start squealing when he felt a fingernail dragging up from the ball of his foot to his toes.

Patrick had given in to his indulgent thoughts, deciding to begin with a "little bit" of tickling. He scritched his index finger against the soft skin of Art's arch, slowly exploring the narrow, pale sole.

"Wha-hehey! Whahat's your prohoblem, man?!" Art managed to squeak. He writhed underneath Patrick's weight, failing to escape.

"Mm, there's no problem, man. I mean, the only problem I can think of is how damn sensitive your feet are."

The blond's feet were indeed damn sensitive. After all, he was on them all day. They tended to sweat more than the average guy and were almost always covered by a pair of socks. His feet were bound to be soft, delicate, and absolutely ticklish.

"Gah- the fuhuck are you talking abohout?" Art giggled, consistently trying and failing to wiggle his body from underneath Patrick's ass.

Patrick's one finger eventually turned into two, which drove Art nuts. He bucked his hips as the two fingers scurried up and down his pink sole, trying to keep himself from laughing too hard.

For one, his laughter would only fuel Patrick to tickle him even more, which he already knew. However, when two fingers turned into an entire hand...

"Fuck, Patrick, waHAha- wAHAhait, fuhUHUck, pleHEHEase, nOHOHO!" Art had no other choice but to shove his face into the couch and whine and laugh.

Five fingertips gently fluttered across both of his warm arches before settling at the balls of his feet, switching back and forth between the two. He wasn't using his fingernails, however, which he considered a form of mercy.

"I prOHOmise, I'll do anyTHINGAHA!" Art howled, pounding his fists wherever they could land. His toes wiggled freely, and quite the cute toes they were.

From his big toe to his pinky toe, each one was plump and creamy. Patrick had to hold himself back from slipping a few of them into his mouth.

To keep himself from doing so, he snatched a row of those adorable toes and held them back, exposing the stupidly sensitive skin. He then started to scratch four of his fingers across the area, causing him to almost fall off of Art.

The man was writhing in laughter, stronger than he was before. He could only scrunch the sole that wasn't being tickled, which didn't help relieve him of those fingers that were now making their way up the stems of his toes.

Patrick scraped his fingernails up and down each stem until they turned a pinkish color, signaling him to continue upward. He released Art's toes so that he could get a good look at them before striking.

"How do you keep these toes so..." He began, watching them as they wiggled and scrunched in distress. It was hypnotizing, almost.

"So whahat?!"

"So...I dunno, suckable?" Patrick turned around and smirked, watching Art blush. The man turned his head away before firmly grasping one of his soles and scritching a fingernail across the bottom of his big toe.

Art could barely keep up with all of this tickling. He giggled, laughed, screamed, whined...but when he felt that stupid finger mess with his toe, he felt something else, too.

His cock was slowly hardening against the cushion of the couch, and all of his struggling didn't help him stop it. As he writhed and turned, his cock rubbed into the cushion, only causing it to grow even more.

He was so lucky that he was on his belly and that the growing tent in his shorts wasn't visible, because if it was, he might not have left this situation with an ounce of dignity left.

Patrick's fingernail then began to scrape back and forth, leaving light pink streaks across Art's sensitive toes. He couldn't help but grow a tent in his own shorts, which Art hopefully wouldn't feel or notice.

"Thihis is soho unfAHAir! Duhude, fUHUck!" Art squealed. His pitch went higher every time Patrick pinched his big toe. "I didn't doHOHO anything- FUHUCK!"

Patrick slid all five of his fingertips between Art's pretty toes and scratched his nails against the now slightly sweaty skin. Art tried to curl them, but Patrick only snatched them and held them back.

"FUHUCK yohou, fuhuck, fuhuckaha, FUHUCK YOU!"

"Ohoho, pretty boy...you're insulting me now? After I gave you such an effective massage for your next match?" Patrick teased, digging in between his toes even harder.

"It wAHAHAsn't ehehffectivehe!" Art slammed his fists against the couch even harder now, all while his stupid boner continued to grow. At this point, he felt like he could burst at any given moment.

An angel must've been watching over Art, however. A ding caused him to teasingly tug at the blond's toes before reaching over them to grab his phone off the side table.

"Mm...ya got lucky, man. Tashi is coming over."

Art's face dropped, and he couldn't contain his blush anymore. He couldn't imagine the embarrassment if Tashi were to see him like this.

"Ohokay...lemme go, now. I need to clean up- Hey, stOHOhop!"

Patrick threw his phone back on the table and turned around to sit on Art's ass. He leaned in and whispered in his ear.

"Maybe...I should just keep you here so she can see you. I mean, you look pretty cute like this. Maybe she'll be into it," Patrick giggled, running his hands underneath Art's shirt, rubbing his back.

"You...you'd better let me go, hey, stop that- GAH, FUHUCKING ASSHOHOHOLE!"

Patrick's phone continued to ding. Tashi was only a few minutes away, and Art was now getting his armpits drilled into while Patrick sat there and chuckled.

"I'll let you go if you promise me something," Patrick spoke, scratching his nails against the man's ribs and sides, now.

"WHAHA- WHAHAT?!"

"Promise me that you won't get mad at me, 'cause I'm not letting you go."

Tashi didn't bother knocking when she arrived. She could hardly hear her footsteps over the sound of screams and laughs coming from Art's dorm.

She stood there for a moment, listening to what sounded like Art being tortured by some sort of tickle monster, before opening the door. She was right, he was being tortured by a tickle monster. A tickle monster named Patrick Zweig.

[tkanzaki]

Loosen Up a Bit

Summary: Umemiya is informed that Sugishita has been causing trouble in class, and figures out a way to help him.

WC: 1.7k

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"C'mon, Sugishita...loosen up a bit!"

Umemiya dropped his hands on the slender boy's shoulders, playfully massaging them. He wanted nothing more than for him and his classmates to get along.

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Sugishita had a tendency to lash out at anyone who even joked around regarding Umemiya, even if they were simply messing around.

After the bell, Umemiya had taken a jog to the first-year's classroom, catching him before he left. He didn't need to explain what he was there for. Sugishita took a seat and waited for everyone to leave the room.

"So..." Umemiya began. He pulled a chair in front of where the first-year sat and plopped down. "Everything alright?" He asked. He'd been informed of an altercation between Sugishita and a classmate.

Sugishita looked down, assuming what this conversation was going to be about. "Yes. Everything is fine, Umemiya-san," He didn't look up when he spoke. He kept his head down in embarrassment, fiddling with his fingers underneath his desk.

Umemiya immediately noticed this and became unhappy. He stood up, towering over the boy, before crossing his arms.

"Sugishita...please, look at me," He asked, but it came off as a demand.

The boy hesitated to move his head, but eventually did. He looked up and locked eyes with a smiling Umemiya.

"Do you think I'm disappointed in you, Sugishita? I'm not. It makes me happy to know that you respect me..." Umemiya took a few steps forward, now holding his hand out. "...but, you can't threaten others for making harmless jokes."

Sugishita looked around, confused. Was he supposed to shake the hand? Hold it? Aside from that rising question, he nodded in agreement to Umemiya's words.

"So...I've decided that you need to be reprimanded. You need to learn to loosen up a bit, Sugishita!" He grinned. A reprimand was supposed to be unpleasant, so why was he smiling?!

Sugishita didn't respond at first. After all, he was still confused whether or not he was meant to shake the hand in front of him, or what?! A few moments of thinking led him to grab Umemiya's hand, which was extended to help him out of his chair.

"Rep...reprimanded? How so?" He questioned, his face growing red. He was embarrassed, after all, he respected Umemiya so much, and he was about to be reprimanded by him!

Umemiya dropped his grin. He saw Sugishita's shoulders...stiff. His face was plain. Everything about him was tight-knit and defensive. To be honest, he didn't know how he was going to punish Sugishita for his behavior. All he knew was that he needed to drop his shield.

"C'mon, Sugishita...loosen up a bit!"

Umemiya dropped his hands on the slender boy's shoulders, playfully massaging them. Maybe this would relieve him of his stiffness. He expected him to huff and puff or maybe even try to swat his hands away.

However, he didn't expect Sugishita to smile. More specifically, he didn't expect him to smile and bite his lip, followed by a few half-annoyed and half-giggly mumbles.

"Huh? What was that?" Umemiya asked, now massaging his shoulders slower and deeper. He let his thumbs gently drive into his collarbones while his other eight fingers wiggled into the back plates of his shoulders.

Sugishita could barely keep up with this. He was a giggly mess, though his hands remained on his sides and he didn't try to fight back. He could hardly look at Umemiya in this state.

"Sugishita...don't be embarrassed...actually," Umemiya paused. All of this giggling, and he hadn't even realized that this was what he was looking for. A smile, a chuckle, anything that showed him Sugishita wasn't just a wall that couldn't be broken down. "Hah, I've got it..." He smirked, playfully shoving the first year back into his seat.

He watched confusedly as Umemiya came behind him, gently holding his wrists and putting them together into one of his hands. He held the ball of wrists up to expose his upperbody. Sugishita's white tee rose to reveal a toned belly that would probably break your hand if you punched it.

"Umemiya...san...what exactly are you doing?" He asked, trying to turn his head to face him. Umemiya met him halfway with a shit-eating grin plastered across his face. "Ume...miy-AH?!"

Sugishita squealed, an unusual sound for the boy, when he felt five fingers sprawl across his bare belly. The fingers were nice and gentle, but they still elicited an embarrassing laugh from the boy. He tried to close his mouth, but had a hard time as the fingers continued.

"This is your punishment. If you respect me as much as I think you do...you will sit here and take it. Won't ya, Sugishita?" Umemiya teased, nuzzling the side of his nose against the boy's ear as he dipped a finger into his belly button.

He poked and prodded, never going too fast, but then again, never stopping. It was the somehow perfect mix of gentle and quick, just enough to make Sugishita giggle and squirm, but not enough to make him full-blown laugh and resist.

"This...is nohot fahair...Uhumehemiya...he-hehey!" Sugishita chuckled, stomping his feet against the hard floor. He giggled particularly loudly when Umemiya pinched the center of his waist. He noticed this, as he noticed every other little thing, and took it into account.

Umemiya freed Sugishita's wrists, mostly out of curiosity. He believed that the boy would stay in the seat, and for some reason, he actually did.

"Hm...learned your lesson?"

Sugishita nodded, head down, facing his lap. This was enough for Umemiya to know that he, in fact, did not learn his lesson.

The slender boy was about to get up when Umemiya walked around in front of him, shoving him back on his ass. He looked up to see the older boy with his arms crossed, towering over him.

He wanted to look back down at his lap, but something told him that he should keep eye contact. Maybe it was out of respect? Or maybe it was because he felt like Umemiya wasn't finished yet?

The latter answer was correct, in this case. Umemiya was not finished. He took as many steps closer as he could until their knees were touching. Then, he bent over and began pinching at Sugishita's waist like a crab. A very tall...white-haired crab.

These pinches made Sugishita squirm in his chair. He held onto the arms and squeezed the wooden handles, almost leaving marks. If he were to let go, he surely would've fallen out of his damn seat.

"This...is soHOHoho...agh, I cahan't...spEHEak!" Sugishita was between giggling and laughing now. If Umemiya were to pinch him any harder, he would have easily begun to laugh.

"So, what was that right there? You just spoke, dummy," He teased, ruffling the boy's long hair with one hand while snaking his other hand underneath his shirt. He crept to the right side of his ribcage, gently pinching every step of the way.

The boy could barely stop himself from stomping out of his shoes, let alone could he stop himself from full-on laughing.

"OhoKAY, OKAY, I'M SOHORRY!" Sugishita yelped and squealed, his vision blurry and covered by his hair now. He didn't mind the messing of his hair if it meant one less hand tickling him, though. Unfortunately, he jinxed it. The hand in his hair moved to his neck, fluttering across the sides very softly and deliberately.

"This..." Umemiya squeezed his side intently. "...is not about an apology. It's about you...well, like I said, loosening up! Mentally...and maybe even physically," He chuckled, now trying his best to wiggle his fingers into his armpit, which was being covered by his arm.

Sugishita understood what he meant, but whether or not he wanted to actually apply it to his life was a different story. He'd listened to and obeyed everything Umemiya had asked him to do before now, so why was this any different?

"Can you do that for me?" Umemiya asked, leaning his face down to meet Sugishita at eye level. He nonchalantly moved his arm up with one hand and began to flutter his fingertips against the hollow of his bare right armpit with the other. "Hm? Can you?"

Sugishita nodded, now biting his lip until it turned red and he couldn't anymore. He laid his head back against the end of the chair and howled with laughter. The fingers touching his armpit right now were gentle and teasing, which somehow tickled even worse than if they were digging and drilling.

"Nah, that won't do, Sugishita...I need a verbal response," He winked, now wiggling his fingers directly into the center of his slightly sweaty armpit. It was hot in the classroom, and all of this tickling had him breaking a sweat. "Please and thank ya."

The long-haired boy was pounding his feet against the floor and trying to find a place for him to put his hands. If he hit Umemiya, he would surely be sitting there for an hour, but he couldn't hold onto the chair's arms forever.

"Ohokay! OKAHAY, YEHES! Yes, yes, yehehes! I wihill...be loohoose! Lehess mehean! Ohokay?!" Sugishita squealed, shutting his eyes and unrealizingly gripping Umemiya's shoulders.

Umemiya laughed as he felt the boy's hand find his shoulders. He didn't get upset; he honestly thought it was pretty cute. After about thirty seconds more of wiggling his fingers into his armpit for no good reason, other than seeing him smile, Umemiya stopped.

He watched Sugishita brace for whatever was next. Sugishita didn't expect Umemiya to bring his hand out of his shirt, nor did he expect the boy to hold his neck and gently place a peck on the top of his messy-haired head.

"There. Ya earned it. No more tickling." Umemiya smiled, backing away. He extended a hand, and Sugishita immediately grabbed it, pulling himself up. He looked Umemiya in his eyes and smiled. Halfway. Honestly, Umemiya didn't know what it was, but it wasn't a frown, and that's all that he cared about.

"C'mon," Umemiya threw an arm around Sugishita's neck and guided him out of the room. He fixed his hair before they exited the door. "Let's go get somethin' to eat. On me. Consider this a reward."

Sugishita chuckled, naturally. He seemed happy, almost pleased by what he had just gone through. It made Umemiya proud of himself and proud of Sugishita as well.

[tkanzaki]

Gaon's Nightmare

Summary: Mujin and Yebin gang up on Gaon for some ticklish fun (amongst other things), which he gladly endures for the night.

WC: 2.1k

A/N: 70% tickling, 30% self-indulgence! the end includes foot/armpit stuff and slight nsfw

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"Ah...okay, Mujin, wait..."

"Shut...up...gah, stop struggling! Lemme tie these wrists up,"

Yebin sat on the side of the bed, amused by the sight of Park Mujin having trouble tying up such a small guy like Han Gaon. He considered offering him some help, but watching was much better.

"Mm, there we go," Mujin growled, finally tying a perfect knot of rope around Gaon's wrists. He looped some more rope inside the knot and secured his hands against the headboard.

"I can hardly move my hands now," Gaon complained, tugging at the rope to no avail. "Yebin, would you please untie me?!"

Yebin chuckled, patting Gaon's thigh. He scooted closer and pressed a long kiss to his forehead before fiddling with the hem of his shirt. "We should take this off, no?" He questioned, turning to Mujin.

The black-haired man smirked and nodded. He tugged at Gaon's pants while Yebin lifted his shirt. Gaon began to worry as he felt his clothes slipping off... Cold air hit his nipples while he whined and squirmed in place.

Mujin threw a leg over Gaon's waist, straddling him, while Yebin positioned himself beside the man's feet. Gaon knew that the two men who were now eyeing his body weren't going to go easy on him. He could expect an hour of grueling tickling, followed by an hour of, well, other things.

Yebin began to untie Gaon's shoelaces, slowly slipping each shoe off to reveal a pair of surprisingly large soles and two rows of wiggling toes. He didn't bother with taking off his socks. Instead, he carefully dragged his index finger from the top of his big toe, all the way down to the ball of his foot.

Gaon bit his lip, not yet giggling. As he went to shut his eyes, they were immediately shot open by the feeling of two hands harassing his ribcage. Mujin squeezed and scratched, not even giving Gaon a warning.

"Hey, heHEYAHA! MUHUJIN, GAHAH, FUHUCK!" Gaon yelped, scrunching his soles and squeezing his fists, trying anything to eradicate the ticklish sensations on his body.

He bucked his hips, trying to escape...only to turn Mujin on, causing him to grind his bottom down on his crotch. He could've sworn that he also felt those damned fingers squeeze his ribcage even harder than before. Both of these feelings, combined with Yebin's sneaky finger traveling up and down his sole, made him want to scream.

Yebin was now craving more laughter, more of a reaction from Gaon. One finger turned to two, then to three, and so on, until ten fingertips were effortlessly scritching across the lengths of his socked soles.

Gaon kicked his ankles as hard as he could, which wasn't that hard, but it still made Yebin snatch them into an armlock. He now used five fingers to scratch and wiggle across both of Gaon's poor feet.

"I cahan't tAHAke it! PleHEHEase, haHAHAVE MEHERCY!" The brunette begged, running out of body parts to struggle with. All he could do at this point was scream, curl his fingers, or bite his lip. Or, he could just lie there on the bed and take it, but Mujin's fingers were too rough for him to stay silent.

They explored his ribcage, crawling up and down each visible bone until his sides turned a bright pink. He wished to see the same color underneath his arms, which is where he next drilled his fingers.

"AGHAH- My Gohohod, wahaHAIT! NOHOT MY AHARMPIHITS!" Gaon shoved the back of his head back into the soft pillow beneath him, letting out a guttural laughter when he felt two strong thumbs assault both of his sensitive armpits. They massaged themselves in the shape of a circle, then a square, then whatever shape Mujin imagined would make Gaon scream.

Gaon could feel his brain turn to mush as all of these pesky fingers tickled his two most sensitive areas. It was becoming hard for him to stop scrunching up his soles, so Yebin took the liberty of snatching his left row of toes and holding them as far back as he could.

He didn't hesitate to claw his fingertips across the ball of Gaon's socked foot, aimlessly dragging up and down, up and down. Next was the arch of his foot, which Yebin deliberately yanked his socks off for. Now, his feet were bare, helpless, and ten times more ticklish than before.

"Mujin?" The white-haired man left his fingertips on the center of Gaon's foot, but didn't scratch. After a few months of knowing him, Yebin knew exactly how to break the man into pieces. It would take two people and twenty fingers fucking with his feet to break him completely.

"Whaddya...mmf, lie the hell down, Gaon...whaddya need?!" Mujin replied, continuing to dig a thumb into Gaon's armpit. Surprisingly, he now had to use one hand to hold his shoulder down.

"Help me tickle his feet," Yebin spoke as loud as he could to make sure Gaon knew what he was up to. "I know how flustered he gets when his soles are tickled...it'll be a sight to see."

Mujin wasted no time shoving Gaon down against the mattress as a warning to stay on the bed. He hopped off his waist and crawled to his feet, where he took one ankle into an armlock, alongside Yebin, who did the same.

His bare toes wiggled and scrunched in the air, but not for long. Mujin pinched his big toe and pulled it back before leaning down and placing a fat, sloppy kiss right beneath it. This was followed by an even sloppier raspberry, causing Gaon to shake and shout with alarming strength and volume... He seemed to be getting stronger by the minute, but it was unlikely that he'd stop them from what they were doing, even if he could.

Yebin took a different approach from Mujin. He continued to use his fingers, now picking up where he'd left off. Gaon's arch, the area that Yebin knew was horribly ticklish. He teased him, poking the center of his foot with a single finger.

He watched as Mujin started to lose focus of the task at hand...to tickle Gaon. For some reason, Mujin had his head leaned all the way down to the man's toes and was sucking them...? One by one, left to right, then the opposite...he bobbed his head slowly, passionately wrapping his lips around each toe as he sucked.

Gaon had stopped his uncontrollable laughter; he was now just giggling and moaning. Yebin caught sight of a tent growing in his pants...what a freak, he thought.

"Park Mujin...stop being such a horny animal and tickle him!" Yebin demanded. He was annoyed to see that Mujin was tuning him out using the sound of Gaon's moans and groans. They only increased in volume as Mujin began to lap his tongue between each toe, then down the arch, until he stopped to make out (or seemingly eat) with the ball of his foot.

Yebin took his annoyance out on poor Gaon, whose foot was now being roughly scratched by an angry set of fingers. He focused primarily on the man's arch, making sure to scratch every single inch of skin that he could touch before moving upward to the pad of his foot. Here, he slithered his fingers between all five of his toes; an unfortunate parallel to his other foot, which was being pleasured by Mujin's tongue sliding between all five toes.

"Mmm, gah, fuck...fuHUHUck! Wait...mmh, Mujin...Ye-YEHEBIN!" He first moaned, but now screamed with laughter. The sad thing about having his toes tickled was that he couldn't scrunch them, wiggle them, or spread them apart to help the feeling of ticklishness go away. If he did, Yebin would, as he was now, just snatch them and hold them back.

Mujin had completely lost the plot of the situation by this point. He finished making out with Gaon's sole and crawled back up to his waist, where he leaned down and stole his lips with a big, fat kiss. He forced his tongue into his mouth, catching Gaon off guard. He now had to manage making out with Mujin and laughing because of Yebin.

It was manageable, however, because Mujin was a very indecisive person when it came to Gaon. At the beginning, he wanted to destroy him using tickling. Then, he wanted to pleasure him through his feet...followed by his lips. Lastly, he'd moved to holding Gaon's forearm against the bed and lapping his entire tongue across the man's slightly sweaty armpit.

His tongue wiggled into the center of his armpit, causing Gaon to squeal and giggle. It didn't tickle as badly as Yebin's fingers clawing across his toes, but it was still effective in making him squirm.

Eventually, after what felt like an hour of toe-tickling, sole-scratching, and armpit-licking, Gaon had no energy left in his tank to struggle. He'd just lie there, taking whatever the two men decided to give him. He was lucky to find that Yebin, at least, was a merciful guy. A notification from his phone made him aware of the time...they had begun this at 2:45PM, and it was now...4:23PM.

"Mm..." He mumbled under his breath, still annoyed at Mujin for letting his urges get the best of him. This was supposed to be one hundred percent hell for Gaon. Not fifty perfect heaven. "Have you had enough?" He asked, turning to face the man whom he'd been destroying for around an hour and a half.

Gaon nodded, having a hard time speaking while Mujin was nestled underneath his arm. He occasionally switched armpits, not giving one more pleasure than the other.

Yebin sighed and patted Gaon's feet. He stood up, shaking his head at the sight before him. "Mujin," He spoke, but received no response. "Mujin!" Again, no response.

"I don't...m-mind. This..." Gaon mumbled, biting his lip. That same tent in his pants that Yebin had noticed when he was scratching his feet was still there.

"You...don't mind?" Yebin took a seat opposite to Mujin, who had provided no input for forever. "You wouldn't mind this?" He asked, leaning down to Gaon's free armpit.

Gaon bit his lip harder, bracing for whatever Yebin was going to do. He didn't expect him to do just as Mujin was. Now, two hungry tongues were lapping and wiggling inside the hollows of his armpits.

He couldn't complain, for this was much better than what he'd experienced before. Gaon got as comfortable as he could, shifting in place to help give his bulge more room to grow.

Yebin, who was more aware of his surroundings than Mujin, noticed the sudden shifting. He chuckled underneath Gaon's armpit and snaked his hand over his belly, then under his boxers.

"Mm, hey..." Gaon moaned, turning his head to face Yebin, who had stopped licking to watch him.

Yebin had a look on his face, as if he were looking for confirmation or approval. His hand slowly slithered closer and closer to Gaon's cock, which was now twitching with excitement.

Gaon took a deep breath and nodded, immediately having his shaft gripped by Yebin's hand. He began to jerk the man off slowly. This, paired with Mujin's never-ending kissing and licking under his arm, made him feel like he could cum immediately.

However, he held out for as long as he could to please Yebin, who had now continued his original task.

Another hour passed, and nobody had moved from where they were. Sure, Gaon had came thirty minutes ago, but Yebin kept on making out with his armpit and jerking him off. Mujin had slightly moved, resorting to lapping his tongue across his right nipple, but practically nothing had changed.

Gaon didn't necessarily want this to end. He knew that Mujin was frozen in place and wasn't going to stop until he himself wanted to, but Yebin had a bit more sense than that. If he wanted him to stop, he could just turn to the white-haired man and say so...

But, he didn't. Not for another forty-five minutes, that is. After a few moans and a few words to Yebin, Mujin was pulled off Gaon's nipple, and he was free. Yebin untied his wrists and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

The night had ended with some kissing...followed by a few rounds of fucking...and another hour of kissing, but in the end, the two Esper's made sure Gaon was taken care of. A hot bath to soothe his skin and four sexy arms wrapped around his neck and waist while he slept.

He loved every minute of today and planned on fucking with Mujin tomorrow to piss him off, which would likely result in everything happening once again.

[tkanzaki]

Nirei's Notes

Summary: Sakura discovers something interesting in Nirei's notebook and decides to test if it's true.

WC: 1.8k

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"Give...give it back!" Nirei stood on all ten of his toes, extending his arms as high as he could. "This is so mean!" He complained, making tiny jumps that didn't help him reach his destination at all.

Sakura stood in front of the agitated Nirei, dangling his notebook above his head. He'd snatched it out of his hands after he'd given him one too many glances and smirks while writing up a storm.

"You writing somethin' about me? Is that why ya kept snickering in my face?" He teased. Sakura lightly shoved Nirei away and opened up the notebook. He immediately saw his height, weight, and more personal information all scribbled down. "Staaalker," He sung, chuckling to himself.

"I'm not a stalker! It's just some stuff I've learnt about friends...don't make it weird." Nirei huffed and puffed, crossing his arms. One last attempt to grab his notebook was faltered by a swat of Sakura's palm.

Sakura flipped through the pages, ingesting hoards of information. However, one specific page caught his eye. His eyebrows instinctively raised, and Nirei instantly knew what he was looking at.

"Hey, don't read that! Sakura!" He whined, but it was too late. The page was dedicated to, you guessed it, tickling... Secret spots, most effective spots, most ticklish friends, etc... Poor Nirei was worried that Sakura would think he was some sort of freak.

His eyes had widened, but he wasn't weirded out. He was more curious because of one specific paragraph that was dedicated to Nirei himself.

"Akihiko Nirei...ticklish underneath the arms, on the sides, and under the knees," Sakura read aloud, holding back a laugh. He watched as Nirei's face became as red as a tomato.

"I told you...to not-"

"Is that true?" Sakura cut his sentence off. He had begun to creep closer to Nirei, examining him up and down.

"Is what true?!"

"Don't be a dummy, are ya ticklish all over like the book says?" Sakura spat out, gently tossing the notebook to the side. Nirei watched as it plopped on the floor.

"...Yes...? Yes...it's true," Nirei mumbled, looking down at his feet. He heard footsteps before looking back up to see Sakura towering over him...quite intimidatingly. "Why does it matt-ERUH?!"

Nirei yelped as he felt a finger jab his belly, sending a shock up his spine. He tried to take some steps backwards, but Sakura made quick work of the boy. He snatched his wrist and tugged him into his chest.

"Sa-hah, Sahakahura! What are you dohohing?!" He tried to cover his mouth with his free hand, but Sakura grabbed that one, too. He held both of the boy's wrists in his strong hand, watching as he writhed around in front of him. "Lehemme go!"

"Nah," He nonchalantly replied, using his grip to keep Nirei against his chest. He used his left hand to continuously poke at the boy's stomach, gauging his reaction.

Nirei giggled, twisted, and turned. It was nothing too major, but it was enough to leave Sakura wanting more. He wanted to explore the spots that were listed in Nirei's notebook.

The first spot that he decided to attack was the boy's armpits. A simple kick to Nirei's calf caused him to lose his balance, and he was then guided onto his back against the floor.

Sakura quickly threw a leg around Nirei's waist, using his weight to pin the boy down. He still had a tight grip on his wrists, which he lifted over Nirei's head to stretch his upperbody out.

"You're insane! Crazy! This isn't fair!" Nirei shouted, kicking his feet and pounding his heels against the floor. "I will get you back for this, I swear, Sakura-AHA! Gah, I cahan't!" He burst out laughing.

"Yes, you can. Besides, why would you write that you're ticklish underneath your arms if you didn't want somebody to tickle you there?" Sakura grinned, clawing all five of his fingers into Nirei's armpit, which was lightly covered by his shirt. The cloth didn't help the boy's ticklishness at all, but Sakura felt that his tickling would be more effective on bare skin.

He shoved his hand under Nirei's shirt and began to explore underneath his arm. His fingers skittered and pranced up and down the sensitive skin, causing Nirei to buck his hips and bite his lip to not scream.

"I'M GOHONNA GO INSAHANE!" He laughed, curling his fingers into balls and twisting his head side to side. Nothing helped the feeling of ticklishness go away.

Sakura's fingertips were devilish. They didn't know what mercy was. However, Sakura himself couldn't bear to see Nirei cry, which he was on the verge of doing with a single teardrop welling in the corner of his eye.

"One minute," He said, stone-faced. His hand came from under Nirei's shirt, but he kept holding onto his wrists, and didn't come off his waist. "Fifty-two seconds left."

"Wuh-what?! Is this a break?!" Nirei asked, catching his breath. A one-minute break was terrible, but at least it was something.

"Twenty seconds left...nineteen..."

"Okay, okay! I get it..."

Sakura was taken aback by Nirei's sassiness. Just for that little comment, he completely changed his positioning. He crawled over Nirei's head, to Nirei's surprise, and sat his ass down on the boy's forearms. They were completely immobile now, deeming him unable to get up.

"Talking shit gets your ass beat," Sakura growled, slithering his fingertips against the insides of Nirei's arms until he reached the hems of his shirt. He sneakily slid them underneath and began to scratch at the lengths of his bare armpits. From the edge of his ribs to the undersides of his shoulders, he was being destroyed with tickling. "You're lucky I'm only tickling you, dumbass," Sakura 'playfully' threatened.

"SAHAha! Sahakura, whahat is wrohohong wihith yOHOHou?!" Nirei couldn't hold back his laughter. It was loud, high-pitched, and never-ending.

Sakura dug into Nirei's poor armpits for what felt like decades. A layer of sweat had begun to rise, which only made his skin more slick, increasing his skin's sensitivity. Luckily, Sakura was a little grossed out by the sweat on his fingers, so after one last deep scratch, which left Nirei screaming with laughter like a madman, he stopped.

Nirei took a deep breath and sighed, laying his head down to see Sakura kneeling upside-down over him. He leaned down and blew a puff of breath into his face, a stupid smirk caught on his lips.

"Stop that!" Nirei giggled, annoyed by the childish antics. "Thank you...for stopping... Can, uh...can I get up now?" He danced around his words, trying not to trigger Sakura.

Sakura took a few moments to think. His hands rested on Nirei's shoulders, gently massaging them. He didn't notice what he was doing until Nirei let out a small moan of relief.

"Huh? Gah, weirdo..." Sakura teased. "There are still two spots left, dummy. Your lil' notebook said you were ticklish on your sides and under your knees."

He stood up, not afraid of Nirei trying to escape. He was too tired, and one headlock would have him trapped if he did try to get away.

"Sides or knees. Your pick." Sakura spoke, taking a seat on his waist once again.

Nirei put his hands on his face and groaned. He peeked between his fingers to watch as Sakura instinctively held onto his hips, slightly rubbing them. He felt...weird. It was as if he didn't even mind being tickled, especially by Sakura.

"Uh...wherever...you can choose."

"You want me to choose? You're not gonna fight back?" Sakura chuckled, but more surprisingly, he blushed. "Alright, fine. Since you wanna give up...we'll go with these sides." He tugged Nirei's shirt up to his neck, exposing his bare upperbody. Both of the guys' faces were a bright red. Sakura felt his cheeks warm up...he was embarrassed, and could only think to take it out on poor Nirei.

His fingertips pinched Nirei's ribs and sides, up and down, side to side, until he was throwing surprisingly strong punches to Sakura! None of them landed, though. He redirected them to the floor, banging them and laughing as hard as he could.

"Fuhu-FUHUCK!" Nirei cursed.

"Ohoho, you little shit...who're you cursin' at?! Huh?!" Sakura leaned into Nirei's ear, threatening to hold him there for hours until he broke. He drilled his thumbs into both sides of his ribs, starting with the highest section. He moved downward, forcefully massaging those damned thumbs into the middle of his ribcage. Nirei couldn't stand it. "You want more? Yeah? Lil' Nirei wants me to tickle his knees...?"

Those words absolutely broke Nirei. He bit his lip and shut his eyes, wanting to curl into a ball and laugh to death.

Sakura turned around to face Nirei's feet. He pinched the hems around his ankles and lifted his pants up around his thighs, exposing his ticklish knees. Nirei didn't kick or protest...he just lay there, his hands covering his face, waiting for his eventual fate.

He didn't expect to be manhandled, though. Sakura grabbed his waist and turned him onto his belly, now sitting on his ass.

"Ohokay, wait...I can't take too mu-"

"Shuuush, will you?" Sakura interrupted the boy, putting his fingers on the undersides of his knees and forming a claw with them. "This is the last stop. Don't get your feet tickled too, idiot."

Nirei sighed with relief, but had that same breath taken away from him when he felt those damn fingertips attack every inch of his knee. They crawled and crept over the bottoms of his thighs, knees, and even a little across his calves. These spots left Nirei giggling, as opposed to his armpits and sides, which had him screaming.

"Gahah, this sucks! Gehet away!" He chuckled, lightly swinging his feet up and down. "I'll kick you!"

"Kick me and those toes are mine, Nirei. You think I don't know you're ticklish on more than just those three spots?" Sakura blurted out, still gently skittering his fingernails all across the undersides of Nirei's feather-ticklish knees. "Suo had you begging just a week ago. Underneath your toes, right?"

"No! He-hey, how do you know about that?!" Nirei yelped. That was supposed to be his and Suo's little secret!

"I know more than you think I do, Nirei. And now, I know there's one more spot I want to visit before I let you go..."

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"FUHUHUCK, THIS IS HEHELL!" Nirei screamed with laughter as his toes were held back. Sakura's stupid row of fingers was masterful when it came to scratching the spot right under his five toesies.

"You love this. Admit it, and I'll let ya go."

Nirei contemplated admitting it, whether it was true or not. Maybe it was the finger scritching his big toe right now that was messing with his head, but he didn't want this to end just yet.