Ler! Mydei X Lee! Phainon
tickle fic for @xtokxyo cuz they noticed there's a criminal lack of ler mydei and lee phainon
btw I have never played hsr so this is probs super OOC of them idc
The past week had been unnaturally quiet. While usually, Mydei wouldn’t mind being left alone in the baths, it was very different when he himself hadn’t wanted this silence. Phainon had gone on a side quest with the Trailblazers since one week ago now, and Mydei was starting to feel some kind of loss. When Stelle had asked that annoying brat to come along on one of their adventures, Phainon had immediately perked up and joined her, looking the part of the overeager puppy. Mydei could still picture the way Phainon’s back looked as he boarded the Express, the way that dumb ahoge bounced on his head even as he didn’t give one look back to the blonde. Strangely, it made a weird pang go through Mydei’s chest.
The water was too cold as Mydei submerged himself in the baths for the first time since Phainon left. He didn’t usually care to go to the baths if he wasn't sparring with his idiot rival, but for some reason this evening was different. He felt a weird longing for the usually warm water. He grumbled quietly as he tried to get the water to the perfect temperature, but it somehow was always too cold. Usually, Phainon was the one to set the temp on their baths, the white-haired man more sensitive to the cold. As he cursed and fiddled with the faucet, a sudden slamming of doors followed by a cold gust of wind made him jump up. He whipped around, ready to scold whoever it was that had dared interrupt his sacred bath time. To his confusion, he was no one. He looks left, then right, but nothing is out of place, except the thrown open doors. As he looks up, that’s when he sees it. Or rather, sees him. In a flurry of white and gold, a wild Phainon has thrown himself at him. The white-haired man crashes into the blonde with a shout of the other’s name, both of them landing into the lukewarm bath water with a loud splash.
“Mydei!” Phainon chuckles, his arms wrapping around his rival's back. “I was looking everywhere for you! What are you doing here? Thinking of me, I bet.” He snickers, already standing up again to shed his heavy clothes for a more bath-appropriate attire. Mydei sits there, soaked from head to toe, blinking owlishly up at the other. “You-” He rasps, before his face scrunches up and he scowls. “You brat! What’s wrong with you, seriously!?” He grabs his half naked rival, yanking him back down into the water with a grunt. Phainon laughs wholeheartedly, bracing for a punch to his side from the angry blonde. Instead, strong tattooed arms wrap around his waist, pulling him closer to a tanned chest that’s heaving from surprise and another more complicated emotion. The blonde buries his face in the other’s neck, hugging him as tight as he can. “You could’ve told me you’d leave for so long. And you could’ve called before barging in!” the blonde scowls, eyebrows furrowed as he breathes down the white-haired man’s neck.
“Mydei, come on, what is this? I wasn’t even gone that long.” Phainon huffs, but there’s a fond smile on his lips, and his pale cheeks are flushed a light pink. His toned arms wrap around the blonde’s shoulders, fingers gently tugging at the long hair until Mydei pulls back to look at him. “I take it you missed me?” He purrs, but his teasing voice falters as Mydei’s fingers tighten on his waist. He squirms a little in the other’s lap, his eyes looking away from the glaring face of the prince beneath him. “I’m sorry-” He tries to say, but he interrupts himself as Mydei’s fingers skim higher up his sides. He gulps, his fingers twitching in Mydei’s hair. He has no doubts the blonde doesn’t realize what he’s doing, but he can’t risk the tattooed man finding out his biggest weakness. “Just put me down, alright? I’ll tell you every-”
“No.” The blonde interrupts, glowering up at Phainon. He can’t believe this. That brat leaves for an entire week, putting their sparring sessions on hold for who knows what, and he dares come back like nothing happened, like Mydei didn’t actually miss him this whole time? Mydei won’t stand for it. “I don’t want to know. I don’t care who needed your help or how you saved the day.” His strong hands leave Phainon’s sides, moving to his back. The white haired man breathes a sigh of relief, only to be interrupted by his own choked squeal as one of Mydei’s nimble fingers press on the spot right above his tailbone. “M-Mydei, where are you touching-” The white haired man gasps, looking less like a seasoned warrior and more and more like a blushing maiden. “Phainon.” The blonde grumbles, eyebrows furrowing. “Let me touch you.”
Phainon’s eyes widen, his blush deepening, his lips parting slightly in surprise. “I, uh… I mean, sure…” He sputters, trying not to wiggle too much and annoy his rival even more. Mydei lets out a huff of approval, his hand not trailing over Phainon’s back moving to hold his upper leg, index roaming over the inside of the man’s thigh. “I can’t believe you just left like that. What could’ve possibly possessed you to not even say goodbye?” The blonde huffs, nuzzling back into the white haired man’s neck, breathing down against his collarbones and making his skin prickle with goosebumps. “Trailblazers needed m-” Phainon tries to explain, but Mydei’s hand on his back spiders a little higher and his sentence turns into a surprised giggle. “It was a rhetorical question, deliverer. I don’t want to know.” He grumbles, hoisting his rival up and sitting him down on the edge of the bath. His strong arms wrap around Phainon’s waist, and he pushes his face against the other’s navel.
Phainon practically recoils in shock at the new level of affection, his ears now sporting a dark red blush. He can feel Mydei breathing heavily against his belly button, his shoulders heaving slightly. The white haired man almost wonders if he’s actually crying. But before he can even think of asking, he feels Mydei take a deep breath, cheeks puffing up against his skin, before he releases all the air in his lungs with a loud -ppfffftttt!- that makes Phainon practically jump out of his skin with a screech of surprise. “M-Mydehehei!” He giggles uncontrollably, trying to kick the blonde away unsuccessfully. Mydei’s hands are strong and unyielding, keeping him pinned as the prince takes another deep breath, moving his lips just a little higher this time. “W-wait, please this isn’t-” The white-haired man tries to bargain, but it dissolves into a fit of laughter as his rival blows another loud raspberry over his belly button. “This isn’t fahahahair!” He whines between raspy, squealing breaths, his hands fisting into Mydei’s hair as he halfheartedly tries to pull him off.
When Mydei finally pulls away from his stomach, face a little flushed and his lips quirked into an unusual smirk, Phainon can swear he sees him lick his lips in satisfaction. “What the heheheck was that…?” The white-haired man asks, his speech still a little slurred from the giggles still bubbling out of his throat. “A punishment.” The prince answers with a fond huff, his fingers moving from Phainon’s hips to trail on his sides teasingly. “Or a reward, depending on how you take it.” He taunts, gently pinching one of the other’s sides between his thumb and his four other fingers. ”Y-You!” Phainon stammers at the teasing words, squirming away from the roaming fingers. Mydei chuckles under his breath, hands moving up and down the deliverer’s sides, tickling and teasing. “You ahahaHASSHOHOHOLE!” Phainon squeals, kicking and screeching at his rival’s unrelenting assault.
It’s only when thick, pearly tears start to roll down his cheeks that Mydei slows down, cupping his face in one hand and wiping away his tears, even as his fingers continue to poke and pinch at Phainon’s most sensitive places, albeit way more gently now. “Good boy.” The blonde murmurs, his thumb stroking Phainon’s cheek. “I hope you’ll think a little more before leaving me without a goodbye again, deliverer.” He purrs, pulling his rival into the bath with him again, the water now perfectly warm. “Y-yehehehes, I will…” Phainon giggles, leaning his head in the crook of Mydei’s neck as he gulps down deep breaths, his squealing laughs dissolving into the quiet, happy giggles of a man fulfilled.
