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Tickles (IwaOi)

Fandom: Haikyuu! Characters: Tooru Oikawa | Hajime Iwaizumi Lee!Oikawa Ler!Iwaizumi Summary: Oikawa is being annoying. That's enough. Especially when it's Iwaizumi on the other side.

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(The art doesn't belong to me, I found it on Pinterest, so it's difficult to know who the author really is, but of course the credits are all his. It works very well as a reference for this story.)

"Ouch! Damn…" Iwaizumi brought his hand to his face after being hit again, leaving the court immediately.

"Iwa-chann! Are you leaving already? We're not done training yet!" Oikawa shouted from the other side, waving.

That idiot, had definitely done it on purpose, it wouldn't be the first time. "I'm done for today, I don't have much energy" He said, heading to the locker room.

It didn't take long for everyone else to finish as well, as they were very tired from the excessive training of the last few days. Even after the loss to Karasuno, a stumbling block that had stood in their way in the spring tournament to qualify for the world championships, everyone remained motivated, including the fans, cheering and chasing after Oikawa as they always did. Even so, Iwa left ahead of the others.

"Iwa-chan! Wait for me!" Oikawa called, walking toward him, causing Iwa to turn around with a scowl. "Ahh, you're even more grumpy than usual, what happened?"

"Nothing, I'm just tired" He replied, turning to keep walking.

Translation: he's irritated, Oikawa thought. "It wasn't because of that last shot, was it? It wasn't because I intended to" He followed suit, referring to the messed-up serve he'd made.

"So the others were?"

"That's not what I meant!" Oikawa whined, even though it might have been true. He would never admit it.

"Of course, but it's okay, it's not like I'm not used to it already. In fact, I get more irritated with people who get cheered on by little girls even in training" Iwaizumi said, giving him a deadly glare.

"Ahh, Iwa-chan, no need to be jealous, you should be proud to have a boyfriend as handsome as me" Oikawa hummed, making Iwa snort and walk briskly ahead.

Iwaizumi wasn't particularly talented, but he prided himself on his skill and ability to tolerate Oikawa, as they'd been playing together since elementary school. He was more childish than a toddler when he wanted to be, and Iwa wondered what he was thinking when he agreed to start a romantic relationship with him. Well, he remembered it well, actually, maybe he was thinking with the wrong head at the time.

"Don't ruuuun! I won't be able to keep up with you like this"

Iwa turned around, only to see him limping slightly. "What happened?"

"Oh, it's nothing, it just fell wrong after one of the serves, and now it's a little sore." He reached for him, grabbing his arm for support. "So help me and don't run away from me, okay?"

When they got home, they decided to order something to eat, real food for a change. Afterwards, Iwa finished tidying the kitchen while Oikawa sprawled on the couch, his attention captured by his phone, or at least that's what he thought, since he heard him yell after him when he realized he'd finished tidying.

"Come here with me for a bit"

"You hogged the couch…"

"No problem, I'll put my feet in your lap"

"Oh, I see." Iwa rolled his eyes, but relented, taking the opportunity to grab the remote and search for something to watch on TV, his other hand resting on Oikawa's ankle.

The silence lingered between them for a few minutes, but of course, Oikawa would be the one to break it. "What are you doing?"

"Massage" Iwa replied, his fingers lightly squeezing Oikawa's left ankle. "Does it still hurt?"

"It's so good to see you care about me, Iwa-chan, I feel so important." Oikawa gave a smug smile.

"Tcs…" Iwa grumbled, making as if to get up.

"No, no, no, stay here" Oikawa held him up with his legs. "I'll take your massage, you can give me a foot massage too, okay?"

"Anything else, King?" Iwa asked sarcastically, making him laugh, but he quickly went back to massaging him.

He started at his ankle, squeezing, massaging, pressing, and spreading his fingers along the skin. It didn't take long before he began focusing on his heels, applying a little more firmness there. Then he moved up a bit, pressing the sides of his feet before moving his thumbs up and down the entire length of his soles.

Oikawa closed his eyes in bliss, letting out a long sigh, the perfect amount of pressure being applied to his tired muscles, completely relaxing him. His ankle no longer hurt, but even so, he realized how much he needed that massage after the last few exhausting days of training. He was completely relaxed, at least until he felt Iwa's thumbs begin to make gentle circles along his soles, making him shiver. "I-Iwa-chan.."

"Shhh" He warned, focused on the television.

Oikawa bit his lip, those light touches were tickling him, the sensations becoming more and more noticeable as the seconds passed. He didn't know if Iwa was doing it on purpose or not, but it wasn't long before he started kneading the soles of his feet.

"Be quiet" Iwa glanced at him, able to grasp his reactions and the situation this time. "Oh, why did you ask for a massage if you're so ticklish?"

Oikawa grumbled, grimacing. "It's just that you seemed so eager to touch my feet, so I decided to grant your wish"

"Oh, really? Let me touch them some more, then" He said, starting to finger them.

"Ahhhahahaha! W-Wait, Iwa-chahahahahahan!" Oikawa burst out laughing, immediately trying to pull his feet away from him.

But Iwa was faster, slinging one leg over his ankles to keep them still as he continued his attack. "What happened to all your smug posturing, huh?" He scoffed.

"Ahhahahahhahaha! T-That's not fahahahahair!" Oikawa squirmed, kneading his soles in defense.

But the attack backfired, as Iwa only ran faster and harder over the wrinkles forming on his feet. "Don't make things difficult…"

"AHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOP IT!" Oikawa shook himself, turning around and burying his face in the sofa as he shook his feet as hard as he could.

"Shhh, don't be so loud, the neighbors will complain" Iwa said, unable to stop a smile from creeping across his lips as he slowed his pace.

He watched Oikawa catch his breath as he freed his legs and moved over him, kissing away the light blush that had taken over his cheeks.

Oikawa snorted. "How mean of you to take advantage of me while I'm hurt"

"Don't worry, you'll get over it"

Oikawa couldn't help but laugh. "Let me get back at you then" He took advantage of Iwa's position, straddling his waist, to reach out and dig his fingers into his ribs. "Huh?" He muttered, confused, when he didn't get a reaction.

"Tcs, tcs…" Iwa grabbed his wrists, holding one with his knee and pinning the other against the sofa above his head with his left hand. "You're being very annoying today, Tooru…"

"W-Wait!" Oikawa swallowed hard when he felt him poke his stomach.

"You deserve a punishment" Iwa finished, his fingers lightly climbing his boyfriend's sides.

"No, no, no, no, I'm going to die—hahahahahaha!" He laughed again when his ribs were hit, pursing his lips in retaliation.

"So dramatic and so difficult, but I know very well how to deal with you, Shittykawa…" Iwa spoke, his fingers continuing to climb, dangerously close to his armpits.

"You're so mean, you like seeing me suffer…" He whimpered. "I'm sure none of those girls would treat me like that, Iwa-chan"

Iwa shot him another death glare, followed by a sinister smile. "Oh, really?"

Oikawa felt a shiver run down his spine, immediately regretting his words. "W-Wait, t-that's not what I meant—AHAHAHAHAHA! NO, NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" He burst into another burst of laughter when he felt the fingers moving in his armpit.

Iwa knew he was sensitive, always poking him to keep him in line, but this was the first time he'd heard him laugh like that, and he was going to enjoy it a little longer. "Apologize"

"S-SOHOHOHOHORRY-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

"It's hard to understand with you laughing like that, Tooru, try a little harder" Iwa said, not missing the opportunity to mock him.

Oikawa writhed in frustrated laughter, his hand desperately slapping against Iwa's knee, as if giving up a fight. "SORRY, I'M SORRYAHAHAHAHAHAHA! P-PLEASE!"

As much as he was enjoying himself, Iwa knew when to stop, but he didn't let go of him, watching as he caught his breath and wiped a small trail of tears from his eyes.

"How cruel, Iwa-chan, I didn't know you were that sadistic" Oikawa said, only to hug himself when he saw his warning look again, expecting another attack. "B-But I deserved it, so it's okay"

"Even if you weren't, you'd get over it" Iwa bent down, placing a kiss on his forehead.

"Rude!" Oikawa whimpered again, grabbing him in a hug. "But you're really angry, aren't you? Tell me what happened" He kissed the top of his head.

"I'm not angry, just thoughtful. That game with Karasuno won't leave my mind, it was our last chance" He murmured.

"I know, I've thought about it a lot too…" Oikawa sighed. "But we still have some time ahead of us, so let's make the most of it" He smiled.

Iwa lifted her head to look at him. Oikawa was annoying, but when he smiled, he could be even worse. It turned out, it wasn't just the legions of girls and fans he charmed.

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Tickles (PYNCH)

Fandom: The Raven Cycle Characters: Adam Parrish | Ronan Lynch Lee!Adam Ler!Ronan Summary: Adam has been feeling very restless and it has been affecting his mood in a number of ways, so Ronan decides to help him relax in a rather peculiar way.

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This story is a brief continuation of part of the short story "Opal". The highlighted part was even taken from there.

What the hell, Parrish? I was just about to leave to pick you up. Who gave you a ride?

I walked.

Ha ha. — Ronan’s real laugh didn’t sound like a ha ha, but this wasn’t his real laugh. When Adam didn’t explain the joke, he said, Walking. From where?

From work. — Adam had stopped joking and instead kicked off his shoes and then his socks before sitting at the round table in the kitchen.

From work. What. The. Hell. I told you I was going to pick you up.

I needed to walk. — Adam rested his head on the table.

As Ronan poured water from the sink into a glass and set it on the table as if he were going to bore a hole in the wood, Opal reached under the table to poke at Adam’s bare feet. Legs that ended in feet were strange and interesting to her. Adam’s feet were long and hairless and looked vulnerable. The bones in his ankles stuck out like the bones in his wrists, as if his feet were very strange hands. There was lint from his dark sock clinging to his skin, and it came away in a single thread when Opal rubbed it.

“That wasn’t the only place you tried,” Ronan said, continuing an earlier conversation.

“But it was the one I wanted most. Opal, stop.”

Ronan stuck his head under the table and met her gaze.

“For God’s sake. Get a jar and go outside and catch twenty fireflies. Don’t come back until you’ve caught twenty.”

Ronan said, following Opal to the door and watching her sneak into the woods. When he turned around, turning his attention to Adam, he was no longer there, he had gone upstairs to take a shower.

Ronan picked up Adam's sneakers and socks, noticing how worn they were, to leave them at the door. Where was that idiot thinking, walking such a distance?

He couldn't say what Adam was thinking, but he knew what his own was. 'Opal, stop,' the sound of Adam's wavering voice added to the way his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes narrowed and a crooked smile transformed his lips, couldn't get it out of his head, it was intriguing how he found that reaction cute. Not that Adam was a serious guy, but this college thing had messed with him a lot, changing his mood and making his expressions be reduced to a serious or pouty face all the time. It wouldn't hurt for him to relax a little.

With that in mind, Ronan went upstairs too, entering the shower right after Adam and when he came out, wearing shorts and his standard black tank top, he leaned against the door frame, staring at his boyfriend.

"Not today," Adam began as he sprawled out on the bed. "I'm really tired."

"Yeah, if I hadn't walked so much…"

"Shut up, Lynch." He rolled his eyes.

"Rude." Ronan walked over to climb onto the bed. Adam had one arm resting on his forehead, lightly covering his eyes, but discreetly watching his every move. "I'm usually the grumpy one, so let me be helpful and help you relax"

"Helpful, huh.." Adam grumbled, a slightly suggestive expression on his face at the same time.

"What a dirty mind, Parrish.." Ronan smiled. "I just thought you'd like a foot massage after that… long walk." He emphasized, using a slightly firmer tone on the last two words as he touched Adam's feet.

Adam pulled his legs back, surprised by the touch. "No need, it's not that bad…"

"I insist." Ronan pulled them back, bringing Adam's feet to his lap and squeezing them lightly.

Adam shifted, a little uncomfortable. He appreciated Ronan's initiative, besides being one of the few who knew him beneath his extremely wild layer, but he wasn't used to this kind of touch, strange sensations running through his body. "Y-You really… don't need to.."

"Shut up, Parrish." Ronan said and Adam let out a nasal laugh, it was an argument he wouldn't win.

Ronan started by lightly squeezing Adam's feet, exploring the tense and sore skin, before running his thumbs along the entire length. Adam couldn't deny that it was very relaxing, even though it also hurt a little, he had certainly underestimated that distance.

But he had underestimated Ronan's skill even more. "You're good at this, Lynch"

"And at everything I do" He said. "You could pay me back by wiping that scowl off your face."

Adam rolled his eyes. "It's the only scowl I have."

"Really? That's not what I saw down there.." Ronan said, holding his right ankle and running the nail of his index finger along the sole of it.

Adam practically choked, immediately kneading the sole. "No.."

"Um, you need to be more specific.." Ronan said, a wry smile on his lips. And he didn't even give Adam time to respond before he started fingering him.

"Ahahahahahahaha no, nohohohohoho" Adam tried to pull his leg away, as he tried to free his ankle from Ronan's grip with his other foot.

"No what? Be specific, Parrish.." He continued, moving up along Adam's sole with light but precise movements.

Ronan was a good tease, Adam had to admit that and he suspected that growing up with two brothers, one older and one younger, had something to do with it. "Stohohohohohop, stop thahahahahahat!" He practically rolled over in bed, managing to free his ankle. "Damn it, Lynch" Adam gasped. "What's gotten into you?" He glared at Ronan, only to see the amused expression on his face and recoiled, soon realizing he was screwed.

"This is for your own good." Ronan informed him, grinning at the sight.

"No, no, no, Ronan, don't-" Adam was laughing before he could even begin, his heels and elbows digging into the mattress in a desperate attempt to escape and scramble away, but Ronan was faster.

"It's 'Ronan' now, is it?" He chuckled, dipping his fingers into his belly.

Between his mother's indifference and his father's spankings, Adam had little experience with affection, he'd never been tickled properly and wasn't sure how to act. Ronan's fingers shifted places and his hands tried to grab them, but they couldn't hold him back for long, turning everything into a mess of flailing limbs.

Ronan looked pleased, straddling Adam's hips, his hands everywhere he could reach as he reduced him to a laughing, incoherent mess. The giggles that bubbled from Adam's throat were like music to his ears.

"R-Ronan, Ronahahahahahahahan" The slight blush on his face, his hair all disheveled and the shine that a small trail of tears brought to his eyes, seemed to make Adam even more beautiful. Ronan found himself admiring, a blush rising to his cheeks.

He had never laughed so hard and when Ronan rolled off of him, Adam was panting and even though he spent the rest of the night cringing whenever Ronan moved towards him a little too quickly, in anticipation of another attack, he found that he really didn't care if he did it again, maybe he really needed to laugh and relax a little.

When they finally decided to sleep, Ronan buried his nose in the crook of Adam's neck, making him cringe in anticipation of another attack again, but he just stayed there, inhaling his scent. "I'll do it again soon, no need to be so anxious" He whispered, the smile completely transparent in his voice.

Adam couldn't help but laugh at that. "Dream on, Lynch, dream on…"

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Tickles (SatoSugu)

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen Characters: Satoru Gojo | Suguru Geto Lee!Gojo Ler!Geto Summary: Geto discovers something interesting about his boyfriend.

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(The art doesn't belong to me, I found it on Pinterest, so it's difficult to know who the author really is, but of course the credits are all his. It works very well as a reference for this story.)

"I'm home" Satoru Gojo said, trying to put a minimum of excitement in his voice, as he closed the apartment door behind him.

The day was very busy, the week actually. Okay, maybe the whole month.

The number and level of curses seemed to grow more every day and as he and Geto were the only special level sorcerers in the Jujutsu School, they had the hardest work. They weren't working as a team, barely managing to meet up throughout the days or do anything other than collapse in bed due to exhaustion at night, so Gojo was a little surprised when he arrived and found him in the kitchen, preparing dinner.

"Ah, Satoru, I didn't hear you arrive" Geto approached to kiss him.

"Are we celebrating something?" Gojo gestured towards the pots on the stove.

"Are you complaining?" Geto crossed his arms.

"No, not at all, the smell is wonderful by the way" He pulled him in for another kiss. "But aren't you tired? We could order something, no problem"

"No, it's okay, I arrived early today and I felt like cooking" He smiled. "And you, are you okay? Your face looks horrible"

Gojo opened his mouth in a forcedly offended expression, making Geto let out a low laugh. "I'm just tired, hungry and there's no way my face looks horrible, Suguru"

"Hmm, maybe I can agree with that" Geto pinched his cheek. "Take a shower, we're going to dinner now"

That's what he did and after they had dinner and Gojo washed the dishes, he collapsed on the sofa next to Geto, throwing his legs over his lap, while he watched something on television.

Gojo was quiet, quieter than usual and Geto noticed that. "Are you really okay?"

"Yes, yes" Gojo covered his mouth, yawning.

"Aren't you in pain?"

"A little, on my lower back and feet, but that's okay, it's not a big deal, it's just because I barely stopped today, I just need a good night's sleep"

"I can give you a massage, taking advantage of your feet monopolizing my lap" He squeezed them, gently.

"Oh no, no need to bother" Gojo tried to pull his legs back, only for Geto to keep a firm grip on his ankles.

"Helping you relax isn't a hassle at all" Geto smiled, making Gojo blush, at the same time as he gently pressed his feet back into his lap, in an exploratory way.

Gojo couldn't deny that it was very relaxing, the tension he felt disappeared within a few seconds. But he also couldn't help but shudder whenever he felt the fingers moving along his soles, a tight smile appearing on his lips. "Y-You really don't need to.."

"Shhh, this part is really good" Geto ignored him, without taking his eyes off the TV and without stopping his movements.

He had started by simply squeezing Gojo's feet lightly, in order to relieve the initial tension, and now he was sinking his thumbs into the skin, running the entire length of the soles with circular movements. Gojo managed to relax, even letting a moan escape his lips, but when Geto softened his movements, letting his nails lightly brush the center of his sole, he couldn't help but flinch. Geto didn't seem to notice, he was too engrossed in whatever he was watching and continued with the movements.

"S-Suguru.." Gojo said, as he squeezed the soles of his feet, trying to pull his legs back.

"Stop moving so much.." And it was only then that Geto looked at him and saw him covering his mouth with his hands, a strange expression on his face.

"That's great, you can stop now" He tried to hide it.

"No way.." Geto didn't realize it right away, but after he looked at his own hands and Gojo's tense posture and expression again, it all made sense. "NO WAY"

"S-Suguru-"

"You're ticklish!" He spoke, a little more enthusiastic than Gojo expected.

"Yeah, maybe a little.." He blushed, looking away.

"How come I never noticed before?!" Geto ran his fingertips along the sole of his foot, this time purposefully tickling it.

"Ah! Aahahahahahaha don't do thahahahat" Gojo tried to pull his legs again.

Geto was delighted and repeated the movements, seeing his boyfriend laugh and shrug his foot away, as he tried to free his ankle from his grip with the other foot. He then grabbed both of them in a headlock, tickling them and eliciting a louder laugh from Gojo.

"AHAHAHAHAHAA, SUGURU! Nohohohoho hahahahahahaha" He moved more, trying to reach Geto's arms as he was overwhelmed by the sensations.

Geto stopped after a few seconds and moved over Gojo, their faces very close to each other and kissed his cheek. "So cute"

"How I hate you.." Gojo said, breathing a little labored. "And isn't it cute!"

"Of course it is," Geto smiled. "so that's why you flinch when I do that?" And he buried his face in her neck.

"Hey! Ahahahahahahaha stop ihihihit" Gojo flinched as he felt the hot breath and the trail of kisses that Geto left along his ear and neck.

This only encouraged Geto to repeat the movements on the other side, making him laugh beneath him. And it was only when he started poking him back that Geto stopped, after all, he was also sensitive. He lay down next to him, stroking his white hair, with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Damn, Suguru.." Gojo said, trying to sound serious, but his heavy breathing, flushed face and messy hair didn't make him very convincing. "You said you would help me relax!"

"And it didn't help? Laughing a little?" Geto smiled, that damn smile that made Gojo want to kiss him until he lost his breath.

"N-No!" He huffed, looking away again.

"Ahhh, so you need a little more?" Geto's expression changed to something that looked like innocence and cynicism at the same time and before Gojo could react, he was already straddling his waist.

"Don't you dare.. Suguru don't you dAHAHAHAHAHAHARE" Gojo burst into new laughter when he felt Geto's fingers dip into his belly.

The brunette smiled, seeing his boyfriend laugh and squirm beneath him. Gojo wasn't a serious guy, but that was the first time he saw him genuinely laugh like that, he wanted to mark that moment well and repeat it if he had the opportunity. "See how cute it is? You're ticklish everywhere"

Gojo continued to laugh, even though Geto wasn't launching an all-out tickle attack on him. He could also easily push him away and make him stop, but it was Geto, so he didn't care, he loved seeing his boyfriend having fun and smiling like that.

But not that much either. "Ahahahahahahaha that's enough.. that's enough.." He held his wrists and soon Geto got off of him, laying down next to him again.

"Very useful information, I will use it wisely"

Gojo couldn't help but laugh at that. "Don't talk like you're not ticklish too" He poked him armpit, making him squirm away. "And of course I will also take revenge"

Geto grumbled, making an ugly face but internally he thought the idea of a tickle fight was really good, only to see Gojo losing. But that would wait for another time, as they soon fell asleep curled up in each other's arms.

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Breaking Down Holland (A Dark Shade of Magic Tickle Fanfic)

Fandom: A Dark Shade of Magic (V E Schwab) Characters: Kell Maresh | Holland Vosijk Lee!Holland Ler!Kell Summary: Red London is in chaos, everyone is fighting to purge evil, and more than ever the Antari are needed. Even though he doesn't trust Holland, Kell needs his power and will use a somewhat unusual means to convince him to help.

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(The picture doesn't belong to me, It's just a reference.)

"You told me once," Kell said "that you were either the master or the slave of magic. So which of the two is it now?"

"That's what you don't understand" Said Holland "I was always just the slave"

"Holland," Kell sighed. "It's chaos outside, we're losing so all help is welcome. It's the least you can do after all, help us have a little hope"

"Hope for you and your London" Holland didn't change his tone but the harshness was clear. "I just want to stay here and sink into the void, now leave me"

"No" Kell came closer. "You will help, even if I have to make you"

"Go ahead" Holland leaned his head against the wall. "I've felt a lot of pain, I don't care anymore"

"As much as part of me really wants to hurt you, I won't" Kell controlled his chains, so that Holland went to the ground. "I thought of something else"

"And even?!" Holland didn't show it but he was a little surprised. He was sitting on the floor and felt the chains wrap around his wrists and ankles and anchor themselves to the floor. "Well, at least this way is more comfortable"

"Makes it easier for me too" Kell sat down in front of his feet and began to remove his boots and socks.

"What are you.." Holland couldn't hide the confusion in his expression.

"You are so used to painful touches, but what about softer ones? Have you felt them?" Kell asked, with an amused expression on his face.

"I don't know where you're going with this, I just..." He stopped talking and stiffened when he felt Kell's finger run over his sole.

"Oh, what was that?" Kell scoffed and repeated the movement, seeing Holland try to pull his foot back. "Looks like you're sensitive".

"Tickle me? You can't be serious" Holland tried but failed to hide the uneasiness in his voice. "I thought you had more urgent things to deal with"

"I really do, but I need your help and you don't want to collaborate" Kell ran his index finger up and down Holland's right sole. "So I'm going to convince him"

"S-Stop it!" Holland's breathing became shorter as he tried to keep the smile away from his lips.

"I wasn't too sure this was going to work" Kell used all five fingers now, fingering him. "But it's really impressive how these light touches affect someone as serious and cold as you"

"L-Leave me alohohohone" Holland couldn't hold back his laughter any longer, feeling how Kell's fingers ran from the heel to the base of his fingers. "Ahahahahahaha stop!"

"Of course, as soon as you decide to help me" Kell used both hands now, one on each sole, increasing the intensity of the touches. "I don't want to take you in chains or have to watch you all the time"

"Ahahahahahahahahahaha shit" Holland was caught completely off guard by this, he didn't even remember the last time he felt something like this. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO!" He reacted more abruptly when Kell focused on his arches and toes.

"Oh, what an interesting reaction, is that a good spot?" Kell dug harder into his arches, reaching the bottom of his fingers and diving between them.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA DAMN YOU!" Holland exploded and despite his effort to keep his fingers suppressed, he couldn't stop Kell from having access to those sensitive areas. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP THAT! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"You know, you look so much better this way" Kell watched as a blush appeared on Holland's pale cheeks as his feet swayed and his body flexed in response to his movements.

Holland didn't know how to deal with it, he was supposed to be able to free himself but the tickling made him even weaker, it wasn't like he was going to win a fight with Kell in that state either. He kneaded his soles thinking it would help lessen the sensations but it just required more effort and feeling Kell's fingers traveling and exploring every sensitive spot on his feet was disconcerting, after all, he never realized how sensitive he was.

Kell continued like this for a few more moments before pausing. He rested his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands, watching as Holland caught his breath and resumed his posture.

"Are you done with this nonsense?" Holland tried to face him but he was still recovering. His face had gained a little color, his hair was disheveled and his breathing was labored.

"No, but that seemed a little intense for you, I wanted to let you breathe before continuing, I'm not going to take it easy" Kell rummaged through his coat pockets and took out a long, stiff quill.

"Then that's it?" Holland said with disdain.

"Yeah, I'm curious to see how you'll react" And with that said, Kell began to stroke the feather along Holland's left sole.

"A-Ah!" Holland's breathing hitched the moment the feather made contact with his sole and as much as he tried to convince himself that it wasn't that bad, he quickly realized how wrong he was. "aaahahahahaha"

Kell was pleased that this method was also effective, noticing how Holland pursed his lips as he tried to contain his laughter. "Is a single feather enough to break you?! How curious"

"S-Shuhuhuhuhuht up!" Holland bit his lip trying to stifle his laughter as he wriggled his foot away. "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOT THAT!" He screamed when Kell began to pass it between his toes.

"I told you I wouldn't take it easy" He smiled, satisfied. "You can end this whenever you want" Kell moved the feather along the base of Holland's toes, alternating between dipping between them and taking his time as he sawed each of the sensitive spaces.

"NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO KELL STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!" Holland closed his eyes tightly, shaking his head.

"Not yet? Let me be more convincing" And he used his free hand to scribble his fingers on Holland's other sole, combining the methods.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO NOAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!" He wasn't going to last long.

"Begging won't help" Kell dug firmly into her arches with his fingers. "As much as I'm amazed to hear"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OK, OKAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAY" He screamed.

"Ok what?"

"I'LL HELP YOU, I'LL HELP! AHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE! STAHAHAHAHAHAP THAHAHAHAT!" Holland finally gave in and Kell stopped.

"You made this difficult, but I'm glad you agreed" Kell moved the chains to free him.

Holland stayed there for a few moments before retracting his legs and standing up. "And what makes you trust me?"

"I don't trust, but I could very well throw you here again and maybe tell the king about it and ask for a public "punishment" for you, with special participation from everyone who wants to have fun with you" Kell looked at him with a slight smile on the lips.

"Y-You wouldn't dare..."

"So we understand" Kell held his arm and led him out of the cell. "Let's go, we leave early tomorrow"