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Bungo Stray Dogs Coffee Shots #51-60

A collection of the BSD Coffee Shots I've done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories. Many are from my Lemonades Event.

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51) Lee Poe, Ler Ranpo

“Huh? Where’s my last chocolate bar?” Ranpo frowned into the basket between him and his partner, rifling through it as though it would magically make said item reappear from thin air.

Poe frowned back at him, a tiny crease on the corner of his mouth tipping the detective off that he was nervous. “But…you brought three of them. I thought they were for us to share. At least, I assumed one was for me…”

Ranpo stopped his rifling and glanced up very slowly at the taller man, who shrunk back a tiny bit. “You ate it?”

“I thought you said we were sharing this picnic,” Poe defended himself, though that worried crease never vanished. “We split everything else.”

It had been nice, actually. Poe didn’t get away from his work much, so while at first he was stressed that Ranpo was dragging him from his desk and writing tools to enjoy a lunch in the great outdoors, after a while he’d relaxed and actually found himself having a good time. He’d considered himself lucky to have a boyfriend that looked out for him.

But now…

Ranpo closed the top of the very stereotypical picnic basket and blinked. “You know I love my snacks, Eddie.”

“I…I’m sorry,” Poe tried.

“Now I’ll have to tickle you.”

The poor writer barely had a chance to register the wiggling fingers Ranpo was teasing him with before he’d been pushed onto his back on the blanket, said fingers digging roughly into his sides and ribs. He desperately tried to suppress the shriek that rose up in response, but after only a few moments he couldn’t help but toss his head back and cackle into the warm spring air, gripping the detective’s arms as he pleaded, “Nohohohohohoho, I’m sohohohohohohohory, Ran!”

“Not good enough,” his partner said matter-of-factly, though if Poe had been at all coherent he’d have seen the teasing smile on the smaller man’s face. “I won’t stop until I have you snorting with laughter.”

“Whahahahahahaha?! But thahahahahahahat’s embahahahahaharrassing – Rahahahahahahanpo!” Poe tried to squirm away, but his boyfriend plopped himself on his lap to keep him in place, tickling wildly along his ribs, sides, and belly – the trifecta of ticklishness that always had the author begging for mercy. “Plehehehehehehehease, stohohohohohohohohop!”

“You know what I want to hear~”

Then Ranpo found the special spot that made Poe spasm like he’d been electrocuted, his laughter heightening to the point it went silent, followed very shortly by a loud, adorable snort.

“There it is,” the detective said with a grin, slowing to a stop as promised. He chuckled as his boyfriend regained his breath and brushed his bangs from his eyes. “I’m just messing with you, Eddie. The last chocolate bar was for you – I just wanted an excuse to tickle you. You never let yourself really laugh unless it’s just the two of us, you know?”

Poe blushed, bringing his hand up to rest atop Ranpo’s on his cheek. “Thanks, Ran.”

Ranpo grinned with pride and leaned down to kiss him. “Anytime.”

52) Lee Atsushi, Ler Akutagawa

It didn’t take a genius to know that Akutagawa was not the type of man to want to partake in anything as silly and fun as a water balloon fight.

Atsushi decided he was going to try and get him to have one anyway.

It was finally warming up outside after they’d been sequestered indoors due to the weather so much (not that the weretiger was complaining; snuggling and watching movies with Aku had been his favorite thing ever), and he wanted an excuse to go outside and play around with his boyfriend in the bright sunshine.

Akutagawa – predictably – refused. So Atsushi gave him some higher stakes to fight for.

“We’ll each get three balloons – three chances to hit each other. First one to get hit with a water balloon gets tickled by the other. How about that?”

With grim determination and focus, Akutagawa declared war.

The fight had been raging for several minutes now, but thanks to the both of them being so used to each other’s fighting styles and tricks, neither had landed a single hit so far. They both had one balloon left. It was now or never.

“What happens if neither of us win?” Akutagawa asked, seeming unfazed as he stared his partner down.

Atsushi shrugged and grinned. “Then we’ll just have to resort to a tickle fight.”

The mafioso scoffed. “I think not.”

Finally, after another few minutes, Atsushi threw his final balloon – and missed.

Akutagawa gave him a predatory smile. “I do believe I’ve won this war, weretiger.”

“No way! You haven’t hit me yet—”

“But you were the first to lose all three of your weapons. Therefore…” He dropped his last balloon and lunged for him with Rashomon. Since Atsushi had let his guard down and wasn’t prepared, he was easily overpowered and pinned to the ground, at which point his boyfriend fell upon him and began tickling all over with almost excited fervor. “…you lose.”

“Wahahahahahahahait! That’s not fahahahahahahahair! Ahahahahahahahakutagawaaaa!” Atsushi squealed, struggling uselessly in Rashomon’s grip and cackling as his partner tickled him freely all over his worst spots. “You jeheheheheheheherk! This wahahahahahahasn’t the deheheheheheheheal!”

“And what are you going to do about it, weretiger?” Akutagawa taunted, smirking wickedly down at him, squeezing his hips and sides in rapid succession. “Do you intend to fight me off for real? No more games?”

“I juhuhuhuhuhuhust wahahahahahanted to hahahahahahave fun with yohohohohohou!”

“Are you not having fun now?”

Atsushi cursed, which only made the mafioso grin even wider. “You knohohohohohohow what I mehehehe-HEHEHEHEHEANT!! AHAHAHAHAHA NONONO WAHAHAHAHAHAIT, RYU—!!”

Akutagawa chuckled and leaned down to kiss the shell of his boyfriend’s ear, a single finger wiggling into his belly button as he whispered, “I’m certainly having fun, Atsushi~”

53) Lee Chuuya, Ler Dazai

“Hah! See that, Dazai? I made it to first base!” Dazai smirked at Chuuya, whose cheeks instantly matched his hair as he grumbled, “All right, all right. Shut up.”

When their respective bosses had decided to have an exhibition baseball game “just for fun” before the local teams started hogging the practice fields, neither side really knew what to make of the idea. Still, they’d all grudgingly come out to play…and to their surprise, found they were actually having a lot of fun, some minor scuffles and incidents aside, of course.

“I’m surprised you swung at all,” Dazai commented as he watched Higuchi come out from the Port Mafia’s dugout to bat. “You’re so small your strike zone is practically nonexistent. You could have just taken the walk.”

“Fuck off,” Chuuya snapped, shoving at him lightly before taking a foot off the bag and turning his gaze back to the game.

“You’re not going to lead?”

“Not with you playing first baseman.”

“Oh, come on, what do you think I’m gonna do?” Dazai chuckled, shoving at him lightly. “You’ll need all the help you can get to make it to second base, chibi~”

Chuuya shot him a withering stare, though his blush was not lost on the detective. “Shut up.”

“Go on,” the brunette teased, poking the mafioso’s side. “Just a step or two.”

“Don’t,” Chuuya grunted, trying to cover up a snicker. Then he yelped and instinctively tried to shimmy away as Dazai pinched him with more insistence. “Asshole, I have to get back on the bag before your guy pitches again – let me back!”

Dazai conceded and allowed him to tag the base again before Tanizaki wound up for his next pitch, but as soon as that was done, he wiggled a finger into Chuuya’s hip, forcing him off the base again with a slew of giggles.

“Dahahahahazai!” Chuuya watched as Higuchi swung and missed, fighting his way back to the base even as the detective abandoned his glove, grabbed onto his ribs, and started tickling with purpose. “Ahahahahaha, fuhuhuhuhuhuck, stop it! We’re in the mihihihihiddle of something – Dazai!”

Another couple of pitches later, Higuchi struck out, ending the half inning. Chuuya sagged in relief when Dazai let him go, then caught himself and shouted, “Just wait until you make it to third base, bastard! I’ll show you!”

Then he realized what he’d said, and how loud he’d said it, and he slapped a hand over his mouth as if it could take the words back.

On his way past him to get his glove for the outfield, Akutagawa muttered, “Keep your private lives to yourselves, sir.”

Dazai laughed hysterically the entire way back to the Armed Detective Agency’s dugout.

54) Lee Higuchi, Ler Gin

“Ichiyo?”

The use of her first name would have startled Higuchi more if the single word hadn’t broken into the quiet like a clap of thunder, even if it had been whispered. Everything was so silent out here, and she was so tense. She’d have been able to hear a spider crawling on the outside of the tent, she thought.

“Y-Yes?” she stammered in hushed reply.

“Are you nervous, being alone out here with me?”

At this the blonde turned toward her companion, though she could make out nothing but the outline of her sleeping bag in the darkness. “I…of course not, Miss Akutagawa.”

There was a rustling, and Gin sat up. Higuchi was able to see her full outline now – long, flowing hair and graceful curves. She was suddenly grateful for the dark.

“Are you worried that my brother will be angry?”

Higuchi shivered. “No – well…yes, I suppose. But that’s not why I’m—” She cut herself off just before she admitted aloud that she was, in fact, very nervous.

Gin was silent for a moment, and then she was crawling over to where Higuchi lay. “I’m not like him, you know. Not in that way. And if he tries to do anything to you, I’ll kill him myself.”

“It’s only natural he’d be concerned for you, Miss Akutagawa,” Higuchi replied quietly, watching Gin’s every move like a hawk. “You’re the only family he has.”

“How many times must I tell you to call me Gin?”

The closeness of Akutagawa’s sister was nerve-wracking enough even before Higuchi suddenly felt gentle presses into her sleeping bag, searching for an opening. “W-What are you doing?”

Gin found purchase then, and a smile could be heard in her voice as she replied, “This.”

Giggles bubbled up from the blonde’s lips before she could hope to quell them. She slapped a hand over her mouth to muffle herself as Gin gently pinched and traced her ribs, her sides, even her back – anywhere she could reach in the darkness.

“M-Mihihihiss Akutagahahahawa,” she sputtered, blushing furiously, trying to roll over or squirm away but impeded by the very sleeping bag she lay in. “Plehehehehehease!”

“Relax, Ichiyo. I’m the one who suggested this camping trip, remember? It’s all on me if Ryuunosuke gets upset about it.”

“Thahahahahahat dohohohohoesn’t hehehehehelp—”

“Why not?”

“Behehehehehecause…!” Higuchi squealed when Gin found her hips, covering her mouth again and blindly reaching for the other woman. “Ehehehehehe! Plehehehehehease stohohohohohop, Miss—”

“Gin,” Gin insisted, squeezing her hips again.

Higuchi barely bit back a shriek as she finally found her companion’s arms in the darkness of the tent and gripped them for dear life, pleading, “Gihihihihihihin!”

At last the tickling stopped, leaving the blonde gasping for breath and smiling up at where she knew the dark-haired woman was, barely able to regain her thoughts before she felt another kind of tickle – this one the puff of breath on her cheek as Gin leaned down to whisper in her ear.

“Besides, when we’re so far from Yokohama, he can’t stop us from having a little fun~”

55) Lee Dazai, Ler Chuuya

“Chuuya left me all alooooone,” Dazai lamented pathetically, flopping back onto his beach towel with the back of his hand to his forehead like a damsel in distress. “I’ve been so lonely!”

Chuuya, for his part, merely rolled his eyes as he sat beside him on his own towel, still dripping from his dip in the ocean. “Shut up, mackerel. I left to cool down for like, five minutes, tops.”

“So loooooonely!”

The mafioso scoffed, but he was struggling to hide his smirk at this point. He knew Dazai was more interested in soaking up the sun than actually getting in the water on today’s outing – one of their exceedingly rare shared days off – but he couldn’t help but share the sentiment that he hadn’t wanted to be away for too long. They rarely got to see each other outside of fighting on the job; he didn’t want to waste it not being with him.

Still…

“You’re being so dramatic,” he murmured, reaching down to poke Dazai’s exposed ribs. “Did you seriously miss me that much?”

Dazai squeaked and grinned, eyes shooting up to meet Chuuya’s. “You were gone for so long!”

“Again, five minutes at most.” The redhead didn’t even try to hide his smirk at this point, swinging a leg over to straddle his partner’s hips as he trailed his fingers up and down Dazai’s bare torso. “Chill out, would ya? We’re trying to relax today.”

“I ahahahaham relahahahaxed,” Dazai giggled, unsure what to do with his arms as the mafioso tickled him. It was obvious he didn’t want to fight back, but he didn’t want to put his hands up and surrender so easily, either. Instead he settled for waving them around in an uncoordinated and random pattern that had even Chuuya grinning with amusement.

“Idiot,” he chuckled, quickly daring his hands up to scribble in Dazai’s armpits, immediately making the detective settle on a decision and shoot them down protectively.

“W-WAHAHAIT – NOT THEHEHEHERE!! NOT HEHEHEHEHERE!!” he cried helplessly, laughing louder and trying to cover up his mouth with one hand while pushing at Chuuya with the other. “CHUUYA!!”

The redhead smirked but did as he was asked and moved back to a less ticklish spot. “All right, fine. You don’t want everyone to hear how ticklish you are. I get it.”

“Shuhuhuhuhush,” Dazai shot back halfheartedly, giggling contentedly as Chuuya scribbled over his ribs. “Ehehehehehehehe, Chuhuhuhuhuhuuya!”

“Still feeling lonely?” Chuuya asked.

Dazai’s smile was entirely genuine when he replied, “Nohohohohohoho.”

“Good. Then you won’t mind if I get back in the water?”

“Chuuyaaaaaa!”

Chuuya couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m messing with you, dumbass. You know I won’t stop until you’re good and done.”

Dazai decided to use his flailing arms to cover his blushing face in response.

56) Lee Akutagawa, Ler Atsushi

“Tell me you’re not wearing that coat on the beach, Ryu.”

“You know I am.”

Atsushi did know, and despite how out of place he knew it would make his boyfriend look, he understood why he insisted on wearing it. They’d be in a public place, surrounded by potential threats. He needed – wanted – to have it on him.

“All right,” the weretiger conceded, putting his prepacked beach bag by the door and turning to face his partner with a small smile. “But before we go out there and you roast alive inside that thing…can I at least see you shirtless in here?”

Akutagawa paused. He considered for a long few moments, then slowly shrugged out of his black overcoat and draped it gently across the bed. Thin white fingers moved to the top button of his shirt, sliding to each next one slower than the last. By the time he’d reached the last two, he’d stopped entirely, visibly torn.

“Weretiger…”

“It’s okay,” Atsushi said hurriedly, moving to stand in front of him, wrapping his arms around his partner’s waist. “You don’t have to. I’m impressed you got that far, actually.”

Akutagawa seemed to relax, relieved he wasn’t being pressured into taking a step he wasn’t entirely ready for. “One day,” he promised.

“I know,” Atsushi murmured, kissing his cheek. “Don’t rush yourself, all right? Only when you’re ready, Ryu.”

Akutagawa kissed him to show his gratitude, wrapping his arms around Atsushi’s shoulders.

Atsushi kissed him back for a minute, then pulled away and grinned. “You know, you did get most of the shirt unbuttoned.”

“I did.”

“Which means you’ve given me access to most of your upper body.”

“…weretiger?”

Atsushi slipped his fingers into Akutagawa’s open shirt, gently scribbling along his upper ribs, fully prepared for the struggling that would follow. He giggled along with his boyfriend as they collapsed onto the bed together, Atsushi on top, tickling easily and ruthlessly as Aku grunted and whimpered and essentially did everything in his power not to laugh.

“Come on, Ryu,” Atsushi teased softly, grasping his wrists and pushing them above his head when he tried to fight back, his free hand shifting into a half-tiger form with long, unbearably ticklish claws. He raked them gently along his boyfriend’s skin, but it was enough to make Akutagawa very nearly scream as he finally dissolved into raspy laughter.

“Gahahahahahahahaha! Stohohohohohohohop, weretihihihihihiger!” he cried, face lit up in a bright smile despite himself. He struggled uselessly, though it was clear he wasn’t uncomfortable with the situation. Just caught off-guard. “I hahahahahahahahate you!”

“I just want to see you smile,” Atsushi cooed, purposely digging his claws in a little rougher, searching for the ultimate weak spots along the backs of Akutagawa’s ribs, enjoying how his struggling turned more frantic, his laughter more panicked.

“Nohohohohoho, no! Dohohohohon’t – not thahahahahahat spot, plehehehehehehease, weretiger!” Akutagawa begged, eyes alight with something akin to playfulness. Then his partner found the sweet spot, and he arched his back and screeched, “NOHOHOHOHOHO!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA FUHUHUHUHUHUCK, STOHOHOHOHOHOHOP IT!!”

Atsushi smiled lovingly down at him as he writhed and cackled. “But I’m not going to get to do this all day. I want to get my fill now, Ryuunosuke~” He whispered the last word directly in his boyfriend’s ear, knowing it would make him go crazy.

Sure enough, Akutagawa howled with mirth, kicking uselessly and trying to squirm out of Atsushi’s grip, his adorable dimples finally making their appearance. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE, ATSUSHI!! ANYWHEHEHEHEHEHEHERE BUT THEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!!”

Atsushi eventually moved on to tickle other spots, but not before he leaned down to soak up all of Akutagawa’s rare, crazed laughter with a passionate kiss.

57) Lee Tachihara, Ler Chuuya

Chuuya plopped down with the large bowl of popcorn unceremoniously, stuffing a handful into his mouth as he mumbled, “All right, what crap are we watching today?”

Tachihara gave him a look. “Don’t get too excited, now.”

“Tch, what? You always pick bad movies. I’m just bracing myself.”

“Because your movies are so much better.”

“Excuse me for preferring something other than blood and gore horror!”

“That’s literally your life; how can you be so squeamish?”

“It’s because it’s my life that I want something else, asshole!”

Chuuya huffed to himself, but inwardly he couldn’t help but feel giddy at the exchange. He didn’t really have what he’d consider friends in his life; even calling Tachihara anything other than a coworker was pushing it, really, but it was the closest thing he had to any kind of friendly relationship besides that stupid Dazai, and sometimes he just wanted to hang out with the other redhead.

Even if most of their conversations did go like this.

“Fine, what do you want to watch, boss?” Tachihara groaned, reaching for a handful of popcorn.

“Why would I tell you? You always laugh at my choices.”

“Because they’re lame romcoms.”

“Not all of them!” Chuuya protested.

Tachihara smirked. “Well, I guess there was that one time you wanted to try a darker romance and you got more than you bargained for—”

“You shut your mouth!” Chuuya snapped, throwing a handful of popcorn at the other man, who flinched and laughed. Annoyed – but still feeling oddly playful – the mafioso set the bowl aside and lunged for Tachihara, tackling him onto the cushions of the couch and finding purchase in his ribs. “Fine, you want to laugh? I’ll give you something to laugh about!”

“Ah! Nohohohoho, wahahahahait – no fahahahahahair! Don’t tihihihihihihickle me!” Tachihara cackled despite himself, trying to curl up but failing miserably. He squirmed and laughed under Chuuya’s surprisingly gentle onslaught, trying to push him away. “You ahahahahahass! We can wahahahahahatch whatever, just lehehehehehemme go!”

“Maybe I wanna teach you a little respect for your superiors first, Band-Aid.”

“Oh, sohohohohoho orihihihihiginal! Nihihihihice insult – gah, shihihihihihit!” Tachihara arched his back with a shriek when Chuuya dove a hand into his armpit. “Fine, okahahahahay, you win! I respehehehehehehect you! Fuhuhuhuhucker, let me gohohohohoho!”

Chuuya scoffed. “Sounds like you respect me.” But he relented anyway, settling back into his original position and picking up the bowl of popcorn.

Tachihara groaned as he sat up, then swiped the bowl from his boss and stuffed another handful of buttery kernels into his mouth. “I do, you know. Respect you.”

Chuuya yanked the bowl back. “Shut up and pick one of your lame horror flicks, Tachi.”

The other redhead smirked to himself as he grabbed the remote and began to scroll through the options. Being friends with Chuuya was…interesting. But it certainly was never boring, and he liked it that way.

58) Lee Atsushi, Ler Dazai

“I would have to tell you,” Dazai murmured in a low, teasing voice in time with the man on the TV screen, “you have bewitched me body and soul—”

“Dazai!” Atsushi squealed, covering up his blushing face as his partner slid an arm around his waist and pulled him closer.

“And I love…I love…I love you~”

Atsushi burst into giggles. “Shut up!”

“I never wish to be parted from you from this day on,” Dazai teased, whispering into his ear directly now.

“Stoooooop,” Atsushi whined, shoving at his chest and turning his face away, red as a strawberry. He was already flustered enough as it was, but then the brunette leaned into kiss his neck, and he scrunched up into another round of giggles. “Dahahazai!”

The detective chuckled softly, the arm around his waist sliding up to squeeze his side and make him jump in his seat, barely aware of the couple onscreen anymore.

“Isn’t it just so romantic, Atsushi?” he sighed dreamily, kissing his neck and ears and softly squeezing up and down his side and hip. “I do love that word choice. Bewitched. Makes it all sound so naughty.”

Atsushi didn’t even know what to do with himself anymore other than giggle and squirm, but Dazai’s arms around him kept him from even doing the latter half of that. He felt like he would combust, his face was so hot.

“Dahahahahahazai,” he whined. “Plehehehehehehease!”

“Hmm?” The detective hummed innocently, grinning against his jaw as he placed a kiss there. “Don’t you like my affection, dearest?”

Atsushi did – he liked it quite a lot, really – but he always felt so undeserving of it. So when the brunette was showering him with love like this, he didn’t know what to do other than protest and blush wildly. Not that the second one of those was in his control.

“Maybe you’d like it more if there were more tickles?” Dazai teased, bringing his other hand into the mix now, scribbling and squeezing along both of his sides and even up to his ribs now, and Atsushi let out a shriek as he finally toppled over, his partner right behind him, trapping him and tickling him consistently but gently, knowing he wasn’t entirely used to the sensation yet.

“Nohohohohoooo! Dazai, plehehehehehehease!” Atsushi whined, the giggles being pulled out of him making him feel loads lighter despite his reservations.

Dazai grinned down at him. “Please what? You haven’t specified, my love~”

“Dahahahahahazai!”

“Well…if you won’t tell me what you want, I can only assume you mean please keep going, right, dearest?” The brunette leaned down to kiss his cheeks and nose and lips in rapid succession, never letting up on his tickling onslaught. “Anything for you, my adorable Atsushi~”

59) Lee Fyodor, Ler Dazai

“Samyy dorogoy,” Fyodor murmured, seemingly unbothered despite his position. “I know you’re not seriously about to do what I think you are.”

Dazai smirked. “Do you know? Or are you just trying not to beg me?”

“We’re supposed to be stargazing.”

“You are stargazing.”

“Am I?”

“Of course.” Dazai beamed. “What stars could be prettier than the ones in my eyes?”

Fyodor snorted, but the tiniest quirk of his lips was everything to the detective.

Their night had started innocently enough. They’d been taking in the constellations together, Fyodor’s head in Dazai’s lap in a rare gesture of intimacy the Russian almost never allowed. Dazai, for his part, had been murmuring sweet nothings and kissing his fingers and just generally getting him so relaxed that he wouldn’t be prepared for the fast one he inevitably intended to pull.

“The fast one” being forcing Fyodor’s arms above his head and sitting on them so he was trapped in a precarious position, his weakest spots wide open.

“Besides,” the detective said now, beginning his assault without any pomp or circumstance whatsoever. “It’s not like a little tickling is going to kill you or anything~”

Fyodor clamped his lips shut, but it was a useless endeavor and he knew it. Within moments he was giggling helplessly, and within a minute he was cackling, arching his back and kicking his legs in a frantic effort to escape his partner’s devious clutches.

Dazai dug into his armpits with an unfair amount of vigor, relishing the screeches and loud laughter he got for his efforts.

“There now, see? Doesn’t it feel good to laugh, my love?”

“DAHAHAHAHAHAZAI!!” Fyodor nearly screamed, unable to help the cascades of hysterical laughter that flew out of him at the detective’s precise touch. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IT!! POZHAHAHAHAHAHALUSTAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Watching his conniving, brilliant partner lost in the throes of his own mirth like this was heaven on Earth to Dazai, and so he couldn’t quite bring himself to let up so soon. “Aww, but I only just got started, bunny~ I want to hear you beg me, remember?”

Fyodor cursed his name and laughed until he was nearly breathless, writhing and pleading for mercy all the way.

60) Switches Shin Soukoku

There were a lot of things about Akutagawa that Atsushi found cute. His scowl, his smirks, the way he’d sometimes tuck a strand of hair behind his ear only for the wind to immediately blow it back into his face, his dimples – the list went on, truly.

But without a doubt, one of the most adorable things about him was the way he desperately fought to hold in his mirth when Atsushi was tickling him.

He was doing it now – laying on the grass with the weretiger on top of him, one of his hands clamped across his mouth to muffle himself, the other gripping his partner’s shoulder and trying to push him away, his face turning darker red with each passing second.

“Give it up,” Atsushi teased in a low purr that he knew would drive his partner crazy. “You know you can’t hold out forever, Ryu~”

To prove his point, he dragged his fingers down his partner’s bony ribs in a raking motion that made him arch his back and positively cackle from behind his hand.

With a triumphant smirk, Atsushi used his tiger’s strength to rip said hand from his lips and repeat the raking motion, forcing Akutagawa to screech and laugh openly, the raspiness of it making the weretiger’s heart soar.

“Cheheheheheheheater!” Aku accused, both hands trying to push him away now, his mirth apparent and uncontrollable. “We’re in the ohohohohohohopen – Ahahahahahahatsushi!”

“Whaaaaat? We chose a private part of the park on purpose, remember?” Atsushi giggled, digging his thumb into the flesh just below Akutagawa’s ribs.

The mafioso threw his head back and keened, tapping out within seconds. “FUHUHUHUCKING STAHAHAHAHAHAP ALREHEHEHEHEHEADY!!”

With a mock pout, Atsushi did as he was asked and let him breathe, running his hand up and down his thigh instead. “Fiiiiine. But no one saw, you know. I wouldn’t tickle you in public unless I knew we were alone.”

Akutagawa paused, taking an extra second to catch his breath before asking, “Are you sure we’re alone?”

Atsushi brushed his bangs from his eyes. “Of course, Ryu.”

Suddenly the weretiger felt the ground against his back as his partner flipped the script and took up a position on top, grinning downright wickedly as he forced his hand under Atsushi’s shirt to wiggle a finger directly into his belly button.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA WHAHAHAHAHAT?! NO FAHAHAHAHAHAHAIR!!” Atsushi screamed, laughter bursting out of him before he could take a big enough breath to accommodate for it. He writhed on the ground and tried to squirm away, but Akutagawa’s knees were pressed firmly against his hips, keeping him in place as he tickled. “EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE RYUUUUU!!”

“Whaaaat?” Akutagawa mocked, grinning at the hysterics he was producing with just a single finger. “You said yourself no one was watching, weretiger. It’s only fair you take what you dish out.”

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