Evil Tickler of Doom
“No! Harry no! Get away from me! I hate you! AAHH! Why are you torturing me like this? No! Get off!”
Harry had a feral look in his eyes as he leaned toward Draco. He straddled the other man’s hips and brought his hands up. “Fear me for I am…The Evil Tickler of Doom! Mwahaha!”
“NOOOOOOO!”
Draco struggled against Harry’s weight, squirming to get away from the clutching hands. “No! Haha! No! Get off! Ahha! No!”
“I see your smile! Ha! The Evil Tickler of Doom triumphs once again!”
“Well-haha-you’ve proved-mmph-your point-urgh-now! GET OFF!”
“No. Promise me something!”
“Anything! Just STOP! Agh!” Draco was now convulsing from the sensations.
“That we can do this more often. I kind of like having you under me.”
“Anything but that!”
“Nope. You already promised!” Harry stopped his torture. “Besides, now I have you at my mercy. I think I’ll keep you this way for awhile.”
He lowered his head to meet Draco’s lips with his own. Maybe he wasn’t such an evil tickler after all.