Molesting digimon FTW!
Title: Touchy-feely
Series Adventure 02, I guess
Characters: Tentomon, Koushirou
Pairings: Tentoshirou
Rating: R-ish?
Word count: 288
Topic: Soft
Comment: Again, I reiterate my firmly established policy of ensuring I go to hell. I entirely and firmly blame this entire story on this image.
Koushirou was not a complete fool. He was perfectly aware that spending every day inside was not the healthiest thing to do. As a result, he and Tentomon would occasionally take an afternoon in the sunniest days of the summer to drop the shirt, kick back, sit down and just enjoy the feeling of the sun on their skin-or chitin, in Tentomon's case.
It was on such an occasion that Tentomon reached over with an arm and poked Koushirou in the side. The teen snorted and covered his side with an arm.
"That tickles!" he protested."What was that for?"
"Your skin... It's different," Tentomon mused.
"You've told me I'm different every single day since we've met," Koushirou joked. "What's the last discovery?"
"It's soft, warm and supple..."
"Yeah, and yours is cold, hard and smooth," Koushirou answered.
At this point, Tentomon was feeling all over his stomach and chest with his lower arms and using the longer ones to keep the human's own limbs out of the way. Koushirou began to squirm. It tickled and felt weird, but also kinda nice and... right at the same time. Tentomon moved behind his back and the insect's orange antennae wrapped over his shoulder.
"Stop that," Koushirou protested weakly, his eyes still closed, as the arms began to massage at his chest. "If you keep that up I won't remain so 'soft' anymore..."
A pair of segmented fingers ran along the line of his chin, pressing gently into his throat. Tentomon's answer, unlike many of Koushirou's, was short and straight to the point.
"Who cares?"
The human pondered that for a second and had to conceded that he had been out-logiced for the first time in his life.
Series Adventure 02, I guess
Characters: Tentomon, Koushirou
Pairings: Tentoshirou
Rating: R-ish?
Word count: 288
Topic: Soft
Comment: Again, I reiterate my firmly established policy of ensuring I go to hell. I entirely and firmly blame this entire story on this image.
Koushirou was not a complete fool. He was perfectly aware that spending every day inside was not the healthiest thing to do. As a result, he and Tentomon would occasionally take an afternoon in the sunniest days of the summer to drop the shirt, kick back, sit down and just enjoy the feeling of the sun on their skin-or chitin, in Tentomon's case.
It was on such an occasion that Tentomon reached over with an arm and poked Koushirou in the side. The teen snorted and covered his side with an arm.
"That tickles!" he protested."What was that for?"
"Your skin... It's different," Tentomon mused.
"You've told me I'm different every single day since we've met," Koushirou joked. "What's the last discovery?"
"It's soft, warm and supple..."
"Yeah, and yours is cold, hard and smooth," Koushirou answered.
At this point, Tentomon was feeling all over his stomach and chest with his lower arms and using the longer ones to keep the human's own limbs out of the way. Koushirou began to squirm. It tickled and felt weird, but also kinda nice and... right at the same time. Tentomon moved behind his back and the insect's orange antennae wrapped over his shoulder.
"Stop that," Koushirou protested weakly, his eyes still closed, as the arms began to massage at his chest. "If you keep that up I won't remain so 'soft' anymore..."
A pair of segmented fingers ran along the line of his chin, pressing gently into his throat. Tentomon's answer, unlike many of Koushirou's, was short and straight to the point.
"Who cares?"
The human pondered that for a second and had to conceded that he had been out-logiced for the first time in his life.