Fic: Ticklish
Title: Ticklish
Pairing: NaoxTsurugi
Bands: alice nine. x Sadie
Author: tofusama
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Artists own themselves, respectively.
Prompt: # 11 Writer's Choice - Knismolagnia
Beta: onesquishedcat <3
He shuffled a little closer to Nao's side, leaning against his shoulder and sighing softly as he felt the drummer's hand slip around his waist. Tsurugi's eyes were glued to the screen in front of them, as were Nao's, though whatever it was they were watching wasn't all that exciting, and after awhile, the blonde could feel himself drifting. He'd almost fallen asleep when he felt the skin just above his hips prickling. He blinked a little lazily, turning his head to see the sensation was actually caused by Nao's fingers, stroking at the exposed skin lightly.
Tsurugi squirmed a little, scrunching his nose. "You're tickling me," he whispered with a pout, and Nao blinked, tearing his eyes away from the screen to look at his lover, his fingers stilling. His lips quirking a little, he brushed his fingers again across the strip of bare skin, and Tsurugi let out a soft squeak, wriggling a little. "Naooo," he whined, and the drummer leaned forward, pressing a light kiss to Tsurugi's forehead.
"Sorry," he said, rubbing the spot in apology. Tsurugi snuggled back down against him, and yet moments later, the fingers were back, and the guitarist let out another little whine, each gentle brush of Nao's fingertips against his stomach sending pleasurable little tingles through his body. He pouted, because Nao knew very well what those touches did to him, and the drummer never failed to use it against him. Feeling vengeful, Tsurugi batted at the offending hand, sitting up quickly and attacking Nao with his own fingers. But the shorter man was quicker, and within seconds Tsurugi found himself horizontal, Nao straddling his hips and pinning him down, unrelenting fingers seemingly everywhere on his body. He giggled and gasped at the same time, each ticklish brush of the brunette's fingers sending electricity and fire along his nerves until Tsurugi felt like he couldn't breathe.
"N-nao, st-AH-stop, please," he gasped. holding up his hands in a silent plea, breathing harshly as his lover's hands immediately stilled. He was once again horribly aroused, and with Nao straddling his hips like that, it couldn't be missed. He blinked up at the brunette hazily, trying to catch his breath, only to have it stolen away a moment later when Nao leaned over and kissed him. The hands were back, and Tsurugi moaned softly against that mouth as his lover's hands barely brushed over his skin. They broke away to rid the blonde of his shirt, Nao trailing feathery kisses down his neck, his chest, his stomach. The drummer's lips brushed against the quivering belly beneath him, and Tsurugi bit his lip, hands fisted in the material of the couch. He whined softly in his throat and Nao was back, kissing him almost demandingly, fingers fussing with his belt, his jeans, his boxers. The drummer pulled back to admire his handiwork, and Tsurugi blushed under the intensity of his gaze, moving to cover himself before Nao's hand stopped him.
"Don't. You're gorgeous," he purred, and Tsurugi only blushed harder. He forgot though when Nao leaned down to kiss him again, sighing against his mouth. Goosebumps raised along the path Nao's fingers mae across his skin, the fleeting touches making the blonde guitarist's head spin. He gasped against his lover's mouth as a hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him slowly and swallowing the moan that followed. The other hand still moved torturously over Tsurugi's skin, brushing, teasing, too light to really be deemed touching, and yet it was everything that the guitarist needed. He whimpered against the brunette's mouth, hips bucking up into the delicious friction of Nao's hand. And when the drummer broke the kiss to brush his lips over Tsurugi's neck, it was too much, the blonde letting out a soft cry as he came, spattering his release over Nao's fingers and his stomach. He breathed deep, eyes closed as he felt the drummer licking his stomach clean. He giggled breathily at the ticklish feeling and swatted halfheartedly at Nao's head with a groan, smiling as he was rewarded with the drummer's low rumble of laughter and an apologetic kiss to his hip. He slid up beside his lover, both of them smushed comfortably together on the couch, and kissed his cheek softly. "I love you," he whispered and Tsurugi smiled tiredly, his hand coming up to rest against Nao's back.
"Love you, too."