silly softie stuff

Bachira giggled and stepped closer to him. “You’re cute, Yoichi.”

Then he lifted up on his toes to kiss him. Isagi met him immediately, leaning down for better access, and hands and arms were wrapped around shoulders and waists and when they came up for air a minute later, Isagi was already flushed a pretty shade of rose pink.

“I kind of thought Rin was kidding before,” he breathed, searching his boyfriend’s gaze with barely contained elation, “but he was right, wasn’t he?”

“Mmm…maybe~” Bachira whispered back, giving Isagi’s shoulders a gentle push to indicate they shouldn’t be standing anymore.

To his credit, Isagi did as he was silently asked, still unaware of what was really about to happen here. Then again, Bachira probably wouldn’t be able to resist kissing him all over when it was said and done—

Speaking of kissing, Isagi leaned in and gently pressed his lips to Bachira’s neck, hugging him close as he did, and the smaller boy squeaked and scrunched up his shoulders, his heart doing a backflip before he regained control of the situation and pushed him down onto the fake grass inside Blue Lock.

“Naughty, Isagi-chan,” he teased, settling in on top of his boyfriend, finally allowing his mischievous smile to break through and give him two seconds of warning before he struck at last.

His partner sucked in a sharper breath this time, his voice wobbly with anticipation as he stammered, “W-Wait!”

“You’re not going anywhere~” Bachira purred into his ear, thoroughly enjoying the way Isagi’s eyes flew open wide. “You’re the one who said it, aren’t you?”

“I didn’t think you m-meant thihihihis!” Isagi whined, pulling his arms down and in protectively as the first ticklish traces touched his upper ribs. “Wahahait!”

“No waiting. I’ve waited all day for this.” Bachira smiled at him as he took his wrists and forced them to his sides, then straddled him so his knees were pinning his arms down entirely. “I wanna play with you, Isagi.”

He waited five more seconds. He’d waited this long, he could do that much at least, for Isagi’s sake. To give him a chance to escape if he really wanted to. They’d established code words long ago for this very reason. Because sometimes Bachira got into too big of a mood for even Isagi to handle with any kind of consistency.

Five seconds went by. All Isagi did was look up at him with nervous but excited anticipation, eyes bright and cheeks pink and a wobbly smile already on his lips.

Given the all-clear, Bachira finally let himself give in.

“Aiieeeek!” Isagi squealed, throwing his head back and tensing up at the single finger that had been jabbed into either side of his top ribs.

“Does this even count as tickling?” Bachira giggled, elated at how the tiniest strokes of his fingers had his boyfriend helpless beneath him. “I’m barely touching you.”

“S-Shut uhuhuhuhup!” Isagi whined, then burst into a brief round of snickers when his partner’s fingers dragged a short trail from his first ribs down to his second and stopped again.

“Ooh, does it tickle already?”

“Nohohohoho!”

“No? Are you sure?” Bachira went to the third set, then stopped. “You sure are giggly. Are you suuuuure it doesn’t tickle?”

“Stohohohohooop!” Isagi turned his head to the side in embarrassment – one of many things Bachira loved watching him do. As if he could hide his cute face when he was trapped like this. “Don’t tehehehease me!”

Bachira hummed, dragging his fingers down again, then again, finally stopping at the set just above the bottom ribs. “Mmm…are you sure you don’t want me to tease you at all? Even a little bit? Not even to tell you how adorable you are?”

“Yehehehehehes, I’m suhuhuhuhure!”

“All right, if you say so!”

Watching Isagi toss his head back to shriek with giggles was another one of his favorite things. Bachira loved the light, airy snickering his gentle scratching was doing. He wasn’t even trying all that hard to get the loudest laughter out of him yet, and Isagi was already losing his mind, squirming and kicking his legs against the ground in ticklish agony.

As requested, he didn’t say a word. Just sat back and watched his boyfriend giggle with a smile on his face, soaking up every twitch, every bounce of his belly, every toss of hair that got into his eyes the more he reacted to his touch.

Finally, and as expected, Isagi managed, “Dohohohohon’t look at mehehehehe like thahahahat!”

“Mm? Like what?”

“Lihihihihike…! Like thahahahahahahat!” he cried again, as though that cleared things up.

“But you didn’t want me to tease you anymore, Isagi-chan. What else is there to do now besides look at you?”

Isagi opened his mouth to retort, then promptly forgot all about it when Bachira dug in just a little harder, with a little more purpose, finding the bone of that bottom rib and gliding his fingers across it.

“I’LL GEHEHEHEHEHET YOU BAHAHAHAHAHACK!! I’M GOHOHOHOHONNA GET YOU BAHAHAHACK FOR THIS, I SWEHEHEHEHEHEAR!! BAHAHAHAHAHAHACHIRA!!”

Bachira grinned. “You sound surprised! Don’t tell me you actually forgot how ticklish you are?” He enunciated the word by pinching the skin along Isagi’s bottom ribs.

Isagi tossed his head back and screeched, “GAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAP, PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

Bachira closed his eyes and soaked up the sound of his boyfriend laughing hysterically for a few blissful moments, then slowed his pace and dragged his fingers even further down to trace along his belly.

Isagi gasped for breath between snickers, teary eyes blinking up at him with relief and eagerness combined. “Y-You’re teheheheherrible…”

“Oh? I suppose I could go back…”

“Wait, no! P-Plehehease, I need a minute fihihihirst!”

Chuckling, Bachira stopped entirely, gently lifting his legs to free Isagi’s arms. He saw the look of confusion on his partner’s face and winked. “Put your arms up for me, would you, Isagi-chan?”

His boyfriend’s eyes went wide, but his lips pulled up in a nervous smile and he whimpered, slowly, shakily doing as he was asked. Once Bachira was satisfied with his new position, he scooted forward to straddle his stomach and pushed himself up just enough to grasp Isagi’s wrists with one hand, their faces nose to nose now.

“I’m going to tickle you some more,” Bachira teased. “Okay?”

With a whine, Isagi nodded. “Kiss me first?”

He didn’t need any further invitation. Bachira closed the small distance between them and kissed him softly, loving the rush of excitement that came along with knowing he was still fully in control of the situation. Making Isagi blush and laugh and submit to him like this was just…exhilarating. He couldn’t get enough of it.

“Ready?” he asked after finally pulling away, smiling down at him.

Isagi took a breath. “Y-Yeah. Do your worst.”

“By the way…” Bachira lowered his voice to the register that always made his boyfriend shiver, leaning in close to his ear as his eager fingers began to trail up and down his ribs once more. “…I can’t promise I won’t kiss you during this round as well, Isagi~”

The taller boy opened his mouth to reply, but his words were silenced by Bachira’s lips on his once again, and within seconds he was snickering and whimpering into his mouth as more ticklish shockwaves began to assault his system, this time with more intention.

The doors to the practice field opened, and Rin stopped short when he saw the two of them in the middle of the field, decidedly not practicing at all. He huffed and turned his back, not quite annoyed, but not exactly thrilled either.

“Did they have to do it here?” he grumbled to himself as the doors closed behind him a split second after he heard Isagi absolutely scream with laughter. Even after he’d taken a few steps back down the hall, he swore he could hear the blue-eyed boy begging for mercy at the top of his lungs. Without context, it might have been chilling. As it was, Rin did his best not to smirk.