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“I promise I won’t tickle you.” Wilbur spoke calmly through the lie as his hands were currently held captive and away from Tommy, who had quite a firm grip on the brunette’s hands.

“You promise?” Tommy questioned him as he loosened his grip, but not fully letting go.

“I promise.”

With that, Tommy let go, foolishly believing Wilbur. He should know by now to never trust Wilbur in a situation like this.

“I lied!” Wilbur exclaimed as he tackled Tommy down to the floor, putting his hand behind the teen’s head so that he doesn’t hurt his head. Wilbur wrapped his arms around Tommy, his hands perfectly placed on his sides for him to start squeezing and clawing up and down his sides— which he did. And Tommy screamed.

“WiHILBUHUR! Nohot thEHERE! NAHAH!” Tommy threw his head back in laughter, his hands once again firmly gripped on Wilbur’s wrists. This time, however, he didn’t push his hands away.

“Oh, I’m sorry, would you rather me go here instead?” Wilbur smirked and moved his hands down to squeeze Tommy’s hips, then drilled his thumbs into the spot as best as he could with the position they were in.

“NOHOHO! THATS WOHORSE!” Tommy bucked his hips, squirming in Wilbur’s hold.

“Ohh, okay. So that must mean I should go here…” Wilbur moved his hands again, to Tommy’s stomach.

“NO! No, please! Wilbur, I’m begging you, man! You- I-.. We can talk about this, can’t we? I mean, I didn’t really even do anything so that means you don’t have to do thIIIIIS NOHOHOHO!” Tommy got cut off by his own shriek of laughter, as Wilbur got bored of the pleading and dug his fingers right in the center of Tommy’s stomach.

“Tickletickletickle~! You can’t escape me now, Toms! I’ve got you, you’re stuck in the grasp of the tickle monster.” He teased, laughing at Tommy’s groan of embarrassment.

“You’re so STUHUPIHIHID! SHUHUT UHUP!” Tommy threw his head back against Wilbur’s chest, laughing loudly. It took every bit of Wilbur’s being to not stop and just shower Tommy with affection and aww’s, he simply just found his brother to be too adorable. (/P!!!!!)

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop. Only because I don’t feel like killing you.” Wilbur chuckled as he stopped tickling Tommy, but didn’t stop hugging him.

“..Are you gonna let g-“ “No.” “Okay.”

They both lied there, somehow comfortably given they were on the floor, and contently. Wilbur wouldn’t trade moments like this for the world.

“Feeling alright?” asks Dazai, his words a mumble. His sentence splits the haze of Sigma’s thoughts, the comfort of their living room— his answer takes him a moment.

“Is there any reason not to be?”

“Well…” says Dazai, pressing a peck to Sigma’s neck, who twitches. “You shiver whenever I touch you liiiike this.” The hand above Sigma’s hip flicks up, and tingles crawl down his spine again. He can’t help a full body shudder, alongside his lips curling, and Dazai huffs. “See??”

“It’s not a bad feeling,” says Sigma, surprised Dazai had brought it up only to ensure he was comfortable. He’d just guessed it was his body reacting to the touch. “It feels nice. You have no reason to be concerned, thank you.”

“You know I always have a reason to be concerned.”

Sigma rolls his eyes, gently arching into Dazai’s warmth. The latter encourages the motion, laying back on the couch so Sigma can follow. “You can keep telling yourself that.”

“But you like my concern, no? Am I wrong?”

With a scoff, Sigma turns the other way. It was true, and they both knew it. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you love me anyways!”

“I do,” sighs Sigma. For once, death was the last thing on his mind. “I do. I guess it’s my job to be the reasonable one.”

Dazai tsks with a small laugh as he whispers into Sigma’s ear. “Oh, so you want me to be unreasonable? I can be unreasonable.” 

Sigma can’t help but laugh.

“It is a word I’d already use to describe you. Like how we were minutes away from death, and your brilliant idea was to dance.”

“But I got us out,” huffs Dazai. “You’re so mean to me! So cruel!” Both his hands fidget against his partner’s shirt, tracing in a light motion, and Sigma twitches.

“I am not.”

“Are too.” The brunette laughs, shifting to clutch Sigma’s waist. “I’d bet you just love my attention, don’t you, belladonna? Love how when we were dancing, I’d held you like this?”

Sigma huffs, cursing how his cheeks instantly color pink at the accusation and silly nickname. Dazai’s actions should’ve set off some red flags in his mind, but they didn’t.

“No,” he says stubbornly, and Dazai tsks. “It was ridiculous.”

“Well, then... if not like that, then what if I add some… fun?”

Instantly, Dazai's hands curl into him, and Sigma jolts as the touch on his skin turns to few, and then many sources of feeling and sensation, scattered and darting all across his nerves. It was gentle but weirdly unbearable, and his hands darted without permission to tug at Dazai's strong grip. The horrible urge to laugh begins to rise, and Sigma's eyes widen.

“What- Dazai! Dazai, wait, that feels-“ Sigma hisses when he realizes he doesn’t have a word for the feeling, and he writhes but Dazai doesn't let up. “S- Strange!!”

"Ooh, good, good, you're ticklish," snickers Dazai, readjusting to pull Sigma closer. He wasn't at all bothered by his partner's feeble escape attempts. "Good. Fun!" His touches crawl up to knead at Sigma's ribcage, searching for something amid the divots, thumbs digging into the backs of the bone.

“Whahahat is thihihis?! Wh- What the hell??” gasps Sigma as he strains against Dazai’s wiggling fingers, but he was trapped. He wasn’t even sure why he was laughing. “Gehehehet ohohoff! No- Nohohohoho!!!”

“So cute. Just- so cute,” swoons Dazai happily. “You have the cutest laugh- I can’t! Oh, I just want to tickle you to bits, Sigma!!”

“Nohohohoho! D- Dohohohon’t do thahahat!!” Sigma’s shaking hands finally find Dazai’s palms, desperately trying to claw them away from his sensitive skin. “Wahahahahait-!!!”

Then, Dazai tsks. With one motion, just one hand, he scoops up Sigma’s wrists and pulls them taut into the air with near-no resistance, leaving his full torso exposed.

Sigma gasps. Dazai doesn’t waste a second.

“Let me go! LeheheHEhehET me gohohoHO!!”

“I had my suspicions about whether or not you were ticklish, you know,” smirks Dazai, his other hand dancing up and down Sigma’s ribs, almost experimentally. Gently. Like he wanted to draw out something else. His victim gasps, breaking into a renewed fit of frantic giggles. “Let me guess. You haven’t had too much good touch? Like this?”

Frantically, Sigma shakes his head back and forth. His mind was scrambled. All he could do was laugh and accept Dazai's touch. “If thihis is good, I dohohon’t- I dohohon’t wahahant it!! NohohohoHO-!!!”

“But, Sigma,” pouts Dazai. “You’re smiling and laughing!”

“Buhuhut- why?”

“Because you’re ticklish!”

"I dohohon't wahahant to behehe!!"

"I don't think you can control that," snickers Dazai. Giving one last tweak to Sigma's ribs, he withdraws his hands, instead pulling Sigma into a calm, still hug. With a sigh of relief, Sigma breathes out another stream of giggles.

When they subside, after he catches his breath, momentarily, he groans. 

"Ugh. Now I feel all... tingly," whines Sigma, and Dazai nods knowingly as they sit up against the couch. "Why?"

Dazai shrugs, tenderly kissing Sigma's cheek. "Maybe I just wanted to make you laugh. I'm sorry if I went too far."

"You didn't," says Sigma, opting to gently smile at him. "You're forgiven. I'm fine. That was new, though, I've never really been tickled before."

"New in a good way, or in a bad way?"

"I... don't know," offers Sigma, shivering.

"Can I try something else, then? While we're talking about it,” hums Dazai. He 'awws' at how Sigma instantly shivers and straightens, a blush following. “Don't worry- nothing rough, I’ll be gentle. Just for you to... feel it, I suppose.”

Sigma's curiosity was stronger than the flustered feeling in his stomach. He trusted Dazai. He was open to new experiences— and, like he'd said, it wasn't a bad feeling. “You promise?”

“I promise.” Dazai nods. “Pleeeease?”

With a hesitant nod and tilt of his head, Sigma returns to a closer place on Dazai’s lap. Instantly, his sides tingle in anticipation as he catches the faint twitch of Dazai’s wrists in his peripherals.

Then hands wrapped around his waist again, and, without thinking, Sigma prepared himself for something intense, rough, but— it never came. Dazai’s fingers gently rub circles against the bone, firm enough to tickle but not harsh enough to make Sigma shriek. 

It was gentle. Unbearably gentle, and as the feeling quickly overwhelms his senses, Sigma quickly realizes that it has an addictive quality to it. It was like pure happiness, giddiness, spreading through his veins.

“Dahahahahazai,” giggles Sigma, a loopy smile spread over his face. His defenses were melted. He couldn’t deny it— this type of tickling felt nice. Dazai was so good to him. They were good for each other.

“Better?” giggles Dazai as Sigma relaxes into the touch, leaning back against his chest. “Oh, you like the light touches, don’t you~?”

 “Mahahahaybe. Feels good. Thank you,” slurs Sigma mid-fit of airy laughter. He gives up trying to stay upright, instead fully falling back into Dazai’s embrace. “Tihihihickles!”

“It’s supposed to,” Dazai snickers. “Tell me when you want me to stop, yeah?”

Eyes closed as he tilts his head back, Sigma allows laughter to filter free from his throat, hands twitching. He doesn't do anything to try and stop him. His smile was wide, matching Dazai's. He felt indubitably safe. “Fihihihine- yeheheheah.”

They stay like that for a while, occasionally interrupted by Dazai pressing tickly kisses to Sigma's neck.