Tickling aesthetic:
The lee is tied or pinned down. Stretched out. All of their danger spots are niiice and vulnerable for the ler’s dancing, exploring fingers. The lee has full view of calculating hands.
Until they don’t.
A blind-fold overtakes their vision and whines of protest escape from behind their lips because:
Not seeing it makes it sooo much wwwooorrsseeee. Pleeaseeee! You need to be nice to mee! I let you tickle me all the time.
A good-natured pouty face is transformed to a begrudged smile when a single finger boops the lee’s nose to shush the silly banter
The ler certainly knows all the power spots on their tickle-toy’s body, and what powerful arsenal that is…
The ler hovers over the lee. Making the lee squirm and have a wide, teeth-bearing smile.
What are they going to go for?!
The ler loves playing into mind-fuckery. They bend down – hovering fingers over a particularly awful spot juuuust enough for the other to feel it. And they start kissing at the spot.
And another bad one.
And another.
And on and on until they reach the last bad one, each time faking the lee out before they POUNCE and grab onto a squirmy rib-cage and start the fun~
