FeetFinding

"Or maybe..." his eyes widened for a fraction of a millisecond when Bakugo abandoned his pits to start clawing at his ribs, but evem that flicker of hope was soon extinguished. Like it had been countless times in the last 90 seconds. "...you've learned to stop worrying and love the chair?"

There were only two sources of light in what was sure to be a boundless expanse.

One cast a cone directly above the white leather couch a completely naked Shindo was lounging on, leaning against the back rest with his fingers laced behind his head, leaving his torso fully exposed for Bakugo to exploit; if only he knew how...

The other loomed above the massive gym timer and the contraption directly underneath, where the loser of that challenge would be placed for who knew how long. "The chair..." what a cutesy nuckname for a tickle torture machine with all the implements needed to milk each and every sensitive spot on the unfortunate soul it restrained at the behest of whoever the winner would be.

Both Shindo and Bakugo had already experienced it, and neither was looking forward to another round. But unless Bakugo managed to make Shindo laugh out loud in the next 1 minute and 19 seconds...

He squeezed Shindo's sides and got him to flinch, but only because he'd dug in too hard. He switched to sratching at the brunette's well-defined abs while kneading his thumb into his hips... Shindo inhaled sharply... only for his gloating grin to reappear a moment later.

"FUCK! I know you're ticklish, fucker!!" yelled Bakugo. "I've seen it!" He resorted to goosing Shindo's firm thighs, wanting nothing to do with the business in-between them. The brunette had been posed by whoever set the rules with his right ankle resting on his left thigh, giving Bakugo plenting of access... which he seemed unable to make any use of.

"I am," the brunette conceded, taking in Bakugo's desperation. "And I'm sure your green-haired friend could hack it..." The blond dug vindictively under his knees, hardly delaying the teasing. "...but you won't."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." muttered Bakugo under his breath, scratching all ten fingers under Shindo's upturned sole, trying to hit one, any sensitive spots...

"Look at you... scrambling, panicking. Are you thinking about what I'll do to you in... less than one minute's time?"

As delightful as the fantasy of utterly dominating the abrasive blond was, that was not what caused Shindo's dick to twitch, quickly rising in all its glory. The brunette was fully paralyzed, putty in Bakugo's hands; and yet, he was in control. Bakugo was too far from his comfort zone, too volatile to stop and think. And that complete subversion of roles, of power, was unspeakably tantalizing to Shindo.

Bakugo had no time to be disgusted. What was he missing? Yeah, Shindo's Quirk had made immune to certain forms of tickling, no shit. But there had to be a way... no, he knew there was a way! But what was it?

He went on scratching right under Shindo's toes while raking at his arches, getting another one of those little flinches from him, which did not seem to diminish his enjoyment...

"Don't you get it?"

Fuck it, he didn't have time to figure it out. Spots... what spots had he missed?

"You were set up to fail."

00:46...

There!

It took all his self-control to poke, and not jab, at Shindo's bellybutton... and he was rewarded with a surprised exhale as Shindou gritted his teeth.

"There it is, you perverted shithead!" gloated Bakugo, wiggling the tip of his finger in the innie, lighting up every single nerve.

Shindo's excitement died quickly as a hint of fear flickered in his pupils and he scrunched up his face, fighting the sensation.

"Not saying anything anymore?!" taunted the blond, trying to figure out what to do with his other hand while his index finger was busy circling the newfound weak spot. He just hit Shindou's upperbody randomly, scribbling his digits all over his abs, his sides, his pecs, his waist, his ribs, pits, neck...

Shindo was turning very red very fast.

"Oh, is this a turn-off for you?" asked Bakugo while scratching at Shindo's abs again... and something must have given, because Shindo lookd like he was in pain. YES!!

"I've got you figured out now!"

Shindo's hands closed around Bakugoìs wrists, stopping the tickles. Bakugo was too shocked to react.

"Yes," conceded Shindo. "But a little too late."

Before the blond could even realize what happened, he found himself unable to move, staring at a bright red clock above him flashing 00:00.

Had his fingers not been individually tied down with tiny strings to match his toes, leaving his palm vulnerable, he would have punched it. Had a strap not pinned his head solidly against the backrest, he would have tried to bite the encroaching Shindo, smirking victoriously and unapologetically aroused. He would have screamed had he not been muzzled.

The clock flashed 3:00 again.

"Good show," commented Shindo. "But now, allow me to return the favor..."

The clock added two zeroes: 3:00:00.