Lovely nim

Master Lists

Fanfics (A-M)

Fanfics (N-Z)

Drabbles

Headcanons

Collabs

Fandoms

Commissions

Status: Slots full

My Ko-Fi page

Click [here] for more information!

Ao3

Click here!

Events

Milestone

400 followers

500 followers

900 followers

1000 followers

1200 followers

TickleTober

TickleTober 2022

TickleTober 2023

TickleTober 2024

TickleTober 2025

Squealing Santa

All I Want For Christmas Is... - Sherlock x William

A lofty breeze wafted through the grove and the ‘ting’ of rustled wind chimes gradually grounded Phainon to his senses. Yet even still, images of his own experiences kept him afloat in the clouds. Soft pouted lips he could almost taste, delicate fingers that held his own, whispers of a collected voice grazing his ear — the very image of him materialized in Phainon’s thoughts, lulling his bones into soothing heat. He slumped back onto the bench, Castorice’s scroll barely in hand, longful stares stretching across the distance. Should he drop by again? Would he be happy to see him again so soon? Phainon didn’t want to be a bother, he really didn’t, but just the thought of being close to him again brought his pulse racing, his head dizzying, his heart–

“Oh! Phainon!”

The familiar voice had him standing on edge and he just barely tucked the scroll into his shoulder bag as light footsteps approached him not far behind. “Ah, Hyacine!” he greeted with a swallow. “Was there something I can help you with?”

“Oh, no, no, nothing for me in particular, but I was looking for you,” Hyacine said with a nod. “I was just on my way back from the court and I ran into Professor Anaxa.”

A tinge of warmth unexpectedly made its way to the tips of Phainon’s ears.

“We chatted for a bit and- oh! He complimented me on my research paper regarding the medical uses of basic alchemy! I never thought once that I’d receive high marks from Professor Anaxa himself.”

“Oh, that’s great, Hyacine,” Phainon chuckled, scratching the back of his head, “but, ah, you said you were looking for me?”

“Oh, right, sorry! Professor Anaxa told me to tell you that he would like you to stop by his office if we happened to run into each other.”

Phainon blinked, struggling to string his thoughts together.

“Professor Anaxa wants to see me? Did he mention why?”

Because normally.. it was the other way around…

“He didn’t say anything about it, but he also seemed like he was in a good mood, so we can at least assume you’re not in trouble?”

“Yeah, yeah.” The drum of his heartbeat grew with each pulse. “Yeah, I’ll go see him. Right now? You think he wants to see me right now?”

“Oh, I-I’m not sure.” Phainon could barely make out what she was saying at this point. “But I’m sorry if I made you nervous. I promise he didn’t look upset or anything of the sort! I’m sure it’s not urgent.”

“I’ll go right now,” he hurriedly decided on his own, grabbing his belongings as he set off. “Thank you, Hyacine!”

“Oh, okay then,” she called after him, yet her voice hardly reached his ears, “and good luck!”

Professor Anaxa wanted to see him. Those words repeated over and over, echoing inside Phainon's head as he walked down the crooked stairs. From all things that could've happened, it was the wildest one of his dreams that came into reality. Maybe the titans did favor him this time, he thought.

This wouldn't be the first time Phainon got to spend time in Anaxagoras’ office. Ever since he dared to cross a few lines and disregard a couple of student-professor relationship boundaries, Phainon also obtained a few privileges that his colleagues wouldn't even think of. He could carry Anaxa's belongings to his room, stay over while he reviewed and graded projects and, if he was lucky, even spend the night in Anaxa's bedroom while the professor conducted his experiments. One time, they even shared the same bed before Anaxa had to go back to his classes – was there any greater honor?!

However, Phainon always had to take the first step and ask Anaxa for it. He couldn’t remember one time that it had been the other way around before. Maybe he finally managed to melt the icy layers surrounding Anaxa’s heart?!

Phainon shook his head, focused on keeping himself anchored to the reality at hand. He had already taken the wrong turn twice while daydreaming and if it happened again, there was no doubt he would be late for his meeting. By the Dawn's Device light, he needed to calm himself down or he would get scolded as soon as he stepped foot in the lab, but how could he not feel like a little boy riding a dromas for the first time?!

Step after step, his expectations about Anaxa's motives continued to spiral inside his head. There was an array of endless possibilities, from mere assistances in his studies to–

“Wait…” Phainon muttered, his hand clenched around the handle of his bag. He lowered his head, his eyes locked on a specific scroll that laid casually between his notes. Could it be? Had his time finally come?

He needed to check it, both to clear his suspicions and to prepare himself for what this meeting could become. Phainon pressed his back against a nearby wall and checked his surroundings to make sure he had the hallway to himself alone. He reached for Castorice's works again, rolling the baton back to an earlier part of the story.

“Doctor– no, professor,” the smaller man purred at the door, standing on the tips of his toes as he held himself barely an inch away from the frame. ‘I brought the materials you requested for your lesson. Could you let me in?’ The door clicked open after an eternity that lasted merely a few seconds. The tall, almost intimidating figure revealed itself on the other side. The coldness from his sharp, methodical gaze, however, felt like the first flake of stone after a nice night of sleep instead of the biting frost of a mountain's wuthering heights. The professor looked down, staring into the student's eyes. ‘Come in, you little peacock. I was waiting for you.’”

That was it! Phainon clenched the scroll against his chest and sighed, the corners of his lips pulled up into a wide grin. Castorice… not only did you excel in the craft of these stories, but could you also be gifted by the Veil of Evernight’s visions of the future?!

The more Phainon read it, the harder it was to not look at the “coincidences” between fiction and reality. A sudden invitation near the end of the semester, a student that stood out during classes, a harsh professor that was actually caring on the inside… If it weren't for the recurring mentions of the story's professor's physique, Phainon would start to assume the character was "inspired" by Anaxa himself.

He giggled and carefully tucked the story back inside his bag. Phainon resumed his walk, getting to the sages’ area inside the Grove. 

The students’ voices could barely be heard from these heights and noises from the nature surrounding the buildings started to fill the silence instead. Phainon looked around, seeing signs and labels from different schools and searching for the one that he held in a special place inside his heart. “There,” he muttered, climbing the last steps before knocking on the door. He felt shy and his heart pounded like a drum inside his chest – titans, he was going to faint. “P-professor– ahem, professor Anaxa? Can I come in?”

“The door is unlocked.”

Phainon didn’t need anything else; his fingers moved of their own accord and he barely registered the creak of the door hinge as Professor Anaxa came into full view, the scholar’s slender frame hunched over his desk without even looking up for a greeting and Phainon knew. Attempting to disturb Professor Anaxa as he was engrossed in his work would only lead to harsh scolding.  “The literature is fascinating,” Professor Anaxa would always say should Phainon attempt to get his attention, the one and only warning he would receive.

So he waited, as he often did – excitedly, of course.

He settled into his spot by the small bookshelf in the corner of the cramped office space, pretending to take interest in the newest novel placed haphazardly along the top shelf, imagining the paperback cover against Professor Anaxa’s fingers as he absorbed the material while nuzzled into Phainon’s chest. Or the equipment laid out by the professor’s feet – machinery Phainon had never seen before – and he could already hear Professor Anaxa’s voice monologuing about a mechanism unknown to Phainon, but it’d be okay because Phainon would get to massage Professor Anaxa’s skin as he spoke, worshipping the fine lines that made up the professor’s body under his own hands. The scattered documents would be neatly tidied onto the weathered mahogany desk and Professor Anaxa would thank him for his help – maybe even something more – and Phainon’s head buzzed at the very thought.

“Ever the impatient one, aren’t you?”

Phainon blinked – so caught in his daydreams that he hadn’t even noticed the glance his professor had offered him. “O-Oh, I was just–”

“Your foot would not stop tapping the floor.”

And he was still doing it, he just realized, and his body stiffened when chastised. But it wasn’t his fault! Professor Anaxa was the one that wanted to see him; how come he had to wait patiently in the corner?! Surely those ancient scripts couldn’t be more interesting than him–

No, no, he shouldn’t harbor those kinds of thoughts. If Professor Anaxa was busy, then he should respect that..

But surely a little budge wouldn’t hurt.

“Professor Anaxa,” he spoke without fully thinking, “you said you wanted to see me, yes? I ran into Hyacine earlier and that’s what she told me, but maybe I misheard? But if I was wrong then–”

“You were not mistaken, no,” Anaxa said with what Phainon was sure was the slightest hint of amusement, “but it’s not of particular precedence, I should say.”

Phainon’s stomach withered.

“I’m not?”

“You did not strike me as the impetuous type,” Anaxa continued, “so I thought I would have more time to my day. Alas–”

Oh titans, he was being a disturbance – a nuisance. Of course someone as busy and smart and talented as Professor Anaxa would never think of sparing a second on someone like him. He should just leave; he really was wasting Professor Anaxa’s time with what he was sure Professor Anaxa considered senseless babble–

“Phainon!”

The voice snapped him back so easily that he was stunned for the moment.

“Must I continue to repeat myself?” Professor Anaxa no longer seemed the slightest bit amused. “Come here.”

“P-Pardon?”

“Come. Here.”

Phainon shifted slightly in his place, unable to properly move forward or simply stay. Professor Anaxa normally would’ve kicked him out of his room. Anything else, Phainon thought, probably meant danger to his physical integrity. He shouldn’t listen to his professor, but what if he was wrong? Professor Anaxa would get even angrier and that wasn’t good either.

“‘By all means’,” Anaxa sighed and leaned his chin on top of his hand, “‘move at a glacial pace. You know how that thrills me’."

“I-I apologize, professor,” Phainon gasped, his lips turned into an awkward smile as he stepped forward. His body acted like it was his first time walking, as if it hadn’t had its legs since forever. 

Anaxa rolled his eye at the scene, pushing himself up into his feet with a loud, clearly annoyed groan. “You’re truly, utterly helpless, Phainon of Aedes Elysiae,” he muttered as he closed the distance between them and met Phainon halfway towards his desk. “Is that why you seek me so desperately? To see whatever I can make out of this mess?” He looked up to his student, smirking.

Whatever words Phainon could think of found themselves stuck at the back of his throat. The lack of distance between him and his professor made it hard to think, to even remember Castorice’s works that were supposed to serve as a guide to him. Phainon watched as his own breathing made some small strands of Anaxa’s hair sway gently; he admired how soft his skin looked and how beautiful Anaxa’s features were.

If he were to follow the stories by the letter, this should be the part where he confessed. There was some sort of softness in Anaxa’s eye that made Phainon more comfortable, as if it was giving him the room to make his own move. He pressed his lips into a few lines and hummed a nervous chuckle — despite how angry he looked just a moment ago, Anaxa seemed amused now, eager even. 

“P-professor Anaxa, I– ah!”

Phainon widened his eyes as a shiver ran up his spine. The sensation made his mind turn blank for a second, as if it silenced each and every one of his thoughts. He couldn’t help it but to look down at the space between his and Anaxa’s body, from where he felt like that feeling came from. “P-professor— hmmph?!!”

His trembling hands slowly closed around Anaxa’s shoulders, unsure of what he should do. Before Phainon could understand it, Anaxa had tugged at his clothes like an owner to its chimera’s leash and pulled him down into a kiss. It was happening faster than Phainon expected it to, than he ever thought it would. And as if that wasn’t enough on its own, Anaxa was touching his—

“P-Professor!” Phainon whined as he pulled his lips apart, his cheeks burning into a deep shade of red. He tried to step back, but Anaxa followed after him and pushed Phainon against a nearby shelf. “W-wait, what are you doing?!”

“What else? Now stop moving, don’t make it a hassle,” Anaxa smirked. He stood on the tip of his toes and stole another kiss from his student’s lips, savoring the soft moans and cries that Phainon made at the mere palming against his crotch. “Tch,” Anaxa mocked, “you’re terrible at this.”

“I- ah! W-wait a second— hngh!”

By the Dawn Device’s light, what was going on? Phainon tried to gasp for air, but it felt like Anaxa wanted to suffocate him into a kiss. He felt small tears forming at the corner of his eyes and his body simply refused to listen to him, too shaken by the pleasure and the adrenaline to even think of reacting.

Anaxa pressed the heel of his hand against Phainon’s crotch and took the opportunity to push his tongue inside his student’s mouth. He laughed at Phainon’s obvious conflict and distress, only moving back when he felt like Phainon was about to collapse on top of him. “H-hah… I didn’t expect you to leave all that eagerness behind in class, Phainon,” Anaxa purred, his fingers gently clenched around the other’s clothed cock. “Do not disappoint me any further, please.”

“B-But professo–” His voice cut off as a moan made its way to the top of his throat, driven by pleasure Phainon didn’t quite understand. His legs were a different kind of motionless than earlier, heavy yet barely there, detached from the rest of his body. Another whimper ripped from his mouth and he hardly registered the movements his lower body made under Anaxa’s hand, pressing into the other man’s fingers as if this is where he belonged, no longer in control of himself.

“There we go,” Anaxa breathed into him and Phainon’s body shuddered accordingly. “Good boy. Such a natural.”

And Phainon’s ears burned red as a result; he no longer had the sense to deny it at this point. The moans were given not taken, melding into gasps and velvet whimpers and the pressure in his groin no longer exhibited foreign pain, only blind need.

What was happening to him?

He didn’t get the chance to answer – Professor Anaxa pulled away and Phainon had to put effort into breathing again.

“There’s potential here,” Anaxa wiped his lips, the uncovered smirk sending a flash through Phainon’s legs, “but you need work. Let me ask you, Phainon, do you have any particular interests?”

Interests? Phainon blinked but he caught the frown before he could put two and two together.

“Kinks. Fetishes.” Professor Anaxa scoffed and Phainon felt a pang to the side of his head. “Anything that makes you–”

“I-I’m not sure what you mean?”

“Enough with the act.” The austerity was enough to make Phainon flinch. “You are a grown man, yes? There’s no reason to be coy here.”

“B-But,” Phainon clenched his fist and his mind blanked; he could already imagine his professor’s reactions, “I-I can’t think of anything.”

And Phainon nearly shrank under the other’s gaze the moment Professor Anaxa raised an eyebrow. “Nothing? Nothing at all?”

He never felt so small.

“Surely there must be something wired in that pretty head of yours,” Anaxa insisted, almost scolding him. “Or are you going to say you touch yourself to the thought of rainbows and sunshine?”

“I just,” he breathed in and out, “I just don’t have experience. I-I don’t really.. do that stuff.”

…

Silence.

Phainon dared to look his professor in the eye and held still at the glint in his eye, the growing smile that warmed his spine with unease.

“We can fix that,” Anaxa finally said with a laugh.

Fix? Was there something wrong with him? But Anaxa had already spun on his heel and Phainon felt his chest tighten at the lack of proximity and he found himself stepping forward to the desk where the other man stood, turning back to look at Phainon with that same shrewd expression.

“This hadn’t turned out to be the kind of fun I was hoping for,” Anaxa explained while taking his place at the edge of the desk, “and your lack of experience is quite clear.”

“Sorry...”

Anaxa simply waved him off. “But that’s precisely what people like me are for. We can start slow, something like…”

Phainon observed as his professor trailed off in deep thought, curiosity admittedly tugging at his brain, but the wait was short-lived and Anaxa cocked his head, eying Phainon with a knowing glance.

“Tickling,” he nodded. “We can try tickling.”

Something about his expression must’ve given his confusion away as Anaxa sighed before Phainon could even think of anything to say. “Sorry, t-tickling?”

“Yes, tickling,” Anaxa repeated as he fiddled with the hem of Phainon’s clothes, barely bothered to look him in the eyes. “Why? Scandalized already?”

“N-no! But… isn’t it a little c-childish? I mean, is that… a fantasy of yours, professor?”

For the first time in the night, and maybe in a good while, Phainon heard Anaxa laugh. Even if was out of mockery, he couldn’t help the feeling of his heart skipping a beat at that sweet, but slightly unnerving sound. “What do you take me for, Phainon? Aren’t I the said ‘blasphemous’?”

Phainon clenched his jaw as Anaxa suddenly seemed closer than before. He could feel how his professor’s fingers tugged at his clothes and promptly stepped forward. As their legs pressed together, Phainon felt a shiver course through his spine, one that made him abandon any questions about Anaxa’s proposal.

“As long as it makes me feel good, Phainon, anything will do it. Even mundane… or ‘childish’ things such as tickling. Understood?”

He nodded and swallowed, unconsciously holding his breath for a moment. “Y-yes, professor.”

Anaxa smiled. “Good,” he hummed and slid his hands up Phainon’s body. The latter flinched, and even closed his eyes shut, expecting a certain ticklish touch that never came. Instead, Anaxa wrapped his arms around Phainon’s neck and leaned his weight into him.

“Ah! C-careful, Professor Anaxa–”

“Come on, now, don’t leave me waiting,” Anaxa purred before he kissed the curve of Phainon’s jaw. “Must I teach you how to do this as well? Do you want me to tell you where I’m sensitive, too?” He chuckled softly before he planted another kiss against Phainon’s heated skin.

A soft, barely contained whine was the only answer Phainon could give him. He was hugging his professor, holding him, in fact. He had wrapped his arms around Anaxa’s slim frame and breathed against the other man’s ear, smelling the faint notes of his scent. These were enough to overwhelm his poor, young lover’s heart, but he couldn’t stop just then. Anaxa wanted more, demanded more from him.

Just tickling, he could do that, Phainon repeated inside his head and nodded to himself.

He moved his fingers, slowly, and traced the back of Anaxa’s ribs. He scratched at the spot, listening carefully to any reaction from the other. “...Are you ticklish here, professor?”

“Pfft,” Anaxa scoffed, definitely not the sound Phainon was hoping to hear. “Have you ever tickled anyone?”

“O-of course I have! Just… not like this…”

“Just tickle me, Phainon,” Anaxa taunted, his voice low and close to Phainon’s ear. He pressed his fingers into his student’s back and leaned even more of his weight into Phainon’s large, strong frame. He stretched himself out like a cat, posing himself vulnerable just for Phainon’s restless, nervous hands. “Please,” Anaxa chuckled before he bit down at Phainon’s earlobe, “give me something else to laugh about besides this poor performance of yours.”

And Phainon whined again at the demand, this time with his dick throbbing and pressing up against his trousers. His hands moved almost on their own, they slid around Anaxa’s body so his fingers could tease and wiggle against the exposed, unprotected skin under his professor’s arms. “S-stop provoking me, professor Anaxa… you should be nicer to your students.”

Anaxa pressed his forehead against the top of Phainon's chest, and he shuddered as annoyed, but genuine laughter started to make it past his stubbornness. “Y-you– hah, you gohot the nerve tohoh– hngh, to speak back to me, Phahainon of Aedes E-Elysiae?” Anaxa giggled through a crooked smile, his fingers clenched around the back of his student’s clothes. “This is nohothing, heh. I ehexpected muhuch better from you~”

Phainon frowned at the mockery, curling his hands against Anaxa’s skin. “You– are you not so ticklish, p-professor? Are you playing me right now?” 

How could he possibly be messing this up? It was tickling, what else was his professor expecting? Anaxa was making it harder for him on purpose, Phainon thought, but not for long as he was distracted with a kiss against his cheek. “I’m ahawfully… s-sensitive for my lihiking,” Anaxa huffed, tiptoeing to reach and continue to whisper at Phainon’s ear, “but you’re mehediocre at behest, heh.”

“I’m trying–! I’m really trying!” And he really did with the quick jab delivered to the side in hopes of catching his professor off-guard, but his efforts were met with a subtle “mmph!” rather than a squeal he was hoping for.

“Alright, enough, enough,” Anaxa pulled away with a huff of what Phainon could only sense was mild irritation.

“M-Maybe we could try something else then?”

“No, if you cannot handle even this, I fear your performance with anything else.” Phainon stumbled back as Anaxa slid off the edge of the desk, hanging his head low. “But there’s always a solution to every problem. Switch places with me.”

“...Huh?”

Switch??

“Yes, you, on the table.”

“But how is that supposed to improve–”

His mouth shut on instinct the moment his professor pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “No, I will show you how to do things properly. Understand?”

“W-Wait, professor, what do you mean by that?” The shock stumbled out of his mouth but his mind had already made the connection. “I-I’m not sure this is the right way to go about this and I’m really ticklish–”

“Even better.”

“No, professor,” he pleaded with his eyes, but Anaxa was already stepping around to the other side, trapping Phainon between him and the desk and his damned body refused to listen to him, one step back as Anaxa took his one step forward.

“Professor, p-please, you really don’t want to tickle me–”

“I actually really do.”

“No, I-I might kick you and you’ll get hurt-”

“Then all the more reason for you to learn.”

“P-Professor–”

His butt hit the side of the table.

Anaxa’s front brushed against his groin and his breath hitched.

He was trapped.

His body had practically gone limp the moment Anaxa pressed further and Phainon sat back onto the desk, ensnared by his professor’s enthusiastic gaze. “You’re shaking,” his voice dripped with hunger.

And he couldn’t stop if he wanted to – Anaxa’s body was practically on top of his and their entwined breaths pulsed in his ears and Phainon’s mind went into a haze. He hardly registered the finger lifting to the side of his face, tracing the side of his ear and trailing along his jawline and Phainon found himself pressing his chin into Anaxa’s palm – for comfort or longing, he wasn’t sure. There was a note of amusement as the tip of his professor’s finger caressed the underside of his chin, only to disappear altogether.

Phainon barely caught the snicker in Anaxa’s voice.

“You’re going to do so well.”

Had he not blinked, Phainon would’ve detected the other hand creeping towards his side and his eyes popped open at the sensation. It was just a tingle, a flicker of exploratory purpose, but his body writhed away without command, twisting away from his professor.

“My… just from this?” The twinkle in Anaxa’s eye was enough to send a trickle down Phainon’s spine.

“N-No, professor, I-I can’t,” he whined as he felt a slight tug at his black shirt, the occasional finger managing to poke through the thin mesh. “P-Please..”

“Just breathe,” Anaxa cooed, but the slip of fingers underneath his shirt prompted Phainon’s body to jump, the desk rattling underneath him and the press of fingers into bare skin resulted in a low keen.

“HaaHh..”

His stomach trembled, his core moving as if it would find a way out or a manner to evade the offense. Anaxa continued to toy with him: one, two, three digits brushed gently against the skin, alarming and flaring up his nerves. This was a matter of time, a losing battle against himself and his professor. Phainon knew he was too ticklish to play it cool now.

“This is rather amusing,” Anaxa commented, watching Phainon’s muscles jump at the mere tease, “now… let it out– no, laugh it out.”

That was the one request that Phainon didn’t want to oblige. He held onto the edge of the table as if his life was on the line, when in reality he simply didn’t want to laugh like an idiot in front of his professor. Phainon felt the corners of his lips curling up as Anaxa’s fingers wiggled against his side and struggled to keep the giggles from spilling out.

He pressed his eyes shut out of instinct, as if that was going to make the ticklish feeling go away. Maybe if he tried hard enough, he would be able to hold it together; to ignore Anaxa’s hand prodding at the bottom of his ribs with a curiosity that was, one day or another, surely going to get him killed.

Phainon let out a shaky breath, the table softly creaking under his grip. “I-I gehet it now, prohofessor AhanahAH– A-Anaxa! Y-you cahan stohop!”

“First,” Anaxa hissed and squeezed Phainon’s side, making his student jump and let out a loud squeal. “It’s Anaxagoras, how many times must I repeat myself? Second, this is no mere demonstration, Phainon of Aedes Elysiae. There is plenty more for you to learn, so stay put, yes?”

“NOhoh! No, p-prohofessor– ahAHa!”

Phainon found himself curling over Anaxa’s body, almost laying his head on top of his professor’s shoulders. Anaxa’s fingers found a way to nestle themselves against his ribs – tickling, pinching, stroking. Whatever he did, Phainon couldn’t help himself, struggling to even stand on his own.

“Stand still,” Anaxa reprimanded him, ceasing the tickling for just a moment to push Phainon back in place. “Do I have to tie you up?” He grinned, his student’s chest waving as he tried to catch up his breath.

“P-Professor Anax– ahem, A-Anaxagoras, just a m-moment, please!”

“Sigh, speak.”

“I-I don’t know if I like being tickled! I-It feels w-weird and I– hmmph!” Phainon widened his eyes, caught off guard by Anaxa’s palm against his lips. 

Anaxa, however, didn’t seem angry at him despite the sternness in his voice just now. With his student’s attention for himself alone, he slid his other hand down Phainon’s body to grope at the tent in his pants again. This time, Anaxa’s fingers curled around the erection, massaging it slightly.

“You ‘don’t like it’? Your body tells me otherwise,” he murmured, feeling Phainon’s hot breath against his head and savoring the muffled gasps and mewls. “Don’t worry, we will fix that. I’ll make sure you’ll love it by the Lucid Hour, Phainon of Aedes Elysiae.”

“H-hmmph?”

“Please, don’t act like I’m making some sort of offense. Let’s say I… want to help my favorite student experience some profanity.”

If he could just.. control his bodily urges, Phainon would have let himself linger on the “favorite student” comment, but his professor robbed him of that, pressing his fingers methodically into Phainon’s cock that had the younger shift desperately in place.

“Now, I’m going to give you a choice,” Anaxa paused with his peerless gaze, undoubtedly enraptured with Phainon’s state. “I’ll grant you the honor of picking our next area of focus.”

P-Picking?!

He whined with apprehension and Anaxa slowly removed his hand from Phainon’s mouth, though the other remained vigilant at his groin. “Professor, p-please, I-I don’t think I can.”

“You can,” Anaxa leaned in closer and Phainon writhed at the slight squeeze, “or would you prefer I help you decide?” And with a pause, “you might not like what I choose.”

His breath turned shallow as he recounted potential choices, but titans, Phainon was ticklish pretty much everywhere as far as he could remember. Choosing anything might as well be a death sentence for him, but he didn’t have much time, as Anaxa drummed against Phainon’s inner groin impatiently.

“M-My..” his voice stammered, awash with uncertainty, “my…. stomach?”

“Oh? You’ve made an excellent choice.”

He couldn’t shake the feeling that he, in fact, had not.

But Anaxa had already made up his mind, lifting his hand from Phainon’s thigh to graze against the edge of Phainon’s shirt in delicate motion, so light that it could be mistaken for air. Something about this was different; something about this was enough to make Phainon shudder.

“Too late to turn back down, my dear student,” Anaxa muttered, as if listening to Phainon’s thoughts. “But I’m going to enjoy this.. and so will you.”

The sensation hit him faster than he could register; his body reacted without command and a squeal leapt from his throat. He tried to collapse back against the desk in an attempt to outmaneuver the hand digging into his skin, but Anaxa’s free hand simply grasped his shirt tightly, easily drawing Phainon back to him.

“P-Profehehesohor! Plehehease!”

And this only seemed to drive Anaxa further, as Phainon threw his head back in laughter once both hands reached for his stomach under his shirt, kicking his legs against the desk. “Do you feel it?” Anaxa spoke, hunger laced through his teeth. “Do you feel the insatiable urge in the hollows of your nerves? The precipice of awakening? Do you feel it yet, Phainon?”

And Phainon’s head started to spin – he wasn’t sure if it was the constant tickling leaving him without breath to think or the loss of thought in regard to Anaxa’s questioning, but something was.. off… and through his laughter he finally realized.

Despite all his complaints and the hassle Anaxa’s hands had put him through, Phainon was still rock hard; leaking, even. He felt his dick throb in response to the ticklish feeling that made his head spin and cheeks hurt with laughter. “I– ahah! I-I dohohon’t knohow?! P-profehehessor, it feehehels weheheird!”

“Sigh, forget it,” Anaxa shook his head and pried at Phainon’s shirt, further exposing his stomach. His hands clawed at the toned, clenching muscles around his student’s navel, and then dug into his sides, which seemed to be just as sensitive. “We will get you to figure it out on your own, eventually.”

Phainon could only squeak like a dromas’ toy, squirming in the little room he had left as Anaxa’s fingers teased and tormented every inch of skin around his midriff. And had that not been enough to overwhelm him and render him completely useless, Anaxa’s thigh had also taken the room between Phainon’s legs, pressing his erection whenever the student dared to think of interfering with the tickling.

“T-Tihitans– I-I cahan’t breheheathe!” Phainon laughed, tossing his head back as giggles and something akin to moans poured from his lips like wine from Phagousas’ chalice. It was useless to fight it or argue against his professor: all Phainon could and had to do was to stay still to be toyed with, guided to some strange agonizing pleasure that only Anaxa could provide.

He squeezed Anaxa’s legs between his, grinding his crotch against Anaxa’s thigh as much as possible while the skin of his stomach slowly turned red from the constant touching, squeezing and scratching. “P-professor”, Phainon gasped, the air unbearably hot around his collar, “e-ehehenough tihickling, p-please! Ahah– I-I cahan’t anymohore!”

“Nonsense,” Anaxa purred, his hands just below the hem of Phainon’s riled up shirt, “you’re at your prime, Phainon of Aedes Elysiae, I’m sure you can take much more. If you ask me, you even look… a little better like this, under distress.”

Should he take that compliment, Phainon wondered and sighed in relief as the tickling came to a halt. He wasn’t sure if that was another of Anaxa’s comments filled with second and third meanings and hidden mean remarks, but just the gentler, kind tone was enough for him to buy it. “D-do you– hah, do you t-think I look good, professor?”

“Yes,” Anaxa chuckled, his hands slowly climbing up Phainon’s body. He reached for Phainon’s chest and rubbed the sides of the hard muscles with his thumbs, feeling the warmth and dampness of the skin. “You’re very handsome, Phainon.”

Phainon had to bite his inner lip to hold back his reaction. He felt his whole body shudder, something burning inside his chest and making his loins tingle at the sound of that word. He feared he would faint if Anaxa spoke of him like that again. Phainon could only let out a soft cry, words and feelings stuck at the back of his throat.

“With that being said,” Anaxa continued just as Phainon opened his mouth to skip. The professor curled his fingers at the sides of Phainon’s chest like a predator ready to pounce on its prey. “I assume you understand why we can’t stop just yet, yes?”

The feeling struck him like lightning. Anaxa’s fingers dug into the creases under Phainon’s arms and laughter filled the whole room again in a matter of seconds, if not faster. Phainon clasped his arms down against his body and held onto Anaxa’s shoulders, trying to stop his professor’s hands from keep tickling him there.

“W-WAHAIT! AHAhah, t-that’s nOHohot my stomahAHAH!!!” Phainon cackled, even letting some of his weight on Anaxa’s leg that still stood between his own. “P-proHOhofehessor!!”

“I’m well aware,” Anaxa scoffed, wiggling his fingers as much as he could into the soft skin. He decided to spare Phainon from the remark about his posture, there was just so much he could rely on his student, after all. “But I never said I’d limit myself to your choices, did I? That was merely for us to start, Phainon.”

The difference between an introductory and an advanced ‘class’ had never been so clear. Anaxa’s tickles suddenly felt more intense, rough as if he wanted Phainon to melt into a laughing puddle. The feeling stole the air from his lungs and forced it out in sheer, panicked giggles.

He was physically stronger than his professor, that’s for sure, but the tickling rendered him defenseless, vulnerable in a way that even the strength Phainon was so proud of seemed to have left his body. He couldn’t fight it anymore; he could just sob and laugh at Anaxa’s mercy – which Phainon started to doubt the existence of.

“At least pretend to suffer if you’re going to beg me like that,” Anaxa mocked, lifting his thigh against Phainon’s crotch again. “It won’t convince me when you’re this aroused,” he leaned closer, making sure he would be heard even through all the noise coming from his student.

As scandalized as he was by the thought, he couldn’t deny it. Despite how ticklish it felt and how much he tried to push Anaxa away, Phainon was still humping the other man’s leg like an animal in heat.

His dick was still hard, throbbing and even leaking under the friction and stimulation Phainon could get from the motion. Against his better judgment, he didn’t want it to stop: he wanted Anaxa to keep tickling him, to rub himself harder against his professor, to have more of everything that he insisted to say that it was past enough.

This feeling stirred up inside him, hot and fluttering. He felt out of breath, drool pooling on the corner of his lips as he thrashed his head back and forth. Phainon gritted his teeth and a low, almost pained moan came out. He furrowed his brows and clenched his fingers on Anaxa’s arm, his body tensing up for a whole moment. 

When he finally dared to open his eyes, the room seemed to spin around them. All he could picture Anaxa smirking at him, a satisfied smile like the ones he made at his successful experiments.

“You had a good one, hm?” Anaxa purred, lightly tracing circles over Phainon’s highest ribs with the tips of his fingers. He rocked his leg up and down, making his student whine through the breathless laughter. “But you look so confounded, stunned as someone who just gazed upon a forbidden truth… are you not satisfied yet?”

“P-Professor, I-I..” Phainon’s voice croaked in his throat, caught between a mix of shame and a sense of relief he didn’t want to totally acknowledge, yet the emptiness starting at the pit of his stomach seemed to only grow the further Phainon spiraled back to reality. His mind slowly parsed through each sensation and only then did it finally hit him – did he really just–?

“Yes, Phainon, you did just come,” Anaxa’s voice cut in with an amused laugh, catching Phainon’s thoughts once more. “Wasn’t it invigorating? A new experience for you to withhold, no? I’m sure you must be appreciative.”

But Phainon could barely call this any of that. He just came in his pants – a grown man came in his pants from being tickled. He should feel mortified, but Phainon could quite literally not feel anything – not the breath in his ears, not the weight in his head, not even his professor between his legs – save for the stain in his pants. 

But the worst part?

It was the best orgasm of his life. A sensation so strong that made something shift inside Phainon’s head and heart, as if it made itself part of his very self. 

“What are your thoughts, hm?” Anaxa brought his hand to Phainon’s chin, forcing the other to look into Anaxa’s gaze. “Your reactions alone were telling enough, so I presume my performance was satisfactory.”

Phainon inhaled, filling his empty stomach with air where there used to be warmth, steadying his thoughts. “I-I’m not sure, professor.” He wanted to shift his line of sight, but Anaxa’s expectant stare stopped him in his tracks. “But it was different, I’m not sure how to explain it, a-and I started to feel fuzzy and–”

“Was it to your liking or not?”

“Y-Yes, professor!”

“Fantastic.” Anaxa nodded as if having mastered his greatest deed yet. “We will be sure to work on this in future sessions.”

“W-Wait, future sessions-?!”

“But for now,” Anaxa paused with what Phainon could only describe was a sigh of accomplishment, “I expect you to fully put your newfound experience to good use and reciprocate the favor.”

“Wait– huh?! Professor, I-I don’t think I’m ready for that yet–”

But Anaxa was already leaning forward and Phainon had no choice but to hold the smaller man in his arms as his professor shifted weight, pressing his growing erection into Phainon’s thigh.

“But my dear pupil,” Phainon’s skin crawled as Anaxa’s breath ghosted over the tattoo on his neck, “I have determined that you quite are.”

Phainon didn’t manage to question it or ask for further explanation. Anaxa seemed to have planned at least four steps ahead for their night and there was time to waste with uncertainty. As his student, all Phainon could do was to put up his efforts in not falling behind in the next lessons.

He could only retrieve his body to himself by the time the Entry Hour arrived. It was only then that he started to take note of his surroundings and realize that he was still not only at Anaxa’s bedroom, but at his very bed and laid next to him. It all felt like a feverish dream, some sort of illusion set by the Coin of Whimsy itself. If it wasn’t for the marks left on his and Anaxa’s skins, maybe Phainon would’ve started questioning his own memory, too.

But it was all real: from the moment he stepped inside his professor’s chambers to when he had to walk out of it wearing the same clothes he left a stain on. The giddiness, the raise, the fall and the shame. Those vivid emotions, now etched to his brain, were all backed up by facts and not mere fantasies anymore.

“Phainon of Aedes Elysiae,” Anaxa’s stern voice called out to him in reprimand. Phainon shook his head and opened his eyes wide as if he had been pulled from a dream. “Should the lecture not be to your liking,” Anaxa continued, idly pacing in front of the class, “come visit my office again after the Parting Hour. I’m sure I’ll have some other text that’ll tickle your fancy in my collection.”

Phainon felt a shiver run down his spine at the mention of that word. He saw Anaxa smirking at him, fingers tapping against the podium, and Phainon’s mind did the rest by pulling the memories from his past ‘lessons’: him laughing out loudly and writhing in Anaxa’s bed as his professor tormented his body with the sweetest of agonies. The mere recollecting of those sensations was enough to make his loins flutter.

He swallowed thickly and pressed his legs together to cover the tent in his pants. “T-thank you, professor, b-but the lesson is fine as it is. Continue, please.”

“Very well,” Anaxa chuckled and resumed his speech to spare his favorite student from the class’ curious eyes.