Kore’s Tickling Horny Blog

"…"

Harumasa flinched away from the phone, his eyes scrunched up as Yanagi's scolding went on. He knew this was going to happen, but what else was he supposed to do? "I-I know, I know!" He whined, sounding like he was at the verge of crying. "But… I-it's really hard for me to go out right now, Deputy Chief".

"I'm going to need a clearer, decent explanation, Asaba-kun, especially if I'm going to fill out your leave request," Yanagi continued, her tone slightly firmer than usual. She was mad, Harumasa thought as he leaned on the sink for support. "This is the third time this week, so unless it's really something—"

"It's a side effect!" Harumasa admitted, his fingers clenched around the phone and eyes lowered to avoid his own reflection. "My doctor prescribed me a new medicine and I took it for the first time yesterday, but… y-you could say I woke up with some weird side effects from it…"

"Shouldn't you come and get checked by our medical team, then? I'm sure someone at H.A.N.D.S. can treat your symptoms."

"T-that's the problem!" Harumasa pinched the bridge of his nose. He wished he could simply blurt it out and end this awful phone call at once. He would rather be caught dead than be in a situation like this, but here he was. "I… I can't go out, Deputy Chief."

Yanagi sighed and Harumasa could picture what sort of face she was probably making on her end. "Can you at least tell—"

"I have to hang up now, Deputy Chief! Thank you very much, I'll buy you something when I'm back! Bye bye!!"

"Wait—"

"Fuck," Harumasa hissed, his heart pounding inside his chest. He would need way more than just an apology gift for when he made it back to the office, but that was a problem for later. He looked back at his reflection, his eyes wandering down from his frustrated face to the hard cock standing between his legs.

Despite what he told Yanagi, Harumasa wasn't sure if this lasting, stubborn erection was really a side effect from the pills he took the night before. All he knew was that he was fine when he went to sleep and that he woke up to this aching, bothersome problem.

At first he thought it was a regular morning wood, nothing he should really worry about. When it refused to go away after a couple seconds, Harumasa just decided to… have some fun before heading out. Then, however, the problem really started.

He wasted almost half an hour under the shower, his back pressed against the cold wall while he jerked himself off under the stream of warm water. He stroked his length from the tip to the base, rubbing and squeezing the tip and even playing with his balls, but nothing seemed to work or get himself off. Harumasa felt the arousal and the frustration from the edging growing up inside him with each passing second, and, yet, he couldn't cum.

The orgasm started to feel less like a bliss and more like a need. He continued to masturbate, trying to picture the hottest scenes he could inside his head, only for it to turn into one fruitless attempt after the other. His dick swelled and leaked, the tip turned into a deep shade of red and he felt his balls clenching, but he didn't get even the slightest taste of release.

As he stepped out of the shower with an even more pent up erection, despair started to hit him. His erection started to feel a little painful, the muscles around his core tired from the tension and the clenching. Harumasa was supposed to go out to work in a couple minutes, but how was he supposed to show up in public like this?

After he hung up on Yanagi, he made his way back to his bedroom. He wore the towel around his shoulder, barely bothering to dry off the damp skin. All Harumasa could think about now was to get himself to cum — even when he had no proof it would actually work or solve his problem, it was the only thing he could think of now.

Harumasa sat on his bed, naked, and slowly reached for his dick again. He hesitated, afraid to make the problem even worse than it already was, but the craving for an orgasm was already far greater than what he could reason.

He stroked his dick again, gently clenching his fingers around the shaft. He pumped it once, twice, thrice, leaning back on his hand and throwing back his head. "Ah— ahh, d-damn it… hnngh… c-come on," Harumasa moaned, his eyes half closed while he stared at the aching boner between his legs.

But it didn't matter how, or what, he tried. Nothing seemed to work, to please him enough to give him that push past the edge.

After another fruitless, frustrated masturbating session, Harumasa started to wonder if there wasn't anything else he could do. Maybe he should try calling his doctor again or just go back to sleep with the vain hopes that it would go away. He looked around his room, his arm tired after the repetitive attempts, and ended with his eyes landing on his phone. Harumasa sighed and another, even less reasonable path of action came up to his mind.

He reached for his phone, hesitating before he dialed each and every digit. Part of him began to hope that he wouldn't pick up the call, but he insisted on the plan.

The sound of the phone ringing made him regret that choice more and more by the second. Expectation started to make him anxious and Harumasa thought about giving up on this absurd decision. However, out of irony or luck, he heard a soft click before he could act and the other man's voice reached him.

"Hello?" Wise asked. He sounded a bit drowsy, especially calm.

"H-hey there, manager," Harumasa muttered and laid back on his bed. The room's air felt cold against his skin and so did the sheets that barely offered him any comfort at that point. He couldn't be less bothered by them, however. "Say it, a-are you busy right now?"

"Hmm, not really, why—"

"Great," Harumasa gasped, rolling onto his side, "c-can you come over my place? I-I… I need your help. Please."

Silence lingered in the call for merely a second and Harumasa's heart began to race again. He squeezed the phone between his fingers and bit down at his lower lip, waiting for the answer that seemed to take an eternity to come. He opened his mouth, but his words were held at the back of his throat as soon as Wise's voice could be heard again through the phone.

"Let me just get changed and I'll be on my way," Wise muttered. Harumasa could hear some soft noises coming from Wise's end, probably from him walking around wherever he was. "Is everything alright, though? You sound… off. Do you want me to call someone else—"

"No!" Harumasa answered, a little too fast to not make Wise even more alarmed. "I-I just— ahem, well, it's better if… you come on your own. I really need you here, manager," he added in a sigh that neared a cry.

"I'll be there in a minute, I'll hang up."

"T-thanks, manager," Harumasa forced himself to smile before the call ended, trying to keep himself positive about it.

He should've thought about this twice, but there was no room for clear reasoning when he was so damn hard. Arousal clouded his judgment and drove him like instincts guided an animal. What would he even tell Wise when he got there? This was way worse than a regular booty call, way more pathetic too.

Harumasa held the towel against his face, ashamed of himself and the situation he was in. It was going to be fine, he told himself, Wise was always nice to him and always knew what to do.

They couldn't be that close yet, but something about Wise just made him seem like the right person to call. He was caring, kind and always wore that gentle smile that made him look even more handsome. Wise was smart and… always smelled nice, too. He wasn't that strong, but his hands always felt so firm that Harumasa wouldn't mind trusting his life on them. In fact, he wished he could be held by them right now…

"F-fuck…" Harumasa gasped, his hand already back at his cock before he could make notice of it.

Calling Wise suddenly started to feel more and more like the right thing to do. Harumasa pressed his eyes shut and frowned, stripping Wise off his clothes inside his head just to imagine him in all sorts of situations and poses. Harumasa was sure Wise had a nice ass and probably a nice cock too. He wanted to feel it— no, he needed to feel it. How would Wise's voice sound in bed? He looked like the type that would get breathless so easily….

"D-damn it, manager… hurry up…"

Just how far away was the Sixth Street again?

Harumasa pressed his face into the mattress and groaned, his hand coated in his own pre-cum while he turned the bedsheets into an absolute mess. His surroundings started to blur right before his eyes and everything seemed to spin as he shifted around the mattress. Harumasa let out a saddened chuckle, even more annoyed at the thought that all of this was happening because of an orgasm he couldn't reach.

He sat himself back up and grabbed his phone with his still-clean hand. He had already lost count of how many times he checked the clock in the past hour, but there was still hope that more than a few minutes would've passed. "I think I'm going to go crazy—"

Knock knock.

"A-ah!" Harumasa's eyes snapped open and he turned around to face the source of that sound. He wasn't hallucinating, not this time, right? "W-Wise?" He called and clenched his hand around the towel that kept him company until now. "Is that you?"

"Yes?" The muffled voice came from the distance, from the other side of Harumasa's apartment's main door.

"P-perfect," Harumasa gasped and stumbled his way out of his bed, barely wrapped in his towel. He made a crude knot around his waist, just enough to not completely flash his guest right at the door. "J-just a second, I'm grabbing the keys!"

Wise chuckled, "It's fine, Harumasa".

Damn it, Harumsa thought, just then realizing he still didn’t have an explanation or even the slight idea of what he was going to ask Wise to do. All he did until now was to touch himself and moan the manager’s name. What was he even supposed to do with that?!

He sighed one last time, gathered what was left of his pride and dignity, and pulled the door halfway open to peek at Wise. “H-hey there, manager.”

Despite how much he tried to sound natural, he knew he wouldn’t be able to fool Wise and, even if he did, it wouldn’t last long. Wise cocked his head to the side, his eyebrow arched as he stared at Harumasa’s bare shoulder. “Did I arrive at a bad time? Should I come back later?”

“No– well,” Harumasa coughed, not really willing to admit what he had done in the past hour. “Can… you come in? I think it’d be better to explain.”

Wise nodded and Harumasa pulled the door the rest of the way, still hiding behind it like a shield. When Wise was finally inside, Harumasa snapped the door shut like it was all part of some sort of trap and stood in front of it.

He turned around and was met with Wise confused and somewhat flustered gaze over his body. “I s-swear I can explain it,” he muttered. Maybe he should’ve just called his doctor, after all.

“Were you showering?” Wise said and turned his face away. “I-I’m sorry, you didn’t say anything earlier, but you seemed in trouble so I just came over as soon as I could.”

Harumasa felt the air around his face turn hotter and his own skin warm up. He pressed his legs together and held the towel tightly against his crotch. “I-it’s fine, ahem, I just… didn’t have time to change myself yet.”

“Right,” Wise seemed just as lost, and uncomfortable, as Harumasa with the whole situation. Still, he seemed to somehow manage to collect himself again, even facing Harumasa despite the awkwardness and embarrassment. “You said you needed my help, right?”

“Yes,” Harumasa bit his lower lip and threw a glance at the ground between the two of them.

He had known Wise for a while and, admittedly, had one or two feelings for him, too. They’ve gotten closer over the time and even casually flirted a few times, but that was it. He never dared to take another step and Wise didn’t seem like the type to make his move first either, so this was all their relationship was about.

At least, until now.

If they were to be more than friends, Harumasa wanted to make it at least a little corny. Ask the proxy out on a date and buy him silly gifts. This already felt like he was messing it up and, maybe, even screwing whatever chances he had with Wise. Still, if he couldn’t do it by himself, he might as well try to make something out of this weird, awful situation. He was this desperate, after all.

"Can you fuck me?" Harumasa blurted it out after a sigh.

He fixed his eyes on Wise's face and watched his expression slowly shift as realization dawned on him. His cheeks turned into a shade of deep pink in mere seconds and his mouth hung agape, at a complete loss of words. If it wasn't for the predicament he was in, Harumasa would've found Wise's reaction quite amusing to look at.

"W-what?! I mean, ahem, you don't mean—"

"Sex, manager," Harumasa interrupted him, his hands clenched harder at the towel around his waist. "I-I need to have sex with you! Like, right now!" He groaned, looking around. He couldn't believe in his own words, how could he hope to convince Wise?

"I— wait, you said you 'need' us to have sex?" Wise blinked in sheer confusion, he looked at Harumasa from head to toe again and tried to make sense out of the situation.

There was no way he hadn't spotted the bulging tent between his legs at that point, Harumasa thought. Wise was probably going to assume he was some kind of freak or worse. But would explaining his issue make the whole situation any better?

"Yes," Harumasa nodded and finally found the courage to look at Wise in the eyes again. "So…"

Getting caught unarmed by an ethereal would hurt less, if he had to guess. Harumasa explained, in an awfully detailed manner, his current situation to the proxy. From the mere change of medicine to how his permanent boner ruined his entire morning routine and the fruitless attempts he had tried so far. The worst of all was that not even the shame and the humiliation from having to justify his absurd request made his dick go soft. In fact, it stood up as proud and shameless as ever.

Harumasa wanted to know what sort of thought was going through Wise's head. All he could catch were the looks of disbelief, then something like pity with a pinch of amusement. Was he buying it? Or was he trying to find a way to make it out of the apartment? Harumasa hoped it was the first.

"T-that's it," he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. The skin of his face felt warm to the touch, almost hot enough to oppose the cold from the room's air against his bare body. "I should add that… I find you pretty cute, too, if that makes it any less weird. I just—"

"It doesn't, really," Wise said, but his tone seemed brighter, more relaxed than from moments ago. The proxy chuckled under his breath once he saw Harumasa's troubled, appalled expression. "But I think you're handsome too."

That was not his point, nor what he wanted to hear. An especially painful throb reminded Harumasa of what he still needed to do. "S-so… can we..?" He bit his lip while his core clenched, his body already reacting on its own to the mere sound of Wise's voice.

The answer came with a shy, quiet nod. Before he could make sense out of it, Harumasa had already taken Wise by his hand and dragged him along, guiding him to his bedroom. It was hard to tell if he felt happy or relieved, maybe a bit of both or something else entirely: eagerness. His heart pounded inside his chest and his erection suddenly became harder to hide. Should he even try to be discreet about it at that point? Harumasa groaned, impatient at his own thoughts.

"Is that the medicine you talked about?" Wise asked as he stood near the edge of the bed, hands closed around the hems of his jacket.

The question snapped Harumasa from that trance-like state. He felt his throat close for a moment, as if caught by surprise and by the realization that he was sitting naked in front of Wise. He coughed, shifting onto his side to try to somehow cover his dick. “Y-yeah, why?” He forced a chuckle and looked at Wise over his shoulder. “Need help getting it up? I know I’m a real sight to behold, but I don’t recommend taking these–”

“Harumasa”, Wise interrupted, he leaned over him and placed one hand at each side of Harumasa’s body, trapping him against the bed. “I told you, I think you’re handsome too, no? So stop with these.”

Harumasa felt a tingle run down through his spine all the way to his dick. “Damn it, manager,” he breathed out slowly, suddenly shy. "I might actually believe you if you keep talking like this.”

Wise smiled. "Good," he said, eyes narrowed as his hand hovered over the other man's body, just an inch away from the skin. It didn't take Wise another second before he finally touched Harumasa, his fingers gently trailed up the side of his thigh and then down the curve of his groin — all with a delicate, almost devoted motion.

"Ah—"

Harumasa clenched his jaw and threw his head back, his skin prickled with goosebumps as Wise started to stroke his dick. The difference between this and when he jerked off earlier shouldn't be this big. Maybe it was the anticipation or how sensitive Harumasa made himself with one frustrated attempt to orgasm after the other. Whatever it was, that sensation had him gripping his bedsheets as if his life was on the line, barely moving yet unable to just lay still.

Wise's fingers squeezed him just right. His erection throbbed inside the proxy's grip, leaking small drops whenever Wise rubbed it close to the tip. Harumasa could barely mind the volume of his voice, too busy letting himself be indulged and handled. For the first time in that morning, he started to feel like he could actually come — Wise's hand felt like the best thing in the world, pleasing him better than anything else could.

"Your neighbors might file a complaint against you," Wise warned as he nestled against Harumasa, his lips less than a palm away from the other's ear. "I'm glad you like it, but—"

"T-then do it faster, manager," Harumasa moaned, his voice now barely louder than a whisper after the reprimand. "Please— ah, f-fuck! I need more, m-manager, please!"

Wise sighed, "I get it, I get it… come here," he added as he pulled Harumasa with him to the mattress, one arm wrapped around his body. Wise picked up the pace, circling his wrist to rub the sensitive tip before stroking the rest of the shaft again, up and down and repeat.

Harumasa pressed his eyes shut and tried to focus on the pleasure to actually come this time. His chest waved with his ragged breaths, each faster than the last as anticipation started to stir inside him again. His back arched slightly as he unconsciously thrust into hand stroking him, seeking for more of Wise's touch. "S-stop teasing, hngh…"

"I-I'm not," Wise muttered, looking down at his hand. Wise had put every trick he could remember from the adult videos he watched before at the store in practice and, while he knew what sort of trouble Harumasa had at the moment, it shouldn't take this long for a result. He felt Harumasa's hot breathing against his neck and his fluids soaking his hand, but all he managed to draw out of him were moans and pleas — not even a sign of the orgasm the other had desperately asked him for.

"Fuck me, Wise," Harumasa sobbed, impatient at another fruitless attempt. He rolled onto his side and clung to Wise's shirt, his face pressed into the proxy's shoulder.

"H-Harumasa," Wise widened his eyes. He wrapped his hands around Harumasa's body as the other slid out of his grip and got impossibly close to him. He felt Harumasa's dick pressing against his clothed thigh, the situation suddenly out of his control. "Wait a s-second, let me try something—"

"No, Wise, please," Harumasa gasped and squirmed in the little space he had against Wise's body. He held Wise's face by his chin with one hand to get a look into his eyes. "This isn't doing it… Please, j-just fuck me."

How could he say no to a request like that? He doubted he even had any other option at that moment. Wise simply nodded and leaned to press his lips against Harumasa's as his hand slid down the other's back. He squeezed Harumasa's ass cheek and gasped as the other whimpered into their kiss. "Hold on, I n-need to prepare you—"

"Hnngh, s-stop complicating it," Harumasa whined and took the chance to catch some air. "Just get inside me already, I-I'll have a stroke if you provoke me any more!"

"Y-you'll get hurt," Wise gasped as he felt Harumasa's hand latching onto his crotch and working to strip him off the rest of his clothes. "It won't take long, I j-just—"

Harumasa groaned and smacked Wise's hand away from his. "I don't care, manager. Now, hurry up."

Wise could only watch as Harumasa undressed him as if he was some sort of package. His pants and underwear were dragged down in one go, left at the height of his knees before Harumasa held his already half hard dick. "See," Harumasa huffed after the little effort, "you want it too…"

"I-I never said I didn't," Wise muttered, his fingers pressed against the small of Harumasa's back while his dick hardened under the attention.

Needless to say, Harumasa wasn't interested in returning the favor or wasting any more time in another foreplay. As soon as it looked enough, he moved and straddled Wise's lap. He felt the proxy's dick rubbing the curve of his ass and looked over his shoulder as if to check it. When he turned his head back, Harumasa couldn't help but smile at Wise's helpless expression.

"What now, manager?" Harumasa purred and placed his hands on top of Wise's chest as he lifted his ass slightly to angle the motion. "Are you scared?"

"Sort of," Wise nodded, his voice shaky. He held onto Harumasa's waist, but nothing else. He knew he had lost control over the situation and the best he could do was to follow the other's commands at that point. "T-this is a little… too hot for me."

Harumasa chuckled, "if you weren't so reliable, I wouldn't have called you. Think of this as a treat for you helping me out, ok?"

Circling his hips one last time, Harumasa felt the tip of Wise's dick press against his asshole and sat down on it in one go. He hissed as a mix of pain and pleasure climbed up his spine as he felt his muscles being forcefully stretched — a price he was willing to pay at that point. Harumasa moaned, his knees suddenly weak.

"E-easy there," Wise gasped after he had nearly choked on his own words. "I t-told you, you'll get yourself h-hurt."

"H-hahh, I'm… I'm a toughie, manager," Harumasa breathed out, trying to get used to the feeling as Wise's cock pressed against his insides. "I can take you j-just fine, I promise."

Hurting him or not, his craving was far too great to have something like that in mind. Harumasa gritted his teeth and moved, his body leaning into his hands for support. He lifted his ass slightly, then lowered it again in one go, letting Wise's cock all the way back inside. Both men moaned and held into each other's bodies, almost dazed by the feeling.

Harumasa did it again — two, three, four times until he managed to pick up the pace. The sound of their bodies pounding against each other filled the room along with the creaking of the bed.

His mouth hung agape, feeling the muscles around his core strain with the effort of each motion, while Wise still seemed lost in the sensation, unable to do anything but serve as his partner. "Y-you're such a pillow princess, a-aren't you, manager?" Harumasa gasped, feeling himself clenched around Wise.

The only answer was a raw, strangled cry from the man under him. He was clearly overwhelmed. Harumasa let out a breathless chuckle and shook his head slightly, as this was his idea and doing after all. And he wasn't feeling bad on his end, either. If anything, riding Wise made him feel the best he had felt that morning: the pleasure had him moving with renewed eagerness, with the hopes that this would finally work.

After a couple minutes bouncing on Wise's cock and having it prod against his swollen prostate, Harumasa started to feel close to his orgasm again. Each thrust inside his ass made his loins burn and tingle with that familiar anticipation that tormented him all morning.

He slowly reached for his dick again and jerked himself off along with the sway of his and Wise's hips. He closed his fingers around the sensitive tip, watching it leak and drip on top of Wise's stomach, like if it was almost, at the very edge of bursting. Wise, too, tightened his grip at Harumasa's waist and started to pull him back against his crotch, reaching deeper inside him. If he could keep this up, then maybe—

"H-Harumasa," Wise sobbed, acting like that name barely managed to escape his throat. "I-I'm close— h-hah, I'm going to come!"

Harumasa's legs tensed on their own as soon as he made sense out of Wise's words. He looked down at the proxy, still just at the verge of coming, but not quite there yet. Harumasa shook his head, fruitlessly trying to resist as Wise pulled him down against his cock. "W-wait, manager! You c-can't, please! H-hold on a little longer!"

He wasn't sure why, but something about Wise coming first made him feel desperate, almost in panic. Maybe it was jealousy, seeing the proxy achieve something he was so restlessly working for like that; or maybe it was just the uncertainty — what if Wise couldn't keep up anymore and went soft after coming? What if Harumasa was left hanging, at the very edge again?

He thought about slowing down or doing something else, but Wise groaned out loudly, not really willing to debate it. The proxy whined through gritted teeth, arching his back off the mattress as Harumasa refused to keep coming down. "W-we can try— hmph! S-something else! Just l-let me have this, I—"

"No!" Harumasa shook his head, strangling a moan at the back of his throat. "I-I still need more, you can't!"

This felt like nonsense, the absurdity of his situation made it almost comical in a way. Wise had been doing nothing but trying to help Harumasa orgasm for the past hour or so, but Harumasa still refused him the same favor. Part of him just didn't want to be the only one craving, aching for the climax — if he had to endure the denial, why couldn't Wise do it too?

But it wasn't like he could control the proxy. In fact, he could barely control himself. Harumasa felt Wise thrust even harder inside his ass, pushing in a way that had Harumasa drooling and seeing stars. Harumasa was too sensitive to even think properly, to the point of mindlessly searching for even the slightest of sensations that could push him over the edge before Wise finished inside him.

He sighed, looking down at the proxy one last time.

"M-manager," he bit his lip, unsure if he was even being heard, "t-tickle me, please! Just use your hands a-and I'll let you come," he said as if that was up to him to decide and not a simple matter of very little time.

"T-tickle?" Wise frowned slightly, clearly confused at the request, but lacked the concentration to ask about it or even confirm if he had heard it right. The idea sounded strange at that point, but if that would make Harumasa stop trying to edge him, he wouldn't question it. So, the proxy nodded, and his fingers that were simply holding Harumasa's body started to squeeze and pinch at his waist.

"F-fuhuck!" Harumasa choked on a giggle, his fingers clenching as tight as they could at Wise's shirt. As Wise's clumsy, uncoordinated fingers tickled at his sides and hips, Harumasa dropped his full weight on the proxy's lap, feeling his dick prod deep inside him again. "K-keep gohoing, aha— p-plehease!"

Harumasa didn't even remember the last time this thought had crossed his mind. It could be while he read one of those absurd fanfics about himself or just a weird porn video he stumbled upon during a long, lonely night. Getting tickled at bed, while having sex — a distant, almost absurd fantasy that laid dormant in the back of his brain. Still, why not try it as well at this point? Maybe this would be what did the trick, or even the awakening of something else inside him.

"Slow down, H-Harumasa," Wise gasped, trying to keep his hands latched onto the other's body. He kept squeezing, rubbing and drilling his thumbs at the spot where Harumasa's thighs met the rest of his body and hoped it would do the trick. "D-do you like this?" Wise managed to grin slightly, gently dragging his nails over the tender, reddened skin.

"S-shuhut up, a-ahh!" Harumasa moaned, a crooked smile pulling at his lips as he tried to balance himself on the proxy's lap. "J-juhust don't stohohop it!"

The feeling itself was hard to describe. It made him feel thrilled, almost elated as forced laughter poured past his lips, mingled with moans and needy gasps. Part of him wanted to smack Wise's hands away, stop the ticklish assault running loose over his body, but Harumasa didn't even dare to entertain such ideas. If anything, he wanted more — he wanted Wise's hands all over him, to be touched and teased non-stop while the proxy fucked him senseless.

He slowly stopped making sense of his surroundings and immersed himself into the sensations: the tickling that flared up his nerves and the pleasure that made his head spin. Harumasa finally let out a breathless 'yes' before he came, a large and warm load of his seed shooting from his cock and landing almost all the way up to Wise's face.

His body went limp for a second and he took his sweet time to come down from that blissful high. When he took note of himself again, he was panting on top of Wise's lap with sperm dripping down his ass cheeks and thighs.

"T-thank you, m-manager," Harumasa gasped, his vision still a little blurry. "I-I'm sohorry… I should've w-warned you—"

"I-it's fine," Wise nodded, sweat making his bangs stick to his forehead and his flushed skin gleam under the dim light of the bedroom. He lifted his hands to hold Harumasa's, both of them trembling as Wise's cock slid out of the other's ass.

Harumasa laid on his stomach by Wise's side, his legs starting to ache as if he had just finished a marathon. He chuckled to himself, barely minding the mess around his bed. "You did better than I thought— f-fuck, t-that was amazing…"

Wise rolled onto his side, the tenderness in his eyes unmasked as he stared at Harumasa's naked body.

Before silence could completely fill the room, just when their breathing was slowly becoming steadier again, Wise reached down and slid his fingers around the small of Harumasa's back, leaving a trail of goosebumps around the little path he traced.

Harumasa didn't say anything, his face still half pressed against the mattress while Wise continued his little experiment. When Harumasa thought he was getting used to the caresses, Wise poked at the spot at the bottom of his ribs and Harumasa jerked away as if he had been electrocuted.

"M-manager?!" Harumasa gasped, arms quickly wrapped around his side. "What was that for? You scared me!"

"Huh, you're actually ticklish," Wise muttered to himself and Harumasa gulped at the comment. "When did you find out you were into it?"

"What?! I-I'm not into anything, what are you talking about?"

"You asked me to tickle you," Wise explained, unbothered and tranquil like he always was. "Back then, when I was fucking—"

"H-hey, hey, hey!" Harumasa hushed, pushing a finger against Wise's lips. "No need to word it like that, manager. We had a moment together— something special." He frowned, turning around to face Wise. "Don't speak so casually of me. At least make me stand out from the rest."

"T-there is no 'rest'," Wise chuckled, nuzzling into Harumasa's hand. "But answer my question: are you into tickling, Harumasa?"

Harumasa huffed and rolled his eyes at the question, feigning annoyance. "It was just for the moment, why are you so fixated on it— ahAHA! M-manager!"

"Where else are you ticklish?" Wise insisted, his tone suddenly more playful as his fingers wiggled against Harumasa's bare side. "Under your arms? Maybe your feet?"

"Wise, stohohop— wait! I-I sahahaid stop it!"

It didn't take Wise a lot of effort to win their little wrestling. Despite his pants tangling up around his legs, there wasn't a lot in his way considering how worn out his partner was. Before he knew it, Harumasa was trapped under his weight — laughing, almost screaming, as Wise's fingers kneaded and squeezed around his ribs.

"You didn't answer me," Wise cooed, scratching the soft skin with the tips of his nails, "why do you like tickling so much? You sound like you're dying right now."

Harumasa whined, dealing little-to-no-damage as he punched Wise's shoulders in an attempt of retaliation. "B-BecahAHause I ahaham!!" He threw his head back, his arms pressing down against his sides as hard as he could to stop Wise's fingers from finding any other ticklish spot.

This was awful, an even bigger disaster if anything. From all the things that had happened this morning, why was it tickling that captured Wise's attention? Harumasa let out an annoyed groan through the laughter and tried to roll back on his stomach. He tried to crawl away, only to be stopped by Wise tickling him under his arm.

"Do you like this? Should I do it harder? Or gentler?"

"YOHOHOU— ahahah, y-yohohou should stohop it, you jeheherk!" Harumasa whined, scrunching up his shoulders as Wise spoke against his ear. The manager laid himself over Harumasa's back, each of his hands nestled under one of Harumasa's arms as he tickled wherever he could reach.

"Come on," Wise chuckled, starting to see the charm behind this whole tickling-thing. "Didn't you call me for help with this?"

"T-that's dihihifferent, you—"

"Harumasa," Wise stopped, his fingers suddenly still against Harumasa's body, "your phone is ringing."

"W-what?" Harumasa sighed. He blinked a few times, coming back down to his senses, and noticed the device vibrating nearby, the screen lit up. 'Deputy Chief Tsukishiro'. "S-shit, I need to pick that up!"

He pulled himself closer to the corner of the bed and took the call as soon as he reached his phone. "H-hello, Deputy Chief!"

"Hi, Asaba. Are you feeling any better?" She sighed softly on the other side of the line, "I wanted to apologize for earlier. I think I may have sounded a little too rough and—"

"AHah—" Harumasa squealed before he could muffle his laughter against the mattress. He looked over his shoulder and saw one of Wise's hands moving over his side. "I-it's fihihine!"

"…are you laughing?"

"N-no! Noho, no no! Not ahahat all!" Harumasa clenched his jaw, trying to hit Wise with his free hand. "J-just dehealing with some ahannoying thiHIhings!"

"I see," Yanagi sighed and Harumasa could almost see her eyebrow twitching with anger. She was going to work him to death for this. "You seem better, in any case. I'll be counting on you again from tomorrow onwards, then. There is a lot of work left to do—"

"WAHahait, w-wahait, Depuhuty Chihief!" Harumasa gasped, both hands clenched around his phone while he tried to curl himself into a ball to escape from Wise's tickling. "I-I mihight need another daHAhay! I-I cohouldn't get an appointment with my doHOHoctor!"

"I'm sure our medical team will have any problem solved, Asaba. Rest for the remainder of the day. We will talk more tomorrow."

"D-deputy Chihief! J-Just a secohond—"

The call ended after a small, almost quiet click. Harumasa felt his heart drop and, worse, Wise's hands picked up the pace. He couldn't even process the fact that he would have to go back to the office the next day before he started to laugh again. "M-MAhanager! S-she got mahad at me!"

"I'm sure you're fine," Wise chuckled, pinning Harumasa's hands against the mattress. "Besides, I heard she let you off for the rest of the day, so let me take care of you, okay? ~"