#dakaichi

The digital clock blinked 4:08 a.m. in bold red numbers. A faint breeze fluttered through the half-open window, rustling the curtains like lazy whispers against the still night. The moonlight filtered through, painting the room in a soft silver. Everything was peaceful… except for the very chatty, very shirtless man currently bouncing with energy in bed.

“Takato-san, you were amazing tonight, like seriously. You always are, but that thing you did with your-” “Junta.” Takato’s voice was groggy, muffled against the pillow. He didn’t open his eyes. “Hmm?” “Shut. Up.” Junta simply laughed. His legs were tangled with Takato’s under the sheets, his hand resting comfortably on his lover’s waist.

His whole body was still buzzing - not just from their steamy time (and yes, they were on round four) but from being in Takato’s arms, skin-to-skin, heart-to-heart. “And you’re so cute when you’re grumpy, Takato-san. You make this little pouty face with your lips and then your brows furrow like-”

In a swift, wordless motion, Takato groaned, pushed himself up, and straddled Junta’s hips, pinning him down with a weight that made Junta blink in surprise. “…T-Takato-san?” For a moment, Junta’s eyes sparkled, a mischievous smile curling on his lips. “Ooh, going for round five?” he asked excitedly, eyes gleaming like a puppy being offered another treat.

“No.” Takato pressed a finger to his lips, hushing him. “Absolutely not. I’m exhausted. I’ve aged three years in one night.” “But-” “Shhh.” Junta fell silent. And then… Takato smirked. It was the kind of smirk that made Junta pause. His eyes were sparkling with mischief, a kind of danger that wasn’t serious but promised something special, making his heart beat faster.

Nor did he know that Takato looked exactly like him, when he decided to mess with him all these times in the past. “You want attention?” Takato muttered. “Fine. You get one special treat - tonight only.” “Huh? What do you- AH!” Takato’s fingers slid straight into action.

He started at the sides, his fingers gliding with precision honed from years of experience on screen and stage, but now applied to a far more chaotic endeavor: Tickling. Junta let out a sharp yelp, completely caught off-guard. His body jolted, back arching as peals of laughter broke out of his chest.

“TAKA- HAHAHA! WAIT! NO WAY?!” “Oh? What’s this?” Takato asked, tilting his head innocently. His fingers continued to wiggle across Junta’s bare sides. “Did the amazing Junta Azumaya just laugh like a kid?” he teased, secretly relieved that the wolves in sheep's clothing actually turned out to be sensitive. “YOHOHOU’RE TIHIHICKLING ME!!”

“That’s the idea.” He shifted slightly, digging his fingers gently into the dips of Junta’s waist. Every touch was slow and deliberate, his long fingers tracing circles up his sides, then fluttering lightly back down again. “Still want to go for round five?” Takato asked teasingly, inching his hands higher. “IHIHI- I MIGHT!” Junta squealed, unable to stop giggling.

His muscles twitched beneath the touch, abs tightening and stomach jumping with every teasing movement. “Yohohou’re ahaha eHehvil!” Takato smirked again, leaning in, his breath brushing against Junta’s ear, ticklish and hot. “Do you even know what tickling means, Azumaya?” he whispered huskily, mimicking the way Junta often teased him.

The brunette couldn’t even form words now, laughter bubbling up like soda from a shaken can. “You’re the one who calls me cute all the time,” Takato continued, his voice a mock-murmur, “but seeing you all giggly and squirmy like this, I begin to wonder who of us the real cutie is~”

He emphasized his words by sneaking his fingers down Junta’s chest, gliding them gently over the warm skin of his stomach. “WAHAHAIT!! AHAHAHAHHAH!” Junta thrashed beneath him, though his movements were surprisingly tame. “EhHEhehehEH tihickles!” He wasn’t fighting it - no, he was relishing it. Takato - his Takato - was tickling him! Tickling him of all things!!

Junta couldn’t be any luckier. The other had noticed it too. “I can’t believe you’re letting me do this,” Takato said, slightly out of breath from his own amusement, “you’re so ticklish it’s unreal.” “UHUHUNDEHER my ribs,” Junta managed to gasp between giggles, “under the highest ones!” Takato blinked. “Are you seriously… telling me where to tickle you now?”

The other nodded rapidly, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes from laughter. “It’s- It’s the wohohorst! HAHAAha b-buHuut ihiti feHEhels soOHoh goHod!!” “Well,” Takato drawled, “if you insist.” Shaking his head a bit, Takato did as he was told. His fingers found the spot quickly - just under the highest ribs, right where the skin was most sensitive.

He gently circled the area, then began pressing just enough in-between to make Junta howl with laughter, his entire torso spasming with helpless joy. “NOHOHO TAKAHAHA-!!” Junta cried, his voice pitchy and delirious. “AHAHAHAH OHOHOH MY GOHOHOD… DOHOHON’T STOHOHOHOP!” he cried out, tears of mirth running down his flustered face.

Despite it tickling so much, he still didn’t make any attempts to stop him, his hands had grabbed into the bedsheets as he laughed under his (boy)friend’s touch. Takato chuckled. “You really are hopeless,” he teased, shaking his head. The seconds stretched like saltwater taffy. The room filled with breathless laughter and the soft rustling of the sheets.

Junta’s cheeks were flushed a deep pink, his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat and heat. His body was trembling under Takato’s as he laughed and squirmed - his only resistance the occasional kicking leg and breathy plea for mercy. And then, Takato shifted back a little and immediately stiffened. He froze. Oh.

He felt… something. Something big pressing up against his thigh. His eyes went wide and he looked down at Junta’s face. His eyes were glassy from laughter, mouth open in a breathless smile, and - yep - completely unbothered. “Are you…?” Takato’s voice trailed off. “Tickling’s really effective,” Junta said innocently, voice high from giggles. “…You’re ridiculous.”

Takato scrambled off of him, cheeks now burning, and flopped onto his back beside him. He knew where this might lead and he didn’t have the stamina to surrender himself to the beast besides him a fifth time tonight. He pulled the sheet up to his chin and glared at the ceiling. “…I’m sleep now, good night.” “Nooo, you’re not,” Junta replied, eyes gleaming.

He rolled over, looming above Takato now, arms braced on either side of him. “Don’t you dare-” “I was just gonna hug you!” Junta beamed, cheeks still pink from laughter. “Takato-san…” His voice softened, his lips brushing against Takato’s forehead as he pulled him into a tight embrace. Their chests pressed together, legs tangled once again.