DMC Sentence Starter Tickle Fic Prompts - #37
Prompt #37 - “Wait–no, not that, anything but that!”
-> Gameverse, ler!Credo, lee!Vergil (VerCredo ship/romantic)
A/N: there's a longer explanation for this pairing I promise but for now enjoy my insanitySKJDFHSJKDNS
It was hard enough trying not to fall apart by his fingers alone.
But the moment Credo showed off the cluster of feathers kept tucked away in his uniform’s pocket, all thought of composure was thrown out the window.
“Wait–no, not that, anything but that!”
“Do my ears deceive me? Reverent firstborn son of Sparda, begging for mercy?” The general’s smirk grew vicious at the crack in Vergil’s voice, the sheer panic that seeped into his blue irises that were indistinguishable from excitement. “Or could it be… that mercy isn’t what you seek?”
Vergil shakily bit down a whine. The tease stirred the flutters in his stomach into a frenzy, having his heels dig further into the mattress beneath him. Even with the rapid shakes of his head he gave thereafter, he couldn’t deny the exhilaration in knowing how his squirming was all for naught; assured by the tightened grip Credo had on his wrists, keeping them pinned above his head and leaving all those delicate spots on his body exposed for the devotee on top of him.
Credo tutted, just as easily reading through the deceit as the brightening fluster all over his beloved’s features.
“Fret not.” He mused sweetly, rewarding the other’s eagerness with a slow inch of feathers towards one of his underarms. “I have everything you need right… here.”
The words were punctuated with a feathery brush into his hollows, and Credo delighted in the high-pitched squeals that filled the room.
