#ler!lycaon

Wise nodded, still a bit stunned. His sister left not long ago - just after getting a hearing from him from not cleaning up her bedroom - and he was already accepting the fact that it would be on him to tidy up the place… Wise never expected Belle to actually hire someone to do the job. “V-Victoria? Wait, you guys actually do housekeeping services?”

"Our services are varied. We take every job that our staff see fit to fulfill.” Lycaon explained, a gentle yet firm voice tone as his cold gaze laid upon Wise. “I take you’re master Belle’s brother, master Wise. May I come in?”

Right. “Y-yes, that’s me. Please, come in,” Wise nearly stuttered, quickly stepping aside to allow the Thiren to enter his place. The proxy felt a weird sense of shame when Lycaon seemed to inspect the place so thoroughly, almost as if it was some sort of crime scene. “Ahm, sorry for the mess. I was about to clean it up and-”

“No need to apologize, master,” Lycaon interrupted, the sound of his metallic legs echoing as he turned around to face Wise. “That’s what I’m here for. Master Belle requested a full housekeeping and ‘care’ service.”

“I see,” Wise sighed. “Let me show you around, then.”

“As you wish, master,” Lycaon responded promptly, following Wise with absolute elegance in each and every action. A true gentleman, if you asked Wise.

In their short walk around, Wise decided that his bedroom would be a good place to start. It was where he was the most comfortable and familiar with and, if Belle indeed hired a ‘full housekeeping service’, then cleaning his room should also be part of the pack, right?

“This is far better from what I’ve expected, master,” Lycaon praised the proxy as he slid his fingers over one of the shelves, trying to check if there were any particles of dust laying around. “I believe this is not the main part of the problem, is it?”

“No, it isn’t,” Wise chuckled, sitting on the edge of his bed, “I- well, I thought it would be the easiest to start from, so I decided to show you this room first,” he explained, quickly using the excuse he just came up with.

“Then,” Lycaon turned to Wise, his tall figure towering over him as he stood inches away from Wise’s seat, “do you mind if I start with the second part of the service, master?” Lycaon suggested, holding his hand behind his back.

“What do you mean?”

“Master Belle requested a full housekeeping and care service,” Lycaon explained politely, “with your permission, I’ll do the cleaning once I’m done “taking care of you”, as she described in her request.”

Wise had a puzzled look on his face. What kind of thing did Belle hire? Taking care of him? “A-ahm, sure? What did she ask you t- WAH!!”

“Excuse me, master,” Lycaon muttered gently in a paradoxical contrast with his actions. With great, yet careful, force, the Thiren pushed the proxy back into the mattress. In a swift of Lycaon’s tail, Wise was straddled by cold, metallic legs that firmly pinned his body.

And, before he could figure what was going out, one of Lycaon’s hands closed around both his wrists, keeping them above his head. “As per request by master Belle, I need to inform you that this is for ‘scolding her and being so picky about her bedroom’, master,” Lycaon nodded, following the protocol like a true professional while… merciless tickling Wise’s body.

Big, yet nimble hands scratched and tickled up and down Wise’s side, pinching the spots between each of his ribs and prodding at the middle of his armpits. A mix of embarrassment and confusion struck Wise, but there was no room inside his brain to process all that when all he could think of was how much it tickled. “L-LYCAHAHAON!! AHaHAHAh, wahAHAHait a sehEHEhecon!”

“I apologize, master,” Lycaon muttered, his free hand torturing Wise’s exposed and vulnerable armpit with a ticklish onslaught, “I’m here under master Belle’s orders and her only. I’m afraid I can not follow your requests,” he explained, his hand quickly shooting down and tickling Wise’s waist like it has never been tickled before.

“P-plehehease!! AhAHAhah, i-it’s baAHAhad, LycaHAHAHON!!” Wise could feel the heat spreading over his cheeks as he laughed, all happening so fast and so suddenly that he could barely hold back his reactions. Why did they even have services like this?!

Still, Lycaon was merciless - an unstoppable, unyielding and ticklish force. It tickled so bad and he was still using just one hand!

…

Wise stared at the ceiling with a blank expression, his eyes gazing at the nothing while the sound of vacuum cleaner echoed from the other room. Even after receiving Lycaon’s 5-star-rated aftercare, he still felt like his body was drained of any energy. His stomach and cheeks still sore from laughing and, if he closed his eyes, he could still feel that lingering sensation of Lycaon’s fingers tickling him.

“I’m almost done with master Belle’s room, master,” Lycaon announced, turning off the tool before starting a different task - probably folding her bed sheets or something else. “Would you like something to drink once I’m done, master?”

Today was a beautiful sunny day, perfect for running errands, which is why you found yourself strolling around Lumina Square leisurely, enjoying the atmosphere all while feeling productive. Your initial goal was to pick up some flowers from Dew Gardening to decorate your room, something you had been meaning to do for a while now, but a familiar figure caught your attention as you were approaching the shop. 

Right across from Dew Gardening, near the massage parlor, stood Lycaon. As you got closer, you noticed that he was quietly observing Old Duyi as he worked, as if mentally taking notes. Naturally, your curiosity was piqued. 

“Hey Lycaon! I didn’t expect to see you here. Are you waiting to get a massage?” 

His ears perked up when he heard your voice and he turned to face you, his movements as graceful as ever. After greeting you with a polite bow, he shook his head. 

“Good day, my friend. No, I am not waiting for a massage. In fact, I’m observing Old Duyi’s techniques. As a professional butler and employee of Victoria Housekeeping, it is necessary for me to be proficient in all types of massages in order to provide the best services for our clients.” 

You nodded your head in understanding, silently commending the thiren for his dedication. Then, a silly thought crossed your mind, and you found yourself blurting out the words before your common sense could stop you. 

“Could you give me a massage, Lycaon?” 

His surprised expression almost made you facepalm at your own straightforwardness. Who just asks something like that out of the blue?! You were about to laugh it off and apologize, but Lycaon spoke before you could. 

“Hmm…I suppose it would be good practice. Though I must warn you, I am nowhere near a professional. I cannot guarantee that the experience will be up to your standards.” 

‘As if I even have standards for these kinds of things…’, you thought. Honestly, you were shocked that he even agreed. Before you knew it, you found yourself laying on a massage bench usually found in massage parlors that somehow ended up in the Victoria Housekeeping headquarters, your errands long forgotten. 

“Naturally, I had to purchase the necessary equipment before I could begin learning.” Lycaon said, as if reading your thoughts. “I will do my utmost to ensure that this will be a pleasant experience for you, though I admit I don’t have that much hands-on practice. The only person I have tried to massage so far was Miss Ellen Joe, although she fell asleep not long after I started and was unable to provide much feedback in the end…” He explained, walking around the room in preparation. 

You were starting to feel a bit antsy. It’s not that you didn’t trust Lycaon, it’s just that…Well, you weren’t exactly used to getting massages, and weren’t really sure what to expect. But hey, you asked for this, no backing out now. 

"Do I have your permission to begin? I will lift up your shirt slightly so that I can access your back.” Lycaon asked from behind you. The fact that you couldn’t see him only made matters worse, since you were lying on your stomach. Nevertheless, you nodded in confirmation and laid your head across your arms to get as comfortable as possible, bracing yourself.

The sudden feeling of his hands on your skin made you jump at first, but you quickly relaxed as the massage began. Despite the fact that Lycaon was a beginner, you couldn’t deny that he was doing an amazing job (as usual, honestly). His hands were kneading your back with just the right amount of pressure, and the fur on them provided a warm, fluffy feeling. Before long you found yourself sighing with bliss as the tension in your muscles melted away, and Lycaon couldn’t hold back a smile, feeling proud of his progress. 

“Would you be alright with me trying a more gentle technique now? I’ve noticed that Master Duyi tends to switch up his movements every once in a while as he works.” Lycaon explained. In your dazed and relaxed state, you could only find the strength to mumble something in agreement, eager to prolong the nice feeling. 

What happened next quickly brought you back to your senses. Instead of the previous firm movements, Lycaon gently trailed his hands down the curve of your waist and back, causing you to tense and open your eyes. Surely this is just a one time thing, this feeling wasn’t going to last, right? 

Wrong. What Lycaon meant by “a more gentle technique” turned out to feel extremely…ticklish. He was tracing random shapes across your back and sides, seemingly oblivious to your flustered state. You could only cover your mouth with your hand and do your best to hold in your laugh as his hands kept roaming around your back in that terribly ticklish way, his fur not making it any less difficult to handle. It almost felt as if tiny paintbrushes were running over your bare skin, and his slightly long but dull nails (or in this case, claws?) only made matters worse every time you felt them trail over your exposed waist. Lycaon noticed soon enough and slowed down, tilting his head quizzically. 

“Is something the matter?” He asked earnestly, genuinely concerned. You shook your head but couldn’t hold back a few giggles from spilling out, and Lycaon put two and two together. 

“Ah, does this feel slightly ticklish to you? I must be doing something wrong, then. I’ve never seen anyone laugh while getting a massage from Master Duyi…My apologies, I can stop now.”

“No no, it’s fine!” You answered almost too quickly. “It doesn’t feel bad or anything…You can continue. Besides, how else will you get better if you have no one to practice on?” 

For the second time today Lycaon looked at you with surprise, but quickly composed himself and nodded with a smile. 

“Thank you, my friend. I’m truly honored that you’re willing to support me. Well then, please try to bear it. I will try to be more coordinated this time.” 

The next 10 minutes were spent with you writhing on the massage bench with Lycaon trying to prevent you from falling off, amusement flashing in his eyes. Who knew the ever-composed wolf thiren had a playful streak in him? You could swear you felt a couple of purposeful pinches and pokes to your sides, which made you gasp and giggle louder every single time. He even trailed a single finger all the way down your spine once, which almost killed you on the spot. By the end you were fully tuckered out, giggling helplessly on the bench as Lycaon was fixing his rolled up sleeves, looking proud.

“My apologies, was this a bit much for you? I hope the experience was enjoyable nonetheless.” 

“Ehehe…It was geheat…Phew…” You sighed contentedly, sitting up and rubbing tears of mirth out of your eyes. Despite the impromptu tickling, your body was feeling greater than ever. The tension in your neck and shoulders had vanished, and any worries you had prior had melted away. 

Wise sat once again in one of the private rooms of the café - a room whose soft lighting and plush seating felt both comforting and suspiciously inviting. He was slouched a little too casually in the armchair, scrolling through the familiar user interface and its curated selection of services the café provided for its customers, a nervous giggle escaping him.

“Can’t believe I’m back here again…” he mumbled to himself. He remembered all too well the last time he came here - how he'd ended up laughing breathlessly, reduced to a giggling mess thanks to a certain Thiren.

The memory made him squirm slightly and he groaned under his breath, cheeks turning slightly pink. Yet, despite everything, his finger hovered over that same option he had chosen the last time: Tickle Service. He hesitated for a moment, finger frozen midair, before he tapped on the button. *Tap*

The screen blinked in confirmation and the quiet chime sounded overhead to indicate his request had been received. Wise gulped and stuffed the tablet back into the armrest compartment. “Maybe I just really liked the dessert...” he muttered weakly, eyes darting to the untouched drink on the table “...or the ambience. Definitely not him... or it…”

Footsteps padded softly outside his room and before he had time to second-guess himself, the door opened and there he was: Lycaon. The Thiren stood at the entrance, arms folded across his chest and tail giving a single amused flick behind him as he made a slight bow. His wolfish smile widened when their eyes met.

“I had a feeling you’d be back, Master Proxy.” Wise’s blush deepened as he glanced away. “It’s the...uh...desserts. Can’t get 'em anywhere else.” “Is that so?” Lycaon chuckled and strode into the room, shutting the door behind him with a soft click. “Funny. You didn’t order any this time.” “Maybe I was gonna...later!” Wise said quickly, but his tone lacked conviction.

Lycaon raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Instead, he approached him slowly - each slow, deliberate step making the younger Proxy lean back slightly in his chair - before he crouched in front of Wise’s chair. The grey-haired had just placed his legs over the footstool, almost as if part of him had known what was coming (or wanted to happen).

Lycaon tapped the side of Wise’s ankle, eyes glinting. “Permission?” Wise tensed for a split second before he sighed, clearly flustered. “…Y-Yeah...just...don’t go overboard this time, okay?” “I make no promises, Master,” the Thiren replied. In one smooth motion, he began untying and slipping off his sneakers, both of them thudding softly to the carpeted floor.

Wise’s toes instinctively curled inside his socks and he fought the urge to yank his feet back. The other hadn’t even started yet, but Wise could feel the anticipation crawling up his spine like a hundred phantom fingers.

“Remember, Master Proxy,” Lycaon murmured as he took his ankles carefully in his gloved hands and gently placed them atop his lap, “our services are customized per guest and you gave us very helpful feedback last time.” Wise opened his mouth to argue but then Lycaon's fingers grazed the arch of his right foot, brushing lightly against the socked surface.

The Proxy twitched immediately. “Pfft- w-waHahahit, I- ahAh I didn’t say you could s-stahAhart already!” His voice cracked into laughter as he began to work in earnest, his clawed fingers dragging in little arcs across the ball of his foot and along his heel. “Ticklish here as well, I see~” Lycaon mused, sounding entirely too pleased with himself.

Wise suppressed a groan and curled his toes, his fists pressing in the soft material of the armchair. The Thiren’s smile grew wider. “Still so sensitive~” The grey-haired’s head fell back against the chair. “I-It’s noHot like that went away- HahAha! O-OH MY GOHoHOD!”

Lycaon’s fingers were merciless. He tickled under his toes, gently pressing and wiggling until the poor Proxy thrashed slightly, giggling uncontrollably. His leg kicked once but Lycaon’s firm grip on his ankle kept it steady.

Inwardly, Wise was a mess, his thoughts were racing. Why does it tickle this much through socks? Shouldn’t that dull it?! Ahh this is so embarrassing. He’s not even holding me down, but I can’t move. If I try too hard, I’ll kick him- and I don’t wanna hurt him. Dammit, he knows that! The tickling was even worse than last time and yet he couldn’t seem to hate it.

Lycaon switched to the left foot, running a finger in slow circles over the heel before sweeping up toward the arch again. The action made him yelp and double over, burying his face in his hands. “Pfft- d-doHOhon’t you have to attend your service somewhere else?!” he managed to say in-between laughs.

“Hmm, not when this job is going so well,” Lycaon replied, smirking, “your reactions are quite invigorating Master Proxy~” “STAHAHAHAP SAYING THAHAHAT!” Wise’s laughter rang through the room. Lycaon leaned in slightly, his fingers now tracing figure-eights’ just beneath the toes, lightly scratching at the sensitive skin through the fabric.

It made Wise wheeze, one hand clapping over his mouth to try and muffle his giggles. “MhMHmHmhm… ahAhhahAHHAHhh!” He tried to sit up straighter, but his body betrayed him and he collapsed back into the comfortness of the chair again. Lycaon could feel the tension in his body melt and decided to step things up a bit.

His fingers began to move deliberately across both his socked soles, dragging in soft, circular motions over the balls of his feet, down to the arches and toward the heels. Wise flinched immediately, laughter bubbling out in bursts. “AhHaahhahah! IhiHit- ehEhehhe Ihhiti tiHihickles! NoHOOHohOHHO!”

His laughter spiked when Lycaon focused on a particular spot on his left arch, making him jerk and nearly topple the footstool. “OKAY- aHAHAHhHH! OHOHOKAY! TiIHihme oHOohuT!” he giggled, feeling his face heating up out of embarrassment.

Lycaon only chuckled and gave his soles a break for a moment, just enough for his honored guest to let him catch his breath. But the respite was short-lived. The wolfen Thiren suddenly reached for the top of Wise’s right sock and began tugging it down slowly. The Proxy’s eyes shot open in alarm and he tensed up.

“Wait- wh-what are you doing now?” he asked, breath hitching. “Master Proxy, it will only give you a better feeling, please lean back and enjoy it,” was all the other said with so much confidence in his voice that Wise couldn’t say anything in return and just squeezed his eyes, nodding.

Lycaon smiled as the first sock slid off entirely, landing on the carpet besides his neatly arranged sneakers - when did he even do that? He returned to his work, letting his fingers dance over his now bare foot. The difference in sensation hit instantly - Wise could feel his fur tingle, stimulating his senses and giving him butterflies, it felt strange and yet so good?

Still… it tickled… a lot! “NOHOHOHO! L-LYCAON- AHAHAHHAHH!! TOOO MUHUHUCH!” Wise exploded, shaking his head, a few strands of grey hair falling into his face. Though, since he didn’t ask him to stop, the Thiren continued exploring the soft skin of Wise’s heel, arches and finally the unsurprisingly sensitive area under- and in-between his toes.

The mixture of switching techniques - light scratches, gliding fingertips, and slow circular movements - left Wise in a squirming, breathless mess, robbing him from everything around him. “WAHAHaHAHAHh daahHahmn ihIHhiT!” He was laughing so much that he didn’t even notice how Lycaon had grabbed the hem of his other sock when it was almost too late.

Realization (and panic) set in when it was already halfway off and even curling his toes didn’t help much, since all the other had to do was gently pinching the already bare middle to uncurl them. “WAIT- W-WAHAHIT!” Wise cried, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to handle another round of this bittersweet service he had asked for.

Just as Lycaon’s hand brushed the edge of the sock to finally slip it off completely, a soft chime rang from the wall panel. Both of them froze. Lycaon looked up, clearly amused, while Wise gazed down at his own feet. His chest rose and fell with quick, shallow breaths and his face was glowing red, a sheen of sweat forming at his temples.

His left foot twitched in Lycaon’s lap, the sock still dangling to his toes. “Well,” the Thiren said, leaning back slightly, “looks like we’re out of time.” Wise blinked at the screen, heart racing. He bit his lip, then sat up straighter.