#lf!reginald

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“R-Reg, plehease, you- you don’t want toho do this!” Right Hand Man insisted, forcing down giggles as he tried his best to back away. Reginald had managed to corner him on their bed, and RHM could tell from his expression alone that he was hungry. He knew he could fight back, but the thought of even hurting Reginald’s feelings was enough to make that idea completely forbidden to him. He also knew Reg needed to feed, but fuck if how he wanted to wasn’t the most flustering thing.

How Reginald wanted to feed, of course, involved tickling the absolute shit out of Right Hand Man.

“Righty, I don’t just want to, I need to,” the brunette insisted, “Everyone in this damn place is miserable and I can’t feed anywhere. Besides, you know I like your laughter the best, and this is the best way to get it~”

“But- but this is my neck you’re talking about! You know how bad it is!” the redhead argued, covering the side of his neck with one hand. “Everyone’s going to hear!”

“Oh, darling, you know I would never do anything to put your reputation in jeopardy…”

Oh thank god…

“Which is why I had this installed!” Reginald finished before pushing a button on the wall a few inches above RHM’s head. Faint whirring could be heard before a muffled thud from the walls around them.

“What was that..?”

“I had our room fitted with optional soundproofing!” he explained, “That way others can still hear if we need help, but we can make sure they don’t hear what we don’t want them too, including your wonderful laughter~”

“There’s no talking you out of this, is there…?”

“Unless you really don’t want me to do this. Is that the case, dear?” Reginald asked, backing off for a moment. “If you need me to, I’ll stop.”

RHM huffed a sigh as his face reddened even more. He knew he didn’t want Reginald to stop. He tried to tell himself it was because he wanted him to be well-fed, or because he didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but it was impossible to ignore the real reason.

It was because he cherished these moments with him. He loved playing like this. As much as it went against the carefully-built, tough, ruthless image of himself he’d built, he loved letting go of control and just laughing sometimes. Sure, he’d protest before, during and after, but it always left him feeling better, and closer with his beloved husband.

“I… I don’t…” he finally admitted, refusing to make eye contact with Reginald, although he could see that smile return.

“And you promise this is because you want it, not because I do?” the brunette asked, his tone genuine.

“I promise… you lucky bastard…” the redhead mumbled just loud enough for his husband to hear.

“The luckiest…” Reginald drew his attention back with a short kiss. “Ready?”

Despite his nerves, RHM nodded, feeling his anticipatory smile return as Reginald’s face lowered to his neck, forcing down nervous giggles, already knowing what was coming.

“I’m going to warn you now, this is really going to tickle~” he heard Reginald say, the words against his neck already pulling nervous snickers from his throat.

“Ihi- I kn- NAAAAHAHAHAHA! REHEHEHEG!” He was cut off by his own laughter as his husband blew the first raspberry into his neck, clinging to his shirt and trying his hardest not to scrunch his shoulder, despite the electrifying sensations that had his brain screaming for some kind of cover.

“WAHAHAIT! WAITWAITWAITPLEHEHEASE!” he begged, knowing damn well if he had to wait again he would practically explode from anticipation. He just had to focus on something, anything other than the tickles, whether it be his legs kicking out behind Reg, the texture of Reginald’s coat or his own words, which came out as the first thing that entered his mind. “HEHEHEHELP!”

“Now, who’s going to help when I’m the only one who can even hear you?~” the brunette taunted between his ‘attacks’, RHM barely able to hear him over his own laughter.

“IHIT TIHIHIHIHICKLES! PLEHEHEHEASE!” the redhead cackled, unsure of what he was even asking for.

“Oh, I can tell it tickles, dear, your laugh is delicious!” he cooed, once again, between raspberries that kept his poor husband in hysterics. “It must be so awful for you… Oh, but your laugh is still so sweet~”

“SHUHUHUHUT!! IHI CAHAHAHAN’T!!” 

“Can’t what, dear? Can’t bear the teasing? Can’t think with all the tickles? Do tell, I love listening to you try to talk your way out of this~”

“BREHEHEHEAK!! PLEHEHEHEASE?!” he begged, and suddenly the raspberries stopped, though it took his nerves a few seconds to realize. He managed to look up at Reg, who was sitting up, his good eye filled with tears of mirth. 

It took him a while to get his laughter under control, and when he’d finally gotten it down to giggles at least, he spoke again.

“Chrihihist… whahat the fuhuhuck wahas thahahat…?” he asked the brunette, who shrugged.

“I was hungry,” he said simply, though the smile on his face gave away that it was just as fun for him.

“F-feheels like youhuhu wehere stahaharvihing…”

“Actually, I’m still a bit hungry, if you don’t mind?” Reginald requested, earning a rare giggly whine from his husband.

“Stihihill…?”

“I can’t help what it takes to fill me up, but I’ll be alright if you want to stop here.”

The redhead sighed a bit as his giggling finally stopped, trying to find a way to word what he was going to say.

“I… I mean, I only said ‘break’ for a reason…” he finally said, shrugging slightly. He couldn’t help the way his smile grew at the look Reginald gave him, a cross between relief and pure adoration.

“Oh, my darling Righty…” the brunette sighed as he leaned forward, giving RHM a quick kiss on the forehead. “You have no idea how grateful I am to be yours, sometimes…”