#moth.fic

“Poe?”

“Yes, Ranpo-kun?”

“I’m going to do you the favor of asking one time—and one time only—before I use my ability. What’s wrong?”

Poe’s shoulders stiffened, an impossible discernity not to miss, what with his back being turned to Ranpo. The writer had been sitting at his desk for a while now, typing his latest manuscript, but instead of the usual frantic clicking of Poe’s keyboard, all Ranpo could hear were sad sighs and the fiddling of one of Poe’s fancy quills.

“Nothing is wrong,” Poe said. “Why would you think so?”

Well, there were many reasons. One being the sheer stress of the case that day: they had found themselves at odds with an ability user who could erase all evidence of a crime. At one point, Ranpo had even given up on solving the case.

But none of that made any difference to Poe. He’d gone restless with worry when Ranpo left to confront the suspect on his own, sure. But they solved it in the end, and went back to Poe’s mansion for the evening.

“Because you’re brooding,” Ranpo observed. “You’re not writing. You’re not rambling about your ideas, or complaining about your coworkers.”

“So?” Poe asked, finally turning to face Ranpo. “I’m just enjoying the peace and quiet.”

“Nah. If that were the case, you wouldn’t be fiddling with your quill like that.”

The feathered quill Poe was spinning between his fingers went still.

Ranpo pulled his glasses from his pocket.

“Wait, R-Ranpo-kun, you don’t have to-“

“Too late,” the detective said, unfolding his glasses. “I did give you a chance.”

The pieces of the puzzle all fell in place as soon as he pushed his glasses up his nose. Ranpo’s green eyes sparked with interest. Poe’s silence, his denial… He’d drawn his coat a bit tighter around his waist earlier, and just now he was tracing the feather of his quill across the lines of his hands.

Back at the crime scene, Poe and Ranpo ran into police chief Minoura. Ranpo greeted him with one of his fairly standard greetings: tackling, and then tickling.

Really, it was hilarious how ticklish Minoura was for someone so grumpy and gruff.

But Poe… He watched with a distant and dazed expression, eyes fixed curiously on Ranpo’s hands.

“Aww, Poe-kun,” Ranpo teased as he put his cheek in his hand. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous of Minoura.”

Poe’s face immediately went red.

“O-Of course not!” he sputtered. “Why would I- how would I- for what reason could I possibly be jealous of him?” Poe’s voice slowly grew more nervous as Ranpo pushed himself off the couch in his office.

“Your denial only makes you look guiltier,” Ranpo said. He stepped closer. “You know, if you wanted me to tickle you, you could have just asked.”

Poe’s quill clattered to the desk. His hands quickly wrapped around his sides, already defensive.

“I absolutely do not want you to-!” he started, and Ranpo leaned over the chair. Poe could smell the strawberry candy on his breath, and went quiet.

“Want me to what, Poe-kun?” Ranpo asked.

“…Tickle me,” he replied quietly.

With that, a grin stretched across Ranpo’s face.

“Tickle you?” he repeated. “Okay!”

His hands delved into Poe’s coat and quickly crawled over his sides. Ranpo started with a few simple squeezes, and the writer practically shrieked as his arms snapped down tighter.

“Noho!” he cried, voice already wavering. Soon, squeezing hands turned into wiggling fingers, and ten fingers started tickling up and down his sides. “No- Noho, that’s not what I said-!”

A feeling of panic and excitement started fluttering in his stomach. Or was it the thumbs circling his lower stomach? Hard to say, because Poe started giggling.

Giggling! In front of his rival! No, not in front of, at the hands of!

“Let’s see that smile, Poe~” Ranpo sang. He could see the corners of his mouth twisting up into a wide smile beneath his bangs. Normally when Poe wrote, he clipped them back, as they were so long they obscured much of his vision. While this came in handy with dealing with his social anxiety, it made it hard to see and write.

Luckily, they still covered much of his expression. A smile fought its way onto Poe’s expression as Ranpo’s hands crawled further up to his ribs.

He dug into his ribs with his nails, short and blunt, but still unbearably ticklish when they scratched between each rib as they ascended.

“Nohohoho!” Poe whined, and he started pushing back against Ranpo, but since he was sitting in his chair, he didn’t have much leverage. When he leaned back, the chair was supported by a heavy wooden desk.

When Ranpo sat in his lap, he knew he wasn’t going anywhere.

“No?” Ranpo teased. “No? But this is why you were pouting, right? You saw me tickling Minoura and got jealous. I’m not stopping until you admit it.”

Ranpo’s hands found his armpits. Despite Poe’s arms tightly wrapped around him, sly fingers still managed to slip in and scribble around, making him burst into laughter.

How weak his muscles felt like this! He squirmed beneath Ranpo’s weight, and while the man was small, he was dense, too, with more muscle than many gave him credit for, and wonderfully chubby.

Except like this, when fingers tickled up and down his torso madly and Poe couldn’t seem to get control of his body. He flailed in his chair, twisting to try and get away, but no matter where he turned, there were fingers under his coat, waiting to tickle him.

A skitter up his belly, a squeeze of his side, a pinch to his armpits, thumbs drilling in his hips. Poe felt like he was going mad, and Ranpo loved it. He loved that bright smile hiding behind messy dark hair, and his laugh: wild, almost maniacal.

“Fihihihine!” Poe cackled. “I was jehehealous!”

“There’s a good boy,” Ranpo cooed. “A good, ticklish boy.”He tweaked Poe’s hips, and started to draw back his hands, when he stopped, eyes fixed between his legs.

Where the black fabric of Poe’s dress pants was tenting.

Poe wanted to die.

“It’s not what it looks like,” he said.

“Don’t even try,” Ranpo said. He was already smiling dangerously, a sharp, toothy grin that made Poe’s blood run cold. “I’m still wearing my glasses. You can’t hide anything from me.”

He circled Poe’s bony hips with his thumbs again, this time slow, with deliberate pressure. Poe started to laugh, but this touch felt a bit more awkward, and rather than squirm his body tried to fold around Ranpo’s hands.

The bulge in his pants ached. Ranpo’s thumbs traced the lines where thigh met hip, and Poe barked another strange laugh.

“Ranpo-“ he whimpered, and nervously lowered his forehead against Ranpo’s shoulder.

“Before I do this,” Ranpo said, voice taking on a heavier tone as his fingers hovered over Poe’s belt buckle, “I need to know you want it.”

Poe wrapped his arms around Ranpo’s back to pull him further up his thighs.

“Please,” he said quietly. Ranpo’s teeth flashed.

“Your begging could use some work, but we’ll get there.”

Clumsy fingers fumbled to undo Poe’s belt, and he unzipped the front of his pants. Beneath his pants, he wore simple, soft boxers in a dark grey.

Ranpo cupped the bulge through his boxers and squeezed lightly. Poe curled and let out a shaky, low moan. With his other hand, he slipped underneath his ruffly silk blouse, now tracing the skin of his tummy rather than over his shirt.

His moan twisted into a laugh, but then Ranpo squeezed his dick again, and he whimpered.

“Whahat are you doing?” he asked. Ranpo wished he could see his face like this, but the hot breath puffing against his neck would do for now.

“Giving you exactly what you want,” Ranpo said. “Tickles. And you really seem to like it, huh?”

Ranpo started to skitter up Poe’s back with one hand while the other tugged down his waistband until Poe’s dick swung into view. While not fully hard yet, it was still a nice size, and bigger than Ranpo’s (in length, at least).

Poe’s breath hitched when the cool air hit him right where he was most sensitive. Goosebumps raced up his thighs and stomach, and he could feel himself harden, especially once Ranpo wrapped a lazy hand around his dick.

Up, down. One slow stroke as Ranpo relentlessly tickled Poe’s ribs. Up, down. Ranpo’s fingers sped up while his hand remained slow. Up—Ranpo’s fingertips grazed up his shaft as his other hand scribbled quickly into his armpit. Down—Ranpo gripped the base of his shaft tighter as his fingers spidered back down to Poe’s hip.

Meanwhile, Poe didn’t know what to do with himself. His body squirmed frantically to try to get away. His back arched as his hips strained up into Ranpo’s hand. But the detective kept the pressure too light. At least between his legs.

The other hand was busy exploring the newly exposed skin of his hips. Poe was pale to begin with, but his hips were perhaps a few shades lighter, and when Ranpo’s nails scratched at the delicate skin, little pink lines appeared to illustrate just exactly where the fingers made him react so ticklishly.

Ranpo gave Poe’s dick a few steady pumps before abandoning it completely to spread his legs with his hands. The absence made Poe whimper again, and his hips chased the friction, but Ranpo held him down.

“Please, Ranpo-kun,” Poe said, still quiet and shaky, but trying to sound put-together. “I’ve been waiting all day.”

“And whose fault was that?” he asked. Ranpo straddled Poe’s hips and started to unbutton his shirt. His vest still hung loosely around the shoulders.

How humiliating, Poe thought, to be undressed by Ranpo while he still looks so sharp.

Ranpo’s hat had been forgotten on the couch, but otherwise, he was still fully dressed. His cape was drawn around his neck and his tie kept the white collar of his shirt professional (despite the tie being backwards). Meanwhile, Poe’s last layer of fabric was being pulled down his arms, and his pants were undone, slipping down each time Ranpo shifted in his lap.

His teeth nibbled Poe’s neck. Even the bites seemed to tickle him, and he giggled between moans as teeth scraped down to his nipple, where rosy lips agreeably wrapped around one stiff bud.

The moan Poe released was filthy. The writer clamped a hand over his mouth to try and hide it, but Ranpo quickly caught his wrist.

“Ohhh, Poe-kun,” Ranpo said as he pulled away from his chest. “How long have you been craving this?” He rolled his hips against Poe’s, slow and thoughtful. “I bet it was longer than just today.” Fingers scribbled against Poe’s ribs as he tweaked his nipples with his thumbs, and delighted in the ensuing groan. “I bet you’ve been thinking about this for a while now.”

Poe didn’t reply. His head slipped further into the crook of Ranpo’s neck. Ranpo gently pushed him up so he could kiss down Poe’s chest, lips playful and gentle. He crawled down to the floor, where he knelt between Poe’s legs and finally got a good view of the man’s face.

When Ranpo looked up, he was shocked to see how gone Poe looked already.

Messy bangs stuck to his face with sweat. His purple eyes were hazy, pupils wide. Poe’s cheeks were flushed and his lips were red from Poe chewing on them.

Before Ranpo continued, he had to sweep the bangs aside and tuck them behind Poe’s ear.

“There,” he said. “Now I can see you properly while I take you apart.”

He’d never seen Poe so red. Or so vulnerable. He’d seen his face, yeah, but not with an unwittingly nervous smile and splotchy cheeks. Not with such a manic, excited expression. His eyes were fixed on Ranpo as he moved back down between his thighs.

Ranpo took the tip of Poe’s dick into his mouth, suckling as he stroked Poe’s legs comfortingly.

A few moments for Poe’s eyelashes to flutter, for Ranpo to lick the slit of his dick, before he took it in further, and gentle, soothing hands became teasing traces up and down his thighs.

Poe’s legs shook, trying to close instinctively, with Ranpo’s head between them. He took the opportunity to bob up and further back down, so Poe’s fingers would curl into his raven hair.

When his lips were down to the base, he started to tickle Poe’s legs in earnest.

Playful fingers scribbled around the tops of his legs to wrap between his thighs and dig into the tender flesh there. He lathed his tongue against the underside of Poe’s dick as the writer began to laugh, his squirming only making him harder with the mouth sucking him off.

“WAHAHAIT!” he shrieked, but it made no difference. Deft fingers honed in on every sensitive little spot of his thighs, from the crease of his leg, to his sensitive inner thighs, to his balls, which didn’t seem any less sensitive despite all the hair.

And Ranpo just kept sucking slowly as Poe quickly dissolved into laughter.

He tried to buck his hips to throw Ranpo off, but the tickling still made him too weak, and it felt too damn good, and each thrust only pushed him further into the hot, wet mouth of his clever rival, who always managed to beat him—even now, in such humiliating circumstances.

Ranpo swallowed around Poe’s dick just to make him curl his fingers tighter in his hair. The sharp pain in his scalp was electric, grounding in a way that little else was, and the way Poe’s pointed nails dug into his scalp made something in him preen. Poe tried to pull Ranpo’s head back, to get a break from the stimulation and try to clear some of the fog from his mind, but Ranpo only hummed to make tiny vibrations turn his legs to jelly.

Ranpo continued to explore the ticklish expanse of Poe’s legs as they tightened around his head. Something in Poe’s stomach seemed to tighten, as well; the fluttering excitement rushing through him as the tickling got worse with the realization that he couldn’t get out of this.

He would have to take whatever stimulation Ranpo chose to give him, whenever he pleased.

An exciting prospect, and especially terrifying now that relentless fingers teased the base of Poe’s dick, right below where his lips could reach—and sucked hard.

Poe whimpered and squeezed his eyes shut. He tried to grind up into Ranpo’s mouth, but he just held him down again, and still chased his cock with an eager, conniving tongue that flicked against the underside of his shaft.

A choked sound escaped Poe. Not quite words, not quite nonsense. Something clearly understandable as “keep going, don’t stop, I’m almost there”, despite having no discernible syllables.

So Ranpo kept going. He sucked and bobbed his head up and down Poe’s dick, one hand tickling the sweet spot just underneath the hipbone, the other scribbling lightly around his balls.

Sparks shot down to Poe’s groin. It was like wherever Ranpo tickled, the sensitive feeling connected straight to his dick, and it twitched as all the heat and energy built to a peak.

Poe spurted into Ranpo’s mouth, thick ropes of cum that he swallowed eagerly as his hands switched spots to target the other side of the hips.

Neither his hands nor his mouth stopped. Ranpo’s fingers skittered across the tops of Poe’s thighs and back up to his sides. Unpredictable tickles paired with an unrelenting mouth had Poe’s hands scrabbling for purchase. He desperately tried to pull Ranpo’s head away.

It wasn’t working. Ranpo laughed around Poe and the vibrations pulled a throaty, dazed moan from the man who called him a rival. One hand squeezed his ribs. The other flicked his nipple teasingly. He sucked up to circle his tongue around the sensitive tip and back down.

The feeling of the back of Ranpo’s throat against his oversensitive tip was driving Poe absolutely mad. He tried to pull away, and he only pinned himself more in the chair. He tried to push back, and he only succeeded in grinding into Ranpo’s mouth.

The detective’s breath came in hot pants from his nose, even that tickling the very bottom of his stomach. The ticklish feelings seemed to multiply along with the sensitivity of his cock.

Every tickle up Poe’s side felt more unbearable. The worst was when he sucked hard just as his fingers pounced down to his hips. They were perhaps the most ticklish spot so far, bony and narrow, with all sorts of slopes and hollows for him to wiggle his fingers in.

Either Ranpo noticed how desperate Poe’s giggles spiralled when he focused on the hips, or he noticed how Poe’s dick twitched with each tweak of the fingers. It didn’t matter—he’d realized the hips were his sweet spot, so that was where he tickled.

Ranpo looked up, delighted to see the tears pricking Poe’s eyes. He looked so pretty on the verge of tears. And with that humiliated smile, those submissive, blown eyes?

Poe was irresistible.

He swirled his tongue around Poe again and sucked more gently. Ranpo played with the pressure, lightening his mouth before sucking hard again, then easing off. One such enthusiastic suck made Poe cry out.

Another weak spurt of come trickled down Ranpo’s throat. Poe was too helpless at this point to do much more than whimper as Ranpo worked him through it, slow fingers circling around his nipples.

Ranpo pulled off to press gentle kisses down Poe’s shaft, then reverently kissed his hips and stomach.

He crawled back up into Poe’s lap, where he wiggled down happily to get a seat, purposefully grinding his pants against Poe’s oversensitive, bare dick.

“Seriously, though,” Ranpo said. “If you wanted me to tickle you, you could have just asked.”

Sleepily, Poe curled his arms around Ranpo. He lowered his head back against Ranpo’s shoulder and closed his eyes. His heart slowed now that he finally had a chance to rest.