Genshin Tk Blog

- Lohen thrives on getting Illuga. Doesn’t have to be much, a little poke here, a little squeeze there. Anything to get the light keeper to squeak and blush and giggle. It fuels something in him he didn’t even know existed, he is literally obsessed.

- And again, Illuga doesn’t mind because it’s Lohen. Is it incredibly embarrassing? Absolutely! And I think Lohen is observing enough and sympathetic enough to not do it in front of any of Illuga’s subordinates. No one else needs to see him going red besides Lohen, after all. So Lohen keeps his playfulness to their own eyes, and Illuga swoons every time. Illuga wishes he would touch him more

- Lohen is also ticklish. I think it would be funny if he was even more so than Illuga, I just don’t see that being true. I think he definitely reacts more than Illuga, as he tends to thrash and scream whereas Illuga again curls up on himself and laughs wholeheartedly

- Again, I think it would be Varka that first points out to Illuga that Lohen is in fact also ticklish. Varka would know, he has probably tickled every single Mondstater, those are all his children. Lohen would try to run away, of course, but Varka would pin him down and genuinely tell Illuga where and how to get him. It’s very educational, and very fun.

- I don’t think Illuga would exactly go out of his way to use this information, though. He’s just not as openly touchy as Lohen is, he’s shy to make the first move like that. But I think Lohen is a big switch with the right person, he probably was desperate for Illuga to turn the tables at some point. So when Illuga knows he is ticklish, he purposefully will lay on him/stretch in front of him, anything to provoke him into tickles. And it does work, usually.

- These two definitely have tickle fights and Illuga always loses. The first time was probably an accident, Lohen was tickling him and Illuga just grabbed his sides to try and get him to let him breathe. It would’ve caught Lohen off guard enough for Illuga to get him, but after that, Illuga will never win a tickle fight again, and there will be many.

- I think Illuga’s spots are under his arms, around his tummy, his thighs. He’s about an 8/10 ticklish and a 70/30 lee lean.

The baths were warm, and steamy, but the temperature wasn’t the only thing causing Flins’ ears and cheeks to flush pink. It did hide the fact, however, as Varka was none the wiser as to why the fae man was blushing. The blond just blinked, staring at Flins with an expecting look, and Flins realized he was waiting for a response.

They sat facing each other, each resting against the stone backs of the large public tub they had found themselves in after a quick meal at The Flagship. Varka’s arms rested on the sides, making him look big, and strong, and inviting. Flins traced the grandmaster’s scars with his eyes, and only realized he had never yet verbally responded when Varka laughed. That loud, boisterous laugh that Flins loved admired.

“Okay, now, Flins. I’m getting worried. Are you there?”

“Yes, my apologies.” Flins smiled at the other as he spoke. Varka’s good mood was always infectious. “You asked to brush my hair, yes? I’ve never been asked that before, it stumped me. You can, just… where should I sit?”

“Right here!” Varka gestured between his legs, so casually it actually didn’t phase Flins as much as it otherwise should’ve. He knew better than to argue, Varka could always be so persuasive. So if Varka was comfortable with this, and this is what he wanted…

Flins moved to sit in the space between Varka’s thighs, the only thing between their bodies the warm water of the bath. Yet when Varka began to comb his fingers through the ratnik’s hair, there was no sexual tension. It felt intimate, romantic, relaxing. Flins felt comfortable enough to close his eyes, and he leaned back into the touch, letting out a content hum.

“How’s this?” Varka asked, despite the obvious answer. “Let me know if it hurts at all, I’ll be gentle!”

“You’re doing just fine.” Flins sighed when Varka began to scratch at his scalp. “This feels incredible, I don’t think I’ve ever had someone play with my hair like this.”

“It’s about time then! It’s a lot of hair to be dealing with all on your own!”

Flins wanted to respond, but a change in sensation made him bite his lip. Varka’s nails had wandered down, bordering on the back of Flins’ neck, and the feeling was… strange. Something stirred in his chest and he realized he was holding back a laugh.

“That feels strange,” he admitted. “When you get near my neck.”

“Oh?” Varka removed his hand immediately, much to Flins’ displeasure. “I’m sorry about that, is something wrong? It shouldn’t have hurt, are my nails too sharp?”

“Nothing like that, it just made me feel… I don’t know. It was just, strange. Can you do it again?”

Varka hesitated. The last thing he ever wanted to do was to make Flins uncomfortable, but this wasn’t that. He couldn’t see the fae’s expression, but he sounded curious, so he did what was asked of him. What he wasn’t expecting was Flins to flinch, and he took his hand away again. However, there was now a large grin on his face, which Flins could not see but could definitely hear in his next words.

“Mr. Flins, are you ticklish?”

Ticklish? Flins was sure that he was. When his hair got into his face, that tickled. But tickling was more of an annoying itch, as far as he was concerned, and this didn’t feel like that.

“I am, yes. Was that what that was?”

He turned his head just enough to see the astonished look on Varka’s face. It was enough to make him grin.

“There is so much to unpack there! For starters, you just come right out and admit it? That’s so brave! That’s so cool! But you don’t know that that’s what tickling is? What do you think it is?”

Flins pressed his lips together in thought. “It’s like when a bug crawls on you, it’s that itchy feeling, isn’t it?”

“I mean, yes, but that’s not all it is. Tickling is so vast! It comes in so many different forms! You didn’t know this? You’re hundreds of years old!”

“And yet, I’ve never been tickled… apparently.”

Flins could see light dancing in Varka’s eyes that hadn’t been there previously. “Ohoho, I am so going to get you when we get out of here! I need to show you what tickling really is!” He frowned, briefly. “With your consent, of course.”

“… I’ll think about it.”