A/N:Thank you @dirtpie39 for the request☕! I love that the prompt was to make it similar to my recent fic with them but ofc I didn’t remember this so I had to do my homework and reread this thing *shivers*.
But! Coming back here after rereading my own fic (screams) I wasn’t sure how to make it similar so I decided to just make it a sequel. Hope that works!! And hope you’ll like it^^
Summary:Things aren’t the same after Usami had found himself on the receiving end of a tickle torture. Not the same, but in a good way. And yes, Usami is enjoying this new development. (Also on Ao3)
Word Count: 1980
Usami’s hand was aching.
“One more, just one more.” He sighed and scribbled the final autograph. At last! Aikawa nodded with a satisfied smile, grabbed the final book and placed it on the pile. She clapped.
“Well done!” she applauded, and Usami felt happier when he heard Misaki join in. “Well done Usagi-san! You did it!” he cheered merrily. The cute boyfriend he was. Usami chuckled and looked at the pile of books. It was just a simple home signing, preorders to send to his loyal fans.
Though still in early release stage, Aikawa said it was going to be a success. And that was thanks to… many things, starting with Aikawa herself, and she knew it. After all, she was the one who had given Usami some valuable advice to improve his writing. Looking at her proud smirk, Usami shook his head.
“We did well,” he said eventually, giving her some credit. “But let’s await the reactions from the readers,” was what he humbly added to that.
They celebrated Usami’s new book with some drinks, and even though Aikawa was still here, Usami did the one thing he had been longing for all day: he grabbed Misaki’s arm and pulled him forward to kiss his lips.
“Ooooh I see,” Aikawa laughed. “You need to celebrate,” she said, and she drank all of her drink in one go and placed her glass on the table while Usami continued to kiss a struggling Misaki.
“I’ll see myself to the door,” Aikawa said, grabbing the bag with the signed books. “Have fun, and Misaki? Show him who’s the boss~” she said. The door then closed behind her, and Usami felt how Misaki’s struggling stopped. He didn’t struggle, but didn’t kiss him back either, so he explored his boyfriend’s mouth a little more with hunger, and finally pulled back.
He was surprised to see the plain reaction on Misaki’s face, a very tiny blush visible on his cheeks, but other than that his expression was very neutral. Oh. Usami smirked.
“What?” he said.
Misaki shrugged. “Nothing,” he said. Usami nodded slowly and leaned in for a kiss again, smiling. It probably was nothiー “HNGH!” he growled when he suddenly felt Misaki squeeze both his sides firmly - oh the power in those little pesky hands! - and he gasped for breath.
“Misaki!” he warned, arching his back, but Misaki did it again and again, squeezing up and down Usami’s sensitive torso. Meanwhile, Misaki’s cute playful and misschievous giggles could be heard.
“Hehehe!” he giggled while tickling up and down Usami’s sides. That little..! Usami turned and twisted and let out a few noises dangerously close to laughter, bu then he managed to break free, and before he could grab Misaki, the playful brunet started running.
“Yeah you better run fast, you!” Usami said, and he went after him. This was his life now ever since the day he let Misaki tie him up, an opportunity for a lustful night for them with Misaki in charge for once. Only Misaki had abused the situation and used it to tickle Usami back for all the times he did it to him.
Misaki had never been aware of Usami’s average ticklishness, and was more than happy to make the discovery. Thus nowadays he often randomly tickled Usami like this. Knowing the consequences. Knowing Usami would always get him back, but still; “It was worth it!” he giggled already as he always would after tickling Usami.
“Oh you sure about that? Let’s see if it’s going to be worth it,” Usami said, chasing after Misaki who playfully sprinted through the big house. A childish chase followed, around the table, around the couch, and Usami could see his cute boyfriend giggle in anticipation. It was strange at first, adapting to this new switching point of view all the time. Where Usami first knew nothing else than to always tickle Misaki, it was now also often the other way around, and it made things unpredictable and exciting.
“Are you going to keep doing this? The longer you drag this, the worse your punishment will be,” Usami said. Misaki bit his lip and shook his head, hiding himself adorably behind a chair. Usami sighed and shook his head before walking over to him, but Misaki jumped up again and dashed away. Quick little thing.
Usami knew it was only a matter of time before he would finally catch up to a physically excited Misaki, but he was already running out of patience. So instead of walking, he started to run too. Something he barely ever did in his life, let alone in the middle of the house.
“Waaaah!” Misaki cried out when he saw Usami running after him. He totally did not see that coming, so he made a flustered dive for the couch - whatever that was supposed to bring him - and Usami managed to catch him right there.
“Gotcha!” he huffed, and he started to pin Misaki down on the couch, but not without a fight.
“AHhaha nohoho!” Misaki giggled already, his hands wiggling their fingers very quickly up and down Usami’s sides.
“Hehey! You lihittleー!” he chuckled, squirming a little and struggling to catch Misaki’s hands. Yeah, besides a successful novel, a little tickle opponent was born as well after that fateful night. Usami smirked. Not that he minded of couse.
Their tickly dynamics only had changed just a little. He could still tickle his cute little boyfriend to death, it was just that it took a little more effort, which made it more fun and satisfying when he finally managed to reduce him to the sweetest giggles and squeals.
Like right now. Finally. “HAAHAH! Bahahaka-Usahahageehehehee!” Misaki cried, kicking his feet hysterically when Usami finally managed to tame him. He pinned him down on the couch in a position not entirely unfamiliar for them.
“Heeeyaaahahaha! U-Usagi-saahahahan!” Misaki giggled, his laughter as sweet and lovely as always, and Usami watched him fondly while pinning him more firmly on their comfortable couch, and he grabbed the edge of Misaki’s sweater and started to bring it up.
“Nahahaa nohoho!” Misaki’s flailing arms came to a stop and he tried to grab Usami’s hand, but Usami used his other hand as well and started to move the sweater up, all while wiggling his fingers rapidly over Misaki’s skin that was slowly revealed more and more.
“Aaahhaahah!” Misaki laughed, shaking his head and squirming beneath him.
“So, Misaki. How sorry are you for tickling me?” Usami teased.
Misaki cackled adorably when Usami decided to add a few squeezes once his fingers, along with Misaki’s sweater surpassed his sweet little ribs, and he wiggled his fingers against them as well, as if playing an instrument.
“EEHEheeep! Not sohohorry at ahahahall!” Misaki laughed. Oh how confident and misschievous he had gotten since that night. Seeing Usami all tied up, laughing at his mercy had really changed him hm? Usami smirked.
“I like your bravery,” he complimented, and he could hear from Misaki’s confused cries that he seemed unprepared for his sweater to go even past his face, muffling him for a moment.
“HMMphehehhe?!” Usami then pulled it off his face again and stopped it at his arms, keeping them trapped a little. He chuckled at Misaki’s long hair that had gotten all messy after that, and he ruffled it.
“I will tell you in advance, I will tickle you to death dear. But you probably did see that coming already,” he said calmly, enjoying what this did to the adorable expressions on Misaki’s face.
“BAKA USAGEYAAaahahahaah! Naaahahaha ohoohoh thihihis is meeheheaan!” Misaki shrieked when Usami instantly went for the killer armpit tickles, both sides, and the result was glorious. Misaki twisted and squirmed, struggling with the sweater trapping his arms, his hands grabbing it and trying to take it off, but Usami’s tickling wasn’t really helpful.
“No wahahahait! My ahaharms!” Misaki complained, clumsily failing to take off the sweater in this situation. Usami merely continued to tickle his underarm and pressed down on his bound arms with his other hand, smirking at his flustered boyfriend.
“What’s wrong with your arms? Can’t move them?” he said, trapping them even more firmly, and Misaki gulped, the cutest smile visible on his flushed face.
“Nooohehheheeheh plehehehease Usagi-sahahahan gahahah!” his laughter started out with giggles again as Usami started to tickle just one armpit while his other hand held down his lover’s arms, just to make him feel even more helpless.
“Please what? I’m pretty sure you mean, please give me more, given the fact you are not feeling guilty at all,” Usami lectured while mercilessly attacking Misaki’s underarm and upper ribs, making him bounce and squirm underneath him.
“EHEHhehee! WHahahahah!” he roared loudly, loud cackles mixing with some hysterical giggles.
“Or, did you change your mind?” Usami asked. Misaki stubbornly shook his head.
“I’ll geheheht you bahahack!” he cried. Heh. Another reason why it was more than convenient to have those arms trapped for a little longer, because Usami knew from several experiences already that Misaki could definitely hand out some tickles here and there, and on bad days Usami would laugh out loud.
He smirked. Not today. “I’d like to to see that,” he taunted, and he started to dig firmly into Misaki’s slender torso with his thumbs while his fingers scribbled all over any spot they could touch on his lover’s bare skin, making him go crazy.
“USAhhahaha-heehehegeeeehheee!” Usami blinked after hearing such noises and he wa glad to repeat the exact same technique, enjoying how effective it was.
“OKAh-okahahahay! Ahahalright I’m sohohorry!” Misaki cackled at last, sounding pretty much out of breath.
“….Are you sure?” Usami hummed, smirking as he slowly ceased the tickling. Misaki giggled and squirmed adorably, and even snorted when Usami gave both his lower sides a pinch. He nodded.
“Yehehes,” he said.
“Sure about what?” Usami asked, his fingers still lazily scratching lightly against MIsaki’s squirming body. Misaki giggled more and twisted from side to side, not even trying to take his sweater off anymore. Someone had gotten comfortable!
“Abahah-about beheing sohorry,” Misaki said.
“Sorry for what?”
“For t-tihickling you,” he said, smiling like a kid that had pulled a prank.
“Yeah? You won’t do it again?” Usami asked. Misaki shook his head, still giggling.
“Nohoho~” he said tiredly. Usami smile at him and leaned in to steal a kiss from those cute smiley lips.
“Alright then,” he whispered against Misaki’s lips before pulling him into a passionate kiss. Meanwhile his own hands took Misaki’s sweater and pulled it off his arms, freeing him so he could wrap his arms around Usami’s neck. Usami flipped him over so Misaki ended up on top, still kissing each other lovingly.
Usami knew where this was going. Either it was going to be right here or still a trip to their bed, or both, but…. His hands massaged all over Misaki’s bare body before pulling him even closer. Yes, this was going to be sexy time.
Or not. Usami barked out a sudden laugh when Misaki suddenly scribbled his fingers against Usami’s ears, catching him off-guard.
“So your ears are ticklish too,” was the brunet’s cheeky reply to Usami’s loud reaction. Usami stared at him in disbelief.
“Youー!” he gasped, and he immediately began to claw at Misaki’s unprotected tummy, making him squeal and fall against him.
“Bwahahahah I’m sohoorreheheeee! I couldn’t heheelp ihihiiit!” he roared. Usami laughed along with him.
“You’re not sorry at all!” he laughed, tickling his silly boyfriend like crazy again. A little tickle fanatic had been born, partly thanks to Usami’s editor, but most of all because of Misaki’s adorable cuteness.
“Usahahahagi-saaaaaahahaan! I reheheally ahaham soorrheeheee!”
“Yeah yeah, not buying that so soon again!”
Oh well, sexy time could wait. He had a little rascal to teach a lesson, and he was going to take his sweet time in doing it!
Happy 1st birthday to the lame jrsih server!! a collection of memes and other doodles i’ve posted there over that last year. lovely place, lovely people, highly recommend
I have not seen anyone write about it under such a point of view. Yes, Usagi will always come first for judgment when it comes to this. On the one hand, this can be called justified, but on the other hand, people absolutely do not understand the reasons for his jealousy, and behavior in general. His behavior is a consequence of trauma, and the absence of any foundation of a normal relationship, a role model on which he could rely. You can talk about childhood as much as you like, but it’s not even just that. In adulthood, he had a hard time with this. Starting from an unrequited love that lasted for several years, not forgetting how Hiroki used him, knowing what position he was in.Throughout the long years of loneliness, Takahiro remained for him the only close person. A man who in one moment simply destroyed all his hopes for a better life. It’s not Takahiro’s fault, it’s just the fact that this situation has traumatized him. In Misaki’s case, he’s just afraid that the person who understood his feelings for the first time in his life will just disappear like Takahiro did. In fact, he has no desire for him to communicate only with him, and in general to be like a dog on a chain. He’s just afraid. For most of the manga, he realizes that Misaki doesn’t have confidence in him. And Akihiko himself has no trust in people in general. This is not an element of comedy, this is his problem.Trauma isn’t pretty.You can’t get rid of it in two days, it doesn’t work that way. Honestly, I really like that he didn’t get rid of it right away. It adds meaning to the story itself. Yes, his appearance was not healthy, yes it is problematic. But problematic - does not mean that it should be destroyed, and cancelled forever. This means that there is something that is interfering and needs to be fixed. And he did it.He dealt with it himself, because he understood that this was his personal problem, for which no one else was responsible, except for himself. And he never justified himself with a difficult past. I’m proud of him. Overcoming your destructive behavior is not easy, even as an adult. Especially having an unpleasant life experience behind it, which often pulls you down. No one is obliged to love him for this, to justify, to be proud of. That’s not the point. The point is that sometimes it’s worth digging deeper so as not to think in patterns about evil evil, which is evil because it is evil. That’s all I wanted to say.
