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[Wriothesley tickles the other a little more before he plants his hands at the sides of Kizuna's head, a bright grin on his face as he takes in the sight of the other. His hair drapes over them like a curtain as though to obscure them from view. As though they aren't already the only two people there.]

Don't be like that, sweetheart. I like hearing you laugh. [He's a little breathless despite him being the one attacking the other, but maybe because he was also laughing alongside.

Is he sweettalking a little? Yeah.] I heard laughter is the best medicine.

[ Even in the worst throes of not being able to breathe, Kizuna is momentarily swayed by the sight likewise hanging above him — light eyes, a glowing smile. A warmth that radiates, skin flushed from exertion. Lungs heaving a little, Kizuna seems to consider those words, the deep cadence Wriothesley delivers them on.

Ignore the happy tears hemming the corners of his eyes. Or the fact the did, in fact, forget to breathe for a moment.

Like he said. Unfair. ]

Best medicine for who, I wonder? [ Fingers rise to twine with a long lock of hair. ] You're supposed to be resting, remember.

Isn't it universal? You don't think laughter is good for everyone? I like to think everyone benefits from a good laugh. [He gets off the other if only to fall onto his side next to the other. His eyes are bright with mirth as he regards the other.]

Resting is easier after a good work out. [His counterpoint honestly is not wrong, but it is obviously just being used as an excuse.] I'll rest easier after tiring out.

[He tangles their legs together again.] Maybe I just have too much energy right now.

[ Wriothesley thinks he's going to get off easy for that one, doesn't he?

(Well. He's right.) ]

Tiring out by tickling me? [ Kizuna pokes his chest, knowing well there's not a ticklish spot on this man that he could find and not get destroyed for in the process. ] That seems skewed in someone's favor.

[ Coughing a little to clear the hoarseness from his voice, Kizuna settles as much as he can after being so riled up, dragging his heel thoughtfully up the line of the other man's shin. ]

Too much energy is a problem, though. What to do about that...

[Never punished. This is why he gets away with so many things.]

Tickling and laughing takes energy. [He knows that the energy he expended is nothing close to being the one being at the receiving end of the tickling. He has the audacity to pretend that he has used up oh so much energy doing so though.] Well, you can't blame me for not being ticklish. It would be a disadvantage in a fight like how it's a disadvantage for you now.

[Getting warmer, but there's no reaction from his shin. Though, he isn't thinking the other is trying to find some weak point on him at the moment.]

Well, apparently not tickling. It seems you aren't up for it. [Brat.]

You wouldn't be either, if you knew what it felt like. [ Never punished and for what? To be charming? ] But you know, if you're going to brute force it, maybe I just have to be clever about it?

[ That's what happens when you pit a warden against a detective, no? ]

And as I recall, there was one spot...

[ Hefting up on an elbow, shirt still all rucked and eyes gleaming terribly, Kizuna uses the hand he'd just poked him with to press down on Wriothesley's chest. It's not much leverage, but it is just enough to dip into his space with a heated exhale, lips descending on the curvature of his ear and the cool metal of his piercings. ]

Here, maybe? ♥

[ He plunges his tongue against it. Take that. ]

I just had to grow out of being ticklish. Perhaps you can grow out of it too. [But then he wouldn't be able to tickle Kizuna and that'd be disappointing.

Oh, but isn't that smile a little dangerous? Those words?

He doesn't know what to expect when the other moves. He opens his mouth to say something, but he feels hot, wet tongue against his ear and the slight press and tug against his piercings, and the only thing that comes out is a sharp intake of breath and an embarrassing little keening sound. His hand shoots out to grab the other's arm out of instinct.]

Ah, fuck.] Wai- T-That's not ticklish.

Aha. [ A laugh breathed against sensitive skin as Kizuna releases him. ] Isn't it~?

[ Gratified by the noise he'd gotten out of him, he leans back, pleased to be acting like the brat he'd been branded as. Be careful what you wish for. ♥

He does, however, punctuate the action with a little kiss to Wriothesley's nose. ]

A reminder that two can play dirty.

[A shiver runs down his spine.

Kizuna is so bad for his heart and his libido, honestly. It's split down the middle as to which one is suffering.

They're so damn cute kissing his nose like that though. Maybe it's more his poor heart in the end.] Hey, be careful how dirty you play. I'm no saint, you know. [Messing with a guy's erogenous zone is not the same as tickling, thank-you-very-much.]

I have half a mind to tickle you again, bastard. [Affectionately said.]

[ No, but it did give him a brief (and somewhat literal) taste of victory. ...Very brief, if the cadence of his smile as it softens into something silly and oh-so-chaste is anything to go by. ]

I kindly refuse!

[ Don't mind him trying to worm away from that threat... ]

Here, here. Let's truce.

[You ever just look at a guy and think you might be kind of down bad for them? That seeing them smile so soft and want to hear them laugh is something you so very much want again?

Yeah, anyways, moving on.]

A truce huh? Somehow, I feel like that the person who'll get more out of this truce is you than me. [He isn't going to tickle the other again, but maybe he'll make them sweat a bit.]

[ Those emotions definitely don't flutter up into the air right where he can sense them. Like if he were to inhale, they'd catch right in the back of his throat. Moving on. ]

No way! [ He is sweating. ] You don't even want to know what my tongue can do left unchecked!

[ Is it his most compelling argument? Probably not.

Kizuna shoves his hand out. ]

I'll even shake on it.

[ Wiggles fingers. You know you wanna. ]

Kizuna. [He laughs.] We're literally trapped in some sex resort. Isn't wanting to know what your tongue can do left unchecked be something I want to actually know?

[His tone is teasing if not a little honest.] I feel like you're jumping from hot water to even hotter water at this point.

[He does take that hand, but not to shake. He laces their fingers and tugs the hand to his lips to kiss the empath's knuckles.]

[ It's not so much the words themselves that halt him in his tracks and more the press of honesty beneath their timbre, however cheeky the both of them might be acting. When did it become instinctual to tighten the fit of their fingers once brought together? Better yet, to think — he'd want him to know that regardless of where they are.

Propping himself up on an elbow, he concedes. ]

Here I was trying to reassure you. [ He sighs through his nose. ] What's "hotter water" now, anyway?

[Look, they've been handholding since the first day. It's just become part of something they do. They're really just doomed to the sweet, gentle entwine of fingers.

He slowly opens Kizuna's palm so he can press it against his cheek.]

I might actually throw out your back. I'm behaving right now despite you riling me up. [His smile surprisingly soft, even if he rolls his eyes with a laugh.]

[ Palm and fingers mold easily to the side of his face when prompted, warmth spreading in the cup of skin against skin. He rubs his thumb there with a wondering hum despite the upwards swing of his heart in his chest. Kizuna's gaze flicks down, noting the cadence of such a smile. ]

Oh? So good. [ A likewise tease. ] Threatening to tickle me might have been more effective, though.

[He turns his head so he can kiss Kizuna's palm. He never considered himself an affectionate man, yet he can't help but press kisses whenever he can. It's Kizuna's fault for being such a kissable man, honestly.]

Oh? Do you want to be tickled? I can certainly make that happen if you want. [He grins against the man's palm before licking it. This guy is a menace, sorry.]

Definitely not. [ Kizuna is quick to fire back, protective over the sanctity of his sides. But it's not lost on him either, the significance of his kisses and, yes — that devilish flash of tongue. Kizuna laughs, that same thumb he'd been using to draw soft patterns on Wriothesley's cheekbone shifting in his grasp. He uses it to dip against the corner of his mouth, peeling back his lip to reveal one of his sharp eye teeth. ] Instead, you could put that to better use.

[ Leaning in on his elbow, he captures his mouth with a pliant kiss. ]

[A hand slides to cup the back of Kizuna's neck, deepening the kiss. He drags sharp canines against the empath's bottom lip, a lopsided grin felt in the press of lips.]

Are you trying to seduce me now? [He starts to trail kisses down Kizuna's jaw. Chaste and sweet.]

I felt jealous seeing marks on you. [He's not unpacking why though. Why doesn't matter.] I wanted to leave my own suddenly. I understand why you got how you did. [But Wriothesley doesn't have the excuse of his suit. Whatever is making him jealous is his own doing.]

Nope. But... what was it that you said? [ Rhetorical, soft, a little nervy. ] That I was a natural?

[ Feeling the ample scrape of those teeth is what really makes his thoughts start to spin out; Kizuna is eager to chase his smile's shape as he rolls onto his back and brings the boxer with him. His focus almost slides if not for the way that Wriothesley's words drop against him, into this rhythm they share.

It's true that he hadn't really dissuaded wolves and other cats from using their teeth. It hadn't seemed like it would matter, from hunter to hunter. But this — it's over. It's no longer about the game. Gaze fluttering open, he also suppresses the why of it. He steadies one palm on Wriothesley's side to balance him and the other smooths up over his cheek, his ear, restlessly carding through hair until he reaches the back of his bandaged neck. Fingers press there in remembrance. ]

...it was like I couldn't focus on anything else.

You're a menace. [He wants to say he has way better control than this (he does) and he isn't only cum for brains (he really does), but all of that is tossed out the window with a man so willing and encouraging in his arms.

Kizuna surely knows what they're doing to him and doing it anyways. Maybe that's exactly why it's so easy to fall into it all.

Wriothesley is back to boxing the other against his bed, thighs bracketing on both of Kizuna's hips as he continues to press butterfly kisses and drag teeth against the column of the empath's neck. A shudder runs up his spine, the brush of fingers against his ear to the press of them against where the bite is. Just enough pressure to sting in a way that's more enjoyable than comfortable.] If we go any farther I won't stop. [His breath is hot against the junction of Kizuna's neck. It lingers over one of the bites left by another.]

[ That crescendo of noise hollows in his ears, the laugh that sticks hot in his chest, the heavy creak of the bed as their combined weight sags against it. Just the sound of the man's breathing, the touch of his lips on skin... maybe he is a menace. But he really likes him so much and he has no idea what else to do about it.

Honesty flares in his blood, the thick rush it within his pulse: he couldn't stay away, even if he wanted to. What else is there to do but get closer? Breath stuttering quietly in his chest at the feeling of knees causing deep divots in the mattress at his sides, Kizuna's free arm sweeps up beneath the material of his shirt, exposing the scorching width of his back to open air. ]

Okay. [ It's that easy. ] Don't stop.

[ Tilting his head aside, the muscle of his neck makes the bitemark there stretch dark and bruised. Looking at Wriothesley from the corner of his eye, he smiles. ]

Make it yours.

[He sits up a bit just to pull his shirt off and toss it to the side. There's no longer the mane of fur that covers his chest and fur, only the bandages that are carefully wrapped and secured over his neck. As soon as that shirt has been tossed away, his mouth is back on warm skin, tasting sweat and salt on his tongue. Utterly intoxicating.

Kizuna has him so easily wrapped around their finger and he isn't particularly bothered by it.

A chuckle.] You spoil me. [It really feels that way. And he won't squander it.

Wriothesley sinks his teeth down, determined to obscure it with a mark of his own. He presses his teeth down enough to break skin and taste copper on his tongue.]

[ It's worth it, he thinks, to do that. To press whatever closeness he's seeking into his hands when they've been robbed of so much else in his life. Warmth and skin seem small in comparison, but also precious — to an empath, what else would he have to give that holds so much weight?

There is something else, but it shoots to the back of his mind as the sinking of teeth into his neck flares white-hot. Kizuna sucks in a breath, a keening noise sounding low in the back of his throat. Fingers knead at the back of Wriothesley's neck and into the muscle of his side, gripping and pulling him in. He's solid enough to arch into and Kizuna is realizing it's the first time he's experiencing it from this angle, the weight of him dizzying and pleasant.

He swallows, throat thudding. It feels good. So good. ]

[He laps at the bite mark with his tongue. Kizuna might feel just a slight shift in temperature from the boxer. A cool wetness as he runs his tongue as though to soothe the mark before leaving another bite or hickey over neck and shoulder.

Hands sneak under Kizuna's shirt, fingers gliding over abdomen with rough hands. Despite how warm they are surrounded by blankets and sheets, his touch is somewhat cool. His Vision tucked into his pants pocket being manipulated to cool the space around them just a little to keep temperature comfortable.]

Beautiful. [Cool breath against skin.] You're beautiful...

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