Archive of Our Own

Everyday he could enjoy Miyano’s adorable habits, his cute behavior. Living together with Miyano was a whole lot different than just staying over at each other’s place. 

Sasaki had never seen Miyano more in his own little habitat like this before they moved in together. On their bed Miyano sat, surrounded by BL manga, a pocky stick in his mouth, and a cute blush on his face as he shamelessly read a new manga. Sasaki had bought him five manga books on his way home as a little gift, and Miyano had already rewarded him greatly with the sweetest kisses and excited chirps. 

But more than that, he was rewarding Sasaki right now, just by being himself. Sasaki couldn’t stop smiling. Miyano had been so focused on the manga story that he hadn’t noticed Sasaki staring at him all this time, but suddenly the pocky stick in his mouth snapped as he bit down in enthusiasm, an excited cry escaping his lips.

Before Sasaki could say anything, Miyano already moved over the fallen pocky. That bit was going to stain probably, but they could wash the chocolate off their sheets later. Their bed sheets. 

“What is it, Myaa-chan?” Sasaki asked. Miyano held up the book. “This was just happening and I...” The grin on his face was plain adorable. Sasaki took the BL manga from him and studied what had made Miyano react like this. The pages showed a guy - looking like the ‘uke’ Sasaki understood - who was tied up with his hands behind his back, and his feet together as well. 

The ‘seme’ was leaning over him and... Sasaki blushed. “Tickling?” he asked. Miyano nodded and hid his face in his hands as if to suppress an excited mewl.

“I’ve wanted to try this,” he said frankly. 

Sasaki looked at him in surprise. He then smirked and wiggled his fingers. “What, you want me to tickle you?” He reached out for him, but Miyano caught his hands and sat down on top of them with his knees, his pretty eyes locking with Sasaki’s.

“No, I want to do it to you!” 

.....What. Whaaat was happening. Oh no. Miyano’s eyes were sparkling. His eyes were dazzling. Sasaki barely even realized the depth of it all as he agreed. “S-sure!” 

He watched in awe how Miyano squealed in delight, put the manga aside and started to hop around the room in search for things to tie Sasaki’s hands with. When none could be found in their still underdeveloped little shared apartment, he settled with duct tape after asking Sasaki if it was okay.

“I can handle that,” Sasaki said, acting all cooperative as Miyano tied his hands together behind his back. In his mind though, he was freaking out a lot more than he was on the outside.

Oh no, is he serious? He’s serious!! I am not ticklish, right? Not that ticklish. How am I going to tell him? He will find out. Never mind, I am a little ticklish in some places, he’ll just need to find them. If this makes Myaa-chan happy then so be it. I can take a little bit of tickling. Can I though?

“Is it okay like this?” By the time Sasaki was pulled from his overworking mind, Miyano had also tied his ankles together, and Sasaki tested his bonds as he rested comfortably on their bed. It was quite alright. It wasn’t too tight, but he couldn’t move either.

“It’s okay,” Sasaki said, trying not to show that he was getting a little nervous by now. Miyano easily rolled him on his back and climbed on top of him, straddling him and placing his hand flat against his stomach. Sasaki blushed to see him tower over him like that, this cute excited expression on his face.

“So... are you ticklish, Senpai~?” he asked merrily, his hand very slowly sliding under Sasaki’s hoodie and making him shiver a little.

Managing to flash him a bit of a smug grin, Sasaki answered: “You’re asking me now? Go ahead and try it.” 

Miyano was more than happy to oblige. “Sure!” he said, and Sasaki tensed up when both Miyano’s hands started to tickle his tummy, his fingers reaching under his comfortable hoodie and testing the sensitivity around his belly button.

“HMhh!” Sasaki mewled, his bound body shuddering and fighting the urge to already go crazy. He wasn’t going to embarrass himself in front of Miyano, nu-uh. 

“Pfffehehehe!” Sasaki slowly started to giggle when Miyano’s touch got less soft than that; he started digging and wiggling more, and before Sasaki knew it, his body was twitching and squirming helplessly.

“MMmmahahaahah! Myaa-chaaahahan!” he laughed. Even when he was laughing like this, Sasaki was thinking. He found it interesting that up until now in their relationship, it had always been him tickling Miyano playfully. Sometimes he would make the guy squeal and it was adorable.

Miyano never tickled him back though. Adorable as he was, he never seemed like the vengeful type. In fact, he seemed to enjoy the tickly attention most of the times, and if he didn’t, he would let Sasaki the tickle monster (as he would call him then) know clearly that he wasn’t welcome.

So it was definitely a surprise that the one time Miyano did want to tickle him, it was like this. With Sasaki tied up after he saw something similar in a BL manga. Sasaki chuckled inwardly as he continued to giggle uncontrollably. Typical Miyano, actually.

“You are tiiiickliiish! How about here! Or... here!” Miyano started to rapidly switch spots, and it was unbearable. One moment he’d be tickling Sasaki’s sides, then his ribs, his tummy again, and suddenly his hips.

“Heyheyehye! Hehehey!” Sasaki howled hysterically.

“Time ahaha-time ouhout!” he warned. Miyano stopped abruptly and looked at him with those cute eyes.

“Already?” he asked like a puppy that had its toy taken away. Sasaki took a deep breath and shook his head.

“No, I mean... Not yet, but...” Sasaki blushed. Miyano’s eyes then widened and he smiled.

“I understand! A safeword would be good, right? ‘Cookie’?” Miyano suggested. Sasaki smiled fondly and nodded.

“Cookie it is,” he agreed. Miyano giggled.

“Alright then!” Aaand the tickling continued. Man this guy was thorough. His fingers scribbled all over each and every ticklish spot and Sasaki felt all of it. He was more ticklish than he remembered or ever thought, and laughter spilled from him non-stop. Perhaps it would be right not to feel embarrassed of his reactions, like Miyano didn’t feel embarrassed to share his... particular interests with him.

“Heehee a good spot!” Miyano sang when he managed to wriggle his fingers under Sasaki’s arms where he could tickle his armpits a little.

“AHahahaah! Yehehes it ihihis!” Sasaki laughed. To make matters worse, Miyano liked some validation sometimes.

“How much does this tickle~?” 

“A lohohoot!” 

To Sasaki’s surprise he held out a lot longer than he had initially expected, and by the time Miyano’s traveling fingers paused, he still hadn’t uttered out ‘cookie’ yet. Miyano sighed, sounding very satisfied.

“Can you still go on, senpai?” he asked. Sasaki panted but nodded.

“Y-yeah,” he said. “I can.” He then felt how Miyano climbed towards his bound feet. Oh. 

“Good! There’s one more thing I’d like to try,” Miyano said, sitting on his legs and drumming lightly with his fingers against his soles. Sasaki’s feet twitched already. Uh oh.

“G-go ahead,” he said. Maybe his feet just weren’t ticklish. Ticklish feet were probably overrated, he could almost swear --- never mind. 

“AHAHAH! Wahahait wahahah!” Sasaki barked hysterically when Miyano started to scribble all over his socked soles. Damn the bottoms of his feet were ticklish! Not good! 

“HEheh! HAHAH! MYAa-Myaa-chahahan!” Sasaki bounced his head like madman. This felt insane! 

“Brilliant!” Miyano chirped, and Sasaki was still affected by his cuteness and happy reactions, but more than that, he was affected by those maddening tickles on his soles and -- NOOOO!

“MYAA-Chhahaaahahan!” he roared when Miyano took off one sock and tested the ticklishness of his bare sole. He compared it to the socked foot, but all Sasaki was doing was squealing and shrieking by now.

“Do you think the neighbors will hear this?” Miyano asked sweetly. That little...! Why didn’t even seem concerned, it was pretty hilarious actually. 

“I hohope nohohot!” Sasaki laughed. “HYeeeeehehehe!” Miyano settled with the bare foot and took off his other sock as well. Sasaki’s bound legs kicked a little and fought, but Miyano pinned them down steadily with his weight and continued his tickle games.

“Senpai’s feet are so...” Sasaki wished he had heard what Miyano was saying about his feet, but he was laughing too hard to hear the rest of it.

“WHAHAHahat?!” he asked, but his only answer was more tickling.

“Ahahahaaah! Myaa-chaaaahahaan!” Miyano was relentless. At this point... Sasaki wheezed and gasped for breath. He wasn't going to last for much longer. At least he could end it now and have some dignity left. Yeah, that sounded okay. That sounded good.

“Cookie! Coohohookeeehehehe!” The second time hadn’t even been necessary, but just to make his point. Miyano stopped tickling him and turned around, the brightest look ever on his face.

“You’re so tough, senpai!” he said, and he kissed Sasaki’s cheek lovingly. Sasaki caught his breath and smiled.

“Y-yeah, right? I am,” he said proudly. Everywhere was still tingling, but he felt good. Had he ever laughed this much in one go? Probably not. Definitely a nice feeling.

“EEEH!” Sasaki screeched when a painful sting ripped through the nice feeling; Miyano had ripped off the tape that held his wrists.

“I’m sorry!” Miyano cried, and he brought Sasaki’s hand up and caressed his wrist.

“I thought if I’d do it without warning it wouldn’t hurt as much,” he said. Sasaki giggled sheepishly.

“It’s fine,” he sighed tiredly. With his arms finally free, he wrapped them around Miyano and held him in an embrace. Miyano leaned into him and snuggled comfortably, but only for a little while.

“We have to untie your feet,” he said. Ah, right. Sasaki, still tired and giggly, released him so Miyano could move to his feet.

“Your feet are so much bigger than mine,” he said, putting his socked foot next to Sasaki’s bound feet. Ah, so that was what he was saying earlier, probably.

Sasaki smiled and wiggled his toes. “Hehe, they are right? Speaking of your tiny feet, Myaa-chan. Are they ticklish too?” Sasaki asked. He noticed a little blush on Miyano’s cheeks as he leaned over his feet and looked where he could pull the tape loose.

“N-no,” he said.

“Are you suuure?” Sasaki asked. Miyano raised his head, and well, those cute eyes could’ve sent arrows straight through Sasaki’s heart.

“.....Yeah.” 

“I don’t believe you!” Before Miyano could continue untying his feet, Sasaki pounced on him and wrestled with him until he had Miyano’s ankles in a tight arm lock. Even with his own ankles still tied together, he could do plenty with just his arms and body weight alone, and within seconds, Miyano was thrashing beneath him and letting out the cutest giggles.

“SEHheehenpaahahai! AHahahah nohoho!” 

“Heh, good. I do think a little revenge wouldn’t be so bad, hm?” he teased, wasting no second longer and also taking off Miyano’s cute socks.

“Eheehhehehehe!” Miyano laughed freely and Sasaki couldn’t believe this was his happy life right now. Just him, his adorable boyfriend, spending a weekend at their apartment and just laughing their heads off. He was at home.