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Putting his hair behind his ears would make him giggle and squirm a little in his seat. God forbid you blew air to his neck, it made him shiver and scratch. Sometimes you would hug Silver and your hands by his back would tickle him. Silver was never safe from your tickling, especially since he told you that he was very ticklish.
It was fun to tickle Silver. He would blush and smile and his laughter sounded soft but loud. He would try to wiggle away from your torturous hands, but it wouldn't work when you were on top of him.
He wasn't in a position to get you off when he was turning his head laughing and almost crying from being tickled everywhere. Usually, tickling was a stress relief thing, but Silver was too often too hysterical to think. You tickled his neck, under his arms, his sides, and everywhere that was ticklish.
Nowhere was safe. Not when you pinned him down and started a one-sided tickle war. Was he away from you all day again? Did he worry you by missing too many of your calls while he was sleeping? Or maybe you thought Silver was glum lately?
Silver tried to toss and turn, but you only shifted a little bit. Silver was absolutely powerless to your tickling.
When you would finally let him catch his breath, he tried to bring you closer to kiss you, maybe distract you before you tickled him again. Maybe his hand reaching up to your cheek would distract you from the steadying pace of the rising and falling from his chest.
But alas, he completely forgot to throw you over when he kissed you, and he was completely at your tickling mercy.