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With his legs hooked around a thick tree branch, Gorou slowly lifted his torso, getting his head up to his waist’s height. “Thirty-two… t-thirty-three…” Gorou grunted, clenching his hands behind his head while he pulled his body up again and again.
Itto, on the other hand, leaned comfortably against a nearby tree. He simply continued to enjoy his extra sweet lollipop and to casually watch the general’s workout session.
Regular soldiers would do something like running laps around the camp and do push ups. Gorou, however, wasn’t a regular soldier. He was the general. And this meant that a regular workout session wouldn’t do it for him.
Still, did he really need to hang himself upside down?
“Are you done? We are going to be late for the festival, pup,” Itto whined, his words slightly muffled by the candy in his mouth.
His words made Gorou frown - but since he was upside down, could it be called a smile? Itto chuckled at the thought, only noticed Gorou said something and he ended up totally ignoring it. Oop. “H-how many again?”
“I said- ugh, thirty-nine- hahh, t-that I will do one- forty!” Gorou gasped, relaxing his body and letting it hang as he tried to catch up his breath, “...I will do one hundred. I’m almost halfway, you can go first if you want.”
“What?!” Itto stomped like a child throwing a tantrum, “it will take too long! Can’t you finish it later?”
“You know that’s not how it works- I mean, I hope you do,” Gorou scoffed a giggle, swaying a little in his place, “and it’s not like it’s my fault, you’re the one-”
Crack.
Gorou widened his eyes, his ears twitching in response to the slight creaking sound. To his surprise, it wasn’t the branch giving to his weight, but his boyfriend losing his patience. “H-hey, Itto, what are you d- AH!”
A giggle, or rather a scream, bursted out of Gorou’s lips when Itto reached out to waist, squeezing it with both hands while trying to pry him off the tree. “I-ITTOHohoh!” The general laughed in panic, his muscles far too sore to properly fight back.
“I’m gohohoing to fall!! Stahahap!” Gorou pleaded, his legs being the only thing keeping him from his clingy, needy boyfriend. Still, Itto didn’t seem to really worry about such a scenario.
The oni continued to play with the Gorou’s stomach, sides, hips, waist and even some of his ribs - all conveniently hung right at his face’s height. “That’s the goal, pup,” Itto grinned, tickling Gorou’s lower sides with his long, sharp nails, “but don’t worry, I’ll catch ya before you do!”
“WAHahahait!! I’m nohohot done yehehet!”
“Yes, you are,” Itto mumbled, tugging a little harder at Gorou’s body and groaning at how surprisingly hard taking him down was proving to be. Well, desperate situations call for desperate measures.
The last thing Gorou heard was Itto gasping, taking a huge amount of air into his huge lungs. Then, that awful noise followed by an unbearable tickling.
“PFFFFFT!! ~”
“Y-YOHOHOU JEHEHERK!!!” Gorou cackled, squirming like a worm in the hook while Itto buried his face into the general’s warm tummy, nuzzling and blowing one raspberry after the other.
All Gorou’s brain could process was the electric-like feeling running a thousand miles per second throughout his body, shutting off any defenses and taking away any control he had over his own limbs.
When he was back to his senses - a couple seconds later, for the record -, Itto was already carrying him around, his body hanging over the oni’s shoulder.
“U-ugh,” Gorou groaned, trying to look up to his partner’s face, “couldn’t you at least let me shower?”
“No can do, pup, you waste too much time playing on that tree,” Itto giggled, ruffling Gorou’s hair with his free hand, “now, to the festival we go!”