=^Tickle Tales^=

Stop Being So Adorable

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*HUGS EVERYONE* I decided to do something other than Undertale for this one! Sooooo.. TomTord here we go!!~ I got inspiration from Raven Lee Writer in a Septiplier fanfic!

   
Tom and Tord were cuddled up in their sleep. Well, sort of sleep. It was around 11 at night, both of them were pretty tired, but like most people, they just stayed up and snuggled in the comforting silence.

   
Tom kept placing small kisses into Tord's neck. Tord having his back against Tom's chest made it easy.

  
Each time he did so, the Norski giggled a little only to muffle his laughter into a pillow, refusing to be loud or even hardly show a real reaction if he had a choice.
  
Tickling. He was deathly ticklish. Tom knew this all too well. He loved making his boyfriend flustered as hell, his blush would match the hoodie if not even worse. He could see the playful annoyance on the smaller male's face each time he planted a tickly kiss on his neck.

   
"T-Tohohom.." Tord whines a little drowsily. He didn't wanna admit it, but any type of bonding, cuddling, snuggling or even a smile from the taller blue hoodie wearing boy made his heart flutter. Tickling was at least a little different than that though.
   
Both of them hated being ticklish, it kinda made both of them think the other find it weak or ridiculous. It could make someone flustered, blush like a beacon, giggle their heart out or even bring them to stitches in tears. Whether that was good or bad, both of them honestly found the other one in any of those situations the cutest thing they ever saw.

"Yeah?~" Tom replies. His face shoved into his lover's horn like hair to muffle a little bit. He places another kiss on his neck, his fingers curling into Tord's sides. The Norski squealed a little, curling in on himself to try to avoid the laughter wanting to pour out.

   
"Ihihit's too lahate for thihis..." Tord whines again, not wanting to be put into a tickle fit right now. Sure he wasn't really tired, not at all honestly, but he acted like he was, hoping to get his taller boyfriend to stop this little tickling assault. Tom chuckles at that. "Too late for what? You being so adorable? I agree.~"

Tord squeaks into the pillow under him. His hoodie was left beside him along with Tom's on the floor, both men in their boxers and a little loose tank tops for sleep clothes. Tom wore a dark blue tank top, his boxers bright blue with a couple red hearts while Tord wore a light red tank top, boxers red with blue hearts.

Tom grins and starts nuzzling along his neck with his nose, back and sides of it as well. His fingers curled in and out in a rhythm to Tord's slight shaking from giggles.

"Ihi'm not ahadorable!"

"Yes you are. Now stop being adorable, I'm trying to sleep.~" Tom shuts his eyes, face still in the shorter one's hair. His breathing was calm, his voice was a bit deep and luring, making Tord blush bright pink. He played along though, shutting his own eyes, hands beside his head as he kept his lip bit.

Tom notices and starts wiggling his fingers up to his ribs instead, he feels him squeak and tense up, but no giggles or even a smile escaped. So, he was gonna play that way, huh? Fine, two can play that game.~

Tom moves up to his upper ribs, pinching and prodding softly. Tord squeals a little, a smile breaking to his features. Maybe this was harder than he thought it'd be.

He couldn't take it, he broke into loud childish giggles as his ribs were attacked and tickled senseless. "I said stop being adorable.~" 
  
"Stohohohohop tihihickling me thehen!" Tord squeaks. "No can do. Someone is being adorable. So someone has to be punished for it.~" Tom smirks and digs into his underarms.

Tord squeals and arches his back, laughing louder. It was higher pitched than Tom's, but not sounding like a girl or anything. Not yet at least. Tom found the whole scene adorable as hell. His boyfriend, squealing their head off, face bright pink in flusteredness as their hair was starting to get messy from squirming. Who could resist that??

  
"TOHOHOHOHOM!!" "Yeah?~" "STAHAHAP IHIT!" "I told you to stop being adorable.~ Did you listen?~ Nope!~ You just keep giggling like a dog is gonna nibble you to death.~ Something funny?~" Tom kept bombarding his lover with teases, only to make him hide in his hands and blush bright red.

"SHUHUHUT UHUHUP!" Tom moves down to his hips, drilling and squeezing. He earns a few shrieks and squeals from the little thing. He was being a tease. A big tease, and he just freaking knows it.

"NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHO!! TOHOHOHOM STAHAHA!!" Tord squeals loudly, his blush brighter than ever. He squirms and pushes against Tom, at least a little bit to try to make the tickle torture end. Tom snickers as he spiders and draws designs into the Norski's hips, designs like stars, diamonds and even hearts.

After hearing the little thing's laughter grow squeaky, Tom blushed brightly. Then... Tord snorted. He. Freaking. Snorted. "Oho my gohosh!~ That was so cute!!~ What did I tell you about being adorable?!~" Tom whispers teases into his ear.

Tord couldn't be any more embarrassed, hiding in his hands was the last resort he even had at this point. He was being tickled shitless, and he couldn't get out of it for the life of him, or even to save what bit of dignity he had left.

Tom eventually stops, leaving Tord a blushing and panting mess in front of him. His horn like hair was a fluffed up ball of curls and split ends, his cheeks as bright as a fire and his body twitching softly from the after tickles, making him subdue into more giggle fits while it slowly faded away.

"Now, if your adorable any more tonight, your gonna be thrown back into a tickle fest.~ Understand?~" Tom teases and nibbles his ear. Tord squeaks a little, nodding in an instant to know he understands the point.

Tord rolls over to face him, kissing the taller male's chin and then nose. "..Thank you." Tord could barely stop himself for saying it, once he did, he instantly froze.

Tom tilts his head, raising a brow. "For..??" Tord looked away and stuttered out a reason. It was a lie, obviously. "F-For.. calling me adorable?" He would never really mean that. Since he hated being called that, finding it false, but still. It's better than the truth.

Tom stares blankly for what seemed like ages, awkward silence between the red and blue tank top wearing men. Tom's eyes were unreadable to tell what he was thinking, but he pulls Tord into a soft kiss then rests his head on Tord's.

"Heh, sure.~ Anytime.~"