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[therushingsky]

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[beejfu]

[He sputters and jerks back suddenly, also very much surprised]

YES that!

[therushingsky]

Hey, fun things to find out about yourself: you're apparently kinda ticklish now!

[He decides to show mercy, and smooths his hands down Betelgeuse's back, before sliding his hands under the bottom hem of the other man's shirt.]

Does it feel nice?

[beejfu]

[He gives another involuntary shiver, looking at Rhys in a distrusting manner]

Yes. No.

It's weird.

[Which probably means yes]

[therushingsky]

[He trails his fingers under the hem of Betelgeuse's shirt, exploring the bare skin over small of the other man's back.]

It doesn't feel bad, but it makes you feel like you can't control your body, right?

[He smiles, watching the other man's expression.]

You're so cute. I could just watch your expression all day.

[beejfu]

[BJ gives a toothy grin, blushing as he struggles to sit still, sitting on his hands]

Aw, you.

Yeah. Yeah, that's it. That's the spot.

[His knee suddenly starts to jerk uncontrollably as he stares down, worried]

I keep forgetting I'm human sometimes. It's weird, you'd think since every experience is new, I'd be all over it, but you get used to this body REAL quick.

[therushingsky]

Don't worry, I'm pretty sure that's normal.

[He drops his hand to trail over that shuddering knee, just taking his time in showering the other man with small, soft caresses.]

I guess every experience is new once, but then it's a lot of repeating the same ones over and over just to stay alive.

[beejfu]

[He nods, watching in fascination at his own body as Rhys calms the shaking down]

Weird.

So wait, I can do that to you?

[His hands inch forward, interested in finding Rhys' ticklish bits]

[therushingsky]

Oh, it won't work on me, I'm not ticklish.

[Rhys says, but it's the lie of a man who has spent a long and fruitful life being tickled mercilessly by people.

He catches one of Betelgeuse's hands, determined to avoid being caught out.]

[beejfu]

[His hand is caught as he looks at Rhys' face, leering in that kind of demonic look that he gave before he was human]

SOMEthing tells me I shouldn't believe you.

[therushingsky]

[Rhys swallows, his heart pattering in his chest, but he doesn't let Betelgeuse go.]

Yeah, well, it doesn't matter, because I'm not going to let you try.

[beejfu]

That sounds like a challenge to me.

[he grins, and sits up with his legs moving under him, so that he's on his knees and a good head taller than Rhys.]

[therushingsky]

[Rhys shifts, laughing a little, as Betelgeuse reposition to loom over him.]

You sure you wanna try it? You're taking on the master here, and you only figured out being ticklish was a thing like, thirty seconds ago.

[He's already flexing the hand that isn't holding onto Betelgeuse, planning on snaking it in towards one of the million other places where the former demon might be ticklish...]

[beejfu]

IIII think I can handle a little torture. I WAS a demon, after all.

[He beams, searching Rhys' body for the most likely spot, before tackling him and going for the back of his knees]

[therushingsky]

That's not how I remember it.

[Rhys replies, managing to be glib for a while five seconds before Betelgeuse finds the back of his knees and a ticklish convulsion goes through him. He yelps, half laughing, half shrieking, and promptly kicks Betelgeuse in the head.]

Shit, sorry, sorry--

[It wasn't hard, and he's still breathless from the tickling, but even so. A head kick doesn't feel very sexy.]

[beejfu]

[Betelgeuse gives a yelp of his own, kicked full in the head by Rhys' foot. He lands off the side of the bed, breathless, a gleam of red trickling down his nose. He looks more shocked than hurt]

Ow.

[therushingsky]

Sorry! Sorry! Jeez, are you okay?

[Rhys follows Betelgeuse down to the floor, reaching forward to wipe that little rivulet of blood out from under Betelgeuse's nose.]

[beejfu]

[He whimpers, more stunned to see his own blood]

Yeah. No. Wait. I can bleed just from THAT now?

[therushingsky]

Babe, you can bleed from anything.

[Rhys insists, wrapping an arm around Betelgeuse's shoulders to reassure him as he dabs at the bleeding nose.]

You're breakable now. Annnnnd, I need to try not to kick you in the face again...

[beejfu]

Holy shit.

[BJ. Is. Shooketh. He stares at the blood on his fingertips, then looks up at Rhys]

I used to love getting kicked in the face..

[therushingsky]

What did you like about it?

[Rhys asks, solicitous and guilty.]

Maybe we can like-- find a way to hit the same spot without giving your soft human body a bloody nose.

[beejfu]

I mean, I'm not gonna say I'm NOT half hard right now, but it might be bad in the long run, here.

And...I dunno! Pain tickles me.

[therushingsky]

You know we can do-- non-lethal pain, right?

I'm not great at the heavy sadism part of BDSM, but if you want me to rough you up a little, then you probably need to kind of relearn where your pain threshold is anyway...

[beejfu]

You'd do that for me?

Stringbean, I'm touched. Flattered, even.

[he bats his eyelashes, badly]

Shit. Wait, what are you into? Did I ever ask that before turning into a non-selfish non-asshole?

[therushingsky]

Oh babe-- I don't know if you know this about yourself, but you kinda love being told what to do? You were always pretty giving in the bedroom.

[Just gonna give Betelgeuse's cheek a teasing little pinch.]

I mean, I guess it's kinda telling that I first started hitting on you when you were a pushy demon who'd just murdered me, but I'm versatile.

[beejfu]

[he leers, beaming with pride as Rhys compliments him. He doesn't ever get enough of that]

You want me to be pushy? I can be pushy!