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[therushingsky]

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[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!

[therushingsky]

Oh, I know you can.

[Rhys smiles, caresses Betelgeuse's cheek with a smooth grin.]

But we were talking about what you're into, right?

[Annnnd, to that end, the hand caressing BJ's cheek draws back, to give him a little slap. Hard enough to sting, just a little, but not enough to do any damage.]

Is that okay?

[beejfu]

[he purrs, deep in his throat. Apparently that's not gone away either. The slap hits; catching him by surprise and a little bit of delight]

Holy shit. That was awesome. Do it again?

[therushingsky]

Yeah? You like that, huh?

[Rhys asks, caressing Betelgeuse's cheek again, and briefly scraping his nails down the line of the other man's throat.]

So what does this do for you? Is it just the attention, or do you like, want me to be mean to you as well?

[Another slap. It lands a little bit harder this time, the sound of it ringing out through the room.]

[beejfu]

[He gulps when Rhys draws a hand down his throat, his expression uncomfortable and dazzled.

His head whips to the side at the second slap; BJ turns back to Rhys, sneering with a sudden desire]

Attention. I love attention.

[therushingsky]

Babe, you have my undivided attention.

[Rhys tells him, in a warm purr, as he takes hold of his boyfriend's collar to pull him back up onto his feet, and towards the sofa. His grip is tight, leaning into that bossiness that he thinks Betelgeuse will like.]

[beejfu]

[Betelgeuse giggles, walking in step-time like they're dancing, moving backwards with Rhys]

Where are we going?

[therushingsky]

Well I was going to shove you down on that couch and sit on top of you.

[Rhys suggests, his tone still low and full of promise.]

But maybe I should be bending you over my knee instead? You think you deserve that?

[That's sexy code for: please confirm or deny that I'm steering this kink towards the stuff you're into]