Disclaimer: PoT isn't mine.
"So, what should we do now?" Mizuki rolled his fingers lazily across Yuuta's pillowcase. He buried his face in the soft material and breathed deeply. Yuuta's smell was engrained deeply into the folds of fabric and cotton, a mix of strawberry shampoo and the musky scent that was uniquely him. He lifted his head, one eyebrow cocking up as he felt the bed sink and Yuuta's hand tentativly touch his side. The eyebrow slid higher as the hand began to move jerkily across his ribs, pressing and rubbing. Mizuki laughed and pressed his hands to Yuuta's broad shoulders, trying to push him away.
Yuuta didn't budge, instead he increased the tempo of his fingers, moving them sporadically across Mizuki's chest, back, thighs. The older male squirmed and pushed harder, his laughing coming out harder, uncontrolled. He gasped for breath and thrashed, trying to get the persistant boy off of him. Yuuta rolled on top of him, pinning his delicate wrists with one hand and continuing his assult.
Mizuki's struggle was desperate now, his limbs flailing and his laughing coming out in a hysterical high pitch. He strained against Yuuta's large hands to no avail.
"Let...me...go..." He struggled to get the words out through his painful laughter. He dug his toes into Yuuta's calf, pushing at the muscle. Yuuta nudged his leg aside easily with his knee, positioning himself between Mizuki's legs. His hands slowed to a slight caress against the crook of collarbone. His hand was soon replaced with his mouth and that's when Mizuki noticed the press of something hard against his hip.
"Please don't tell me you just got hard from tickling me." Mizuki was mortified. Yuuta shrugged one shoulder lazily, lips pressed against the vein in Mizuki's throat, sucking lazily in tune with the quickened beat that hammered through the tight tube, heart still pumping from the spastic movements and laughter. Mizuki sighed impatiently. "You're going to leave a hickey."
He easily pulled a hand free from Yuuta's distracted grip and grabbed a fistful of the other male's short hair, yanking hard. He knew it was juvenile, but he felt he needed some sort of revenge against the tickling fiend above him. Yuuta growled low in his throat and began to nip at Mizuki's earlobe, ignoring the insistant fingers tangled in his chestnut locks. Mizuki pouted, turning his head when Yuuta tried to cover his lips with a kiss.
"Mizuki." Yutta chewed lightly on the jawline that was presented to him instead of the soft full lips he was aiming for.
"I'm absolutely famished. Yuuta, I couldn't possibly do any strenuous activity until I've been properly nourished. It must have been all that laughing I did earlier, I heard that really gets your muscles working, expends a lot of stored energy, gets the blood flowing. I really need to eat." A satisfied smirk settled on his face.
Yuuta tried to get Mizuki to relent, kissing his neck, running his hands across his jutting hipbones. Mizuki layed there, not responding to any of the advances. Yuuta sighed, grumbled, and stalked into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
Mizuki laughed to himself, enjoying the sound of Yuuta's frustrated cursing and running tap water, obviously cold, splashing against skin. He remembered to make a note, Yuuta really reeeally liked tickling. He could use this in future. . . situations.