the games we play.

[pouty.livejournal.com]

[RUNS. he doesn't know where, but he doesn't want to stop.]

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[so-flattered.livejournal.com]

Hmm, I'll just have to cool you down, then.

[but when his hands touch Roxas' skin, they're warm, and so big they almost cover his entire back. he pays it no mind, massaging gently through leather gloves]

[pouty.livejournal.com]

[his cheeks turn the slightest bit pink at the touch, though he's a little ticklish here and there, so he can't help it when a soft giggle escapes now and again.]

You're doing good.

[he says quietly, squirming around so he can arch a little.]

[so-flattered.livejournal.com]

Am I?

[he sounds satisfied by the praise and the reactions, moving his hands to prod a little more at the ticklish areas]

[pouty.livejournal.com]

[that makes him jerk a little left and right, laughing a bit more and trying to move away from those devious fingers.]

S-stop--

[so-flattered.livejournal.com]

Okay.

[smirks, removing his hands completely and holding them up]

[pouty.livejournal.com]

[breathes slowly, sitting up and rubbing at the goosebumps blossoming across his skin, cheeks still a little pink.]

M'really ticklish on my sides.

[so-flattered.livejournal.com]

[he laughs, that grin just the slightest bit leery]

I can tell.

[pouty.livejournal.com]

[finally settles again, his shirt still hiked up as he lays down on his back this time, chest exposed.]

Now you gotta fix this side.

[so-flattered.livejournal.com]

I'll do my best.

[and he lays his hands on the boy's chest, much gentler this time, avoiding his ticklish sides. he takes his time with the underdeveloped pectorals]

[pouty.livejournal.com]

[the softer touches lull him into a state where he closes his eyes, rose blush appearing on his cheeks all over again. he may shift here and there, but they're sort of cues to steer Axel to touch where it feels nicer.]

[so-flattered.livejournal.com]

[he takes the cues, paying extra attention to those areas, hands moving lower, to his stomach. he doesn't forget the game]

How does that feel?

[pouty.livejournal.com]

Feels good.

[he's sort of forgetting the game, focusing solely on how nice those hands feel massaging at his young and soft muscles.]

[so-flattered.livejournal.com]

Good.

[he keeps on, leaning closer to him, face near his chest]

I should listen to your heartbeat.

[it's a warning so he doesn't scare him]