[It absolutely works. He laughs at such a sudden high pitch that it's more of a shriek and his whole body suddenly bends to get away from that one tiny little tickle touch. One foot has somehow wound up against the back of the couch, as if he's going to kick off and launch himself to the floor like a rocket - or maybe just contort into a pretzel somehow.
His face sure is something.]
Fuck--!
[He v e r y slowly settles when Min takes his hips (and Min probably has to tug him back into place a little) but he's still tense - hypervigilant of any further tickle attacks. He pouts a little from his place on Min's chest.]
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His face sure is something.]
Fuck--!
[He v e r y slowly settles when Min takes his hips (and Min probably has to tug him back into place a little) but he's still tense - hypervigilant of any further tickle attacks. He pouts a little from his place on Min's chest.]
Yeah, yeah. Go ahead. Laugh it up.