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“I SAID STOP!” Sakura’s cheeks flushed like the most beautiful cherry blossoms Umemiya had ever seen. The blush was one of Umemiya’s favorite things about Sakura. Regardless of how insecure Sakura was about it, Umemiya tried to remind him how beautiful and precious it was.
He couldn’t help but find new ways to make that blush vibrant and bright that could light up a room and warm the coldest of souls!
They hadn’t been dating for too long. Only since a week before Umemiya graduated from Furin. Sakura was so cute. Sputtering and looking everywhere but Umemiya’s eyes after Umemiya confessed on the rooftop. His cheeks flaring like the ripest tomatoes.
The rest was history.
It’s been about three months now, and they’re still getting to know each other in the romantic relationship sense. They didn’t have sex that often, which was totally fine! Sakura was still figuring out what he liked and what he didn’t like, and Umemiya would sooner have Hiragi bash his head in with a baseball bat than make Sakura feel pressured to do something he wasn’t comfortable with.
There was teasing though. He had come to learn Sakura doesn’t mind being teased as long as it was playful.
Like now! Sakura refused to accept defeat in losing another round of Mario Kart. The rule this round was that whoever lost had to suffer the “punishment” deemed fit by the winner. Sakura was so confident that he would win, he agreed to the rule without a second thought.
Umemiya loved that about him. How confident he’s grown in himself as time has gone on.
But right now, Sakura was not a fan of the toll he had to pay.
Because Sakura rarely laughed, Umemiya deemed the silly punishment to be tickles.
Despite Sakura’s protests early in their relationship, he had come to learn that tickling was a fun way to show affection. When done playfully, it could be fun and silly and a great way to laugh with your partner.
Umemiya would do sneak attacks being the tickle monster when Sakura least expected it. Getting him in the ribs while he was making a sandwich at his apartment or blowing raspberries on that beautiful pale toned abdomen of his when he was taking a nap.
The reaction was always precious and priceless. The squeak and squeals and flustered state Sakura got in made Umemiya’s heart soar.
And right now, Sakura was not having it. He was begging Umemiya to stop, but how could he when his boyfriend is just the definition of absolute adorableness and perfection?!
He decided to ease up on the couch where the gaming remotes were discarded somewhere on the floor below.
Sakura’s ankle was Umemiya’s prisoner as he tickled the sensitive arch of Sakura’s crinkling foot.
Umemiya pouted, going from scribbling his foot mercilessly to just lightly tracing lazy circles on the soles. “But you’re so cuuuuuuute, Sakura-kun,” Umemiya pursed his bottom lip more.
Sakura tried to yank his foot back but was unsuccessful. “I-I don’ care!” The blush deepened and spilt down his strong neck. “Just–stop!”
“You haven’t finished your punishment yet!” Umemiya wrapped his arm around Sakura’s leg with a teasing smirk. “Just a few more seconds and then it’ll be over.”
“I’ve already gone through enough!” Sakura tried to kick Umemiya with his free leg, but that, too, was unsuccessful as Umemiya got an ironclad grip on his boyfriend’s other ankle.
“Now, now, come on. You can do it.” Umemiya quickly maneuvered himself so he was straddling Sakura’s knees. He plopped all his weight down on Sakura’s trapped form to the couch so he could get better access to Sakura’s feet. “Now, just gimme another ten seconds, and your debt is paid.”
The thrashing that happened after with the protests full of giggles followed.
…But then Umemiya felt something bump under his stomach.
At first, he didn’t think anything of it and continued to give Sakura his ticklish consequence…but then…
“STAHAHAP!” Sakura whined through his fit of laughter. “PLEHEHEASE!”
Wow.
Sakura never says “please” unless he actually means it.
Umemiya rolled off of Sakura and got to his knees on the floor beside the couch. “I’m sorry…Did I go overboard?” He went to cup the side of Sakura’s flush, heated face, but Sakura swatted his hand away while trying to get his breathing back under control.
“I-I said to stop, you b-basahastard.” He grumbled through post-tickled giggles.
Umemiya sighed and scratched the back of his neck. “You did, you did. But you usually don’t mind? It’s been fun…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t’ve…Oh? What’s this?” He had gone to pat Sakura’s on his hip, but as he reached over, his arm brushed over something stiff building under Sakura’s basketball shorts. When it did, Sakura’s hip bucked forward with a gasp.
Oh Umemiya knows what that gasp meant.
He rubbed his hand back over where the bump was, and low and behold, Sakura was getting an erection.
But Umemiya hadn’t done anything sexy, had he? Why would–?
“Don’t do that!” Sakura smacked Umemiya’s hand off of him.
Umemiya couldn’t let this go though.
“Sakura,” the older boy leaned forward and propped his elbow on the edge of the couch. “Are you–?”
“Shut up!” Sakura curled onto his side, grabbing one of the pillows from the couch and holding it tightly against his stomach. He turned so his back was facing Umemiya.
“Hey,” Umemiya placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Will you look at me?”
Sakura shook his head and mumbled something into the cushions.
“Okay, you don’t have to look at me.” He swiped his thumb back and forth over the smooth texture of Sakura’s shirt. “If I talk, will you listen?”
Probably with much frustration, Sakura nodded.
“Thank you,” Umemiya smiled. “Now, you have nothing to be embarrassed about, Sakura.” The white-haired young man sighed. “Was it that you got a fantastic view of my butt? I do know how much you like me in these jeans.”
Sakura shook his head with a snort.
“Hm, okay,” he tapped his chin in thought even though Sakura couldn’t see him. “Was it that I was teasing you?”
Another shake from Sakura’s head.
Which prompted another sigh from Umemiya. Then a little lightbulb went off. “Was it the tickling?”
Sakura’s body stiffened.
Yep.
That was it.
“Oh Sakura, my precious, precious Sakura,” he couldn’t stop the small breathy chuckle. “It’s okayyyyy.” Umemiya slid his hand down to rubbing soothing circles on Sakura’s back. “Everyone has something that makes them turned on, and if tickling does that for you, then–oof!”
Sakura swung the pillow around and thumped Umemiya on the side of the head. “It’s embarrassing!” The blush spilled down his neck and probably seeped over his smooth shoulders. “Like, I looked it up and watched some videos…I just…I mean who the hell gets off on getting…” His voice got quieter and quieter with each syllable.
It was so cute how Sakura still struggled even saying the word “tickle.”
“On getting tickled?” Umemiya finished for him, running his fingers through his hair. A smile spread across his face. “I’m sure it’s more common than you think. And who cares if you have a thing for being tickled?” He patted the top of Sakura’s thigh. “How long have you been–?”
“I dunno!” Sakura responded with some defensiveness. “I just–I dunno–one day you did it and when you left I had to jerk myself thinking about how you tickled me and then I just wanted to throw myself off the building and–!”
“Woah, woah, woah!” The older boy chuckled. “Easy there, no one is throwing themselves off any buildings, okay?”
“Well yeah, no shit.” Sakura huffed and crossed his arms grumpily over his chest. “It’s just embarrassing…”
Umemiya let out a breath through his nose. He wanted Sakura to feel more comfortable with this. He knew it wasn’t going to happen immediately. Sakura gets into his head far too quickly and those damn voices from his old town telling him he’s a freak and disgusting probably doesn’t help. His heart ached just thinking about what Sakura must have been thinking about himself.
“Like…You’ve told me tickling is supposed to bring people closer and shit…B-But if I get like THIS each time you tickle me,” he aggressively pointed to his erection, “then haven’t I tainted it? Isn’t it gross?”
Yep.
If Umemiya could beat up every asshole who dared to make Sakura feel less-than, then he gladly would and would accept all the consequences of such actions.
“No, Sakura,” Umemiya grunted as he got up and sat down on the edge of the couch. “You haven’t tainted tickling. You could never taint anything, honestly.” This time when he reached out to cup the side of Sakura’s face, Sakura didn’t push him away. That made Umemiya smile. “Look, like I said, everyone has something. And truth be told, I actually think that this is a very sweet little kink you’re learning about yourself.”
Sakura’s blush flared again as he rolled his eyes. “Kinks ain’t supposed to be sweet.”
“Eh, agree to disagree.” Umemiya patted Sakura on the head. “If you want to explore this, we can. You know I’m always ready to do anything that might make you happy.”
His boyfriend was quiet for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, I know…” He sighed and slowly unfolded his arms.
Umemiya breathed a little easier seeing Sakura loosen some of the tension in his body. “How are you feeling now?”
Sakura shrugged and stared down at his lap. “I still have this fucking thing.”
Another hearty laugh. Umemiya put on a mischievous smirk, dropping his voice to a low, teasing tone. “Would you like me to do something about it, Sakura-kun?” He hovered his hand above the bulge in between Sakura’s legs.
Nope. He could never get tired of Sakura’s precious blush.
Sakura breathed a little faster before shivering. The way he nibbled at his bottom lip nervously, absolutely adorable.
This boy really will be the death of Umemiya.
Sakura swallowed and gave a nod. “If you want…”
Umemiya’s smirk widened. “No, no, you know you need to tell me explicitly, baby.” Oh yeah, once he pulls out the pet names, he knows Sakura will turn into a puddle of mush. “Tell me, do you want me to take care of it?”
Sakura’s flush deepened and Umemiya could tell he wanted nothing more than to sink into the couch and never come out, but this way Umemiya knew what Sakura truly wanted.
“Fine…I…I wan’ you to take care of it…but um…”
Umemiya perked up and tilted his head. “Yes? What is it?”
Sakura’s voice got quieter still. “C-Can you do it while..I mean, um..like, could you do this to it?” His boyfriend wiggled his fingers as if he were tickling the air.
The smirk on Umemiya’s face faltered for a moment, shifting to a sweet smile. Seeing Sakura be this vulnerable with what he wants always did something to Umemiya. He wouldn’t change a thing about it.
“Yeah, I can do that, baby…Are you gonna squirm around?”
“PROBABLY!” Sakura grabbed a pillow and smashed it over his face again.
“Okay, okay, it’s alright.” Umemiya laughed softly and stroked the bulge in between Sakura’s legs with just one finger to start off, eliciting an immediate twitch of Sakura’s hips. “I know you haven’t wanted to try bondage or anything yet.”
Sakura pressed the pillow closer to his face, stifling a soft gasp at Umemiya’s gentle stroke and observation.
“Stop it, you’re gonna suffocate like that.” Umemiya smirked and decided to use his free hand to quickly crawl up Sakura’s t-shirt and brush his calloused fingertips around those sensitive ribs.
Immediately, Sakura flinched and tried to get away from the fingers. A small burst of giggles erupted while Umemiya steadily stroked Sakura’s bulge.
Much to Umemiya’s delight, Sakura’s cock grew faster than usual when he started to tickle Sakura.
“Aw, this is so cute.” He couldn’t help but tease Sakura a little bit. “You’re being so good, letting your body react the way it wants to.”
Sakura giggled into the pillow, probably drenched in a pretty scarlet from another drowning blush.
Umemiya smirked and took his hands off Sakura’s body.
Resulting in a very flustered Sakura.
“Hey! Wh-Why’d you stop?!” He poked his head up from behind the pillow.
“Because I wanna see your expressions, and I can’t do that with the pillow in your face, now can I?” Umemiya slowly reached for the cushion.
For a moment, it looked like Sakura was going to fight him on it, but ended up choosing not to. He allowed Umemiya to take the pillow away and set it somewhere on the floor.
“There we go, that’s much better.” The older boy sighed with a smirk. “So tell me, do you want to stay here on the couch?”
Sakura thought for a moment before nodding.
“Okay then, I think we should get you more comfortable.” Umemiya slid his hands under Sakura’s shirt and gingerly tugged at the hem. “Would you like to take this off?” Umemiya leaned down and brushed his lips against Sakura’s pink ears. “It would make it a lot easier for me to tickle all those sensitive spots on your cute tummy and chest.”
He could feel his boyfriend shiver at the thought, hearing the way his precious breath hitched, the way he tried to prevent a soft whine from spilling out of those beautiful, nibbled lips.
“Okay…s-sure…” Sakura nodded against Umemiya’s head and followed the suggestion. He lifted his arms up and allowed Umemiya to take off his shirt. Umemiya had the biggest smile on his face the whole time, letting his nails lightly rake across Sakura’s warm skin as the cool air-conditioned space lapped at Sakura’s upper body.
Goosebumps erupted all over Sakura, his cute, pert nipples stiffening, ready to be teased. Umemiya stared at them for a moment and hummed in thought.
Sakura noticed and quickly brought his hands down, covering his chest. “What?”
Umemiya tilted his head and tapped his chin. “I was just thinking…Would you like me to only use my fingers? I have that one vibrator we’ve used a few times. I could also pull out the new feather duster I haven’t used yet. It’s still clean. What do you think?”
It was like Sakura’s brain stopped working the moment Umemiya said the word “feathers.” Oh he truly was such a precious partner. Umemiya will love Sakura until the day they die. He’s just come to accept that at this point.
“I think you like that idea.” Umemiya leaned back and winked. “Do you like the idea? Would you like to try it?” He took his pointer finger and traced lazy designs up and down the very stiff bulge straining against the fabric of Sakura’s gym shorts.
Sakura’s hips twitched at the sensation, so sensitive and precious. The younger boy nodded, slowly moving his hands away from his chest and setting them by his waist. “Yeah…Um…I wanna try that…” He immediately looked away, his blush spreading up to the tips of his ears down his neck and over his chest.
This was one of Umemiya’s favorite versions of Sakura. All pink and red and flustered. It was precious and a part of him that Umemiya wanted to preserve forever.
“Okay, then you just wait here. I’ll go get the feather duster and then I’ll be right back.” Umemiya stood up, bent over to give Sakura a kiss on his forehead, and walked into his bedroom. It didn’t take him long to find the duster. He swiped a hand over the feathers. They were tickly on his palm, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. Oh how beautiful of a reaction he was sure to get out of Sakura.
“I am convinced you will love the…oh? And what’s this?” Umemiya looked up from the feather duster to see Sakura standing next to the couch naked, stripped down to nothing but his gorgeous bare muscle and bone.
He couldn’t help but see how large Sakura’s cock had grown. It was basically at full-mast now. Pearling beautifully in a small stream of sunlight that bled in through the curtains in Umemiya’s kitchen. The way it bounced when Sakura saw the feather duster in Umemiya’s hand made Umemiya’s own cock stir awake. He could feel it pressing against the zipper of his jeans. But right now it wasn’t about his pleasure, it was about Sakura’s. They could get to him later if later ever came.
“I…I thought maybe we could try on the bed…or whatever.” Sakura’s voice cracked and his blush deepened if that was even possible at this point. His golden silver eyes dropped to the floor as he pressed his wrists into the sides of his hips.
How could Umemiya refuse a suggestion like that?
“Of course, baby, come on.” The older boy gently grabbed one of Sakura’s hands and guided him into the bedroom.
As always, he watched in awe as Sakura climbed into the bed. Sakura rolled onto his back and shook. He was shaking more than usual. It was the anticipation of what was to come. Umemiya hadn’t seen Sakura this pent up in a long time. It was cute that it took being tickled like this to be what let him see it again.
“What a good boy, telling me just what you wanted.” Umemiya knew praise would help Sakura settle down and slip into a more comfortable headspace. Praise did wonders for Sakura. Umemiya knew this meant he had to be careful when they were in public, but right now he didn’t have to worry about any of that.
Sakura merely nodded with a strained neck as he waited for Umemiya to begin whatever treatment he would do next, keeping his hand tight against his sides.
“Alrighty,” Umemiya used the handle of the feather duster to tap his chin again. “I’m pretty convinced you’re gonna move around a bunch…Are you okay with me sitting on you so you won’t squirm as much?”
Another nod from Sakura. It was like he was embarrassed to even admit that this is something that turned him on. The way his cock twitched gave him away, but Umemiya wasn’t going to mention that in the moment.
“Okay,” Umemiya smiled as he straddled Sakura’s legs. “Think you’ll be able to hold your arms up like this?” He demonstrated how Sakura could hold his arms above his head, crossing his wrists towards the headboard.
“Y-Yeah…” Sakura swallowed and obeyed even though Umemiya didn’t really give him a command. The movements were jittery. Umemiya could feel Sakura shaking, his nipples pebbling beautifully, standing erect and ready for attention they were desperate for. Not to mention the cock pearling in front of him.
“I’ll start slowly, okay? You tell me if you want me to stop.”
Sakura forced out a snort. “It ain’t like you’re gonna hurt me, dumbass.”
Umemiya smirked as he brought the feather duster up to Sakura’s stomach, hovering it there for a moment before giving slow, slow, slooooow strokes across his tummy. “True, but this is still something new for both of us. I don’t wanna do something that’ll make you too uncomfortable.”
Sakura took a sharp inhale as the smooth feathers glided over his quivering stomach. The way his muscles rippled at the sensation was captivating.
Umemiya placed a gentle hand on Sakura’s hip, stroking the muscle there with his thumb while he dragged the feathers up and down the cute tummy under him. “You have such a perfect tummy, Sakura.” He praised. “I love giving it kisses, but I think today it’s going to be extra fun giving it all the tickles it deserves.”
The whine that came out of Sakura’s throat gave Umemiya chills. He needed to hear more of that.
An idea came to him as he watched Sakura struggling to keep his arms above his head. He slowly slid the feathers up and twirled the duster in between his fingers around Sakura’s right nipple, immediately getting breathy giggles.
“Aw, that tickles, hm? Different than my tongue, isn’t it?”
Sakura nodded and continued to giggle, trying desperately to keep his shaking arms where they were.
“Is it getting hard keeping your arms like that, baby?” Umemiya smirked, deciding now would be a good time to spider crawl his fingers of his free hand up from Sakura’s hip to his ribs again. Just light scratches, more so to elicit an itchy feeling than a full-on tickle assault…for now.
“I-I hehe c-cahahan do it hehe–” Sakura shivered and squeaked when Umemiya put more pressure into Sakura’s ribs.
“Oh I’m not sure about that.” He chuckled in response. A quick glance down showed that Sakura was fully erect. All the blood in his body pulled down to that gorgeous cock. Umemiya wanted to pleasure it so much, but he told Sakura he would tickle him first, so he would. He began to flick the feathers in quick, sporadic movements so Sakura wouldn’t be able to predict where the tickling feathers would land and tease.
He spun the feathers in the hollows of Sakura’s armpits, danced them across his collarbone, glided them across his belly button, leaving Sakura giggling the whole time.
The method worked, he got Sakura to squirm under him, eventually the arms fell as he tried to keep himself protected on reflex, but failing to do so. Not that Umemiya could blame him. Sakura was a very sensitive young man, add that to the other many reasons why he adores Sakura.
Umemiya leaned forward and grabbed Sakura’s wrists in one swoop, pinning them above Sakura’s head as he laid himself flush against his boyfriend’s body. “Gotta keep your arms like this, otherwise I can’t tickle you in my favorite spots, baby.” Umemiya teased, giving him a kiss on the nose.
Sakura crinkled his face and squirmed under him. Before the younger boy could make a sassy comment, Umemiya dropped the feather duster with a soft plop on the mattress and used that same hand to dig into Sakura’s armpit.
The reward for his efforts was a burst of full-fledged giggles and uncontrollable laughter. Sakura bucked his body, his hips thrusting up for stimulation, thumping against the fabric of Umemiya’s jeans.
Would his precum leave a mark? Perhaps. Did Umemiya care? Not in the slightest.
“Hahahaha!” Sakura howled giddily. His whole face lit up like a traffic light.
Umemiya laughed next to him, loving every sound that came from Sakura’s lips. His fingers tickled Sakura’s underarms, his ribs, coming up briefly to twiddle around his very sensitive nipples, getting a moan-giggle hybrid.
Umemiya made a note of that for later.
He dipped one finger into Sakura’s cute little belly button while nuzzling his nose against the soft spot below Sakura’s ear. After taking a deep breath, he pressed a kiss on that precious patch of skin and whispered, “You make such beautiful sounds for me, Sakura. I think I might just do this for a few hours before giving any attention to your cock.” Sakura bucked his body and squirmed and shivered, cackling and clenching his muscles in both desire and protest. “What? You don’t like that idea? Want me to take care of you now?”
The nod he gets is quick and shaky as Sakura tries to push out the words for what he wants.
“Okay, I can do that for you.” Umemiya gently nipped at the skin on Sakura’s neck, sucking on it lightly. The feather duster that had been placed to the side is now back in his hand, brushing soft strokes over Sakura’s side and abs, tracing the lines of his muscles. Finally he lets the feathers dance around the base of Sakura’s beaming cock. The head looked furious, angry that it hadn’t been given the attention it so obviously needs.
“Ah-ha–!” Sakura squeaked with a moan. His body squirmed and he whined when Umemiya pulled the feather duster away. “S-Stop teasing me!”
“But you get so cute when I do.” Umemiya nuzzled his nose under Sakura’s jaw before twirling the feather duster back under the head of Sakura’s cock.
“AH! Hehe! Ah!” Sakura whimpered with a giggle this time. A quick glance down made Umemiya smirk with pride. Precum dribbled down the side of Sakura’s throbbing member. It truly is always a beautiful sight.
Umemiya pulled away from Sakura to go back and straddle his thighs, the feather duster not leaving his boyfriend’s aching cock. “I have an idea that I think you’ll like, baby. Can you trust me to try a little something different?” He continued to twirl and twirl the duster, using one large hand to grip Sakura at the base while dancing the tips of the feathers right on Sakura’s slit as if he were dusting that sweet precious cock.
Sakura’s immediate reaction was giggles and whines, his cock twitching and bouncing in front of Umemiya. “Y-Yehehes, I-I t-truhahahast you–ah!”
“Good boyyyyy,” Umemiya pulled the duster away for only a moment so he could pluck out one of the feathers. He spun the feather around in between his forefinger and thumb a few times. “Keep those arms up for me, okay? Can you try?”
The whines that trembled from Sakura’s lips were music to Umemiya’s ears. But he nodded nonetheless, obeying the command.
“Such a good listener, my good, precious Sakura,” Umemiya praised and traced each defined muscle on Sakura’s chest with the lone feather. It elicited goosebumps like no other all over his body, making those perfect pink nipples harder if that was even possible. “How does this feel, baby?”
“Good–hehe–ah-ah–ngh! AH! Wh-Whahat are you d-dohohohoing?!”
Umemiya pried Sakura’s legs apart slightly before scooping them up with one arm. “I have another idea. Could you please hold your legs up against your chest for me? Or hold them by the ankles so I can see your cute asshole?”
Sakura blushed furiously. Umemiya never really cursed often, and when he did, it was usually in the context of them doing sexual things. They found early on that Sakura finds it both embarrassing and “kinda hot” (using his words) when Umemiya showed this more unfiltered version of himself. Umemiya was always gentle at first, and would ramp up the roughness depending on what Sakura said he wanted. There was no denying there was a small possessive side of Umemiya that he wouldn’t show all the time. But apparently when he did, it made Sakura feel more wanted, more desired. So Umemiya tried leaving little love bites on parts of Sakura’s body that were juuuuust noticeable if he really wanted to show them off.
Regardless, calling Sakura’s ass a cute little asshole, well, if it could get him to blush like that, Umemiya could die right now and be more than fine with it.
Umemiya could tell Sakura struggled to swallow before cupping his hands behind his knees, yanking his legs up so he could grab his ankles. As he did, Umemiya was blessed with a gorgeous view of Sakura’s winking hole. It crinkled and looked oh so vulnerable in the best possible way. Umemiya leaned down and gave it one small, small kitten lick.
The immediate response was Sakura yelping, not expecting that.
“W-What the hell?! I-It’s dirty there!” Sakura flushed even more, his legs dropping on reflex.
“Not really, you showered when we got back, and you haven’t gone to the bathroom. I’d say you’re pretty clean.” Umemiya winked and patted his boyfriend’s calf. “Now come on, lift them up for me, baby. I’m gonna make you feel good in a different way today.” He used a hand to brush up and down the inside of Sakura’s thigh. “Is this okay? Are you okay with me trying this?”
Sakura let out a strangled whine, his blush bleeding down his neck as he gave a nod. “Y-Yeah, I guess.”
Umemiya smirked and lightly pinched the sensitive sink under his hand. “No guessing.”
“Ugh!” Sakura groaned and thumped his head once against the pillow. “Yes…Yes I-I wan’ you to try it…”
“There we go. Good boy,” Umemiya took a deep breath and leaned forward. Both of his hands came in front of him. He lightly scratched the clef of Sakura’s exposed ass, the space right under his hole. Sakura giggled and gripped his ankles. His legs quivered in his grasp as Umemiya continued to lightly tickle that vulnerable space. He poked out his tongue and gently lapped at his boyfriend’s asshole. The way it twitched under his tongue my Umemiya’s stomach flip with desire, the hole trying to squeeze him in for more of this new sensation. Oh Umemiya just wanted nothing more than to make Sakura feel good and cum now. His pants felt too tight as he watched Sakura’s cock dance and dance with each flick of his tongue and thrum of his fingers.
He flicked his tongue faster and faster, watching Sakura become more and more undone in front of him. His giggles. His panting. The moaning. The whimpers.
Yes. Yes to it all.
He gave Sakura’s asshole sweet, gentle kisses before sucking on his entrance lightly. The smell of vanilla caramel body wash wrapped around his nose. Maybe someday they’ll try using whipped cream or something like that during their sexy time. But that’s a thought for later.
He grabbed the lone feather with one hand before pulling back completely again. Before Sakura could protest, Umemiya blew cool air on Sakura spit-slickened hole. “I know, I know, I’m getting there…How do you feel, Sakura?” He brought the feather up and brushed it up the long, hard, red side of Sakura’s cock. “By the looks of this, I’d say you’re feeling good, hm?”
Sakura bucked his hips. “O-Of course I am!” His voice cracked. “Don’ stop now. Please!”
They both looked shocked that the word “please” came out of Sakura’s mouth so soon. Usually it took a while.
Boy oh boy, Umemiya must have really tapped into something here.
He can’t help the smirk that eats up half his face. He loved the way Sakura turned his head away, trying to hide himself against the pillow, which was pointless considering Umemiya could still see the other half of his face.
Damn he really loves Sakura. With every fiber of his being.
“As you wish,” Umemiya immediately dove back into pleasuring his perfect boyfriend. But this time, with a twist. He dragged the tip of the feather from his cock’s head down to his balls, swirling around them, making Sakura giggle all the more. The feather twirling down and around before sliding back and forth over Sakura’s exposed entrance. Umemiya gets rewarded with a bundle of giggles and moans. A strangled gasp crawled out of Sakura’s throat when Umemiya licked a hot stripe up the side of Sakura’s cock.
The younger boy’s back arched as his knuckles turned ghost white, trying so hard to hold his ankles just the way Umemiya told him to.
For a moment, one of the few things that managed to stick with him from a biology class surfaced to Umemiya’s mind.
He pulled his mouth away from Sakura’s cock and spread Sakura’s asscheeks further apart, flicking the feather wildly over the stimulated hole. No other stimulation except the feather.
“Wh-whyhehe a-aren’t you s-suhahacking mehehe?” Sakura’s body thrashed from the tickling on just his asshole. Damn that brilliant pink on his face.
Umemiya decided to show some mercy and slowed the feather down, merely tracing lazy circles around the flutter hole. “Well, I remember in my biology class learning about different erogenous zones.”
“Eheherogen whahat?!” Sakura giggled and shook. “The fuck y-you’re th-inking of school?!?!”
“Just follow me,” Umemiya smirked, knowing full well none of this would sink in whatsoever, but he was quite proud of himself for being able to tie in something from school. “Apparently, when done right, stimulation to just an erogenous zone alone can make you cum.” He sped up the swirls of the feather before just poking the hole with the tip of the feather. “The asshole is one of those zones…Would you like to see if I could make you cum just from tickling you riiiight here?” Umemiya sped up how fast the feather sawed between Sakura’s asscheeks, making the younger boy giggle and squirm.
He continued to tease and was blessed with a bashful headnod from Sakura.
With that, Umemiya tickled Sakura for all it was worth. Faster and faster, no other stimulation but that. He could see Sakura’s hole spasm, ready and yearning for more. And how Sakura’s cock oozed with precum. Beautiful clear droplets trickling down his cock and onto his toned abs. Umemiya would lick that off soon.
“Getting close, baby?” Umemiya slid the feather and faster and faster and faster and rougher and rougher and rougher . The way each of those strands of the feather tickled his hole was mind blowing.
Sakura nodded, his legs quivering and body struggling so hard to stay in one place. “Clohohose hehe! Ah-Ah! U-Ume!”
Then he couldn’t help it, and Umemiya knew it would happen.
After a couple more seconds of non-stop asshole tickling, a large, long stream of white hot cum spewed out of Sakura’s cock, launching up into the air, managing to land on his chest and chin. FUCK he was beautiful like this. His back arched, his legs fell to the bed, and he let out a moan Umemiya hadn’t heard before. The way the veins in his neck practically bulged out of his skin…
Damn what they would have to do this more often. They’ve unlocked something precious and hot and Umemiya needed more of it. One dose would not be enough.
Umemiya pulled the feather away and put it on the bed. “Mmmm, fuck that was pretty hot, not gonna lie.”
Sakura panted, his eyes closed trying to catch his breath after coming off his orgasmic high. He peeped one eye open with his cheeks a beet red. “Yeah, well…it f-felt good…” Some post-giggles and orgasm twitches accompanied the statement.
“Well that’s good.” Umemiya plopped himself down next to Sakura and traced the lines of cum painted on Sakura’s body. He scooped some up and popped the finger in between his lips.
Yep.
Just as sweet and salty as always.
Sakura blushed and covered his face with his hands at Umemiya’s actions. “Do you always gotta do that?”
“Yes, actually, because if I don’t I might die,” Umemiya chuckled. He hummed watching Sakura’s chest heave, getting more air into his lungs as he slowly calmed down. “Soooo…wanna try it again?”
“HUH?!” Sakura dropped his hands from his face. “Seriously?!”
“What?” Umemiya smirked, lightly dragging his nails up and down Sakura’s stomach, gently massaging his hip. “We know the body becomes reeeeeally sensitive after you have an orgasm, right? So we could see if the tickling makes you cum even harder for another round!” There was no point in hiding his excitement at this prospect.
And much to his delight, it looked like Sakrua wasn’t opposed to the idea.
“...I…I mean we could try.” Two different colored eyes look down at Umemiya’s waist and widen. “You’re that fucking hard from getting me off?!”
Umemiya glanced at his jean-covered cock and laughed heartily. “I mean, we know I love making you feel good, Sakura. Can you blame me?”
“You’re–ugh!” Sakura buried his face in his hands again. “J-Just gimme a minute…Then I’ll be ready…”
“Yay!” Umemiya hopped off the bed and immediately stripped off his clothes with the biggest smile on his face.
Wow.
Yep. His cock hasn’t been this hard from making Sakura feel good in a while.
Umemiya walked to the dresser drawer and pulled out lube. “How would you feel about me fucking you and tickling you at the same time?” He asked over his shoulder with a knowing smirk.
To which Sakura just nodded, still not showing his face. “Yeah…Okay…”
Umemiya grinned like he won an olympic medal. He quickly ran into the kitchen and snagged two bottles of water. They’ll need it after this.
When he came back he was greeted by Sakura on his hands and knees, looking at Umemiya with renewed energy even with the blush on his cheeks. “I-I’m ready…”
No other words needed to be said.
Umemiya jumped back on the bed after setting the water on the ground. “So am I.” He put more than a generous amount of lube on his fingers, warming it up before slowly smearing it onto Sakura’s hole. The gasp he received was music to his ears. “Always so sensitive, Sakuraaaa,” Umemiya hummed in approval and desire. “I love the sounds you make.”
“S-So you’ve said.” Sakura curled his fingers into the sheets. “EEP!”
Umemiya smirked triumphantly as he poked Sakura’s ribs without giving him warning. “You’re gonna love this, I’m sure of it.”
One finger first slipped in, then two, then three, hitting that precious secret spot deep within Sakura that Umemiya knew made Sakura see bright lights. He massaged the spot while spidering his fingers up and down Sakura’s ribs and hips in unpredictable patterns. “I think you’re ready for me now.” He didn’t stop the gentle tickles while pulling out his fingers. Sakura released a whine, desperate to be filled again. He really was something else. “Come on, back on your back, please.”
“Why?” Sakura giggled and yelped again when Umemiya flipped him over without any notice.
“I wanna see your beautiful cum-face.” Umemiya leaned down to kiss Sakura’s nose, smiling when he saw Sakura’s cock already back to full-mast. “Damn, you’re gorgeous, I wish you knew that.” He kissed him right below his jaw before lathering up his own dick. He aligned perfectly with Sakura’s hole, giving him a brief breather from the tickles. “Okay, I’m going in now, alright?”
Sakura nodded quickly. “Fucking finally, yes, come on!”
“Heh, so eager,” Umemiya moaned with pleasure the moment he sheathed his cock inside Sakura’s warm walls. The pressure was divine like nothing else. “ Fuuuuuck , you always feel so good, Sakura. Shit , I love you so much.”
Sakura panted and let out the most delicious whimpery moan when Umemiya began moving his hips. He had to set a good rhythm first before he added in the tickles.
Which he did. Sakura clawed at the sheets, yanking them so hard they snapped off the corners of the bed, leaving him desperate to hold onto something for purchase. “Here, baby, I’ve got you,” Umemiya scooped up Sakura’s wrists in one hand again, pinning them above his head as his thrusts became faster and harder.
“Shit shit fuck fuck FUCK!” Sakura howled the more aggressive Umemiya became. “More, more, more, fuck, U-Ume!” He whined, face flushed, sweat dripping off the sides of his face.
Damn, he was really already that close?
Well, no sense in making Sakura wait.
Umemiya gyrated his hips while spidering a hand up Sakura’s side, tickling and tweaking his nipples before diving into Sakura’s armpits at the same time.
He was rewarded with squeals of giggles morphing into moans. It was clear Sakura’s body couldn’t decide if he should be laughing or moaning, eventually trying to just combine the two.
It was official: these were Umemiya’s favorite sounds to get out of Sakura. Maybe one day they’ll record it and Umemiya will listen to it anytime they’re apart. That seemed more than reasonable.
“So fucking sensitive. So ticklish. My perfect, ticklish, precious baby,” Umemiya practically growled as Sakura whined at the praise. “So good, so fucking good, so, so fucking goooood –ngah!” It was getting difficult to keep control. His grip tightened around Sakura’s wrists when he felt Sakura squirming at his actions.
“I-Ihehehe’m clohohohose!” Sakura moaned. “Umehehehe!” He whined and tried to squirm from Umemiya’s ticklish fingers. “Plehehehease!”
“No, no, you don’t stop getting tickled until you cum, baby,” Umemiya chuckled lowly, panting as he sped up his thrusts. The bed shook, the headboard crashed into the wall over and over again probably chipping off the cheap paint, each time Umemiya slapped his skin against the back of Sakura’s thighs. Sakura dug his heels deep in the middle of Umemiya’s lower back. Shit, it felt like heaven. Sakura was heaven incarnate.
Umemiya felt that all too familiar hot coil in his stomach wind tighter and tighter with each pull of Sakura’s ass tugging him deeper inside of him. Damn he was getting too close. He danced his fingers all around Sakura’s nipples now, fuck they were so hard and easy to please.
“Does this tickle too, baby? Hm?” Umemiya stilled his hips for a moment.
“Hehehe ye-ehehes!” His boyfriend whined and laughed. His body thrashed under him. “Don’ stahahap!”
Yeah, no, Umemiya couldn’t stop after that sweet plea.
Back to thrusting, fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, YES! Oh Sakura sucked him in just right.
Oh and when he felt his tip ram into that sweet bundle of nerves that only he’s ever touched? Fuck yes.
Sakura howled in pleasure, wailing with laughter as Umemiya unleashed the tickles all up and down his tender ribs.
He couldn’t hold back anymore. It was too much for both of them.
“Gonna cum together, ‘kay?” Umemiya growled into the crook of Sakura’s neck. “Sound good, baby? Can you do that with me?”
Sakura could only laugh and moan in response, words useless and unreachable in that moment.
Good. That meant Umemiya was doing his job right.
With that sweet promise, Umemiya said the words he knew would send them both over the edge and plummet down to pure ecstasy.
“Good boy, now cum.”
Pleasure like no other coursed through his veins as Sakura’s ass greedily clenched around him, squeezing out the cum it craved, and Umemiya was more than happy to oblige.
Cum shot out of them like lava from a volcano. Umemiya painted the walls of Sakura’s insides white, determined to fill it all so his essence would leak out of him for days to come. Sakura’s second round of cum was just as strong as the first time. Umemiya was blessed with a shot in the chest with Sakura. It felt so good. It always felt good, but this. This was something else entirely.
Umemiya’s hips didn’t stop until he was certain Sakura was done and couldn’t give anymore. The tickling subsided, Umemiya too focused on making sure Sakura was finished.
When he finally released Sakura’s wrists from above his head, he collapsed right next to him on his back. He winced as his cock left Sakura’s warm ass, and the whine from Sakura of being left empty again did not go unnoticed.
Both young men gasped for air, desperate for rest. Umemiya gathered the strength to crawl to the end of the bed and snatch up the bottles of water to stay hydrated. “Here,” Umemiya gently nudged Sakura, who had already started to fade. “Gotta drink some.”
Sakura whined and shook his head. “Don’ wanna.”
Umemiya snorted with a tilted smile. “Come oooon, you know you have to.”
He received grumbles but eventually Sakura groaned and forced himself to sit up, giving Umemiya an annoyed look. “Just to get ya to shut up otherwise ya won’t stop.” He took off the cap and chugged the bottle dry.
Umemiya followed, both of them releasing sighs of relief.
They promptly fell onto their backs. Umemiya snatched Sakura before his back made contact with the bed, pulling him in close like he was a teddy bear.
“You don’t have to do this each time we fuck…” Sakura mumbled, nuzzling himself into Umemiya’s embrace, his actions betraying the annoyance he was forcing into his words.
“I know, but I wanna.” Umemiya pressed a gentle kiss to Sakura’s sweaty forehead, tangling his legs in between Sakura’s and smelling the sweet scent of his shampoo. “Mmmm…We’ll shower again later after we have another round.”
“Yeah, okay…W-Wait! Another round ?!” Sakura craned his neck back to look up at Umemiya, who was looking down at him with bright blue eyes. “You could honestly do it again?”
Umemiya nodded eagerly. “I mean yeah! Didn’t you have fun? You haven’t cum like that before, Sakura! And now that we know one way to get you feeling that good is to have some tickles…” the white-haired graduate fluttered his fingers in the crook of Sakura’s neck, making Sakura giggle and try to shrink his neck down in between his shoulderblades like a turtle. “Well, I just can’t stop…unless you really want me to.”
He wiggled his fingers there for a bit until he realized maybe Sakura didn’t have the fight in him to tell Umemiya to actually stop. He paused and used his hand to trace lines up and down Sakura’s arm in soothing patterns.
“I…I guess in a bit we could…” A yawn escaped Sakura’s lungs. “Wanna nap first…Is that okay?” He curled more into Umemiya’s warm embrace.
Which only made Umemiya’s heart soar all over again, his smile brighter than a million suns. “That sounds like a perfect plan, Sakura.” Umemiya gave his boyfriend another kiss on his forehead before allowing his own eyes to close. He rested his cheek against Sakura’s hair, breathing in and smiling as he replayed everything they just did in his mind.
Oh yes.
They would definitely be doing this again on a regular basis.