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Published: 2015-11-17 03:06:35 +0000 UTC; Views: 1558; Favourites: 3; Downloads: 0
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You can tickle any MALE character listed. Keep in mind YOU tickle THEM, and this is males only. You can tickle them as another character, male or female.- Light
- L
- Near
- Mello
- Matt
- Matsuda
- Mikami
- Aizawa
- Mogi
- Raye
Have fun!
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Matsuda felt his cheeks heat up again, and he keep Β his eyes closed so he doesn't have to look at his coworker.
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Light noted the silence, and didn't move to press further. He'd stumbled upon an interesting side of Matsuda, and he wasn't about to let him close up again. His eyes wandered to Matsuda's outstretched legs, to which he nodded.
"Not so embarrassed, now? Aren't you worried I might try again?"
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Matsuda opened one eyes and looked at Light. "You won't. Now that your closer, I have a better chance of accidentally kicking ypu." He chuckled.
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Light gasped, a poor mockery of shock.
"Kick me? You wouldn't resort to actual violence, Matsuda. I'm your colleague, after all."
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Matsuda bit back an amused giggle. "It would be self defense." He contradicted.Β
[ Oh God, I am getting real shippy vibes...I will never look at the show the same after this rp. XD ]
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[Right?? Scarring myself here haha]
"Of course, I could go for places that aren't your feet. Physiologically speaking, there are supposedly many sensitive areas of the human body with nerve clusters near the surface. You must be ticklish in other places. Just a thought."
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Matsuda squirmed away a little, grinning nervously. "But you won't do that...right?..."
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Light scooted just as much to follow like a lazy predator, not letting Matsuda put space between them.
"That depends. Are you going to help me be a more productive member of this team?"
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"I can't give you any information Light! It's confidential!" Matsuda whined, squirming away.
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Light took that as a cue to move in and place his hands on Matsuda's sides, gently, but effectively trapping him.
"Fighting KIRA is no joke, Matsuda. It's very important to me. Aren't you in this fight to win?"
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"Well, yeah...but I can't betray my outh! I had to promise to keep all this imformation a secret. Eeee! Lihihihght!" Matsuda squeaked when Light put hands on his sides.
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"You made an oath to catch Kira. To save the citizens you've sworn to defend. Isn't that worth upholding more than my father's rules?"
Light didn't miss the squeak. His gaze traveled down to his hands on Matsuda, and he gave his sides a few testing squeezes.
"I see I was correct."
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"EEEEHEHEHEHE!" Matsuda giggled loudly, trying to push Light's hands away. "DOHOHON'T!"
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He smiled softly and leaned in, emphasizing his grip on him, while his slender fingers played Matsuda's ribs like a piano.
"Don't what? You're very ticklish, Matsuda. How did you ever survive school? Do criminals know they can take you down with a well-placed grab?"
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"EEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! LIGHT NOHOHOHO!" Matsuda laughed harder, squirming at the teasing.
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His hands traveled north, kneading along Matsuda's sides. Despite his mischievous intent, he had the playfully intimate touch of someone deeply enjoying themselves, and it showed in his emerging smirk.
"What's wrong, Matsuda? Do you think catching KIRA is a joke? This is awfully unprofessional of you. If I ever told my father..."
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"NAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! STAHAHAHAHAP!" Squeaked Matsuda as he tried to push Light's hands away.
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All at once, Light stopped tickling, though his hands remained firmly in place on Matsuda's sides.
"You're not even saying words at this point. Haha...this would be very embarrassing for anyone to know about."
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Matsuda blushed and panted. "Cohohome on Light! Let mehehe go!"
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"Why should I? What's in it for me? Think critically."
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"Um...more coffee?" Matusda offered with a nervous giggle.
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Light raised an eyebrow disapprovingly.
"I made my own coffee. You really don't intend to let me in on the case, do you?"
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"I can't Light. I want to, but I really can't!" Matusuda squrimed.
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One fingers started idly scratching at Matsuda's side again.
"Apparently, you don't want to enough. How much convincing do you think it'll take?"
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"EEEEEE! Lihihihihihihihght!" Matsuda squeaked.
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And he stopped once more, laughing despite himself.
"I barely did anything! Come now, Matsuda. You can't be that sensitive."
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"You'd be wrong on that one Light." Matsuda chuckled through pants.
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"What would you do, to not have me tell the rest of our task force? I'm sure Aizawa would love to know something to make you cave."
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Matsuda thought a moment, sitting in silence. Suddenly he pushed forward, launching Light onto his back on the couch. The slightly older male pinned him, poking his stomach.
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Light's eyes widened with surprise as he fell back onto the cushion, and before he could get up, Matsuda was on top of him. For the first time that night, panic fluttered in his stomach. Sloppy; he'd let his guard down, and--
He felt the prod of fingers on his stomach, and his line of thought was interrupted by the urge to smile. He resisted it, staring up at Matsuda.
"Matsuda, get off...!"
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Matsuda curiously attacked Light's stomach with a barrage of pokes. "Gee Light, it feels like you still have a little baby fat. That's surprising, considering your in college."
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Light's plan of resistance was exponentially harder to maintain by the second. Each poke and prod fueled the infuriating urge to laugh, and he couldn't help but smile and squirm, trying to protect his stomach with his hands.
"I'm eighteen! Wait, Matsuda, don't touch there. Aha, wait!"
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Matsuda chuckled, grinning. "I see your ticklish too Light." He suddenly dug his wiggling fingers into Light's stomach.
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Instantly, Light squealed in ticklish surprise, struggling to push Matsuda's hands away.
"Wait, AHAHAHA! Matsuda, no, no, wait, plehehease! That tickles!"
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"That's the point Light." Matsuda rolled his eyes, enjoying having control over the genius. He sneaks his hands under Light's shirt, poking and prodding the bare skin of his belly.
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Light mentally berated himself. How could he let the situation slip out of control so quickly? And with Matsuda, no less? Each time he tried to think of a way out, Matsuda's shifting hands would distract him, leaving him with nothing but desperation to escape from the tickling digits. Instead of stopping however, Matsuda's hands went under his shirt, and Light yelped, his laughter spiking in pitch.
"EEE! Haha, ahaha, no! Not there! Matsuda! AHAHA! Please, this isn't fahahair!"
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"I think it is Light. You got me, so this is just some revenge." Matsuda actually smirked, his fingers now expertly wiggling up to Light's ribs. "Who's the sensitive one now?"
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Turning side to side under him, Light barked all manner of boyish laughter, knocking one pillow off the couch with his kicking.
"Please! Eheh! I was just playing! AhahAHAHA! I'm your junior colleague! This is abuhuhuse!"
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"All is fair in war Light." Matsuda shrugged, raking his blunt nails up and down Light's rib cage. "I've never seen you laugh like this. It's actually kinda scary."
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Light thought so too. He tried to rationalize the moment as fair reciprocal playfulness on the part of his coworker, but as he struggled and failed to get out from under Matsuda's weight, he was slowly becoming aware of just how powerless he was. The nail-raking didn't help, sending him into fits of laughter.
"HAHAHA! Please-- Matsuda! You know I was just playing, hahaha! I wasn't genuinely-- HAHA-- trying to make you do anything unethical!"
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"I know Light, but you still tickled me, so this is revenge." Matusda laughed, moving his fingers up to Light's underarms.
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Light's laughing transitioned into silly high-pitched guffaws even as he looked up at Matsuda in scandalized surprise, trying weakly to push Matsuda's hands out of his armpits.
"You can't be serioHOUS, AHAHAHAHA!"
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"I am Light, but your laughing. Are you making fun of me?" Matsuda teased as he tickled Light's armpits.
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Light roared with laughter. He felt like a child. All his scheming, and Matsuda had him giggling like a ten year old. Clearly he'd underestimated the team's junior member.
"Whahahat!? Nohoho! AHAHAhahaha! What do you WAHAHAHANT!?"
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"I WANT revenge, and I'm getting it." Matsuda said in an almost teasing manner, moving his fingers back down to Light's belly. One even wiggled in his belly button.
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Having Matsuda's fingers out of his underarms was a relief. Light glance down at where his hands went after with obvious anxiety, only to squeeze his eyes shut again with childish, almost lighthearted giggles.
"Revenge?! Hahaha, that's my stomach! HAHA-- Get of there, this is inappropriahahate!"
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"No one is here to see you Light, remember? There is not even any cameras." Matsuda chuckled, wiggling his finger deep into Light's belly button.
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He squealed, leaning up for a brief moment in ticklish glee as he endured Matsuda's finger invading his sensitive stomach.
"AHAHA, what's that supposed to mean!?"
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"It MEANS you can just sit back and take it." Matusda tickled his hips now.
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Matsuda squeezing his hips made him buck and try to sit up. His laughing was heartier now, a little less tortured and very much charismatic of the teenage boy he so commonly tried to divorce his image from.
"Aha, hahaha--! And why would I do that?!"
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