Harry positioned Sebastian by the bottom left bedpost, where he gently pressed his fingertips against Sebastian’s chest, nudging him back a little so that his spine rested against the wood of the post.

Sebastian unintentionally dropped his overtly confident exterior as Harry began to wrap the leash around the bedpost.

“I, I can’t believe you’re naked …” Sebastian gulped as the collar tightened around his neck “… Ack—this, this feels like a dream …” despite his sudden level of opening up, he had no real reservation in expressing his admiration and awe, after all, he currently stood inches opposite a nude celebrity he himself had been a huge fan of since he heard One Direction’s first ever song, “… Have you been into this sort of stuff for long?”

Sebastian did not really care how long Harry had developed a kink for tickling, nor did he care what Harry’s answer would be - he wanted to come across as polite, engaging, conversational - his way of trying to have some form of management within such an abnormal situation.

“Is that comfortable?” Harry asked, as he knotted the leash so that Sebastian’s neck was now pinned to the bedpost, his shoulders and the back of his head firmly pressed against the narrow column of wood.

Sebastian thought he would feel awkward after Harry had so brazenly ignored his question, instead he felt reassured - Harry’s choice to continue moving things along told Sebastian that Harry was here for one thing, and one thing only …

Sebastian tilted his head and pulled the collar below his adam’s apple, “I, I guess …” he tried to nod, but the collar was so tightly attached to the bedpost that he could only nudge his head forward an inch or so.

Harry dropped the feather onto the bed and then walked towards a tall varnished closet.

“Your performance in October was quite the show, Mr. Croft,” Harry pulled open the closet doors, “As soon as I saw your reaction to DiCaprio’s finger against your underarm, I knew I had to have you …”

Harry pulled out bundles of white rope, closing the closet doors behind him.

Sebastian gave up on trying to make the collar around his neck less tight; instead, he allowed his hands to dangle at his sides where he stood on tip toes, pinned into place by an extension of Harry that may as well have been an imaginary, muscular arm of the tickle monster that resided beneath Harry, a monster that had reached out and snatched Sebastian by the jaw, held him against the bedpost, where it would refuse to let him go.

“You erm, you don’t have to call me that,” Sebastian winced as the collar pinched into the side of his neck, the more he tried to move his face so that he could see everything Harry was doing, “Sss, Sebastian is fine, really … My, my friends call me Bash …” the leather of his collar squeaked as he watched Harry drop the bundles of rope onto the bedsheets.

Harry made his way back to Sebastian, positioning himself in a firm stand opposite his ticklee.

Sebastian’s heart sank as Harry said three words that enforced a powerful reality check Sebastian was not aware he needed, until the words left Harry’s mouth.

“… We’re not friends,” Harry said.

The leather of Sebastian’s collar squeaked once again as Sebastian tried to turn his head away from Harry. Such a squeaking noise reminded Sebastian of a mouse, and the mouse reminded Sebastian of all the things he was right now, compared to Harry; small, weak, overpowered, fun to toy with and above all else … Easily squashed.

Sebastian decided to take a risk and transform from a mouse to a cat, where he pounced into Harry’s brutal honesty by questioning those three words; he pushed away doubt and even chose to add a personal touch between he and his tickler, by including Harry’s name within his query.

“What are we then, Harry?” He asked.

Sebastian felt a flood of self assurance return to the depths of his chest as he watched Harry’s cheeks flush pink; he seemed flustered, a little taken back, somewhat surprised that Sebastian had decided to be so intimate this early in the game.

Sebastian bit his lower lip and tried to contain an excited smile as he watched Harry’s mouth move.

“This …” Harry began to approach Sebastian, “… What we do today …” he picked at the hem of Sebastian’s roll neck sweater, “… It’s more than friends …”

Sebastian’s eyes shot down to his lower torso as Harry began to peel the wool material of his sweater up and over his stomach.

“Oh?”

Harry took in Sebastian’s navel, the thin trail of hair travelling from its delve, down to the waist band of his jeans, the softness of his olive skin …

“It’s relentless—” Harry unclipped Sebastian’s over the shoulder bag, allowing it to fall to the carpet, the pouch popping open, his pack of gum, purse and loose change scattering out across the floor, “It’s merciless—” he continued to peel Sebastian’s roll neck upward, the material now gathering above his nipples, “It will change you forever and you’ll never forget it …”

Sebastian ducked as Harry pulled the sweater over his head, tucking it neatly behind his neck, “… When you’re old, when you can’t move or talk, when you’ve forgotten loved ones and memories of your youth … You will still remember this day,” Harry whispered.

Sebastian felt goosebumps arrive around his sides as his upper body became willingly presented - his chest, his hips and waist, the the plump flesh of his nipples now all on show - thanks to Harry’s delicate and expert part-removal of his sweater.

Harry acknowledged a rigidness in Sebastian’s stance, a fast blinking and bewildered expression washing over his face …

Harry took hold of Sebastian’s wrists.

“Something the matter?”

Sebastian’s jaw dropped as Harry swiftly lifted his arms above his head.

“—Mnn—”, Sebastian gasped, “—It’s, it’s just,” he huffed as he became increasingly aware of how exposed his armpits had become, the thick brown curls of his underarm hair sprouting out from the roll neck material gathered behind his neck and around his shoulders, “… N, nothing. Don’t worry …”

Harry watched reservation pull Sebastian’s moment of vulnerability back into the shadows.

Harry squeezed his grip over Sebastian’s wrists, wrists now pinned tightly to the top of the bedpost.

“… It’s just what? …” Harry urged.

Sebastian already stood on tip toes, but with his wrists lifted so high, he now found himself in an almost ballerina-esque stance.

“Mnn!” Sebastian wanted to get his declaration out quickly, he wanted it over and done with, so he spoke hard and fast as Harry glared into his chest, “—That was one of the most incredible things anyone has ever said to me!—” Sebastian panted.

Only the mouse-like squeak of leather from Sebastian’s collar filled the bedroom as both young men stared at each other in silence.

Sebastian’s eyes widened as Harry moved his mouth towards Sebastian’s neck.

“I’m new to this too,” Harry purred into the warmth of Sebastian’s skin, “You’ll have to bear with me …”

Sebastian arched his back and giggled into the top of Harry’s head as Harry took his murmuring mouth and began to sniff and kiss at Sebastian’s left underarm.

“Oh! Haha, erm, oh!” Sebastian squirmed to the right, “Sss, sss—”, but the collar attached to the bedpost, as well as Harry’s grip over his wrists, permitted him from moving far, “—Sss, sorry if they’re a little sweaty!—”

Harry enjoyed the waft of faint body odour that left Sebastian’s left underarm; it made that part of his body feel all the more real, it gave it character, substance and taste …

As Harry breathed in Sebastian’s pit, he had to hold onto his upper body to keep him still; he let go of his wrists and then he planted both of his hands over Sebastian’s chest, his palms landing on something sharp.

Like a feasting wolf, Harry’s short attention span was pulled to the erect shape and feel of Sebastian’s nipples.

Harry lifted his hands and eyed each nipple, his eyes narrowing to the right one as Sebastian tried to pull his torso inwards.

“Oi, no … They’re off limits,” Sebastian warned.

Harry smirked.

“… No where is off limits,” he grinned.

He then pursed his lips and moved his head towards Sebastian’s chest, where he began to lick, nibble and suck on Sebastian’s right nipple.

Sebastian automatically grabbed hold of Harry’s shoulders, “Ah! Oooh!” He lifted his left knee and jolted forwards, “Ahh! Ahh! Ahah!” He gasped, using the strength in his arms to shove Harry back, but Harry forced his weight against Sebastian’s torso, his tongue circling Sebastian’s right nipple with slimy, aggressive strength, “Ssssss—” Sebastian became overwhelmed with how ticklish it felt, to have his nipples licked and chewed upon so suddenly, so relentlessly, that he had no choice but to use both knees in an attempt to kick and push Harry away, “—Sssstop!—” Sebastian winced.

Harry stopped.

He lifted his head and looked at Sebastian, a cheshire grin showcasing his bright white teeth as he sucked up some dribble.

“Stop? …”

Sebastian closed his eyes and rested the back of his head against the bedpost, his left hand rubbing away the itchiness tingling over his right nipple.

“You’re getting your money’s worth,” Sebastian muttered, “I’m … I’m pretty ticklish.”

Harry clenched his teeth as he dropped his green eyed gaze over Sebastian’s lips, his voice husky and deep, as if he were now hypnotised by Sebastian’s intense level of sensitivity.

“Say that again.”

Sebastian adjusted his shoulder blades against the surface of the bedpost.

“I’m … Pretty ticklish …” he smirked, knowing all too well what such an announcement would do to a person with such a fearsome fetish.

Harry’s nostrils flared as he breathed in Sebastian’s words, using them as fuel for an already crackling fire.

He moved in closer to Sebastian, his hands returning to Sebastian’s wrists where he lifted his arms back over his head.

“These stay up here,” Harry ordered, “Drop them, and I move onto your feet …”

Sebastian raised both eyebrows and tutted.

“Tsk! That’s impossible!” He chuckled, “You’ll have to tie them in place …” he flirted.

Once again, Harry felt that nudge of arousal thicken a muscle now standing to full attention.

“… And you’ll have to find the energy you had at Halloween, and do your best …” Harry urged.

Sebastian breathed in slowly and nodded just once, some chunks of hair falling over either side of his face.

Harry let go of Sebastian’s wrists.

Sebastian kept his arms above him, his fingers flexing towards the bedroom ceiling.

Harry sucked gently on the fingers of his left hand where he then sucked gently on the fingers of his right hand, never for a second taking his eyes off Sebastian’s face.

He then shaped his hands into claws.

He threw them towards Sebastian’s underarms, causing Sebastian to wince, bend his elbows slightly and squeeze his eyes shut …

… However, no impact took place.

Sebastian peeled his left eye open.

He glanced down at Harry’s fingers, which were now inches away from each pit.

Harry began to slowly wiggle his fingers, the light from the windows reflecting off of his many gold rings, his bright mint green fingernails eye catching and distracting …

Sebastian shot looks of alarm down to his right armpit and then down to his left.

“Mnn, oh god!”

Harry took his time in arriving at each furry pit, his fingertips never fully combing over the curls of underarm hair, causing Sebastian to clench his hands into trembling fists, his feet anxiously stomping over the carpet.

“Oh, please!” Sebastian cried, “Do it, just do it, bloody hell!” He spat.

Harry narrowed his eyes in focus as he finally nudged all ten of his fingers into both of Sebastian’s armpits, their tickle taking place in the form of a gentle, teasing stroke.

Sebastian yelped with such strength his throat swelled, causing his cry to be caught behind the leather collar, “—AGHK!—” his elbows bent once again, teasing the suggestion of an arm drop, but he forced his hands high above him with determined focus, “—Oh, oh my god—!” Sebastian’s body jolted away from the banister, but his form was kept in place thanks to the leash so tightly looped around the column of wood, “—Ha! Ha! Harry!—”, Sebastian lifted and dropped his shoulders in a dire wiggle as Harry continued to ever so gently comb and stroke through Sebastian’s armpit hair; a subtle movement that was still enough to feel like torture for Sebastian, who could barely stand having his underarms sniffed upon, let alone touched, “—O, okay, o, okay, o, okay!—-”

—Sebastian dropped his arms after just seven seconds of armpit tickling, with a simple thought in his mind;

I can take it on my feet.

He grabbed at Harry’s hands and entwined his fingers between the pop stars, where both young men clamped their palms together in a passionate grip.

“—Graggh!—” Sebastian pushed Harry’s hands away from his torso, where Harry then tore his own hands free and took two stumbled steps back, wiping his mouth with one hand whilst using his other to smear strands of hair away from his face.

Huff, huff, huff …

“That was unbearable for you, wasn’t it … ” Harry’s question arrived in the form of a statement.

Sebastian shook his head as he tucked his hands into his armpits.

“You … Aren’t afraid of me going to town on your feet … ” Harry enquired, his eyebrows raising.

Sebastian shook his head once again, his hands now holding onto the collar around his neck.

Harry pursed his lips, his curiosity lifting.

“… Why?”

Sebastian shifted his eyes from left to right.

“Well, un, unless you’ve got two goats hidden in the bathroom, I’m … I’m not so worried …” he chuckled.

Harry scratched the tip of his nose.

He stepped closer to Sebastian and began to unbuckle the collar.

Sebastian swallowed as he felt the leather around his neck loosen.

Harry then untied the leash and released Sebastian from the post.

As Sebastian fell forwards, Harry caught him, timing the drop of his weight perfectly so that his mouth could arrive back at Sebastian’s left ear.

“… I’m far worse than a few goats … ” he warned.

In an attempt to stop himself from stroking his own arousal, Harry slid into a tight pair of Calvin Klein briefs.

For now, his growing manhood sat snug and contained behind a thin layer of clean white cotton.

Sebastian had unintentionally never arrived within Harry’s radar.

The young actor was not a house hold name, he was not internationally famous, his face did not grace the cover of magazines around the world.

Only during the Halloween Event did Harry become ‘aware’ of not only Sebastian’s intense level of ticklishness and his overall identity, but of his level of attractiveness also.

As Sebastian began to peel away his roll neck, doing so only because Harry had ordered it, Harry stood with his arms folded and his gaze fixed on Sebastian’s lower spine.

The boy had sensational skin.

The flesh looked olive in colour but pale when the light hit it with a certain vibrancy.

He was skinny but toned, all the right amount of curves gathered at his hips and chest, the roll neck material now pulled up over his head …

A quick flash of the armpits Harry had just toyed with, and then suddenly, the roll neck was on the floor and Sebastian was making his way, still booted and dressed in white jeans, towards the large double bed, doing all of the things Harry had politely asked him to do.

He crawled onto the mattress and then lay down on his back, crossing his legs casually at the ankle, tucking his hands behind his head as if ready to take a lengthy, well deserved nap.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you …” Harry purred, his bare feet walking softly and quietly over the carpet as he approached the bed.

Sebastian chuckled, “… Beats Playstation with Joe,” he glanced over to the bundles of rope sitting beside his feet, “That for me?” He asked playfully, knowing all too well that of course, it was for him.

Harry picked up one end of one length of rope and then held onto Sebastian’s right ankle.

“You’re cheeky …” Harry smirked, his Manchester accent lifting in tone, suggesting how impressed he was, “ … I like how confident you are. It’ll make it more exciting, for when I break you …”

Sebastian could not help but allow a fierce splay of determination wash over his face, “… Pfft. I’d like to see you try …”

Harry lifted Sebastian’s right leg so that his knee bent, “You ever heard the saying ‘be careful what you wish for’ …?” Harry then took Sebastian’s right hand and positioned it over his right ankle, “I’ll need you to hold onto both of your ankles, with your feet in the air …” He snickered, stretching out the individual lengths of rope, “Imagine I’m the doctor and you’re the patient … You’re about to go through an anal examination …”

Sebastian chuckled into his bare chest, “Oh! Al, alright …” he held onto both of his ankles, his fingers curling around the white sock poking out of his leather boots, his knees bending, the denim around his thighs pressing up against his stomach and chest, “—Mnn—” the position made him slip further down the bed as Harry started to tie each wrist to each ankle, “Is, is that what you’re doing to do, Mr. Styles? Examine me …?”

“You could say that …” Harry knotted the final knot and then gathered some of the excess pillows surrounding Sebastian around his ticklee, securing him in a make-shift den of red velvet and cushioned luxury, “… You know, you don’t have to be a cocky sod all the time,” Harry informed, “You can appear weak, if that’s how you really feel …” Harry picked up the feather and held it between his thumb and index finger, “… I won’t judge you,” he promised.

Sebastian curled his toes within the confines of his socks and leather boots, his butt now facing the window on the other side of the room, his back firmly planted against the surface of the bed, his feet in the air, his knees bent, his wrists secured to each ankle.

“You’re wasting time, Mr. Styles …” Sebastian struggled to contain his smile, his teeth clenching, “… How are you going to tickle my feet if my boots are still—”

Sebastian’s eyelashes fluttered shut as Harry knelt down beside Sebastian, reached forwards and then ever so gently trailed the tip of the feather across Sebastian’s forehead, silencing the twenty two year old momentarily.

“—Stop calling me that …” Harry spoke in a deep whisper, “… No matter how hard you try to reassure me, and yourself, that you’re in control … You aren’t …” Harry journeyed the feather over the bridge of Sebastian’s long nose, where it remained at the tip, “… I am …” Harry reminded.

Sebastian wriggled his nose and squeezed his eyes shut harder.

“I’m just … Be … Be … Being …”

Harry smiled as he watched Sebastian expel a heavy sneeze.

“… Ah-choo!—”

Harry did not hide his face or dodge the exit of spray that left Sebastian’s nose and mouth with such force - after all, in the coming hours they would exchange a large amount of bodily fluids in the form of the sweat produced throughout such an exertion - instead he simply allowed Sebastian to sniff and wipe his face across his shoulder, where he laid his head back over the pillow and glanced up at Harry with a look that said, ‘sorry about that’ …

“Bless you,” Harry bit his upper lip and returned the feather to Sebastian’s face.

Sebastian twisted his head to the left as the feather arrived at his lips.

“Cheers…” he blew at the feather as soon as its edge slid across his lower lip - a highly sensitive sensation to say the least, “… Pfft!—” He twisted his head to the right as Harry dragged the feather across his mouth, “Mnn! Pfft, nnn!—” Sebastian pressed his lips shut and twisted his head back to the left, his heavy chunks of dark blonde hair flaying as he did so, “My lips aren’t, t, ticklish!—” Sebastian found himself twisting his head to the right once again, then back to the left, then over to the right once more, as Harry continued to stroke the feather across his mouth, “—Get off!—”

Harry chuckled to himself, “They seem pretty ticklish to me,” however, as much as he knew toying with Sebastian’s lips for another ten minutes would be a joy to behold, he had other areas he wanted to exploit with greater admiration, so, without hesitation he took the feather away from Sebastian’s lips and slid it down over his neck, past his collar bone and towards his chest.

Sebastian threw his head forwards as he watched the feather arrive at his nipples.

“No, not the nipples, not again—” Sebastian protested almost immediately, “They’re too sensitive!—” He spat, his shoulders wiggling automatically as Harry slid the feather over Sebastian’s left nipple, transforming the tiny, fleshy hill into a rigid and erect pin point in a matter of seconds, “Oh! Oh come on!—” He kicked his feet, an act that took his arms along with each kick, where he then blew at the feather once again, as if the puffs of air leaving his mouth were strong enough to blow the feather out of Harry’s grasp, “Oh, wait a minute, ease me in, Harry!”

Harry enjoyed how he had started this moment of the session without any introduction; he had tied Sebastian in place and, disregarding any prior discussion, he had just started to stroke his face and nipples with the feather, reducing Sebastian into a giggling, breathless shambles whether Sebastian was ready for it or not - a clear and concise reminder, once again, that Sebastian was the dominated in this scenario, not the dominator …

“I am easing you in,” Harry began circling Sebastian’s right nipple with the feather, “Not easing you in would be throwing you in at the deep end, and the deep end is a little later …”

Sebastian giggled into his chest as he watched the feather harden his nipple; goosebumps arrived over his collarbone, his fingers flexed and his booted feet kicked - he had no idea that his nipples could feel so ticklish thanks to the simple stroke of the feather, but here he was learning something knew, feeling something unfelt, enduring something he had no idea would feel so irritating, so pleasurable, so torturous, all at the same time …

Sebastian huffed as the feather left his nipple and landed over the surface of a nearby pillow.

“What is it with you lot and feathers …” Sebastian shook some hair away from his eyes and wriggled his nose.

Harry held onto Sebastian’s right boot and began to tug it away from his socked foot, “Newsflash, Bash, feathers are quite effective when it comes to tickling, didn’t you know? …” Sarcasm saturated his voice as Sebastian’s boot left his heel, “… I personally think the feather is lovely touch, seeing as one featured so heavily in your last session …” Harry began to peel the boot away, inch by inch, ever so slowly revealing the socked expanse of Sebastian’s right sole, “… That’s why it’s my tickle tool this time. At Halloween you watched the feather float around and scribble bollocks down all evening … You endured all sorts of tools, from toothbrushes to goats teeth … Now it’s time you experience what the feather is capable of, when it comes to being used on you … “, Harry removed Sebastian’s right boot.

Sebastian’s toes curled into a scrunch behind the socked cotton, “I, I mean, I get what you’re saying …” he watched Harry begin to tug at his left boot, “But it is just a feather … I doubt it’ll be worse than the goats …” Sebastian scoffed, his left foot now socked and exposed as Harry pulled his boot away, “… That was pretty mind blowing, I’ll be honest with you.”

Harry took both of Sebastian’s boots and dropped them over the side of the bed, “Never underestimate anything,” Harry spoke out one of his favourite quotes as he moved his face towards Sebastian’s left sole, “It is the most dangerous form of arrogance …” he breathed in the smell, his nostrils flaring against the socked cotton covering the bottom of Sebastian’s left foot, his nose taking in the scent; moist, damp, clean yet fruity …

Sebastian bit his upper lip as his foot twitched under Harry’s sniff.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed, “My … Feet don’t really smell. If you wanted that you should’ve hired Kit C—”

—Harry began to pick the sock out from under the rope tied around Sebastian’s left ankle, “I have no interest in him. He looks like a grown up toddler …” he pulled at the sock and started to remove it from Sebastian’s left foot, “… I prefer my men … Hairy …”

Sebastian felt a sense of dread rest over his chest as his foot became bare; no longer was it protected by the leather of his boot or the thick cotton of his sock - instead, it hung in the air completely naked and exposed, ready for Harry to do whatever he wanted with it.

“Oh, I’m hairy—” Sebastian chuckled, “—Just wait till you get to my legs. You’ll feel like you’re in forest. I once had to get them waxed for a role and believe you me, my god did it hurt, I almost screamed the—”

—Harry cupped his hand around Sebastian’s mouth.

Sebastian’s eyes widened as they crossed down to Harry’s hand clasped over his lips, “—Mnn!”

“You … Talk a lot …” Harry whispered, “… How about we hear you laugh instead?”

Sebastian nodded slowly as Harry’s hand slid away from his lower jaw.

Harry held onto Sebastian’s left ankle with one hand, his other hand shaping into a claw, where all five of his fingertips teased impact over Sebastian’s bare left sole.

“From here on out, it’s going to get quite … Intense …” Harry warned, his fingers landing gently over the bottom of Sebastian’s left foot.

Sebastian jolted, a large chunk of air sucked through his lips as he bent both knees in alarm.

“I, I can take it …” Sebastian grinned, his toes flexing as Harry began to stroke at the arch of his foot.

“You … Won’t be able to take it …” Harry’s fingers travelled down to Sebastian’s heel, “That’s why I’m introducing a safe word …”

Sebastian’s foot twisted to the right, his left leg kicking outward, “I, I won’t use it,” he enjoyed toying with Harry, knocking back his suggestions and demands as if they were base balls and his defiance were a wooden bat, “—I won’t use it—” he repeated, his foot twisting once again as Harry journeyed his touch up towards Sebastian’s toes.

“Oh, you’ll use it …” Harry urged, “… And when you do, it means one thing …” Harry finished his tease by pinching Sebastian’s left big toe, “… We do this again.”

A beat of silence filled the room as Sebastian lay breathing through his nose, his left big toe snug between Harry’s index finger and thumb.

“What if …” Sebastian curled the toes of his still socked right foot, “… What if I want to do this again?” He spoke carefully.

Harry blinked.

As he took in the sight of Sebastian squashed into the bedding and pillows inches away from him, eager, keen, excited and willing to submit to all of the breathless moments he would soon face, Harry realised that he himself had done the one thing he had accused Sebastian of doing only two minutes ago; he had underestimated.

No matter how hard Harry tickled Sebastian, it would be likely that Sebastian would not hold off on shouting out a safe word, if it meant getting the chance to be tickle tortured by Harry again in the near future; a circumstance most ticklee’s would be keen to avoid, however Sebastian seemed genuinely interested in exploring the idea.

“You haven’t seen what I can do …” Harry let go of Sebastian’s left big toe and then started to remove his right sock, “… You might not be so thirsty for more, after what I put you through …” a strong tug, and then a second and then a third meant Sebastian’s sock left his heel and then the second half of his foot rather swiftly, exposing the perfectly shaped size nine and a half for Harry to lay his eyes over, “… Don’t let your self assuredness trick you into thinking you’re a tough guy …”

Sebastian curled all ten of his toes, both of his feet now stripped of protection.

“I am a tough guy …” Sebastian paused in speaking as a police siren echoed through the London streets below, before passing into the depths of the morning traffic, “… I’m stronger than I look.”

Harry picked up the feather.

“Hm. Okay, big man …” he twirled the feather in its hold, taking in the neutral colours that made up its body and the sharp blades that made up its edges, “… Here’s the deal: you say your safe word and we don’t do this again …”

Sebastian pursed his lips and cocked an eyebrow.

“Now that is a challenge,” he grinned.

Harry took the feather with one hand and, using his other hand, pulled apart Sebastian’s right big toe and right index toe.

“Your safe word is exactly that, ‘safword’ … ” Harry teased, his eyes narrowing in focus as he placed the feather in the space between Sebastian’s big and index toe, “… Say it and we stop. Today will forever be the first and only time we do this.”

Sebastian winced as the feather pulled between his toes, “Fffft! Wait, wait, so, if it gets too much and I, I need to say it, I can’t …” his toes scrunched as the feather continued its drag, “Be, because, I really do what to do this again …”

Harry held onto Sebastian’s right ankle, keeping his foot still in the air as he continued to slide the feather between his toes, this time taking the feather to Sebastian’s right little toe and the one beside that.

“Why? Because you enjoy being tickled?” Harry had to tighten his hold over Sebastian’s right ankle, as Sebastian kicked his leg out with a little more force than expected, “Or because you enjoy being tickled by me?”

Sebastian threw his head over the pillow as his right foot tried to twist away from the feather - he wanted to shout out this new revelation in his mind, this horrifying realisation that the feather was far more ticklish than he expected, but he instead chose to contain air between his cheeks and scowl at the bedroom ceiling, his feet flexing and squirming in the air as he giggled through his nose.

Harry slid the feather away from Sebastian’s toes and dragged it down the sole of his right foot, “… Answer me …” he pressed.

Sebastian blew the air out of his cheeks, “—Pppfffttttttt! Al, alright! I, I hate being tickled—” he reached forwards, his hands desperate to catch at the feather, but with his wrists bound to his ankles, all he could do was wiggle his fingers in the air, “I, I just like the idea of hanging out with someone like y—”

“—Liar—” Harry chuckled to himself as he took the feather over to Sebastian’s left foot, “—You don’t even know me. You just know the Harry you see in music videos and at awards shows …” he slid the feather across the base of Sebastian’s left big toe, “… You just want more of what I can give you …” Harry grinned as he watched Sebastian try to catch the feather by scrunching up his toes, “… The cheekiness, the cockiness, the arrogance, I can allow you to be those things, Bash … But selfish … ?” Harry held onto Sebastian’s left ankle and then started to flutter the feather across his left sole, “… Hm, I think being selfish is not allowed …”

“No!” Sebastian’s left foot twisted away from the feather, all five of his toes curling into a protective clench as his fingers flexed into a manic splay, “You’ve, you’ve got the wrong idea!—” he growled, biting his upper lip as he tried to throw himself to the left, his entire body shuffling across the sheets as the feather fluttered across his sole, from toe to heel, heel to toe, toe to heel and then back again, “O, okay, al, alright, you can stop with the feather now!” He kicked his left leg hard, not just once, but twice, three times, a fourth time, “Use something else!—” he spoke in a demanding spit, the intensity of his words expelled with such frustration that he hoped Harry would listen up and do as he asked.

“What’s wrong, Bash?” Harry gathered Sebastian’s left ankle under his pit, securing it in a firm armlock, his back now facing his ticklee, “I thought it was ‘just a feather’ …?” He then stroked and fluttered the feather across Sebastian’s left sole, focusing on his arch and the base of his toes, all the time watching Sebastians left foot writhe and twist around his chest, his toes either curling into a point or flexing into a panicked stretch.

Sebastian bounced his head over the pillow, his right foot doing its best at nudging against Harry’s shoulder, his right sole pressing against Harry’s spine in an attempt to kick him away.

“Come, come on!—” Sebastian ran his tongue over the roof of his mouth as his eyes bulged out of his head, “—That’s enough, stop it, alright! Harry! Use, use something else, come on, quit it—” he repeated, no giggles of laughter, shouts or cries leaving his mouth just yet, his body thrusting and kicking in disbelief as he took on the feather’s glide and stroke between his curling toes, toes that were now starting to ache due to the amount of squirming they had acted out under the sharpness of the feathers edge, “—Are, are you ticklish? Huh? Huh! Do you like having crap like this done to you?” Sebastian arched his back and bounced to the right, before arching his back again where he then bounced to the left, the bed shaking under his weight - he had no real desire in hearing Harry’s answer to his question, he was just trying to get Harry to stop tickling him, where he hoped Harry would pause for thought and turn to face him, answer politely, engage in some form of conversation …

… However, Harry had no intentions in chatting, instead he simply shut down Sebastian’s enquiry by saying, “This is about you, not me,” the feather now wiggling at a high speed stroke across the arch of Sebastian’s left sole.

Sebastian had never felt a sensation quite like this; after his time at Halloween, where he had endured the buzz of electric toothbrushes, the aggression of fingers, the sharp invasiveness of goats teeth, he now found himself overwhelmed and flustered by just a feather, the one tool he had rolled his eyes at when Harry had introduced it at the start of the morning.

It had laid there, on the coffee table, its shape and structure soft, unthreatening, harmless; and now it sat pinched between Harry’s index finger and thumb, its tip twirling and stroking against Sebastian’s left arch, causing such a level of extreme ticklishness at the bottom of Sebastian’s foot that Sebastian became consumed with gut wrenching hysteria.

He had so far successfully contained any expel of laughter, feeling the need to swap it for determined calls and desperate banter, however the feather and its repetitive presence across the sole of his left foot caused him to tumble out of any attempt to maintain pride, where he instead found himself giggling breathlessly, his knees now pulling in so hard that they pressed firmly against each nipple.

“—Ha, Hahahaha Harry!—” Sebastian wheezed between each giggle, “—Ha! Hahah! Hahahaha! Hahahaha Harry!—” He could not quite believe how little of the feather he could take, “—Hahaha! Hahahah! Hahahaha! Hahahaah! Hahaha Harry!—” He yelped out Harry’s name for a third time, unable to speak much more, due to the amount of giggles caught between his throat, “—O, o, oh my god! Enough with the feather! It’s unbearable, Harry!—” He giggled Harry’s name a fourth time, his toes wiggling beneath the feather as it slid and dragged through their betweens, “—Use something else, please!—” He admitted, his giggles now so forcefully taken from him that he found it hard to suck in air, “—I can’t take it!—” He declared, the feather exploring his toes unapologetically, reducing Sebastian to a pink cheeked, squirming state, his legs and feet kicking out as hard as they could, his right foot nudging and pressing against Harry’s shoulders, his back, his head, anywhere he could to try and force Harry away from him, “—Oh god, get the bloody goats back, I swear to god!—”

Harry reminded Sebastian of his own words once again as he decided to do something about Sebastians irritating right foot, as it kept stomping against his back relentlessly, “Remember, Bash, it’s just a feather …” where he then took both of Sebastian’s ankles and gathered them in a secure armlock, his soles now facing the window on the other side of the room, the morning light illuminating the bottoms of Sebastian’s silky smooth soles a bright, milky white.

Sebastian huffed and panted, his knees now pressed together, his wrists still tied around each ankle, the bottoms of his legs disappearing under Harry’s armpit, both of his feet now entirely removed from his own view.

“Oh no!” Sebastian tried to pull his feet free, “Oh, oh no! Not both, not at the same t—” he threw his head forwards in shock as soon as he felt the feather scrape across his left and right soles at the same time, his feet scrunching into each other, his toes clamping up, “Nuh-uh, nope, no way,” Sebastian shook his head as a thin layer of sweat began to develop over his upper lip, “—This, this is another level, Harry, this is …” he raised his eyebrows and widened his eyes, “… This is ridiculous!—” he screamed, his grin tight and splayed, his giggles non stop and fierce, his throat dry and coarse, “—What are you doing!—” he began to roll across the bedsheets, “—What are you doing!—” he could not compartmentalise the extreme level of ultra ticklishness created by a medium sized seagull feather fluttering across the bottoms of his feet, his body rolling to the other side, Harry’s armlock around his ankles keeping his ticklee securely in place, “—This is bloody ridiculous!—” Sebastian repeated in a high pitched yell.

It was at this stage where Sebastian realised how trapped he was; during his time in the throne at Halloween, Sebastian had tricked his mind into thinking the entire thing was a set up, a production, an act he had to follow - of course, he was tickled beyond belief and found it hard to even understand his predicament during that eventful evening - but right here, right now, on this bed with his ankles so securely snug within Harry’s armpit and with both bare feet victim to the glide, flutter and stroke of a feather, Sebastian found himself immediately coming to terms with the fact that this was tickle torment, this is what people like Harry lived for, this was the uncontrollable urge to escape, the need to make it stop, the want for the feather to just disappear into thin air … This was something he could not get out of, even if he tried.

And try he did!

Sebastian grunted and heaved, “—Graghh! Huhh! Graghh! Agh haha!—”, he giggled so hard that dribble had formed at either side of his mouth, “—Graghh! Oh! Oh! O, o, please!—”, his fingers clawed at Harry’s skin, “—Grrr! Please! Oh, hahaha! Hahaha! Harry!—”, he growled and flexed his feet with such might that his ankles had begun to throb, “—Gragh! The fea, the feath, agh! I, I can’t!—”, he found his soles creasing into themselves any time the feather brushed past the silky, regrettably soft expanse of each arch, “—Oh! Oh no, oh no! Hahaha! Hahaha! Hahahaha! Harry!—”, his moment of realisation made him understand that begging would do nothing to help - all he could do was expel his level of ticklishness in the form of senseless, high pitched giggling, his mind almost turning against him in the form of a different version of himself …

… An angrier version, a resentful version, a version that hovered above him like some smug, untied ghost, a version that folded their arms across their chest and looked down at Bash, at his dire circumstance, where he whined, “—What are we like? We thought we could take it on our feet! We had no idea he’d pull out a feather, did we? We thought he’d use fingers or a toothbrush, the stuff we handled last time! Serves us right for being such ignorant little so and so’s—”, Sebastian interrupted this ‘other version’ staring right back at him by screaming out the words, “—OH! OH STOP!—” as soon as he felt something highly invasive and ultra sharp draw a mind blowing line down the arch of his right foot.

Sebastian’s body erupted into a spasm of thrashes, punches and kicks as Harry flipped the feather and chose to use the quill end over the bottoms of his feet, “—Oh! Oh, stop, please! Not that, that’s too much!—”, where he drew circles, triangles and even the letter ‘S’ across Sebastian’s soles, “—Oh god, hahahah! Hahahah! Gragh! Gragh! Grahah! Hahaha! Harry!—”, never staying on the left one for too long, always jumping over to the right and then back to the left, and so fourth, “—Please, oh, please, stop! My stomach hurts! My stomach hurts! Oh, I, I can’t breathe!—”, transforming Sebastian into an angry and fiercely frustrated young man who had never had such a ultra ticklish sensation take place over such a highly sensitive part of his body before.

“This has taken you by surprise, hasn’t it, Bash?” Harry asked breathlessly, the muscles in his arms and shoulders doing such great work at keeping Sebastian’s feet contained within his armlock that Harry himself had started to break a sweat, “How does it feel, to have the pointy end do the job?” Harry grunted as he was thrown back and fourth by Sebastian’s rampant kicks, his howls of laughter causing his ears to ring, "Which is worse? The nib …” Harry scribbled the quill across the heel of Sebastian’s squirming right sole, his ticklee’s giggles taken to a high pitched squeal as he did so, “… Or the soft part?” Harry flipped the feather once again and dragged the soft yet sharp, blade-like edges of the feather between the scrunched up toes of Sebastian’s left foot.

Sebastian threw his torso forwards and backwards, forwards and backwards, forwards and backwards, as if he were acting out some form of sit-up exercise, “—Ah! Ahahah! Ahahah! Grahh! Grahhh! They’re both awh, awh, awh, awful!—” he declared, his abs burning up by how constantly he kept trying to leap towards Harry in an attempt to bite at his back or the sides of his arms, “—Oh, I’m literally, honestly losing my mind—”, Sebastian announced, his eyes watering, his thick bushy brows lifting, his cheeks now boiling a soft pink, “—I, I can barely see! Oh, ahahaha! I’m begging you, alright! Is that what you want! Pl, please, enough with the feather!—” he spat.

Within this giant hotel in the heart of a bustling London, the idea of two young individuals partaking in tickle-play on this giant double bed may seem other worldly to any standard passer by, but for Harry this was his ultimate joy, his most perfect way to have fun, and above all else, it would stand to be his legacy; he did not care if he were not remembered for his albums, his number one singles, his tours or his acting roles, all he wanted was for the many ticklers within The House of White Feathers before him, and the many ticklers after, to see him as a God.

“Enough with the feather!” Sebastian cried.

“—Enough with the feather, enough with the feather, enough with the feather!—”

The throbbing muscle wedged beneath Harry’s briefs was so thick with arousal after hearing, feeling and seeing Sebastian become so shocked and alarmed by the power of the feather, that he had to delve in deeper within Sebastian’s psyche, where he would claw out more details that he knew would continue to send pleasurable shivers up and down his glistening spine.

“You’re loosing your mind, huh?” Harry began to nibble and suck on Sebastian’s left big toe as he used the feather to flutter and flick across the arch of Sebastian’s right sole, “You can barely see, huh?” Harry sounded ravenous, now speaking with a mouthful of ticklish toes as he continued to tighten his armlock and tickle Sebastian’s soles with the softer tip of the feather, Sebastian’s feet now constantly curling, scrunching, flexing and kicking beside each other, the bottoms of them picking up a thick sweat, “Beg me harder, Bash,” Harry urged, some saliva leaving his mouth where it landed over Sebastian’s right heel, “Beg me to tickle you with anything but this feather …”

Sebastian did not hesitate - his eyes widened with such strength that the whites of their shape almost glowed, his eyebrows lifting with such force that lines creased his forehead, his enthusiasm and determination to do as he had been asked never for one second remaining behind his lips as he took a deep breath and began to beg the hardest he had begged yet.

“—Pleeeeeeease, Harry!—”, he whined, “—I can’t stand it! Grah! Grahahah! Agh! Ahahahah! Ah! It’s too mu-huhuh-huhuhuh-hahahaha-hahahaha-ch! I’m, I’m begging you! Use something else!” He yelped, his voice grainy and deep, “Ow! Oh! Ow! My stomach! My toes! Get off of me!—” Sebastian winced and hissed, giggled and heaved, his mind unable to cope with the sudden nips from Harry’s teeth alongside the slurps from his tongue and then the invasiveness of the feathers quill as it suddenly stopped feeling soft, then suddenly sharp, as the nib drew circles over the pads of his toes, “—I’m gonna pass out! I can’t breathe! You’re killing me! It’s too ticklish, Harry! Use something else, I’m begging you!—”

Listening to Sebastian exclaim such intimate and honest details about both his mental and physical state regarding his torment under the feather gave Harry additional energy, as if Sebastian’s declaration of his weakness was some form of power-source that surged into Harry’s veins where it made them glow yellow, his eyes burn white, his muscles grow firmer, harder than they had five minutes ago; such an immense vibration caused Harry to offer up a unique ultimatum, without hesitation.

“I’ll only stop,” Harry growled, Sebastian’s right foot successfully slipping free from his armlock, “If you allow me to take it to the next level …” Harry proposed, happy to let Sebastian’s right foot slice through the air in the form of manic kicks, as long as his heel did not return in a slamming motion across his spine like it did at the start of this part of the session, “… Can you hear me, Bash? Are you listening? Take a breath, and listen …”

“—I can’t fucking take a breath!—” Bash rarely swore, but when pushed to this level of lunacy, controlling his language would be the last thing on his mind, “—I can’t fucking breathe! Oh, oh my stomach! Agh! Ahahaha! Ahahaha, stop, stop, please, stop with the feather, anything but the feather!—”, his head bounced over the pillow as he squeezed his eyes shut and scrunched up his nose, his right foot pressing down over the mattress, “—Duhuhuhuh, huhuhuh, does the nehehehext level involve a fuhuhuhuhuhcking feath, fea, feath—”. where he lifted himself up off the bed, arched his back and screamed into the bedroom ceiling, just in time for Harry to start sucking on his left pinkie toe, "—AAYEEEEEEEEEEEE! HAAAAAARR-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!—”

Harry grinned as he felt Sebastian’s toes squirm around his tongue, his foot writhing in a speedy twist as Harry continued to flicker the feather up and down his left sole, “Allow me,” Harry pressed, his mouth full, “To take it to the next level,” he slurped, “You know you have to …”

Sebastian had two choices; he could either scream out the word ‘safeword’ right now, and be done with it all, or he could give Harry consent, where his tickler would take the session to what had only been described as ‘the next level’.

One option led to never seeing Harry again; never being intimate with someone this famous, never having the opportunity to expose himself to chance, to auditions, to interviews and contacts …It also led to no more feather between the toes, across the arch, over the heel … A blissful reality, for Sebastian, to say the least …

The second option led to more terror, a tickle torture filled realm that would be far worse than this, quite possibly far worse than anything Sebastian had ever experienced in his life.

Sebastian grinned through the hysteria as a tear rolled down his left cheek.

“—Alright, alright, alright!—”, Sebastian snarled, “—Take it to the next level!—” he heaved.

Harry dropped Sebastian’s left foot away from his armlock, allowing it to bounce lifelessly beside his right, as Sebastian lay breathless and thirsty for water, his hands still neatly bound by his ankles, his chest shimmering, his mouth wide open, his eyes now rolling to the back of his head.

Harry slid off the mattress and turned to face his ticklee.

Both young men started to chuckle in disbelief as Harry twirled the feather between his thumb and index finger.

Sebastian peeled his head away from the pillow, peered past his nipples and shot a fierce look over at Harry, the grin across his face unable to drop.

Sebastian said no words, he spoke no verbal abuse or distain for what he had just been put through, he simply acknowledged Harry’s erection within his underwear and giggled to himself, shaking his head in complete and utter shock.

Harry smirked; he took in the fury deep within Sebastian’s eyes, his expression and look; a provoked, heated and excited scowl that said two words and two words only;

‘You wanker!’

Once untied, Sebastian perched on the edge of the bed and ran both hands through his thick head of hair.

“So, what does this ‘next level’ involve?” He asked, his nostrils flaring in interest.

Harry clenched his teeth and tucked the feather behind his left ear.

“Take off your jeans,” he ordered, with a flick of his right hand.

Sebastian blinked.

“Hmn. What’s the magic w—”

“—Take off … “ Harry spoke in a slow, commanding tone, “… Your jeans …” he repeated.

Sebastian blinked again.

“Alright …”

He slid off the mattress and planted both feet firmly over the carpet.

He unbuttoned his jeans, pulled down the zip fly and then dropped them to his ankles.

Harry took in Sebastian’s long, tanned, slim legs and his tight black boxer shorts - a smirk gradually lifting his lips upward.

“You weren’t lying when you said they were hairy,” Harry quipped.

Sebastian dropped his head over his chest, blushed and held back nervous laughter in the middle of his throat.

“Yup,” he shrugged, “Joe calls me ‘Monkey Legs’ …”

Harry ran his tongue over the roof of his mouth as he unintentionally allowed a boil of gentle jealousy to tinge his cheeks pink.

“Cute,” he winked.

Sebastian, in an attempt to avoid feeling overly flustered, stepped out of his jeans and allowed his hands to dangle casually at his sides.

Harry was now so erect that his girth filled the entirety of the front of his Calvin Kleins.

“Take off your underwear,” Harry sniffed.

Sebastian felt his eyebrows automatically flash up.

Since being faced with people who owned this fetish, people who were so confident in expressing their sexual desires, people who did not hold back, not for a second, in asking for what they wanted, Sebastian had developed the ability to protect and prepare himself by subconsciously jumping ahead into the future.

When put on the spot, in a way Harry had just attempted, Sebastian considered all of the ‘future Bash’ responses within his imagination; they trickled through his mind at lightning speed, where he was then able to snatch the ideal scenario or response out of the air before he even opened his mouth.

Instead of saying, ‘Naked? Really?’ or, ‘Turn around, give me some privacy’, like he predicted he would, Sebastian instead chose the more unexpected option.

He held onto his boxers and whipped them down to his knees, where he then shuffled his stance so that they were down by the tops of his feet.

In one swift kick, his underwear left the tips of his toes and landed with a silent plonk over the surface of a nearby red velvet armchair.

Sebastian’s confidence and willingness to act a certain way had not gone unnoticed by Harry.

From this moment on, Harry made it his sole purpose to annihilate Sebastian with tickling, where he would grin in immense satisfaction at the sight of all the sturdy walls Sebastian had built up around himself, as they cracked, crumbled and fell into nothing but dust once Sebastian’s assertive and assured exterior had been decimated.

Sebastian felt goosebumps arrive around his collarbones as a cold February draft travelled through the hotel suite and greeted his naked body; he stood with his legs a little apart, his hands behind his back, his long cock and large hanging balls dangling between his thighs.

Harry watched Sebastian accidentally provide glimpses of nerves he so clearly wanted to hide; a big gulp that caused his adam’s apple to bob, a quick flick of the head to remove chunks of hair from the right side of his face, the way his toes curled into a scrunch over the carpet …

“I’m sure you’ve been naked in front of dozens of men before,” Harry picked the feather out from behind his ear, “Just because I’m me, doesn’t mean you have to get silly.”

This time, Sebastian did not jump into any future realms where he could pick and chose how he would respond; instead, he said unapologetically said the first and only thing that came into his head.

“I’ve only had sex once, actually.”

Harry opened his mouth, but no words left his lips.

He felt a wave of confusion saturate his face; how could someone announce something so personal, something that could be seen as a weakness within such a unique situation as this one, yet still make it sound so powerful, so charming, so beautifully vulnerable?

Sebastian’s pride regarding his declaration only made Harry’s arousal thicken harder.

“Lay down on the bed,” Harry held the feather like a sword.

Sebastian only acknowledged reassurance within his chest after Harry ignored his revelation; once again, it proved not only that Harry was interested in only one thing, but it showcased how much Sebastian’s lack of sexual experience did not matter in the slightest, if Harry was keen as he appeared to be, in regards to how much he kept bossing him around.

Sebastian turned his back to Harry and crawled onto the bed, hooking his right knee over the corner of the mattress first, intentionally exposing his behind as he did so.

Harry’s green eyes absorbed all the details of Sebastian’s nudity; the unsurprisingly hairy landscape that made up his taint and hole, the perkiness of each ass cheek, the way his toes curled a little as he shuffled across the bed sheets …

As Sebastian began to lay himself down on his back, Harry cleared his throat.

“No,” he coughed, “On your front. Spread eagle …”

Sebastian did not want to grin so hard, but as he manoeuvred himself into position he felt the corner of his mouth twinge into his cheeks, his white teeth tightening into a giddy clench.

Sebastian laid down on his stomach, and, as requested, stretched his arms and legs out to each corner of the bed in the spread eagle position.

“I feel like Woody from Toy Story, after Andy comes back into the room,” Sebastian joked - his attempt to make fun of the situation.

Harry, enjoying the jest, naturally expelled a soft splutter of laughter as he began to approach the bed.

“Believe me, Bash,” Harry picked up a length of rope from the pile gathered at the foot of the bed, “In a minute, you’ll be anything but limp …”

Sebastian peered over his shoulder and smirked at Harry as Harry began to tie his right ankle to the bottom right corner of the bed.

“So, once I’m all tied up, are you gonna start asking me where Tom is? Tickle interrogate me, like Leo did—”

“—Holland? No,” Harry made his way to Sebastian’s left ankle and started to tie it to the bottom left corner of the bed, “I have no interest in him. The others might want to pick at you, at some point, but that’s up to them to arrange their time with your levels of sensitivity, in whichever way they feel works,” Harry walked to the top left corner and carefully looped the rope around Sebastian’s left wrist, “I’ve not restrained someone as gorgeous as you, naked to The Ritz suite hotel bed, to force you to tell me something you might not even know. We’ve got bigger fish to fry … “

Sebastian, being such a well trained actor, played clueless exceptionally well by changing the subject rather naturally, “… What do you mean by ‘the others’ …?” He asked, as he watched Harry restrain his right wrist to the top right corner of the bed.

Harry stepped back and admired Sebastian in his splayed out, spread eagle position; he was so stretched into a starfish that the bottom of his spine had arched inward, further allowing his ass and hips to sprout upward, his legs wide apart, his armpits pulled open, his smooth back completely on show, his soles facing up, his toes pointing down to each corner…

“Other people, like me. People who share the same interests that I do. People who like to explore. To hear laughter. To watch someone as ticklish as you squirm until they can’t squirm anymore. Some of us wear masks, some of us dress as Clowns. Most of us, at the moment, seem more interested in locating Spider-Man .. Me? I focus on the moment …”

Sebastian wriggled his hips as he glanced down to his waist, a frustrated huff leaving his mouth.

Harry frowned.

“Now whats the matter?”

Sebastian bit his lower lip.

“It’s …” he blew some hair away from his face, “… My dick, my, my balls … They’re a bit squashed, c, can you—”

“—If you want me to touch you up, you just have to ask …” Harry smiled, his eyes glistening playfully as he approached Sebastian’s body by arriving at the bottom of the bed, reaching across the sheets, where his hand curled around Sebastian’s flaccid, chunky dick and gently pulled it between his thighs, along with his hairy balls, where he then neatly laid everything out over the mattress.

Sebastian sighed in relief, his body dropping into a slumped relax.

“Cheers,” he mumbled into a nearby cushion.

As silence filled the room, Sebastian automatically squirmed within his bonds as Harry watched on; his long legs slid across the surface of the bed, his feet twisted over each corner, his arms tugged at his restraints - the young man had clearly never been tied up like this before and the position, the exposure, the complete exhibition of his naked body from head to toe seemed to make Sebastian eager to move, to showcase his body in the bound and open position it had been laid out in.

Such an intimate bondage pose might suggest a blindfold - Harry would be lying if he said he had not considered it - however, Harry wanted Sebastian to see everything, to witness the feather in his hand travel from one part of his body to another, to understand how ticklish it would feel by just using his eyes to take in the visual of something as simplistic as a feather gliding across his skin, where it would torment his sensitive flesh in ways he would not be able to compartmentalise.

Harry stroked the rock hard shape beneath his Calvin Kleins as he decided to waste no more time and start playing with Sebastian right this second - after all, he could not hold off for a minute longer …

“Pick a number,” Harry whispered, “One, or two …”

Sebastian twisted his head from side to side as he considered his choice.

“Erm …”

He scrunched up his nose as he faced an onslaught of paranoia.

What’s he talking about?

Do both numbers represent two different tickle tools?

Does ‘one’ mean one hour of this, does ‘two’ mean two hours?

Why does he have to be so bloody vague?

“… T … Two,” Sebastian decided.

Harry clapped his palms together.

“Two feathers it is …”

Sebastian jolted in alarm.

“Wait, what—”, he tried to spin his body around to face Harry, the rope squeaking, the bed creaking as he did so, “—You, you tricked me! Hey! I can barely stand one, I’m not going to be able to take two!” Sebastian whined, his eyes following Harry as Harry returned to the wardrobe, opened up the doors and picked out a second seagull feather.

“It’s just a feather, remember, Bash?” Harry held a feather in each hand as he made his way back to the foot of the bed, “How amusing, to think earlier this morning you were so un-phased by them, and now, well, I think it’s safe to say they’re your weakness …”

Sebastian huffed and spun his body to the right, his arms and legs still tightly splayed out, “No, it’s too much!—” He tried to watch Harry, his head always stretching over each shoulder or under his armpits, in an attempt to keep an eye on his tickler, “It’s too intense, too sensitive!—” He admitted, his feet kicking out as Harry knelt down by his left sole, “Oh my god, I’m gonna scream so bloody loud, is, is that alright with you?” He winced as he regretted, straight away, sounding so insecure - since when did he have to check if it were okay to scream so loud? Harry had most certainly started to chip at those walls …

"Scream as much as you like … ” Harry placed the end of each feather ever so gently against the base of each of Sebastian’s pinkie toes, “… The louder the better …”

Sebastian jolted as he felt the sharpness of the feathers tips arrive over both of his plump, soft, stretched out little toes, “—OH GOD!—”, he growled, his reaction electric, considering the subtle-ness of the feathers return, “—Oh, oh my GOD!—”, the muscles in his arms arms yanked at the rope around his wrists as both size nine and a halves curled into the corner of the bed, their narrow shape writhing so hard that they appeared to flap like a dolphins flippers, “—Get those bloody things off my feet!—” he demanded, the feathers now fluttering over the base of his toes and then towards the arches of his feet; the feather in Harry’s left hand working Sebastian’s left sole, the feather in his right hand working Sebastian’s right sole, “—Oh! Oh my god, Harry! Hahahaha! Hahahaharry! Agh! Ahahahaha! Agh! Aghahaha! Oh! Oh! Ahh! Agahahah! Agahahaha! Ah! Oh! Grahh! Grrr! Geh, geh, geeet off! Get off, get off, get off! Pl, please!—”

“— I had so much planned,” Harry announced as he wiggled each feather, their blade like edges stroking and gliding over both of Sebastian’s soles at the same time, “There’s electric toothbrushes in that wardrobe; lotion, a cock ring, butt plugs and combs amongst other things, but the thing that seems to really get you breathless, the thing that turns me on the most, is seeing the effect these feathers, feathers, feathers, feathers have on your ultra sensitive body …” Harry took the feather’s flutter up past Sebastian’s heels and then over his roped ankles, where their tormenting presence flickered and brushed over the hairy expanse of Sebastian’s ticklish, kicking legs, “… It drives you absolutely wild, doesn’t it, Mr. Croft …”

Sebastian gasped and panted, his legs kicking with such strength that both of his ass cheeks wobbled and shook, their clap presenting his hairy hole to Harry for a nano second at a time, “—Pah! Pah! Ah! Ahahaha! Ahh! Aghh! Ahahahaha! Hahahahahahahaha! Hahahahahaharry!—” Sebastian could not control his laughter, “—Oh! Oh! Hahahahaha! Ah! Ah! Hahahahaa! Hahahahahaharry! Oh my goh—gah! Ah! Ahahahaha! Ahahahaha! Haaaahahahahahaaaarry! Ssst, ssss, stop calling me that!—” He would full short of breath with every expel, only to heave in some air and have no choice but to do it all again, his mind already so flustered that he decided to beg for it to stop, a huge moment for the ticklee, considering the feathers had only started toying with his body from the knee down for just under thirteen seconds, “—Pl, please! Stop, it’s too much! It tickles too much, I can’t take the feathers! Harry, please, please stop!—”

Harry reached further up the bed, his toned, tanned, tattoo’s arms stretching towards Sebastian’s thighs as the feathers danced around their inbetweens; the plumpness of Sebastian’s balls and the furry covering of his taint and asshole, over the bottom of his spine and around his lower waist and hips, the bed wobbling and shaking with every manic thrust actioned over its surface.

“Here’s a suggestion,” Harry declared, his white toothed grin unseen by Sebastian, who, no matter how hard he twisted his head over each shoulder, could not catch sight of his tickler behind him, “Hold off on laughing entirely, for ten seconds … And we stay where we’re at, which is, as you know, ‘the next level’ …”

Sebastian shook his head with such speed it looked like it had been put on fast forward; he winced and huffed, always gasping, always grunting, always expelling breathless giggles and panicked laughter, “—Im, impossible!—” He announced, “—I, I can’t do it!—” He had no shame in being honestly defeatist.

“ … Laugh within those ten seconds,” Harry practically snarled as he delivered his ticklee’s challenge, “And I make this so much worse …”

Sebastian stretched his neck so that his mouth could bite onto the corner of a nearby cushion, “—How can it get anymore bloody worse!—” he spoke with his teeth clamped over red velvet, his hairy ass cheeks now victim to both feathers as their soft yet sharp edges tormented the perky landscape of each cheek, their tips stroking down Sebastian’s taint where they would flicker over his hole and then journey back up to the top of his spine, causing Sebastian to laugh so steadily and with such hysteria within his throat that his eyes had started to water, “—You, you know I’m going to fail!—” Sebastian held no reservation in calling out Harry and his senseless mind games, “—You, you know I can’t do it! Gah! Gahaha! Hahaharry! Get off my arse, my arse! Oh, my arse! No! No! NO! Get those feathers off my ARGH! AGHH! AHAHA! AHAHAHA! AHAHAHAA! AHAHAHA!—” Sebastian began to leap off the bedsheets as soon as the feathers made their way across his sides, middle spine and top half of his ribcage, “—OH! AHAHAHA! AHAHAHAH! AHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHA! OH! OH! OH! OH! AHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHA!—”, his laughter was now so loud, so constant, so high pitched that a slight ring had presented itself deep within each of Harry’s ears.

Harry had to raise his voice over Sebastian’s laughter, “This is going to be pretty tricky, Bash … Now focus! Your time starts …” Harry took the feathers towards Sebastian’s armpits, “ … Now!—”

Sebastian pressed his lips shut and widened his eyes, his cheeks filling with air as he continued to leap away from the bedsheets; his stomach bounced over creased, red linen as he bucked in the face down, star fish position, his spread eagle body only held down by the rope pinning his hands and feet to each corner of the bed - if it were not for such tight bondage, Sebastian would have easily hurtled up to the ceiling and blown through the roof of The Ritz hotel …

He spluttered at first - the well controlled containment of a giggle - but as the feathers twirled across the curls of his armpit hair, Sebastian found himself totally unable to govern his hysteria and within a matter of seconds, he not only needed to laugh, but he damn well wanted to.

“—GRAGH! AH-HAH!—”, Sebastian ravaged the bed with his body, almost humping its surface rampantly, “—AH! AH-HAH! AH-HA!—”, his knees bent and his legs kicked, his small biceps bulged and his back arched, his frame hurtled upward and threw itself down, the rope now tugged by his limbs with such force that the knots had loosened, just a little but enough to allow him a some additional wriggle room as the feathers brushed, fluttered and flicked across his underarms, neck and back, “—AHAHAH! AHAHAHA! AHAHAHAH! AHAHAHA! AHAHAHA!—” he twitched his head and shoved his shoulders up against his jaw in an attempt to catch the feathers, but the tools slid effortlessly out of his grasp where they relentlessly continued their mind blowing tickle torment, leaving Sebastian tickled beyond belief, his chest now burning with such intensity that he held no reservation in explaining how much he needed to catch his breath, “—Please, please stop—” he wheezed, “—I seriously can’t breathe, I’m going to pass out!—” he spat, his body now throwing itself to the right as the feathers danced back over his body and down towards his left foot, “—I’m going to pass out!—” he yelled again, this time with little to no energy, his voice strained, the noise taken from the pit of his stomach, “—I’MGOINGTOPASSOUT!—” he screamed, with the last bit of breath at the top of his lungs …

Harry stopped.

Sebastian’s weight sank into the bed as he, without hesitation, focused on simply controlling his breathing; his shoulders lifted and dropped, lifted and dropped, lifted and dropped, his head planted to the side as his left foot curled into the corner of the bed, the feathers tip’s sliding away from Sebastian’s left big toe in a whisper.

Harry never thought feathers could render someone this destroyed; as he stood at the corner of the bed, admiring Sebastian’s tickled-to-oblivion state, he realised that his life was fantastic, his fetish exciting, his kink all consuming - how wonderful, he thought, to learn these things, to understand the power of a feather, to change your mind and not lean into the obvious … What fun I will have, in the next few moments …

“You barely lasted ten seconds,” Harry chuckled, “What was going through your mind, when you knew you were going to laugh?”

As Harry made his way back to the wardrobe, Sebastian licked dry lips and breathed in through his nose, peeling his head away from the mattress, where he glared at Harry’s back.

“It’s a feeling …” Sebastian admitted, “… Sometimes, the need to just, to just laugh and get it all out is a way to cope with the tickling …” his head dropped back down over the bed sheets with a bounce, “ … Ughh, I’m not making sense …” he huffed, rubbing his forehead against the linen, some sweat smearing over the creases.

“I get you,” Harry smiled, picking out his next set of tools from inside the wardrobe, “I’ve been there, believe me. Being challenged to contain that form of help is just as torturous as the feathers themselves, right?” Harry turned around holding onto two electric drills, one in each hand, his grip tight around each handle as if he were holding a set of machine guns, “Better to just let it out …”

Sebastian’s grinned as his eyes took in the electric drills, “Oh—” he gawped, “—Oh, you weren’t joking when you said you were going to make it much, much worse …”

Harry smirked and made his way to the side of the bed.

“You seem happy about your future horror,” he took one of the feathers and slid the nib inside the end of the drill, where the metal drill-bit would normally poke out of, “That’s the hardest you’ve grinned all morning …”

Sebastian scoffed as he watched Harry place the second feather inside the second drill, “I’m just blown away by the creativity,” he rolled his hips and waist, lifting his butt for a moment, allowing gravity to pull his balls and cock back down into a more comfortable splay, “I mean, you’re obviously not going to use those on me, are you …” he chuckled as Harry admired both drills, drills with feathers now sprouting out of their ends, “… Are, are you?” Bash’s tone sounded unsure.

“Of course I am,” Harry laid the drills beside Sebastian, one of them sinking down to land against Sebastian’s left side, causing Sebastian to shuffle away from the feathered end as it brushed against his hip, “I told you … You will never forget this day. When someone asks you in the future, ‘are you ticklish’ … You will think of me,” Harry returned to the closest, reaching in, rifling, “You will think of this moment …” he turned around to face Sebastian, two additional feathers in each hand.

Sebastian giggled into his shoulder as he watched Harry return to the bed.

“So, what is that now, six feathers?—” he curled his toes and blew some hair away from his face, “—Serious question, Harry: are you trying to kill me?”

Both boys chuckled as Harry continued to fill the ends of the drill with the additional feathers.

“My intention is to end you, yes. But not like that …” Harry picked up the drills, one in each hand, three feathers now sprouting out from each drill, “… Remember, you can use your safe word …” Harry reminded, “… But if you use it, we never meet again.”

Sebastian narrowed his eyes in confusion.

“Wait, hang on a minute,” he began to squirm over the sheets as his knees and elbows creased the linen beneath his body, “You’re, you’re not joking? You’re being serious? You’re actually going to use those on me?” For a second, Sebastian thought Harry was being dramatic for theatres-sake … Suggesting a step too far, but not really going with it … But, as Harry switched on each drill — Click! Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz! — it became increasingly apparent that Harry was not being comedic at all … No, not one bit … If anything, Harry had never been more serious …

“Try not to use your safe word, Bash,” Harry arms shuddered as the drills vibrated in his grip, the whizzing noise filling the suite, “Because, quite frankly, I really would love to do this with you again …”

Harry hopped onto the bed.

Sebastian gasped, his body dropping a little as the mattress shifted downward, once it had received Harry’s additional weight.

Harry stood over Sebastian, his feet planted either side of Sebastian’s hips.

“Oh my god,” Sebastian turned over his shoulder, his eyes almost bulging out of his head, “—Oh my god! Harry, no!—” He squealed, his body squirming as Harry reached both arms down towards Sebastian’s spine and began to aim the twirling feathers towards Sebastian’s back, their fast spinning rotate threatening a constant and merciless flutter over Sebastian’s hyper ticklish flesh, “—I can’t take it! I can’t take it!—” he cried, before the feathers had even made impact with his body, “—Stop, stop, stop, stop!—” he screamed.

Now it was Harry who showcased such a fierce grin; watching Sebastian flay about in his spread eagle position aroused him in ways he could not describe - the feathers were now travelling up and down Sebastian’s spine, causing the young actor to leap and hurtle within his bonds, his torso twisting and thrashing from side to side as laughter erupted from his chest - seeing these movements and acts of defence made Harry’s erection thicken behind the stretch of his underwear, it gave him chills and goosebumps, it made him want to touch himself, something he would be doing straight away if his hands were not so full with two electric tickle weapons.

“—AGGHHHHAHAHAHA! AAAAAHHHHAHAHAHA! AAAAAAGHHAHAHAHAH!—” Sebastian did as he promised; he screamed.

He screamed with laughter, at such volume, that Harry felt relieved he had booked out the entire floor. Such screams would no doubt alert other guests within The Ritz, if they were to be staying either side of his suite, but luckily that was not the case - guests were, however, above and below, and with Sebastian’s scream-like howls and high pitched giggles, they would for certain be able to hear the joyous distress making its way out of Sebastian’s mouth and into the clammy atmosphere of Harry’s extravagant bedroom.

“—AGHHHH! AGAHAHAHAHAHAAH! AAAAAAGHHHHH! AAAAAHHHH! AHAHAHAHAHAA! AHAHAHAAHAHA! AHAHAAHAHA!—” Sebastian’s cheeks had boiled pink, his forehead now glistening with sweat, his upper body tickled by the feathers in areas such as his pits, shoulders, back and waist, the drills rotating all six feathers with such speed that Sebastian wondered if he would ever be tickled like this again, if it were even possible to feel this ticklish in the future, “—AGGGGHHHH! AHAHAHAHAH! AAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAAHAHAHA! AHAAHAHAHAA!—” he had never laughed like this before, he had never been this short of breath, his jaw had never ached to this extent, his mouth had never stretched this wide, his neck had never felt so thick, and just when he thought it could not feel anymore intense, Harry moved the feathers down past Sebastian’s furry butt, over his balls and down his legs, where they whizzed and fluttered towards his soles …

“—Stop—” Sebastian managed to get a word between the laughter, “—Please—” he huffed, one drill now working over his left sole whilst the other worked over his right, “—Notmyfeet—” he heaved, his little moments of desperation inserted whenever he could manage a quick, short, sharp intake of breath once the giggles and maddened laughter had been put on pause, if only for half a second, “—Sssstopleasenotmyfeet—” he began to sound insane, his tone saturated with dribbled lunacy, “—HARRY PLEASE! OH MY GOD! I CAN’T STAND IT, AGH! GRRR! GRAAAAHHH! GRAHAHAHAH! AHAHAHA! GRAHAHAHA! GRAHAHAHA! I, I CAN’T SSSS, SSST, AHAHAHAHA! OH! OH HARRY! OH, HAHAHA! HAHAHAHA! I’M BEGGING YOU, I’M BEGGING YOU, I, I, IT’S TOO TICK, TICKL—I’M BEGGING YOU, OH! OH! O, O, AHAHAHA!—”

“It’s too ticklish?” Harry translated, “On your soles?” He pressed.

“—OH! OH MY GOD! AGHHH! GRAH! GGGRRRRAAAHHHH! AAHAAHHHH! AHAAHAHAHAHA! AHAAHAHAHAAH! AHAHAAHAHAHA! OH MY GOD, NOT MY SSS, SSSOLES, MY FEET, OH GOD, NOT THE TOES! NOT THE TOES, NO, NNN, SSSS, HAHAHAHAA! STAAAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAAH! NOT MY, STTT, STTTTTOOOOOOHHH! OHHHHH! TOES! MY, MY TOES!—”

Harry specifically focused on Sebastian’s curling, clenching toes as his feet flapped around, all six feathers whizzing between their long, fleshy shapes, causing Sebastian to kick, thrash and writhe with such bounce and with such energy that a panel that made up the beds gridding beneath the mattress snapped, causing Harry to fall over Sebastian, where he landed over his back.

Harry’s sweat mixed with Sebastian’s as his skin slid over his flesh - Harry wasted no time at all in discarding the drills, where he threw them aside and bear hugged Sebastian, using all ten of his fingers to grab, claw and tickle into Sebastian’s sides, rib cage and underarms, sending the twenty two year old into a realm of absolute madness where he had no choice but to scream, shout, beg and squirm under Harry, his back rubbing against Harry’s chest, his ass rubbing against Harry’s hard on, his head rubbing against Harry’s jaw …

Sebastian, within his moment of raw and ravaged tickling, experienced Harry at his most brutal; the cocktail, the feather, the flirts and the collar were all a gradual build up to this very moment; a moment filled with aggression, growls, lip biting, perspiration and intimacy, where he lay naked and face down, the most private parts of his body splayed out and on show, whilst Harry lay over him, heavy and consuming, touching, grabbing and devouring him in ways Sebastian had never been devoured before.

For someone who had only had sex once, a situation as heated as this meant that Sebastian would be happy never having sex again; the muscles wrapped around him, the arousal hard between his buttocks, the fingers pinching and scratching and stroking and brushing, the teeth nipping at his earlobe, the lips pressed against the back of his neck, the laughter and the shouts, the giggles and the strained cries for help, the rope keeping absolutely every part of him in place as Harry actioned the biggest tickling of Sebastian’s life, it all mounted up as one hugely erotic experience for ‘Mr. Croft’, who felt so overwhelmed, intimidated, exhausted and blown away by his capture that he soon realised not only would he be content with never having sex with another man, he would only be content having sex with Harry.

Being tickled this way shaped Sebastian’s laughter into a more animalistic tone; the boy loved to growl and grunt within his giggles at the best of times, but with Harry’s fingers clawing at each of his pits, with his arms wrapped so tightly around his torso, Sebastian found himself snarling and roaring into the cushions, “—Graaaghh! Grahahah! Graaahhahahaha! Grrr! Grrraaagh! Grahahahahah!—”, his face pressing down into velvet, his face scrunched into a crease of fury, ecstasy, disbelief and complete and utter awareness of what he himself, as a sub within this circumstance, would choose to do next …

… Sebastian did not use his safe word, as Harry had expected him to do, especially during this stage of the game.

Instead, Sebastian turned his head over his shoulder, held his laughter at the back of his throat, looked Harry directly in the eye and said,

“—Fuck me.”

Harry blinked, his nostrils flaring, his own breath short and flustered as he looked into Sebastian’s mouth and responded with, “—What?—”

Sebastian could barely speak, his shoulders finally able to stop wriggling as Harry’s clawed touch lessened, his ticklers body resting heavily over his back.

“I ss, ssaid …” Sebastian nodded just once, “… Fuck me—”

Harry panted into Sebastian’s neck, “But, you’re … You’re all tied up …”

Sebastian arched his back.

“I don’t care,” he huffed, “Do it, do it now. I can feel you. I want it.”

Harry shuffled back.

“Say it again,” the pop star had a rather blunt way of needing to re-hear the consent, “—I want you to say it again—”, he pulled down his briefs and kicked them away from his feet.

Sebastian turned his head over his other shoulder, his hands curling around the rope attached to his wrists.

“Fuck me, I want you to fuck me—”

Harry spat on his palm.

He stroked his cock.

He leaned over Sebastian.

He parted his subs ass cheeks with one hand, whilst positioning his erection into place with the other.

“Say it again.”

Sebastian opened his mouth and allowed his eyes to roll to the back of his head.

“Mnn!—”, he felt his own dick thicken as Harry’s muscular form hovered over him, “—Fuck me. I want you to fuck me—”

Sebastian’s jaw widened as he felt the tip of Harry’s arousal press against his hole.

“—Mnn—”

A nudge, then a press, then a gentle push.

“Say it again,” Harry felt a bead of sweat leave the side of his face.

Sebastian’s eyes watered as Harry entered him.

“Oh my god,” Sebastian whispered, “Oh, oh my god …!” He could not say it again, his head filled with too much pressure; the veins either side of his neck pulsated, his eye lashes blinked furiously, he curled his fists into tight, trembling balls, “Oh my god!” He pressed his mouth against his shoulder, he bit into his own skin, he whimpered and he groaned as he was filled with something too large, something too wide, something too incredible to conceive …

Harry planted both palms over the bedsheets, either side of Sebastian.

“You should have said your safe word,” Harry eased himself in deeper, carefully, cautiously, his erection sliding in with minimal resistance from Sebastian, “You should have said your safe word … ” Harry repeated, “Why didn’t you say your safe word?” Harry growled.

Sebastian let out an almost silent gasp as he acknowledged Harry’s rock solid girth, its strong shape now entirely consumed by the tightness that made up his hole.

“—Mnn!—” Sebastian closed his eyes as Harry began to kiss the top of his spine, his ticklers words arriving in the form of a warning, a strange yet attractive unravelling of dismay that seemed to suggest Harry was worried by the result that came along with breaking down Sebastian’s walls in ways he had not expected to.

Why didn’t you say your safe word?

You should have said your safe word.

It all translated to, ‘You will regret not saying your safe word …’

“—Because I want to do this again—” Sebastian lay pounded by Harry, his bound, spread eagle body forced up and down the bed as Harry fucked him, just as Sebastian had asked him to, “—Because—” Sebastian said each word with each pound, “—I—”, pound, “—Need—”, pound, “—To do—”, pound, “—This—”, pound, “—Ahh, again!—” pound …

As Harry fucked Sebastian, the ropes squeaked the bed wobbled; safe words, feathers, the whizz of electric drills, games and challenges were scattered to the winds, the outcome of their meeting unexpected yet deserved, unplanned yet desired, unmatched yet entirely connected …

“Say it once more!” Harry shouted so loud that is caused Sebastian’s eyes to snap open.

Toes curled, ass cheeks were spanked, fingers entwined and dribble left lips where it formed a perfect replacement for lube …

“—I—”, pound, “—Need—”, pound, “—To do—”, pound, “—This—”, pound, “—Ahh, again!—” Sebastian moaned …

Sebastian’s ankles ached as the rope kept him in place, his bonds soon removed so he could lay on his back and have his toes sucked by Harry, who perched each of Sebastian’s heels over his shoulder whilst he fucked him, his ticklee’s feet in reaching distance to be nibbled and slurped on as his cock slid in and out of an ass only tamely touched by one person prior…

“Say it once more!” Harry yelled, with the kind of vigour he would deliver whilst performing, surrounded by hundreds of thousands who viewed him as a sparkly dancing dot in the middle of a giant stage in Wembley Arena …

Sebastian’s previous one off sexual experience became overshadowed by his time with Harry as his walls fell around him, his sturdy and confident exterior broken down to such a crumbled state that Sebastian had practically begged Harry to take the most vulnerable part of him, once those barriers had been destroyed.

Sebastian was now so open, so ruined, so taken by his tickler that he could only mutter the words Harry wanted to hear, words he himself genuinely believed in, words that shaped out a future event he genuinely hoped would take place.

“—I need to do this again!—”

As the words left Sebastian’s mouth, he realised Harry was right.

As long as I live.

I’ll never forget this day.