💖Solemn Love Together💖

Sweet Revenge

Your much needed vacation has sadly come to an end. It was delightful while it lasted, but it was time to return home and get ready to take care of professional business once again. Having packed your things, you and your beloved Kite hopped in a cab and headed back to your homes. Though you were sad to go, the comfort his home always brought you graciously awaited you, and when the cab pulled up to the drop off point you couldn't help but to burst out and go running up the hillside to his home. Unfortunately for Kite, that meant he had to be the one to carry your suitcases and extra bags up there.

As you opened the door to his home, you spent a good minute taking in its scent and scenery with a content smile, pleased to be back. You only realize your mistake when the awkward clunking of Kite carrying four bags could be heard from behind you. Turning to see him with two bags under his arms and two in his hands, you grinned apologetically with a guilty little chuckle.

"Ahah, sorry Kite. I may have been a little too excited to be back home." You apologized, coming around behind him to shut the door for him.

"No worries, love. Enjoy this last day off before we start hunting again." He reassured you with a smile.

"If you say so then." You sighed, pressing your back against the door.

As you watched Kite kick off his shoes with his back facing you, you got a sudden and devilish idea. You remembered the instance where you said you'd get revenge on him for tickling you, and looked his body up and down. Hands full, arms propped out to the side, the man was completely open and vulnerable: a perfect target for a bit of revenge.

Coming up behind him, you reached out and gently dragged your fingers up his back and to his sides, gently wiggling your fingers up into his underarms with a devious smirk. He froze for a moment and grunted, trying his best to resist the sensation as his body tensed under your touch.

"Remember when I said I'd get you back~?" You hummed, wiggling your fingers a little faster.

"__-_______ not n-now!" He stammered, suppressing his laughter.

"Why not? If you wanna get away, just drop the bags~" You advised.

It didn't take much more to get him to do exactly that. You switched up from your teasing touches to pinching and prodding with more force, finally getting him to drop everything and leap away from you. He could no longer resist the urge to laugh and escaped into his living room with heavy panting and a very prominent blush: a rare sight to be seen.

"Wow~ I didn't think someone as tough as you would be so ticklish~!" You laughed, stepping over the pile of bags. "This is useful information indeed."

You did not give your lover a second chance to escape you this time. Darting at him, you tackled him to the couch and sat atop his chest with a cheeky little grin. His hands were pinned firmly under your knees, and he knew he was in for it now.

"C'mon, you don't have to do this love." He tried to persuade you, a slight shake to his voice.

"You're right, I don't have to." You agreed, a moment of relief passing through his eyes. "But I'm going to."

That relief was gone in an instant as you dug your fingers into his sides, causing the man to erupt with laughter. He squirmed beneath you as you scribbled your fingers over his ribs, a delightful stream of low giggles morphing into pure joyous laughter. Even the sound of his laughter was beautiful to you, his warm and rich chuckles filling up the room at your mercy. It was a musical sound, and it only encouraged you to keep going as you stuck your fingers back into his underarms and rolled your fingers around his surprisingly sensitive body. His cheeks were crimson by now, and the smile he wore was adorable. All he could do was laugh and laugh, your fingers having poked and prodded nearly every part of his upper body in a relentless assault of tickles. What was most amusing to you though was his reaction to rolling your thumbs over his collar bone. He gasped with laughter and nearly threw you off of him he was so ticklish there, so you finally decided to stop for both your sake and his while laughing a victorious laugh of your own. It's not like you would be able to get him any redder than he was anyway.

"Ah, revenge is sweet~" You hummed, crossing your arms as you remained atop his heaving chest.

"You're so mean to me _______!" He whined, showing genuine weakness to you.

"I'm sorry~! You just look so good when your face goes scarlet!" You teased. "Plus, hearing you laugh more is nice. Your laughter is just as handsome as you are. Now tell me how the hell you can be every single type of gorgeous all at once, hmm? That's hardly fair."

"You love me that much, eh?" He panted, flashing you a smile.

"I do~"

Kite then freed his hands from under your weight and wrapped his arms around you, yanking you down into a tight and loving hug. "You're a cheeky little devil I hope you know."

"I know. But the real question is why didn't you try to get away? I know for a fact that you could've easily gotten away from me or pushed me off, but you didn't. Why is that, hun?" You questioned, chin resting on his chest.

"Did you perhaps consider that I may enjoy being vulnerable with you? You are the love of my life, and I wouldn't dare show weakness to many others, after all." He hinted.

"Ah, you're so wholesome~!" You grinned.

"Oh hush up and kiss me." He sighed.

Kite pulled you up to his lips lovingly, earning a hum of approval from you. His cheeks still radiated heat from his blush, making you smile as you nipped at his bottom lip teasingly. You allowed your hands to wander over his body, caressing his form as he allowed you entry into his mouth. Of course you had to sneak in the occasional poke and prod here and there, making him elicit little hums and chuckles as you kissed oh so passionately. He admittedly enjoyed having you hold more control than him for once, his body at complete ease with all his trust resting in you.

When you finally parted your hungry lips from one another, you stared down at him with such affection and adoration, bringing one of your hands up to gently brush over his still pink cheeks. It really did suit his pale complexion nicely. The reality though was that you simply adored seeing him flushed, always enamored by any state he was in.

"Are you happy with your revenge, love?" He asked you with a chuckle.

"Very." You nodded.

"Good. Now be careful next time you decide to do that. My response may not be the same, nor will I be as forgiving." He playfully warned.

"Hmm, is that a threat, or an invitation?" You asked mischievously.

"Up to you, love." He purred.

His hands slid up your back once more and pushed you down into yet another kiss. You of course happily indulge in the feeling pressed up against his chest, a blush of your own finally being shown. You really did want to know if that was a threat or an invitation. Time would have to tell, as you were now far too busy getting lost in his lips once again to be bothered.