Tickletober

Drawn on - clean off

Hawks lay on the couch, still catching his breath as he admired Dabi's handiwork. The colourful doodles sprawled across his body were a testament to the ticklish torment he had just endured, and he couldn't help but feel a mix of embarrassment and affection for the man who had created such chaos.

"Well, now that I've turned you into a work of art," Dabi said, leaning back on the couch with a smirk, "it's time for a little cleanup. You wouldn't want to go out like this, now would you?"

Hawks groaned but reluctantly nodded. "I guess not. Can't have the public seeing me like this. I have a reputation to uphold."

Dabi chuckled, standing up. "Exactly. Now, let's see what I can do to help you clean up."

He moved toward the bathroom, leaving Hawks to contemplate his fate. The sound of water running filled the air, and a moment later, Dabi returned with a damp cloth, a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

"First things first," he said, kneeling beside the couch. "I think I'll start with your arms."

Before Hawks could respond, Dabi gently pressed the cloth against the colourful patterns on Hawks' forearm. The cool fabric felt refreshing, but it was also a reminder of how sensitive he was after all the tickling. Dabi's movements were slow and deliberate, almost teasing as he wiped away the paint.

"Hey, that feels kinda nice," Hawks admitted, relaxing slightly. But he knew Dabi all too well.

"Oh, I'm glad you think so," Dabi said, a teasing lilt in his voice. "But you know I can't let it be too easy for you."

With a flick of his wrist, Dabi switched to a lighter touch as he continued to clean. His fingers brushed over the sensitive spots on Hawks' arms, making him squirm. The damp cloth turned into a tool of playful torture, gliding over his skin in a way that sent shivers down his spine.

"Dabi! Stop it!" Hawks laughed, trying to pull his arm away, but Dabi held firm.

"Stop? Why would I stop when you look so cute like this?" Dabi grinned, leaning closer to Hawks, the cloth now barely touching him as he began to explore.

"C-cut it out! That's not fair!" Hawks protested, squirming more vigorously now. "You're just trying to get me to laugh!"

"Is it working?" Dabi shot back, his voice dripping with amusement.

"Yes! I mean, no! Ugh, you're infuriating!" Hawks chuckled, his body instinctively jerking as Dabi lightly dragged the cloth over his ribs.

"Good. I'm glad you're enjoying this," Dabi said with a smirk. "Now, let's see about your stomach."

With that, Dabi moved down, repositioning himself in front of Hawks, who was already blushing from the anticipation. The damp cloth hovered just above the colourful patterns on his belly, teasingly close but not touching. Dabi had that familiar glint in his eyes—a mix of mischief and affection.

"Now, if you thought that was nice..." Dabi murmured, letting the cloth lightly brush against Hawks' stomach. The effect was immediate.

Hawks erupted into a fit of giggles, his laughter ringing through the room. "No! Dabi, don't! I can't take it!"

But Dabi just smiled, rubbing the cloth in circles over the paint. "You have to admit, this is a good way to get it all off."

"Yeah, if by 'get it off' you mean torture me!" Hawks gasped, still laughing as he squirmed under Dabi's skilled touch. His stomach was incredibly sensitive, and the combination of the cool cloth and Dabi's teasing made it hard for him to stay still.

"Aw, don't pretend you don't love it," Dabi taunted, leaning in closer. "You love the attention."

"Maybe I do!" Hawks admitted between bursts of laughter. "But this isn't how I wanted it!"

Dabi smirked, enjoying every moment of Hawks' vulnerability. "I think you wanted this exactly how it is."

He continued cleaning, making sure to alternate between gentle strokes and ticklish swipes that left Hawks breathless. With every swipe, Hawks' laughter filled the room, and Dabi couldn't help but feel a swell of affection for the man in front of him.

After Dabi finished with Hawks' stomach, he moved to his legs, making sure to extend the playful torment. Each time Dabi's fingers brushed against Hawks' thighs, he giggled uncontrollably, the laughter spilling forth like an uncontrollable stream.

"Okay, okay! I'll be good! Just please let me clean up in peace!" Hawks begged, but even he knew it was a futile request.

"Why would I do that?" Dabi chuckled, his fingers dancing over Hawks' shins and down to his ankles. "You're having too much fun!"

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Dabi took pity on him, giving Hawks a moment of reprieve as he finished cleaning his feet. Once the last of the paint was gone, he leaned back on his heels, a satisfied grin on his face as he admired his work.

"There we go! All cleaned up," Dabi declared, his tone triumphant.

Hawks lay back against the couch, panting slightly, his skin still tingling from the tickling. "You're the worst," he said, though his smile betrayed him.

Dabi laughed, tossing the cloth aside. "And you love me for it. Admit it."

"Fine! I love you," Hawks said, a mock exasperation in his voice. "But you better watch your back because payback is coming."

Dabi raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? I'll be ready for you. But for now..." He leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to Hawks' lips, the warmth of the moment grounding them both after the playful chaos.

"Just remember, I'm always one step ahead," Dabi whispered, his smirk returning.

"Yeah, yeah. We'll see about that," Hawks replied, a glimmer of mischief in his own eyes. The playful rivalry had only just begun.