"Patton, come here, please!" Logan called from his room. Patton ran to his boyfriend, giggling.
"Yea, Logey?" He asked.
"One, do not call me that," Logan started, "and two, lie down, and put your arms up," Logan motioned toward his bed.
Patton immediately flopped onto the the bed, resting his arms over his head.
"What are we doing, Logey?" Patton asked, almost excitedly.
"I'm doing an experiment," Logan said, pulling out some soft restraints from the closet. (A/n Go ahead, do it)
"What kind?" Patton asked, a bit nervous when he saw the restraints, but he trusted his boyfriend, he would never do anything to hurt him.
"First, take off your shirt," Logan said, and Patton hesitantly untied the cardigan around his neck before taking off his shirt.
"I'm doing an experiment to find out which spots on the human body are the most... ticklish," At this, Patton squeaked, trying to curl up, but Logan grabbed his wrists and held them tight, restraining him with the soft, padded restraints. Patton wouldn't mind, he loves being tickled anyway.
"Are you okay with this, Patton?" Logan asked, not wanting to cross any lines. Patton looked up at him, nodding. Heh. Knew it.
Logan chuckled, restraining his ankles as well.
"You're so adorable," Logan said, smiling. He slowly, and very lightly, ran a finger down his boyfriend's bare side, which warned him a flinch, and adorable giggling.
As much as Logan would have loved to stay there and tease his adorable boyfriend, he had work to do. He gently scratched at the boy's underarms, which earned him a squeal and frantic giggling.
"Bahahabe," Patton giggled out, pulling helplessly at the restraints.
"Aww, you're sooo cute," Logan pulled out a pen from his pocket, writing 'Not too ticklish' in the hollows of each of his underarms. Patton let out a snort, and some adorable gibberish which could have been words, had it not been muffled by his laughter.
Logan then moved the the ribs, fluttering his fingers along the skin and vibrating his fingers between the bones. Poor Patton was in hysterics, unable to control the constant stream of joyful, boisterous laughter pouring from his mouth. The teacher found himself laughing right along with Patton, I mean, how could he not? His laughter was just so bubbly and contagious.
Logan picked up his pen and wrote 'Very ticklish' into his skin on his ribs, making sure to get it in between the bones and the draw each letter very slowly.
The giddy trait was losing it, thrashing, squirming, wiggling, begging, but never once muttering the word "stop", or any variation of it.
"It's cute how you're not even asking me to stop," Logan teased, whispering breathy whispers into his boyfriend's ear, making sure his breath would tickle. Patton's face lit up like a firework.
Gentle fingers scratched at his soft tummy, which made the smaller squeal again, happy laughter escaped through his lips, and Logan chuckled, writing 'Very ticklish' and under it, in small letters, 'Patton seems to like this spot a lot'.
Catering to the adorable boy, Logan used all ten fingers to scratch at his quivering, slightly pudgy belly. Another happy, high pitched squeal erupted from the father figure as he thrashed against the restraints, trying desperately to pull his arms down.
"One more thing, then we move on," Logan said, pressing his lips to his belly. Patton squeaked, wiggling.
"No no no no no!" He squeaked out. Logan waited a moment, letting anticipation eat the adorable, giggling trait alive.
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Patton lost it. He went absolutely ballistic! He squealed and shrieked and struggled against the restraints. It got to the point that Logan stopped and stepped away. As Patton calmed down, his joyful hysterics turned into quiet giggling.
Logan smiled fondly down at the boy, undoing the restraints and scooping him up bridal style.
"No more, kitty, no more," Logan said, lying down with Patton in his arms. Once he was sure Patton was asleep, he stood up, walking to the hallway.
"Roman! Come here, please!"
