[ Joke's on you Archer ... he takes everything personally ............
But for now, Fuuta focuses on staying as still as possible as Archer approaches, staring at him nervously as he draws near and reflexively squeezing his eyes shut when he sees that hand extended his way. Which was probably a stupid move! Because having his eyes closed means the touch at his neck feels all the more vivid, and Fuuta ends up giving a startled jump the moment contact is made, a grunt stifled at the back of his throat. Surprise, surprise, turns out he is a little ticklish at his throat. Not enough to properly laugh, but enough that he squirms from the brush of Archer's fingertips, hands reflexively coming to grab at the seat of his chair to keep himself still; Fuuta ends up holding his breath to keep himself quiet, and it's not until those fingers pull away that he lets out a hard huff.
Fuck. He hates that his face feels hot.
So distracted trying to mask the way his breaths are coming a little shallower, his movements are rushed when he hurriedly grabs the dice up to roll them, still catching his breath as they clatter to a halt.
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But for now, Fuuta focuses on staying as still as possible as Archer approaches, staring at him nervously as he draws near and reflexively squeezing his eyes shut when he sees that hand extended his way. Which was probably a stupid move! Because having his eyes closed means the touch at his neck feels all the more vivid, and Fuuta ends up giving a startled jump the moment contact is made, a grunt stifled at the back of his throat. Surprise, surprise, turns out he is a little ticklish at his throat. Not enough to properly laugh, but enough that he squirms from the brush of Archer's fingertips, hands reflexively coming to grab at the seat of his chair to keep himself still; Fuuta ends up holding his breath to keep himself quiet, and it's not until those fingers pull away that he lets out a hard huff.
Fuck. He hates that his face feels hot.
So distracted trying to mask the way his breaths are coming a little shallower, his movements are rushed when he hurriedly grabs the dice up to roll them, still catching his breath as they clatter to a halt.
'FONDLE' 'CHEST'. ]
... are you kidding me.