Delicate fingers slid underneath the elastic band of Wolf’s underwear and moved the garment down his legs before being stopped by strong hands. Both men locked eyes, one of which was hidden underneath an eyepatch.
“What if I can’t do it?”
“Listen,” Fox cupped Wolf’s cheeks. “We’ll take it slow. If you wanna call it off at any point, just shout the safe word and I swear on my father’s honor that I’ll stop.”
He was shaking. The memory of his torment at the hands of Panther was still painfully fresh in his mind. It took every ounce of courage he had to sneak away and meet with Fox aboard his ship, fully aware of the consequences of being found out. Still, he wanted to go through with this, not just for Fox but for his sake too.
“Fine… I trust you.”
Fox planted a loving kiss atop his snout before removing his underwear, leaving him naked and vulnerable both physically and emotionally.
“Lay down here.” The vulpine gestured towards his bed and Wolf obeyed. “We’ll just tie your ankles for now. Like I said, take it slow.”
“R-Right.”
A piece of soft but strong rope was tied around both of his ankles.
Fox held up a bright blue feather. “Wait! No! That’s not–”
“Falco’s? Oh, no! It’s a synthetic feather, it’s not nearly as tickly as his feathers. Sorry, I guess I could’ve picked a different color.”
Wolf shook his head. “Nevermind, it’s alright.” The feather’s appearance brought back thoughts of Panther’s deranged obsession with Falco Lombardi’s talons. The loss of which he had paid for dearly. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “Go ahead.”
The feather’s tip touched Wolf’s paw-pad and danced sideways. Fox was considerate enough to start the session from his lover’s least ticklish spot.
“He… Hehe…”
Memories of Panther torturously tickling his soles came rushing back. Caroso’s fixation on feet meant that various tools and substances had been used to sensitize Wolf’s soles during the several agonizing days that he’d been kept in the feline’s clutches. The effect was mostly gone now but the mental damage was done, and the mere feeling of a feather in the area was enough to make him wanna shout for Fox to stop.
But he didn’t.
Fox was gentle, caring and loving. Intimate knowledge of Wolf’s body allowed him to avoid his most reactive areas and gradually ease him back into tickling without stressing him out too much. Thus Wolf didn’t shout. Instead, he threw his head back and let the giggles flow.
“Hehehehehe~”
“That’s it, Giggles. Let it all out!” Fox added a second feather to Wolf’s unoccupied paw and swished it about gently. “You’re being such a good boy.”
As the gentle fibers teased his paw-pads, the traumatic fear that still lingered inside Wolf’s heart receded in favor of the tender warmth it once knew. The same warmth he felt all that time ago when Fox first tickled him. He recalled how it happened by complete accident. A playful poke; then a giggle. The rest was history.
“Hehehe! Is that the best you can do?” He put his arms behind his head and winked at Fox, who was already walking up towards his exposed torso.
“Are you sure you’re not biting off more than you can chew?” Fox had another piece of rope in hand.
Wolf smiled, then nodded. “Nah, I can chew plenty.” He chomped at the air, playfully.
His hands were tied together and connected to the bed’s headboard, keeping his arms up. He could barely contain his giggles as intense feelings of vulnerability and helplessness gripped him. How exciting!
Clawed hands hovered above his torso, drifting towards one place before abruptly switching directions and going somewhere else – but never diving in. His gaze followed those wiggling fingers, chest tingling with anticipation.
“Gah! Just tickle me already!” he shouted.
“If you insist.”
Fox went for his pits! No, his sides! Both, he went for both! While he groped Wolf’s left flank, he poked his right pit. Then scratched both hollows before dragging all claws down along his outstretched ribs.
This was a step up from the paw tickling. A thousand steps up, more accurately. But he loved it. The rush of having his sensitive spots intimately exploited by the man he loved so much was incomparable. He laughed loud and thrashed hard.
“BWAHAHA! FOX, PLEASE!!”
“Nuh-uh! You asked for it, there’s no stopping now!”
Fox wasn’t serious and that’s exactly why he could go on without stopping. Should he need a break, all he had to do was yell out the safe word and that was that.
He wasn’t used to others showing any regard for his well-being, much less in a situation like this. It was either rough play or no play at all. That was until recently. Now he knew there were ways to play that didn’t seriously compromise anyone involved.
Next were his inner thighs, teasingly tickled by Fox’s delicate fingers. The lack of restraints around that area made it possible for him to close his legs and trap Fox’s hands between them. Granted, that would mean an end to the tickling so he focused all willpower into keeping them open.
By then, his erection was fully formed.
Fox didn’t take long to grip Wolf’s mast and pump it while teasing the underside of his balls. Half of the lupine’s laughter became lustful moaning and droplets of precum dribbled down his meat. He was close.
But he didn’t want to cum just yet.
“G-DIFFUSER!
The tickling stopped at once. He struggled to catch his breath,
“You okay?”
“Y-Yeah… Can you get my eyepatch off? I can feel it slipping.”
“Oh, sure.” Fox slipped off the eyepatch and was shocked to find a fully functional eye under it. “What, what?! You had a good eye all this time?”
“Sure,” Wolf blinked a few times to get his normally covered eye accustomed to the light. He realized Fox was seeing it for the first time. “Right, haven’t told you before. I got injured a few years back and had to wear this until I got better. I kept it on after that.”
“Why?”
“Makes me look badass.”
“Unbelievable” Fox gasped. “You look twenty without that stupid thing on!”
“I’m twenty-two.”
“Now you’re just pulling my leg.”
“You can check my ID later,” laughed Wolf. “Now are you gonna tickle me or what?”
“Oh you bet I will!” Fox’s fingers returned to Wolf’s torso and the laughter flowed anew. He was a lot more erratic this time, spanning out his fingers and spidering them about at random through Wolf’s ticklish upper body.
Soon enough, Wolf found himself at the edge of a powerful hands-free orgasm. There was only one more thing he wanted to try.
“T-TOHOHONGUE!!” That was as much as he could get out, but it was enough for Fox to bend over and dip his tongue inside the ticklee’s belly button. That was all he could take before the dam burst.
A howl.
Like a geyser, Wolf’s cock erupted in an explosion of hot white that stained his belly, Fox’s muzzle, and the bedsheets. He half-expected Fox to tickle him post-orgasm based on past experiences but thankfully he did not. By the time he caught his breath, his wrists and ankles were free.
Fox laid next to him and held him close. “So how was it?”
“I love you,” murmured Wolf, already mostly asleep.
“I love you too, Giggles.” Fox closed his eyes.
After a nap, they sat side-by-side on the soft bed and talked. Still naked.
“I just don’t know if I can stick with Star Wolf after… Well, everything. And if Panther finds out I’m planning to leave…” Wolf tensed up, relaxing only when Fox placed a hand on his shoulder.
“We’ll figure something out. I promise.”
“Fox…” He stared into the vulpine’s green eyes for a second before pulling him in for a hug. “Yeah. We will.” His tail wagged.
“I think I can work something out with my team. Peppy will understand, Slippy’s easy to convince, and Falco will come around–” he hesitated. “Maybe not at first but… eventually.”
They shared a kiss and let go of each other.
Wolf stood up and walked to the bathroom for a shower. Before closing the door, he looked back at Fox. “Oh and I like your ship and all, but next time let’s go somewhere else.”
“You bet!”