He really should have worded that better, but he's confident it wouldn't have mattered. This is what that hand on his thigh had been truly promising him, and he foolishly believed it might be something else! But in truth, while he wasn't fully expecting it (though he didn't doubt it's likelihood), he isn't as opposed to it as he was the first time. Seeing the robe and mask helps with that. Even if it does still make him feel like a fool with how it nearly forces a laugh from him, how he convulses and squirms uselessly against those hands.
As soon as it begins, it stops. He's left a little breathless, even more than he was before, and he watches with curiosity as Byleth opens that box and draws forth a few owl feathers. Sucking in a breath as Byleth straddles him, he watches him for a moment, before his gaze flicks to those feathers.
"You did, aye." He huffs out, curious what he might do, where he might start. That curiosity is short lived, as that feather dances and sweeps across his wrists and arms, making him shudder a little from the sensation as they get closer to his neck and eventually his ears.
There he tilts his head into it, bringing his shoulder up as he can, eyes slipping closed as he instinctively and involuntarily fights the tickling sensation there. He's certainly sensitive, and while it doesn't inspire a laugh from him, it inspires arousal and taunting tingling that further makes him shudder.
A number, though? A number. It's...a little difficult to consider the numeric value while he's being tickled, each tingle and tickle making him shudder and squirm against it, his face scrunching a little, his hands balling into fists, as he tries to maintain control of himself.
"Six!" He manages with obvious strain to his voice, peeking up at Byleth as if trying to gauge what he plans to do next. He doesn't dislike this, but it's certainly different, certainly engaging with sensation he isn't entirely familiar with pursuing. Well, it's familiar in some ways, yet starkly different in other.
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As soon as it begins, it stops. He's left a little breathless, even more than he was before, and he watches with curiosity as Byleth opens that box and draws forth a few owl feathers. Sucking in a breath as Byleth straddles him, he watches him for a moment, before his gaze flicks to those feathers.
"You did, aye." He huffs out, curious what he might do, where he might start. That curiosity is short lived, as that feather dances and sweeps across his wrists and arms, making him shudder a little from the sensation as they get closer to his neck and eventually his ears.
There he tilts his head into it, bringing his shoulder up as he can, eyes slipping closed as he instinctively and involuntarily fights the tickling sensation there. He's certainly sensitive, and while it doesn't inspire a laugh from him, it inspires arousal and taunting tingling that further makes him shudder.
A number, though? A number. It's...a little difficult to consider the numeric value while he's being tickled, each tingle and tickle making him shudder and squirm against it, his face scrunching a little, his hands balling into fists, as he tries to maintain control of himself.
"Six!" He manages with obvious strain to his voice, peeking up at Byleth as if trying to gauge what he plans to do next. He doesn't dislike this, but it's certainly different, certainly engaging with sensation he isn't entirely familiar with pursuing. Well, it's familiar in some ways, yet starkly different in other.