Frumpy Umpy Umpkin

Soft Spot

He shook his head instead of answering with a verbal response. Oh well, his squeals and chuckles were answer enough. Fjord traced along his jawline, making him shake his head frantically as he squealed. He let out a playful growl, burying his face in his neck and delivering a flurry of tickle bites that drove poor Caleb up the wall. His slowly growing tusks were absolutely evil and the added scruff only worsened the situation. Caleb shrieked before falling into bright cackles.

"I believe he asked you a question," Fjord purred, using a single finger to wiggle under his chin. A choking, almost hissing sound left his lips before more giggles streamed out. He tucked himself into his neck, giving him a double chin. Caleb's reactions were always the best.

"Fuhuhuck yohou! I-I'm nohohot answering thahahat!" Fjord gasped and let his jaw drop, and Caleb just knew he was in trouble.

"You kiss your mother with that mouth?" he asked, letting go of him and wrestling him down to the mattress. The hold was still relatively comfortable; they didn't want to cause him to pull a muscle or anything. Fjord sat with his legs atop Caleb's arms, folding the calves underneath to lock them between the muscle, and his head rested in the half orc's lap.

He stared up at the both of them, eyes sparkling and chest heaving as a nervous grin remained plastered on his face. "N-no... but I kiss yours."

"Oh you little-" Fjord's face was contorted in slightly exaggerated anger, but he still failed to hide the evil grin on his face. Molly had doubled over from his own laughing fit at Caleb's answer. Fjord reached down and clawed into his ribs, making him arch his back with a loud shriek.

"Nohoho wahait please! I take it bahahack!" his half hearted apology breaks into loud giggles as Fjord attacks his ribs. "Yeah I fuckin' bet you do, but it's a little late for that. Now you gotta suffer the consequences," he growled in his ear playfully.

Molly drilled his thumbs in Caleb's hips, making him buck with a loud screech. "Is it really a consequence if he likes it?" he teased. He didn't think it was possible, but Caleb's face got even redder.

"Ihihi doho nohohot! Shut thehe hehehell up!" he snapped through his incessant giggling. His legs scrambled atop the mattress.

"It's okay buddy, practically everyone knows you don't exactly hate it," Fjord pointed out rather smugly. Caleb whined through his laughter and shook his head, his blush well overtaking his face by now.

"Nehehehein! Thehey do nohohot!" he denied, closing his eyes so he wouldn't have to look at their stupid smug faces.

"Might I list the reasons why everyone in The Mighty Nein, including yourself, knows that you enjoy this?" Molly purred, laying between his legs and resting his chin atop Caleb's belly. It was constantly bouncing up and down from the force of his hysterics, and Mollymauk had to admit it was an endearing sight to see his entire body shake with laughter. The stubble on his chin only tickled Caleb more, leaving a shy, twitchy smile in its wake. He used one finger at each side to draw lazy shapes and patterns on his sides. Caleb squirmed desperately, a very giggly whimper slipping out as he tried to twist out of the hold. When he "failed" to escape, he swore under his breath in Zemnian.

"Well for starters, you're always grumpy. Or at least you don't look happy. I don't think we'd ever hear you laugh if we didn't do this at least once a week," he noted. Caleb shook his head, face scrunched as he tried to fight off his giggles. The touch was light and never ending and Caleb didn't know if it was worse than the ruthless attack from moments ago.