“You’re alright,” I promise. “No one’s going to hurt you.” I trail my fingers down the side of his thighs before I fold his knees and tickle the underside as well. He yelps as his eyes go wide. I don’t let up, holding his legs steady as he squirms helplessly. I wring another anguished laugh out of him, and I’m real glad that tickling wasn’t off the table. He asked for gentle sensation play, so I’m pulling out my tricks - even the mean ones.
