#consider this a sequel to my last 2 lers post

[greenticklerdreams]

You're sitting in the lap of one of your favorite lers, your back to their chest, your arms being held fast... and your other favorite ler is mercilessly attacking your entire exposed upper body. Spidering your armpits, stroking your ribs, squeezing your tummy, generally driving you crazy by tickling you all over. All you can do is squirm and laugh. When will it end? Why did you agree to this?

"Oh, you LIKE that spot, don't you?" murmurs the holding ler in your ear. "You should go back there," they say a little louder, directing it at your second ler.

"Don't backseat drive me," they say incredulously, projecting over your laughter, not stopping their tickles even as they carry on the conversation. "You think you're so smart, YOU do it."

"That's a great idea. Let me have a turn, you've been going for a while now." There's suddenly a bit of a whine in your normally teasy ler's voice, and hearing the desire in their tone sends a new rush of heat into your face.

"All right, all right. Since I'm SO generous... hand 'em over."

Limp, exhausted, gasping for breath from the tickle assault, you feel your body get passed over to the other ler, your barely ambulant form placed into your other ler's waiting arms like they're handing over a Christmas present from underneath the tree.

You don't resist as your second ler wraps their arms around you. You can't. It's too much. You look into the face of your first ler for the first time in - minutes? hours? what is time right now? - and they're grinning wickedly, eyes alight with mischief and joy as their hands move closer to your sensitive, twitching torso.

"Mmm, this is cuddly," comes the second ler's voice into your ear. "You ready for some more tickles, cutie?"

"Cuz ready or not, here I come!..." says your first ler, and their hands make contact on that spot they were just coaching their partner towards, sending you into new spasms of laughter.

You remember how long the other ler spent on you before this handoff. You've got a long way to go before they set you free...