Monday squirmed playfully. It didn't take much to coax his laughter from him. His hands came to rest on Naefuten's chest, applying a gentle pressure. A moment later, he curled himself into a sort of ball, pressed against the other. He was giggling and trying to hide his sensitive spots. It was subtle at first, the boy's hands still on Naefuten's chest started kneading, his giggles giving way to purring.