“Rey, no, stop tickling!” Laertes squeals, a rare development because unlike any other lover Reynaldo has had, he can’t get enough of being tickles and usually screams for more. Rey grins deviously and tests it just a little further, but the moment Laerts is able to catch his breath his hand darts out to seize his wrist. “I said stop,” he says with a growl at the back of his throat that turns Rey’s knees to jelly, “but I’m feeling merciful so perhaps your punishment will be enjoyable for both of us, hmm?”