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Tokio wasn’t the sort of boy who felt shame easily, but he’d sooner swallow needles than talk about this particular habit of his.
Saika let him have time with his hero periodically, “for morale.” He was thankful she didn’t have any interest in checking up on him during his little visits. He could only hope that Kite himself wouldn’t have any recollection of them when he woke up, or that he would be the most understanding hero ever.
Because every time Tokio sat next to Kite’s crystalized body, he would ramble about all of his deepest secrets and darkest fears.
“I know you’re really important,” Tokio said, pulling at the grass growing by Kite’s feet. “So, normally you’d have better things to do than listen to me rambling. Like saving the world! And killing bad guys!”Of course Kite didn’t respond, suspended in a graceful pose as he was. Tokio sighed.“I’m sorry I got you crystalized,” Tokio set a hand on the crystal covering Kite’s shin, cool and smooth to the touch. “I promise, I’m gonna get you out of this!”On a whim, he leaned his cheek against Kite. It was oddly soothing even if he couldn’t really touch his idol.“If it were you, I bet you would’ve fixed everything already.”
Looking up at Kite, he seemed just as legendary as always, even if he was
right there.
A figure larger than life, not that much older than Tokio, but so much more confident, and powerful, and experienced, and handsome.
That last thought had Tokio flushing and pushing off the crystal to sit about a foot away, instead. “You’re amazing,” Tokio said with a sigh. “I can’t even talk to myself without getting embarrassed like this. I bet you know all about… dating, and stuff. I bet you don’t even stutter in front of your crush. I mean, you’re the leader of the dotHackers! There’s nothing you can’t do.”Nothing except save himself at the moment, of course. Tokio stood up, brushed off his pants, and leaned towards Kite’s face, trying to see a spark of recognition in his eyes. Anything.But no, Kite looked as glazed and unconscious and frozen as always. Those deep, dark, blue eyes were captivating, set in the determined expression he’d worn while trying to protect Tokio, who was abruptly feeling even more embarrassed. When he looked down, however, he saw Kite’s iconic red outfit, and just being so close to it made Tokio’s breath catch.Up was also dangerous; Kite’s teal-blue hair looked incredibly soft under his hat, and Tokio longed to reach out to touch it, so badly that his fingertips bumped the crystal again before he knew what he was doing.“No,” Tokio told himself sternly. “I might be a teenage boy, but I’m not that shameless!”No one responded to him. The area was empty, even the blue sky above him devoid of clouds or birds.“Kite would want me to be brave, a true hero, so when I free him he can thank me and we can fight together, side by side. And true heroes don’t - don’t - ”Rub off on their childhood idols?Just the thought, even unvoiced, had Tokio covering his face with both his hands. That wasn’t enough, however, so he pulled off his goggles to wipe at his forehead and drag his fingers through his red hair.This was far from the first time he’d thought about how attractive Kite was. In fact, there had been many nights when he’d lay alone in his bed, and feel himself get embarrassingly hard. Sometimes he had no choice but to slip his hand into his pajamas and imagine how much more confident Kite would be, how he would wrap his hand around Tokio without hesitating, maybe a light chuckle in his voice -
Uh-oh. Now Tokio had a much more pressing problem than just persistent
thoughts
. No one was around, except for Kite, of course. He could just let the awkward bulge in his pants fade away on its own, but, well.
One shuffling step, then two, then three, and Tokio was practically pressed up against Kite. His palms framed Kite’s cheeks, unable to touch the warm skin, but so
close.
Humiliation and arousal bubbled up in his belly and made him feel a bit queasy. Not enough to stop him from leaning in those final inches and kissing the crystal over Kite’s lips, though.
He hadn’t had a first kiss yet, unless you counted a tiny peck on the cheek some girl had given him way back in first grade. “Kite…” He whispered, breath fogging the crystal. “What do you kiss like? I bet your lips are so soft, I…”Once he’d begun monologuing to himself about the possibilities, Tokio couldn’t seem to bring himself to stop.“W-wish you could kiss me, Kite.” He pressed closer, shivering as his shirt rode up and his navel was exposed to the cool surface. “You would know exactly what to do. Even if I felt clumsy, you’d reach up, pet my hair,” here, Tokio did as he said, but his own hand on his head didn’t feel quite right, “and tell me it’s okay. And - and you’d get me so, s-so riled up, I wouldn’t be able to think about it too much.”Biting his bottom lip, Tokio brushed his fingertips against his own mouth lightly. “Would you bite me, Kite? I think, um, I think I would like that.” He certainly liked the way his own teeth felt digging into his skin, even if it made him feel more filthy than usual to indulge in that.Tokio was still lanky with puberty, long-limbed and baby-faced, but he felt almost like he could believe in his fantasy in that moment. Unconsciously, his hips began to grind into the unforgiving surface, and his breath fogged the crystal as his fingers forced his mouth open gently.Which would be better, he wondered; his fingers in Kite’s mouth, or Kite’s fingers in his? He thought it would be the latter, since he liked the weight against his jaw. He drooled quite a bit at the thought, and the sensation of soft skin rubbing his tongue. Kite would be amazing with his tongue, Tokio was sure, but he wanted to be the one to show Kite he could do a good job.For that matter, what if Kite wanted him to use his mouth… differently?The whole time he was mulling this over, Tokio was humping Kite more and more shamelessly, more and more frantically. His dick felt too sensitive, forced tiny pained sounds from his throat, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop indulging in that dry pressure.Just because Tokio didn’t have experience didn’t mean he was completely ignorant. He knew what a hickey was; some of his classmates had even come to school with poorly hidden ones.M-marking Kite like that, oh, he really shouldn’t think about it. But even so he pulled his fingers out and instead bit the inside of his wrist, gasped around it at the sharp pain which didn’t feel nearly as bad as it should’ve. His hips bucked, dick still trapped in his pants and bumping painfully into the crystal. Uncaring, he suckled his wrist, just softly, before he remembered that he shouldn’t leave any mark of what he was doing which might clue Saika in.There were things he could do which she would have no way of noticing, though. Things like slipping his hand behind his back, letting his legs tremble until Kite was taking all of his weight. His fingers weren’t the most slick they’d ever been, with no vaseline on hand, but it wouldn’t be the first time Tokio let his hormones urge him into rushing things. He pressed his middle finger against the pucker of his entrance, and held his breath.“Kite,” he gasped. “Kite, Kite, I want - ” There was a slight burn, but it was almost unnoticeable under the pleasant heat in his gut. He was trapped between continuing to frot against the unconscious Kite and breaching himself. Lowering his gaze, he eyed Kite’s pants.Wished those pants were tighter, so he could see what was under them. Or even better, wished they were off -“I’m b-being ridiculous,” he stuttered when his finger thrust in sharply. “Ha, imagine you fighting without clothes - not that y-you need armor, Kite, so amazing, so fast, no one can catch you.”That dexterity would translate into Kite fingering him open, he was sure. Kite would make him gasp too much to use his mouth for anything else, and he wouldn’t be mad when Tokio lost his focus, because the reactions would be enough for Kite to praise him, tell him he was doing a good job, being a good boy.
Taking those fingers so well, relaxing nice and quickly for Kite. Not that he would rush things, no, that wasn’t the case at all. Tokio could imagine how he would lean down, whisper into Tokio’s ear so that his warm breath washed over it and sent goosebumps raising all down Tokio’s arms.
You can touch me too,
he would say.
Scissoring the two fingers inside himself, Tokio nodded in response to words that were only in his head. But the embarrassment was fading away, finally, leaving only the fantasy and the sweet rushing of blood in his veins. His dick twitched, staining the front of his pants with a small, wet spot of precome.
Little Tokio,
he imagined Kite saying.
So cute and innocent. Do you want me to take you apart?
“Yes,” he gasped. Crooking his fingers had his spine arching, his balance shifting so he almost fell into the spiky base of the crystal and had to catch himself with one trembling hand on Kite’s face. “Please, Kite, t-teach me - ”That sentence could’ve had so many endings. Teach me to be a good hero, that was the one he was thinking of most often these days. But right now, in this moment.“Teach me how to make you feel good.”He imagined Kite laying him down on the grass, imagined the sun-warmed earth under his back as Kite stripped him down entirely. It had him pulling at his own clothes, though his shirt was still hanging open around his shoulders and his pants tangled around his ankles when he got too impatient to bother with it anymore.Already, his fingers were drying off all sticky. Spit really wasn’t the best thing to use for this. He stuck them back in his mouth, tasted a musk that had his eyes widening.Not an unpleasant flavor, to his shock. But unlike anything he’d ever tasted before, and his imagination was already running wild, so.What would it be like if Kite took off his pants and sat on Tokio’s face?
Oh, if he’d ever thought of himself as
dirty
before, he had a whole new metric for it now. And yet he lingered on the concept, since he had wanted to
use
his mouth, after all. And it felt so good when he ribbed slick fingers against his entrance, so wouldn’t it make Kite feel good, too?
To circle his tongue around, get Kite dripping, push it in just a bit and find out if heroes tasted different. To try to make Kite cry out his name.Two fingers didn’t feel like enough, when Tokio pushed them back in, so he added a third.Should he finger Kite, too? But that felt like too much, even in a fantasy. He wanted Kite to - to, when he was done making sure Tokio was open for him - oh, he didn’t know if he could finish the thought, just yet. But if he wasn’t fingering Kite, then what should he do, when he was done licking such a filthy place? He couldn’t kiss Kite again.
Can you breathe alright, little spark?
He flushed at his own made up nickname, but nodded again. He thought he might like being a little short of breath around Kite, anyway.
Do you want me to fill you up?
Nerves made his belly feel wobbly, made him unsure if he was ready for that final step yet, but then he realized Kite’s cock would be. Right. There.Tokio could lick his balls - his own breath shuddered when he rolled his in his palm, so a mouth on them would feel even better, he imagined. Hot and wet. Sort of like how his ass was around his fingers, except he’d have to be careful of his teeth when Kite pulled away, turned around, stroked his hair and guided his dick in.
So brave,
Kite would whisper to him as he’d fight his gag reflex.
For some reason, that was what finally broke him. Tokio’s tangled legs wobbled and he fell backwards, barely managed to stop himself from getting winded, though the ground was soft enough to not hurt him. He lost the thread of the fantasy, too focused on the fact that he could almost feel Kite’s eyes on him as he touched himself.So he fell back on the one thing he’d imagined more times than he could count. He wrapped one hand around his dick, thrust his fingers in to his ass hard and fast, rocked his hips and thought of what it would be like to have Kite fuck him.Seeing Kite like that, sweaty and flushed and smiling, because of course he would smile to comfort Tokio when things got overwhelming, that would ruin him. No one else would ever do if Tokio got a chance to be with his idol like that.“Slow down, slow down,” Tokio begged no one, and didn’t slow either of his hands’ movements against his apparent wishes. Tears spilled down his cheeks at the overstimulation.It would be even more if Kite were actually there, touching him. He could lick Tokio’s nipples, or bite his neck, or hold his wrists down. Or, or, or.Maybe it was a good thing Kite was floating, unconscious, encased in crystal. Because now Tokio had a more terrifying prospect than being rejected by his hero: he could be ruined, for everyone else, with only a single night. Or a day, considering the bright sun above them both.Predictably, Tokio didn’t last very long after that. He came with his back arched, his eyes scrunching shut and a shout on his lips. He couldn’t hear past the rush of blood in his ears, sweet release going through his body in wave after wave. His toes curled, his mouth opened, and his cheeks burned.All in all, one of his better orgasms. He lay panting in the grass with come cooling in streaks on his chest and pooling on his belly, unwilling to get up just yet. He was young, so he didn’t need long to recover, but now that his head was clearer, well.Kite’s empty gaze on his body felt a lot less like admiration, and a lot more like condemnation.He’d gotten his idol into a predicament only Tokio could save him from, and here he was, masturbating instead of fighting.From far away, he thought he heard a whisper. Whether it was his imagination or Kite somehow reaching out to him, he still sat straight upwards with a gasp, his nudity and guilt both forgotten.
It’ll be okay, Tokio. I believe in you. You can win!
Tokio covered both his eyes, unsure how to respond to that. He felt overheated, not with attraction now, but with, with something else, he wasn’t sure what the name for it was, but. But he. Oh, he was crying, wasn’t he?
“Thank you, Kite,” he whispered. “I can win. I
will
win. I’ll save you, and the whole rest of the world, while I’m at it. Just you watch.” He took a deep breath. Endorphins and hormones could be a lot, but he felt invigorated. Morale, indeed. “Just you watch.”