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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Tiger_&_Bunny
  Relationship:
      Kaburagi_T._Kotetsu_|_Wild_Tiger/Mr._Legend
  Character:
      Kaburagi_T._Kotetsu_|_Wild_Tiger, Mr._Legend
  Additional Tags:
      Pedophilia, Molestation, Kink_Meme
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-08-20 Words: 5561
****** Abrasion ******
by Sammee
Summary
     Extremely dubious Mr. Legend/shota!Kotetsu written for the kink meme
     ages ago.
     Kotetsu is excited for the opportunity to meet with his hero, and Mr.
     Legend is a little too eager to receive him.
Even though Mr. Legend hadn't spoken more than a few words to him, they were
some of the most important words he had ever been given. Just from one random
chance, one tiny moment, Kotetsu's life had totally changed. Mr. Legend had
eased his anxiousness, given him a purpose in his young and confused life, and
no matter how ridiculous it is, Kotetsu can't look at the man as anything other
than some kind of a mentor.
His parents treat it lightly, but he can tell they're relieved— after all, they
never could understand him completely, could they? He was different from them.
He could always feel it when he was young, that he was an outsider, and they
always hoped that someone who was more like him would come along to give him
what they could not. They probably never imagined that moment would actually
come. Kotetsu hadn't either. Mr. Legend was a NEXT like him, and being told
that he could be something great instead of something scary, could become a
hero... that gave him hopeful aspirations he had always been too scared to
bear.
Kotetsu follows his idol through his deeds and arrests fervently, his heart
leaping with excitement every time he reads about another of his exploits.
Faithfully he cuts them out, lining the walls of his bedroom with articles out
of the newspaper, pictures from magazines.
There's an event about NEXTs today on the second floor of the city library, and
Kotetsu arrives one whole hour early, eager for the chance to catch a glimpse
of his hero— no, the hero. By the time the talk is ready to start, Kotetsu is
surprised to find the crowd composed mostly of reporters and cameramen instead
of civilians; half-interested onlookers mix in with a few fans like him. With
this few people, Kotetsu lets a tentatively optimistic thought flit across his
mind, that maybe he'll get to speak to Mr. Legend again. He reminds himself
that a whole year has passed since then, that he would just be setting himself
up for disappointment if he was hoping that Mr. Legend would remember him. No
matter how important that event had been to him, Kotetsu was just another kid
who Mr. Legend had saved the life of and inspired.
Even with all of that in his head, when the time for questions is over and the
autographs begin, Kotetsu balks at stepping forth to speak to his idol. He's
nervous, worried. Kotetsu didn't have anything to show for Mr. Legend's
inspiration aside from silly fantasies— what if he asked about it? He couldn't
imagine what it would be like to tell Mr. Legend of all people that he was
still a loser despite everything that had happened. Oh, but Kotetsu's never
been able to get this close since that day and this grand opportunity is
fluttering in front of his eyes. It's now or never.
Kotetsu raises his eyes to catch the gaze of his idol— and finds nothing where
he'd been standing. Or maybe not. Panic starts to set in as he starts to think
how he's blown it completely, but out of the corner of his eye, Kotetsu sees
the edge of his silhouette walking into a hallway. Before a hint of rational
thought can shine through his mind, he takes off after Mr. Legend's shadow in a
flurry of adrenaline.
"Mr. Legend!" he's yelling out once he can see his back. Kotetsu almost doesn't
think he's going to turn around, but Mr. Legend stops in his step, and turns to
face him. Kotetsu is so nervous now that he’s in front of him, walking forward
to meet him, giving him his full attention. "Um," comes out uselessly. "I just,
I just wanted to tell you that I'm your biggest fan." Kotetsu winces at the
lame sounding line once it leaves his mouth. Mr. Legend probably heard that all
of the time from everyone. "You saved my life," he murmurs quietly, anxious.
Instead of berating him for chasing him down, Mr. Legend is smiling at him,
saying, as though it's another one of Kotetsu's dreams, "Didn't you help me
out, too?" His heart is beating so hard in his chest when Mr. Legend dips down
to clutch at Kotetsu's small shoulder, "I owe you one."
Kotetsu's caught halfway between I don't believe it, and I never should have
waited so long. "I just wanted to ask, if, if I could get your autograph, Mr.
Legend."
"Just an autograph?" he asks in disbelief, chuckling. Kotetsu is suddenly
discouraged by that laughter, worried that he was making an idiot out of
himself, haggling his hero for a simple autograph, but Mr. Legend reassures him
when he says, "You deserve way more than that. You saved my life." Kotetsu is
flushing hard, unsure what to do with Mr. Legend's gratitude. He was probably
just teasing him. "Instead of an autograph," he says, "how about you come on a
ride with me?"
A ride with his idol. Kotetsu's legs are weak, and now he knows this has to be
a dream. Mr. Legend prods him with a gentle 'well?' and it takes everything not
to scream "Yes!" as loud as he can. An extreme sense of giddiness overwhelms
him, and he happily follows Mr. Legend out the back entrance of the library,
and into his car.
"Where are we going?" Kotetsu finally remembers to ask. They've been on the
road for a while now, and he's getting a little nervous— he hadn't planned to
be gone for so long.
"I thought I could show you my hideout." Oh man. Any unease dissipates with
those words. His hideout. Mr. Legend was about to show Kotetsu his base. For
the rest of the trip, Kotetsu can hardly keep still, jittery with anticipation,
eyes wide. They don't get there soon enough.
It's a little less impressive than Kotetsu had expected, but this was only the
outside. Mr. Legend takes him up three floors in a surprisingly average
apartment complex, saying, "Here it is," when they reach the door. Kotetsu
holds his breath, shutting his eyes when Mr. Legend pulls out his keys and
starts to work on the door. He can hear Mr. Legend’s amusement at his antics,
then the turning of his key, and finally, the door being opened up. Kotetsu
snaps open his eyes, and gasps.
It was exactly what he had been imagining it. His masks and suit all lined up
on one wall, a large TV on the opposite wall, and a high-tech computer for
learning about criminals and communication... it was amazing. Kotetsu walks
forward into the room, turning all around to admire the different souvenirs of
Mr. Legend’s arrests, until his eyes finally rest on the large trophy case.
Plaques, he notes at first. Plaques and medals and awards that Kotetsu is
instantly drawn to, bewildered by the wonder of all these accomplishments, all
the lives that were saved by one man. Even more wonderful is the possibility
that Kotetsu, too, could accomplish something this great—, even if he was only
half as effective as Mr. Legend, he would be a great hero.
"I take it you like what you see?" Mr. Legend says, walking forward to stand
beside him, his hand once again dropping to Kotetsu's shoulder.
The touch is heavy and warm on his body, and Kotetsu turns his head up to look
at him, "Yeah! You're really amazing, you know. You've done so much for our
city." Mr. Legend's face looks pleased at his compliments, and his hand slips
further down his shoulder, brushing lightly at his bicep.
"It's not as glamorous as you think," he says, "but I don't regret it." His
fingers don't stop moving on Kotetsu's arm; he wants to shrug a little, just to
make them stay still or move entirely off of him, but he resists. "It's always
worth it when I meet a sweet child like you."
That thick texture to Mr. Legend’s voice does something to his stomach, makes
it twist with anxiety as that hand drops from his arm to the small of his back.
Kotetsu tells himself that he's being an idiot and that nothing is wrong, and
he wouldn't let his stupid, over-active imagination ruin the memory of a
lifetime. "What do you mean?" comes out of his mouth, and he gets a light grin
in response.
Those strong fingers are curling at his waist. "When you're a hero, there are a
lot of orders you have to listen to," his words are light. "You want to see
what it's like?"
No matter how odd this situation, Kotetsu can't help but be excited about it.
"Okay," he breathes out.
The first orders are pretty mundane, reporting from room to room, collecting
different things all over the apartment. Running around playing hero was
certainly nothing new to him, but when his idol was helping him with it, it was
completely different. Mr. Legend tells him to assemble in the last room of the
apartment, the only one he hasn't been in so far. The bedroom. Kotetsu doesn't
spare a second thought, faithfully obeys and walks into the large room.
"Take off your clothes." That makes Kotetsu start, and there's a near objection
sitting in his throat until Mr. Legend says, "You want to feel what it's like
to be a real hero, right?" and opens the door to his closet. Kotetsu ends up
gasping instead, lips parting in awe at the different suits there— there are at
least twenty, all around his size, too. Why there are so many suits like this
in his bedroom Kotetsu doesn't bother to consider as he steps forward to take a
look at them.
He turns his gaze up to his hero, eyes practically glowing with glee, "You mean
it, Mr. Legend? I can try on this stuff?" That draws another laugh from Mr.
Legend's throat as he reassures Kotetsu that yes, he really can.
After letting Kotetsu have a look quick at all of the costumes, Mr. Legend
looks into the closet, and pulls out a suit. He holds it out in front of
Kotetsu, as if to picture him in it. "I think this one would look good on you."
Kotetsu can't believe his luck. He happily takes the hangar from him, eyes
running over the suit before he turns to leave the room, "I'll be right back."
"Just change here," Mr. Legend says, oddly insistent, "You have a lot of others
to try on."
"B-but..." The word hangs loosely in the air as Kotetsu balks at saying
something like it's embarrassing right now, in front of Mr. Legend.
"A hero can't let something as small as this bother him," he chides. Mr. Legend
was right. Squeezing his eyes and steeling himself, Kotetsu pushes down his
pants and strips off his shirt. "Atta boy," Mr. Legend chimes in, and Kotetsu
has to admit that he had been being silly about it. Being in his underwear in
front of Mr. Legend wasn't that big of a deal.
He takes the suit off the hangar, looking at it with a little doubt once he
sees how small it is. "Will it fit?" he asks skeptically, but Mr. Legend says
it’s made out of something special, and that it would stretch even if he was a
little too big. Those words in his head, and the fact that he would get to wear
a real superhero suit before him, Kotetsu eagerly steps into it, tugging it
over his knees and hips.
"It does look a little tight," Mr. Legend says once he sees how Kotetsu is
struggling to get into the rest, and he walks forward to help him put his arms
into the sleeves. Kotetsu can finally let out a sigh of relief when the suit is
on all the way, and he zips it up. Surprisingly, even though it had been really
difficult to get into, it felt almost comfortable now that he was wearing it.
"Why don't you take a look at yourself?" Mr. Legend steers him in front of the
big mirror across from the bed and Kotetsu almost doesn't believe his eyes. The
green and blue suit covers his body snugly, and it's stunning how well he
looked the part. All he was missing was a mask. With one, Kotetsu would be left
behind and in his place would stand some sort of boy hero, he fantasizes, or
maybe even Mr. Legend's sidekick. Kotetsu can't stop his gushing words, "Thanks
so much, Mr. Legend! I'm sure you don't know how much this means to me."
"Don't say that," Mr. Legend says with another disarming smile, and pats him on
the head. "Why don't you try on another one?
Looking at the two of them standing together in the mirror is amazing, fires up
Kotetsu's confidence. "When I find one I really like," he starts boldly, "Can
we take a picture together?" Mr. Legend seems genuinely surprised and pleased,
tells him of course they can, and suggests another outfit for him to try on.
Kotetsu eagerly unzips out of the suit, pulling the clingy fabric off his body
and stepping into the next one, which thankfully is much easier to wear.
Kotetsu doesn't like it as much as the first one, and after three more costumes
he can't imagine taking a picture with Mr. Legend with, he spots one that he
instantly loves. It's white and blue, with black and yellow trimmings on it,
and Kotetsu thinks that's the one he's going to choose, the one that will make
him look like a real hero. He takes it off the hangar, but disappointingly
enough, it's even tighter and harder to get into than the first suit. Minutes
are spent struggling fruitlessly with it, trying hard to pull it over his hips
and only finding defeat.
At the sight of his frustration, Mr. Legend asks him, "You really want to try
on this one?" When Kotetsu nods, he suggests, "You might be able to fit without
your underwear." The tone of those words is completely lost on Kotetsu this
time— he's just glad that there could be an easy solution to the problem of
getting into his suit. He turns around to face away from Mr. Legend and pushes
down his briefs, suddenly feeling very embarrassed. Before it can get to him,
he pulls on the suit, managing this time to squeeze his hips into it with just
a little bit of squirming. Mr. Legend has to help him with the top part of the
suit again; his fingers lightly brush over the curve of his ass before he finds
the zipper, and pulls it up his back. "It looks good on you."
Now when Kotetsu looks in the mirror, he's absolutely caught in surprise— he
doesn't look like a sidekick in this suit— he looks like a hero. A sharp breath
and then, "I like this one the best." After another long moment of admiration,
Kotetsu pulls out his cell phone and holds it in front of the mirror. Mr.
Legend wraps his arm around Kotetsu's shoulders, giving a wide smile and a
thumbs-up, and he presses the shutter of his camera.
The light flashes, and Kotetsu can hardly wait, his heart thumping in his chest
as he inspects the photo. No one would have ever believed it if he told them,
and Kotetsu himself needs some sort of reminder that this isn't just a dream,
and this photo is that proof. He and Mr. Legend, standing together. It looked
like something that belonged on the front page of a newspaper. With a new
enthusiasm and gratefulness bright on his face, he looks at his idol. "Mr.
Legend, thank you so much. I don't know how I can ever repay you. You've done
so much for me."
"It's nothing. Let's just get you out of that suit first, huh?" Kotetsu takes
one last wistful glance toward his reflection in the mirror, and nods. Mr.
Legend eases down the zipper to his suit and steps back, watching as Kotetsu
tries his best to pull himself out of the suit.
"Oh no," Kotetsu says with horror after a minute of failing, "I think I'm
stuck."
"I'll get something to help." Mr. Legend tells him to sit on the bed, and
Kotetsu obediently does, following Mr. Legend's movements with his eyes as he
walks over to the nightstand to pull out a small bottle.
Kotetsu furrows his brow when he sees the clear ooze inside it. "What's that
for?" It looked like the hair gel his cousin used sometimes, and he has no idea
how that's supposed to help him.
"It'll make your skin slick." That makes sense. He remembers one time when a
friend got his hand stuck in the fence behind his house— they had had to use
cooking oil to slip him out of it. Hopefully it would work a lot easier though.
"Turn around." Kotetsu turns the open back of his suit toward Mr. Legend, who
takes off his gloves, and squeezes the gel onto Kotetsu's back.
He shivers at the sensation. "It's cold." Mr. Legend says that he'll be just
fine, and rubs the oil into his skin, rubbing along his shoulders as best he
can under the suit and pushing forward. After a lot of squirming and help from
Mr. Legend, Kotetsu manages to free his arms from the suit's tight grasp.
"Now for the rest," Mr. Legend says, and that's the moment that Kotetsu
remembers he's completely naked underneath it. Mr. Legend's fingers slip into
the material, slicking Kotetsu's hips and edges of his thighs before sliding
forward and doing the same to his lower stomach— and that does something weird
to Kotetsu. His objection of "don't" turns low and hesitant instead of loud and
shocked, and there's something inside him that doesn't want to argue with Mr.
Legend.
"I can do the rest myself," Kotetsu says, ignoring that weird thought. Instead
of withdrawing, Mr. Legend only tells him not to be so shy. He directs him to
tug the suit downwards as he spreads the oil, and Kotetsu listens to that
suggestion instead of repeating himself. The suit starts to come off bit by
bit, and Mr. Legend's hands start to rub at his exposed ass before pulling
away, leaving Kotetsu feeling strange.
The loud squirt from behind him quickly increases the feeling, as more fluid
from the bottle is being poured onto him, this time onto his ass. He's sure
that there is more than enough oil on him, but then it slips in between his
cheeks and a surprised noise comes from his throat. "That feels gross," Kotetsu
groans, twisting to get out of the suit a little faster. The oil's made the
fabric and his own grip slick, and now that Mr. Legend isn't helping him
anymore, he's all on his own, struggling with it. One of the hands resting at
his ass moves and, without warning, follows the flow of the liquid between his
cheeks. "Mr. Legend!" Kotetsu yelps with surprise, "W-what are you doing?"
Other than his yearly doctor's visit, he's never been touched so intimately and
in this situation, he isn't sure what to do.
"Hush," Mr. Legend says into his ear, and Kotetsu is so inclined to listen to
any guidance and do whatever he tells him to. "You said you wanted to repay me,
right?" Something is fluttering in Kotetsu's stomach when he says that in a
low, worrisome voice that he has never before heard.
"I do," Kotetsu says, clenching his eyes shut as the tip of Mr. Legend's finger
stops simply rubbing at his asshole and instead starts to push against it. A
strangled little yowl crawls out of his throat, his body tensing from the
foreign sensation.
The finger doesn't stop moving, it twists and squirms, trying to force its way
in further, and Mr. Legend is crooning, "Relax." It feels so weird and wrong,
but what can he do about it? This is Mr. Legend. Even if he was in a dangerous
situation, he was a powerful NEXT, and Kotetsu was just a child. Kotetsu takes
in a deep breath, telling his body to stop tensing and let Mr. Legend push his
finger further inside, to the second knuckle. God, it feels so strange, the
most oddest and exhausting thing Kotetsu thinks he's ever felt before; he lets
out a shuddering breath when that finger pulls out, only to be joined by
another one.
That's when a whimper comes from Kotetsu's lips, the unfamiliar sensation being
replaced by the sharp pain of his ass being spread open. Mr. Legend murmurs,
"Shhh," into the back of his neck again, nipping at the skin as his other hand
slips to the front of Kotetsu's slim body. The idea of Mr. Legend touching him
there is even more concerning than what he's currently doing, and Kotetsu can
only force out, "Please don't," before Mr. Legend's fingers are rubbing against
the crotch of his suit. Kotetsu gasps aloud, his youthful hormones already
flaring in response to Mr. Legend's massaging touch, and before long, his penis
is eagerly flagging.
His two fingers dip further into his ass, making Kotetsu groan from the painful
sensation— they push further, harder into him and tears are welling in his
eyes. "Please, Mr. Legend," Kotetsu tries to whine further, but his hero
doesn't seem to pay him any attention at this moment.
"If you hold still and be quiet, and I'll be finished quick," is all he says in
response. That makes Kotetsu swallow hard. It was better not to make a fuss.
Shouldn't he just be happy that there was something that he could do for Mr.
Legend? Even if it made him really uncomfortable, and hurt a little, if he was
a hero he would have to deal with worse things, far more painful things.
Kotetsu nods, clenching his fist tightly into the sheets of the bed, and Mr.
Legend pants, "Good boy." His breath feels hot and muggy against his ear.
Those two fingers twist and torture Kotetsu for what feels like hours, Mr.
Legend's other hand groping relentlessly at his erection. He feels a little
sick, his stomach turning with unease as Mr. Legend continues to touch him, and
once the pain starts to fade, it even starts to feel a little good. Like
jerking himself off, only better. Kotetsu's eyes fall shut, and his hips are
moving into those hands before he can stop himself, little breathy sounds spill
from his mouth without his intent. Mr. Legend only rubs harder at Kotetsu's
dick, and curls his fingers in Kotetsu's ass. That tiny movement touches
something that makes a spark of light burst behind Kotetsu's eyes, and when Mr.
Legend nudges it again, with more force, Kotetsu's voice comes out in a
strangled keening, and he climaxes into the fabric of the suit.
He's left pressing his face into the covers as he catches his breath, groaning
when Mr. Legend pulls out his fingers. Kotetsu wonders if that's all he's going
to do once the older man starts to withdraw, but when he opens his eyes, his
breath catches in his throat. He can see it in the mirror, Mr. Legend tugging
down his pants and pulling out it. Kotetsu gulps— his penis looks huge, nearly
as big as the ones he'd seen in magazines and dirty movies.
"It's time to make me feel good, too," Mr. Legend says with a moan and Kotetsu
is absolutely dreading doing so. His breath is high his throat and fast as Mr.
Legend leans forward, his eyes locked on that thick, crusty penis as it presses
against his ass and pushes inside it. Oh— the tears in his eyes finally break
free and Kotetsu sobs when he only keeps moving, cramming it further inside
him. He feels like he's being split open in two, can't stop himself from crying
shamefully into the bedclothes no matter how much Mr. Legend tries to shush
him.
"You can't become a hero if you're like this," he says finally, but instead of
it being even mildly encouraging, it's an uncomfortable, breathy groan into the
back of Kotetsu's neck. That stirs Kotetsu's pride again, what's left of it,
and he tries hard to bites down his shrieks as Mr. Legend moans, "You're so
damn tight," as he forces himself in to the hilt.
A dry rasping comes from Kotetsu’s mouth, his body shuddering violently from
the horrible feeling when Mr. Legend begins to drag his penis out of him. One
of Mr. Legend's hands peels the suit further down his hips, completely exposing
Kotetsu's spent penis to the air. His fingers wind around it fully this time,
furiously working it back into erection. Mr. Legend curses into his ear, tells
him how good he feels, and Kotetsu just wants him to feel so good that it's
over with already.
It goes so awfully slow at first, Mr. Legend rocking shallow thrusts in and out
of Kotetsu's tight ass that have him gritting his teeth harder. He tries so
hard not to look in the mirror, not to lock onto the sight of Mr. Legend's
penis entering him and pulling out, instead trying to relax, relax, relax and
then maybe it won't hurt so much.
He's so damn thankful when that point finally comes, when his muscles have
eased up enough for Mr. Legend's thrusts to gradually increase in speed. They
still sting, and Kotetsu's gut aches from the inside out with every vicious
thrust that Mr. Legend delivers, but they don't hurt nearly as much as they
used to. Mr. Legend raises Kotetsu's ass higher in the air and thrusts, and
Kotetsu's eyes widen in surprise when that ache changes. The head brushes
against something inside him, that spot from earlier that had made him come so
quickly, and Mr. Legend nails it again and again.
Kotetsu is gasping for air, shocked at how much the pain fades when Mr. Legend
touches it, and how, when paired with the stroking at his penis, it feels
almost pleasant instead of horrible. At the end of Mr. Legend's next thrust,
Kotetsu literally writhes against the bed, prompting a laugh and a breathy
murmur, "You like that, huh, you little slut?"
That feels so wrong coming from Mr. Legend, lecherous and shameful and ruining
everything he ever believed in, but like this, he can't even argue with it. The
only thing that comes out of his mouth are little moans and groans of pain and
pleasure, as he twists his hips and arches his back further, aiming for more of
that sensation to make this bearable.
Kotetsu whimpers loudly when Mr. Legend starts to pound his ass harder, his
eyes opening to look at the reflection on the mirror again, watching how his
idol humps him like a wild animal, huffing and puffing with every movement. His
sweat soaks Kotetsu's skin as Mr. Legend presses his face into the crook of his
neck, gripping tighter at the back of one thigh, urging Kotetsu to spread his
legs. He's in no condition to object, spreads his thighs as far apart as he can
while remaining on his knees. Mr. Legend reaches out to put both hands to the
bedspread and Kotetsu nearly whines once he stops touching his cock. But the
angle is different, better, and even as he's being nearly smothered under Mr.
Legend, his body responds to every thrust.
"Your tight little ass is so good. Does my dick feel good, too?" Mr. Legend
huffs with amusement, riding him even more intensely, thrusting so deeply into
his ass that Kotetsu can't even make a sound, just wordlessly gaping like a
fish without air.
Mr. Legend sits back on his haunches again. Kotetsu takes in a thankful breath
now that he isn't under so much pressure, but that breath is stunted when Mr.
Legend delivers a sharp, piercing thrust that hurts more than it feels good.
Kotetsu winces as he only continues his onslaught, breath growing more and more
ragged between curses and groans. "Oh shit," Mr. Legend finally breathes,
speeding up his thrusts with force and urgency until he suddenly pulls out.
Kotetsu doesn't expect the action at all, especially doesn't expect Mr. Legend
to grab him by the arm and tug him toward him. Kotetsu gets to see it fully
then, the wet and swollen shaft of his hero's penis, twitching as Mr. Legend
strokes it fervently and lets himself go with a stuttered groan right on
Kotetsu's face.
Kotetsu's left feeling confused and repulsed, wiping at the sticky fluid with a
disgusted expression as Mr. Legend simply watches him, panting heavily. Before
he can finish cleaning himself off completely, Mr. Legend reaches forward again
with a sweaty palm, turning Kotetsu fully onto his back. His aching penis is
hard and begging to come, to be rewarded after all that torture and Mr. Legend
eyes it with such intensity that Kotetsu feels embarrassed. After a long
moment, Mr. Legend dips down and takes the whole thing in his mouth and Kotetsu
forgets all about the mess on his face, his doubts, what just happened,
everything, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as Mr. Legend sucks him hard. He
bucks into that mouth, letting out a loud mix between a cry and a moan as Mr.
Legend twists his head, licking the entire length of his dick as he increases
the suction.
"Mr. Legend," Kotetsu whines, not knowing what to do or say other than please,
his fingers reaching down to force his mouth impossibly further on his penis.
It feels so wet and hot that Kotetsu can't think of anything else other than
how good it is and how much he wants to come. He starts to shift his hips,
thrusting into Mr. Legend's mouth, begging and moaning for anything and
everything and then, "Oh, God.” When Kotetsu's orgasm rips through him, his
sight goes pure white and every muscle in his body tenses so hard, just to
relax completely once he's spilled his release. Mr. Legend's cleaning tongue
against his penis hurts, he's so sensitive, but other than the tiny whimper
that escapes, there's exhaustion, pure and simple. His body feels like it's
made entirely out of jelly, and Kotetsu closes his eyes for just a second, to
rest them as he catches heaving breaths— and then he's fallen asleep.
He doesn't know how much time has passed, only registers himself lying on a bed
and being too tired to open his eyes. Mr. Legend! Kotetsu opens his eyes wide
and he sits up from his nap, utterly shocked to find himself not in Mr.
Legend's bedroom anymore, but his own. He must have taken Kotetsu home after—
that. He doesn't know what to think of it as, something halfway between good
and bad; his body burns when he recalls the bliss he felt, and winces when he
recalls the pain. To be honest, he doesn't know how to feel about his idol
anymore, all of his pretenses and childish notions of heroes broken apart by
the sound of those harsh gasps, the feeling of his hard penis in his ass. But
he had been Mr. Legend for sure. He had remembered Kotetsu, encouraged him
further about his goal to become a hero, and they had even taken pictures
together.
At that thought, Kotetsu dives for his cell phone on the nearby nightstand,
unhooking it from the charger as he opens up the image folder. The newest
picture was— his cat. Kotetsu doesn't believe it. That picture had been taken
yesterday. He scours his whole phone for the picture he took and finds
absolutely nothing. Not even the pictures from the media event were there.
Did... did they all get deleted somehow?
A knock at the door startles him out of his thoughts, and it swings open to
reveal his mother standing there. "I'm back from work. Did you go to that event
with Mr. Legend you were looking forward to?"
He almost answers yes, but after a thought, it all becomes horribly clear.
"No," he says slowly, and when he does everything makes far more sense that
what had happened in his memories. "I ended up sleeping through it." It was all
a long, horrible dream.
"Well, there will always be another one. I'll be in the living room," she says
finally, and closes the door behind her.
No matter how exciting of an experience the beginning of his dream had been,
the latter half frightened and worried him considerably. Kotetsu is honestly
relieved to learn that it was all just a dream. In fact, he feels a little
gross now that he knows it was all his imagination. Mr. Legend certainly was
important to him, but doing something like that with him... he felt like he was
dirtying his hero's name.
After a moment of consideration, Kotetsu frowns and decides to take a shower,
wash off all of those dirty thoughts and the uncomfortable sweat the dream had
left on him. But even as he washes and dries himself, Kotetsu doesn't notice
the light, finger-shaped bruises fading right beneath his buttocks.
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