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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Big_Hero_6_(2014)
  Relationship:
      Hiro_Hamada/Alistair_Krei
  Character:
      Hiro_Hamada, Alistair_Krei
  Additional Tags:
      Kreihiro, Age_Difference, PWP
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-03-22 Completed: 2015-03-27 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 5749
****** Missed Call ******
by FionasEmbrace
Summary
     (1) Missed Call .iI [|||] 9:32PM
     Sender: Hiro Hamada
     +142165236492
     Time: 3:54PM
Notes
     This was originally meant to be another chapter to After Hours, but
     it turned out kinda long, and different.
     As of 3/24/2015 I reworked it a bit. Now it's a standalone fic.
     Skip to chapter 2 for something short and silly
     No harm is intended by this literary work describing fictional
     characters
***** Chapter 1 *****
The social after the tech summit went longer than he expected. The chauffeur
let him off at his home, where he came in and hung up his coat. Housekeeper
wasn't in today. He disliked having to attend too many of these ceremonial
things, usually black-tie events, since they locked him away from getting any
actual work done. No doubt he had a pile of work e-mails to come home to. He
absentmindedly untied his tie, leaving it undone and draped around his neck,
collapsing down at his desk to- hopefully, quickly- check the e-mails on his
phone. Yes, as advertised. He went through the unread ones one by one, flagging
the ones that required any action from him.
He used to have simple, clear-cut ideas about right and wrong. He was attracted
to the right people and he understood why. Like any good entrepreneur, he got
everything he set out to gain. He could point out where what exactly his
threshold was for making a buck. This many years in something as cutthroat as
the technology sector made that a given. The innovation that came out of Krei
Tech was the product of hard work, a labor of love that he himself built. It
didn't matter whether it scaled to a multi-billion-dollar corporation. He could
claim some degree of honesty behind all of it.
But, that was a long time ago.
The night air was cold on the way to the door. He wasn't actually in
Sanfransokyo the last few days, until arriving home this evening. The tech
summit belonged to another college, not SFIT. Was it really the first time
being away from Hiro, for more than a few days? It was hard to stop thinking
about it. His mind wandered, dwelling on that young botfighter, as he went
through the e-mail nearly automatically. He thought of how little understood
the things Hiro was hoping to gain, and why he treated him like he did.
All he ever wanted was those microbots. Even one fraction of their AI routine
would have been enough. When he first laid it out to Hiro and was shot down, he
knew better than to give up. He tried to ply him with more money. A better
deal. Of course, nothing worked- that was, until Hiro got a hold of his
personal line. And that's when he discovered it- that kid wasn't like other
people.
Was he... was he propositioning him?
Alistair Krei, the CEO billionaire himself? He wanted favors from Krei- you
know, a little something. Mostly in the form of blowjobs whenever Hiro wanted
it. The whole thing was deeply offensive to him. He didn't understand how he
first agreed to it, except that he needed those microbots so damn much. Hiro
was too young to be asking him for this, and Krei always considered himself
above doing this sort of thing. No one else had ever dared to treat him this
way.
All the man's real-life experiences with Hiro so far were so fucking
humiliating. They consisted of him, helplessly on his knees, a cock in his
mouth and cum filling up his insides, utterly degrading himself. Servicing Hiro
like someone desperate. Trading sexual favors for simply a glimmer of an
opportunity at access to Hiro's genius. Especially in the beginning, it was
just a means to a hopeful end. He couldn't admit being so much as physically
attracted to Hiro. After all, he was just some snotty fourteen-year-old kid.
What was there to like? And when Hiro started asking for sex in exchange for
keeping his interest in Krei's business deal, he was ready to straight up say
no. Why, because it was a ridiculous idea. But, damn if he let the competitor
or the university get him first. No way in hell he got where he was today, if
he wasn't ruthless and willing to do anything. By letting the best technologies
slip away from his company.
And so he remembered when it all started, it felt incredibly very cold and
transactional. The businessman couldn't say he had a lot of experience sucking
dicks. He knew roughly what to do, and that was kind of it. As messed up and
unhealthy as it was- agreeing to a sex act that repulsed him- he was determined
to do it and get it over with. Fortunately, by the time Hiro ever anticipated
getting it, he was already hard, so it took some of the edge off. But Hiro
rarely did much to help him. He just sort of sat there, stroking the man's face
lovingly, waiting for all of it to get dutifully served to him. When that young
cock first entered his lips, it felt strange and foreign. He wasn't sure if he
should go fast, or slow, or how much to use his hands. The very first time, it
didn't matter at all, because Hiro came immediately upon being sheathed in
anything hot and wet. The cum filled up Krei's mouth and took him by surprise.
Naturally, this was a consequence of his age and his peaking hormones. This
would have almost been a source of relief for the nervous businessman. Almost.
But he could immediately go again. And again. Because Krei did agree to give
unlimited blowjobs on demand, he did it. Even if he didn't like the taste of
semen, and found it obscene and unpleasant. Even if he didn't like the feeling
of that cock- fuck, how was it that big, on a kid like that?- being shoved
right to his throat, making his eyes water. Even if he didn't like the way Hiro
looked down at him, expectantly, when he was sucking it. Even if he wanted to
preserve what tiny, precious shred of his dignity there still was and put a
stop to this. Because somewhere, deep down, he believed he still had a chance
at winning Hiro over and getting his hands on those microbots.
The first handful of times, Krei was not aroused at all. When Hiro's dick went
past his lips, it truly was something routine and mechanical, a means to a
hopefully profitable end. Hiro looked, sometimes, too- down at the crotch of
Krei's suit pants. Only a flaccid adult's penis was ever underneath. He didn't
think too much about what he was doing. He experimented with what would elicit
the best response out of Hiro, along with trying the kinds of things Krei
himself would like. Sometimes, he would just focus on licking the tip, fighting
it with his tongue. Sometimes, he would fondle Hiro's balls or suck them while
jerking the shaft above. Back then, he hoped Hiro would never ask him to stick
his fingers in and penetrate, since he had mentioned liking prostate orgasms
before. How could someone so casually mention that? When he was Hiro's age, he
supposed people were more innocent, because he didn't even know what the hell
that was.
And then it happened. There was one day, where Hiro was so much more into it
than usual. Maybe the man was unknowingly doing something differently. Every
time he drew the length down, just into his throat, Hiro thrust his hips back
upward into it, trying to get just that last half an inch in. He was loud about
it, moaning under Krei's touch and saying all kinds of things. He looked like
someone in complete ecstasy, trembling and melting under the bewildered man's
fingers. Maybe, Krei was getting better at this. It damn well made sense, given
the number of times he'd done it. Seeing Hiro like this did something for his
ego, despite himself. He couldn't say he didn't feel anything. He started
wanting to see more of Hiro, climaxing into Krei's own mouth and hands. The man
had felt his face flush, and a small, shameful diversion of his bloodflow down
there. He was only slightly erect, nothing that showed. But all the same, he
never foresaw a side of him like this. As someone who could get off on giving
head. To someone like the one in front of him, no less. When that huge flood of
young seed washed his mouth, now, he didn't find it altogether disgusting
anymore. It was a little bit hot. He couldn't understand himself, and didn't
know what that meant about him.
Each time after that, more and more, he felt like swallowing more of the boy's
cum put a spell over him. It made him want Hiro. Even if the arousal he got was
very slight, it made him enjoy sucking the boy's cock, despite himself. He
wondered if there was any real science to this, or if it was purely
psychological. If there was some element of human semen that could do this to
him, hooking him in like this, something the more rational science-enthusiast-
part-of-himself ruled out. He felt addicted to the boy's cum, even though he
couldn't admit altogether enjoying sucking dick. It was complicated. And all
the more shameful, and how much it aggravated him, the way Hiro kept slapping
the man's face whenever it suited him, pinching his nose to get him to swallow,
and generally making it obvious how much the CEO was being used. The last time
was the worst, in terms of how obvious Krei's reaction to it was. The second
load of cum into his mouth was what did it. Holy, there was so much, and he
didn't immediately swallow it down- he had time to savor it a bit. It was
somehow, the taste, the feeling, the whole experience of it- it gave him a
boner. That time, a really obvious one, full-mast. Hiro noticed, and fucking
commented on it, holy shit. It was embarrassing. He hadn't yet accepted any of
this, to himself.
He needed to stop thinking about the last time. He looked down. Well, now he
was hard. Great. So much for getting any work done, now. He went through the
rest of the e-mails on his work phone, replied to everyone important, skimmed
over all the company's latest robot schematic proposals. Checked his calendar
and appointments for tomorrow. Their latest product release had launched, and
the tech division was no longer in crunch mode, so that was good. Maybe, he
could get away with not having to stay at the office tomorrow evening- wouldn't
that be something.
All the company matters were taken care off. The next natural thing was to pick
up his personal phone. It was always Hiro that messaged him, not the other way
around. Usually something brief, telling Krei he wanted to meet for an
'intellectual property negotiation' or some other hilarious euphemism for
whatever this was.
Or, to simply tell Krei, not ask, the botfighter was coming to the campus
headquarters to get something from him. Other times, it wasn't just words.
Suggestive pictures accompanied the messages. In one, Hiro with his shirt
pulled up a little bit- another, of himself unbuckling his belt- or another
one, with his pants down and his clearly-defined package through his underwear.
With an obvious erection underneath. Hiro wanted to send him things that were
pretty explicit, but didn't, on account of it causing all kinds of problems.
Some of the ones he did send were kind-of pushing it, though.
And then, he saw the 'new message' notification from not long earlier that day.
Must have missed it when he was busy at work. Sure enough, it was another nice
message from Hiro. It went something like, 'missed you a little this time. krei
I would like to arrange a tech consultation through your office Reason: it's
isn't going to suck itself'. Thoughtful, eloquent.
There was an attachment. Better not open it. He put down his phone, sighed, and
picked it back up. He opened it. And then eyes shot open, unable to break away.
Oh, for fuck's sake. It was a video, this time, of Hiro from the neck down. At
least, he was pretty sure it was him. A thin body, wearing a red T-shirt and
khaki cargo pants, laying down, relaxing on what appeared to be his bed. It
looked like one hand was holding the camera, and the other one was free to-
...to- god damn it, he should just close this right now. Instinctively, he
paused it, but then un-paused it. The boy's hand slid up his shirt, bunching it
up past his navel, revealing a bit of his perfect skin, and slender form. And
then lower, sliding his pants down just below his hips. It gave him a view of
his underwear, some nice, brand-name boxer-briefs, fitted, giving him an eyeful
of the outline of his package. Krei gulped. Maybe this was just some suggestive
underwear commercial he was sending him.
Or, maybe not. In the video, the boy's hand slid down lower, disappearing under
the underwear. He appeared to mess around a little down there- couldn't see
exactly what he was doing- just, not too much before his hand resurfaced.
Instead, he just rubbed his hand over beside his package, just avoiding it, but
touching his skin, especially his smooth thighs. He heard heavy breathing, and
saw the erection twitch underneath the layer of fabric. The boy thrust his hips
upward, more desperately now, fucking the empty air with his clothed dick. Krei
almost couldn't handle this. This was so obscene. He heard the breathing get
faster, and more ragged. The boy rubbed over his thighs a bit faster, and
scrunched up his underwear over himself then pulled it taught. Thrusting his
hips upward a few more times until his body started trembling. What the... The
man squinted in disbelief. He saw it, through the underwear- a wet spot. No.
After the boy finished writhing around on the bed, he relaxed back down on the
comforter. His hand disappeared once more underneath the waistband, and- while
he still couldn't see what was underneath- there was what looked like come on
his fingers. He fucking jizzed in his underpants, filmed it and sent it to him.
Krei swallowed, and put the phone down. Great time for a cold shower, or a nice
walk outside to just walk it off. He slunk back on his chair, looking at his
phone. He shouldn't have gotten so hot and bothered by the video. But... damn.
Besides, he was a red-blooded man with needs. He briefly thought to send a
reply to Hiro, but didn't really know what to say. He wished he could just walk
this whole situation off, clear his head. Look at something else, something
nice, like Krei Tech's stock price or the company's earnings posted from last
quarter. There must be other ways of getting to Hiro than being a sexual outlet
for him. But, damn. Seriously. He didn't understand himself anymore. This was
all too powerful to ignore. Instead, he slipped out of his suit suspenders,
unzipped his trousers and touched himself a bit while looking at the pictures.
Just a bit slowly. Experimentally.
After instinctively closing his eyes, relaxing himself, he opened them again
just to get another salacious eyeful of the phone. Having it in front of him
made it feel all the more real. As he got further into it, he started to stroke
himself a bit faster, and more evenly, using his fingers to caress the head. As
pre-come started to leak out, it lubricated his hand and made the sensation
even better. His mind wandered as he gazed at the pictures, absently. Sure, it
was almost like the real thing. Except, here, he could project Hiro into any
sort of fantasy he wanted. The way it unfolded in his mind's eye was so
different from anything he'd done in real life. In particular, he didn't have
to imagine being stuck in some sort of one-sided, indentured-sexual-servitude
relationship, like how it always was.
It would start out with him blowing Hiro, like always, with pink cock entering
his lips, like he was used to so many times. Maybe, Hiro would be a bit more
eager than usual, thrusting up into the man's face. Harder, and faster. He
could read Hiro like a book by now, and it was obvious when he was about to
come. In his fantasy, he didn't have any of these weird obligations to fulfill.
He knew just what he would do. Right at that crucial moment, he would stop
everything and pull right off of Hiro's dick. Sure, Hiro would get annoyed, get
a bit angry, from being teased so close to the edge to have Krei not follow
through. Never yet had the gall to attempt something like that. Just as Hiro
would take hold of the man's head, in an attempt to anxiously shove it back
onto his cock, Krei could turn everything around, and pry those little fingers
off of his head. He would swallow Hiro's cum on his terms. Or, maybe not at
all, if he didn't feel like it. Hiro's erection would be left aching, dripping,
unfulfilled, still jutting out of his thin hips. The boy's eyes, he could just
picture them clouded with frustration and anger and desire. How dare he. And
with just as much ease as prying Hiro's fingers off of him, he would swiftly
grab Hiro's wrists, pinning them to the armrests, before Hiro could even react-
aggressively pulling his adult body toward the boy's.
And he would kiss Hiro. They had actually, never ever kissed before,
unbelievable as that sounded. Among all the lewd bodily exchanges they'd had
involving Krei's mouth, kissing was never one of them. Apparently Hiro was less
of a romantic than he was. After the way he'd been treated for so long, he
could achieve some real sense of dominance from claiming Hiro's mouth, sweeping
him off his feet with the most tender, gentlemanly kiss of which he was
capable. With his blond hair, blue eyes and natural good looks- or so he was
always told- he was pretty confident of his ability to leave someone weak in
the knees. Despite the initial force behind it, and Krei's imposing size over
Hiro's, it would be gentle. Flirtatious. He could feel those small lips- rather
than giving orders- tenderly kissing him back. The two would break away
momentarily, and Krei would run a thumb along Hiro's lips seductively, before
they kissed again, a bit more forcefully. He and Hiro would run their hands
over each other's shoulders, pulling each other close, something slow, romantic
in every sense of the word.
It would never be enough for Hiro. After being brought so close and then
denied, he would need more from Krei- with the man right here, he wasn't one to
bother finishing the job himself. Fuck, he loved imagining Hiro like this- with
a massive, aching hard-on, one that he couldn't satisfy himself, grinding his
body against the man's. Like the video with him withing around in his bed,
cumming without touching himself, imagining Krei. And to think Hiro was such an
impressive person with a brilliant mind, and unparalleled genius- all of that
would be pushed to the side, behind pure, single-minded desire. He wouldn't
even be able to function unless he got something from Krei. And maybe the man
would give it to him. Maybe not. It'd depend on his mood at the time. But the
way this version of Hiro kept desperately grinding his hips against the man,
disheveled hair falling in his face, lips parted, breathing heavily, shyly
feeling him up for the first time- he supposed, just this once, he would
consider it.
In the fantasy, the environment became clearer, and they were no longer at the
college or the normal places they would meet- they were at Krei's home, in his
bedroom. Hiro's clothes were disheveled and partially off, while he was pawing
at Krei to try and get something. Anything. Really, Krei would be content just
kissing him or doing nothing at all. He could go without, and it wouldn't drive
him crazy. Hiro was another story. He- at least this version of him- needed
physical release, now. It didn't matter how. It was truly delightful. He'd gone
from slapping, grabbing and verbally assaulting Krei, to someone completely
undone, unraveled in his arms, asking- no, begging for his sex. Grabbing Krei's
suit, and using it to pull the man close, while grinding his hips against the
man. He would even take Krei's hand, and slide it down Hiro's own firm ass, or
it would brush against his still-raging hard-on, kissing his lips, giving him a
sense of the possibilities. Who was Krei to deny him anything? Like this, he
could fuck Hiro any way he wanted- in the mouth or the ass, and Hiro would beg
him to do it. He could even ignore Hiro's cock as long as it suited him. Wasn't
his problem. Honestly, the botfighter could probably cum just from being
fucked.
He fantasized over all the different ways he could have Hiro to himself. First,
he would guide Hiro's mouth toward his dick. Hiro would obediently undo the
zipper with his teeth- fuck- and pull down the man's boxers without even using
his hands, however he learned how to do that. As the man's dick popped out,
Hiro would ever so eagerly take it all in his throat and let Krei fuck his
mouth. He would obediently recieve it and maybe tease it a little with his
tongue, but otherwise just let Krei use his face. Just as he himself used to be
used. And he would look up at Krei. Fuck, that image was almost enough to make
him cum right there. Those dark, piercing eyes, bereft of all innocence,
looking up at him longingly. He would give it to him.
Or he'd better, before it would all be over too soon. In the vision, he pulled
Hiro off his wet dick, attached by a string of saliva. In reality he stopped
stroking himself for a moment, catching his breath. Sometimes, he enjoyed
edging himself a bit. This one, he might not even come back down from. Even as
he'd left his cock alone, his arousal had hardly subsided. He leaned back in
the chair, calming down. It took so many long moments before it felt remotely
safe to start it again. Finally, he resumed touching it, a bit slowly and more
gently. And then, he found himself transported once more, to that room with
Hiro, and they were both fully clothed again. Now, they were both standing up,
and the boy had his back to him, and Krei embraced him from behind. But his
upper half turned around, so they could share a messy kiss. This way, it was
ever so convenient that Krei could grind his crotch against Hiro's ass, and
Hiro grinded it back. All while he embraced Hiro from behind. The man was so
hard that the erection visibly tented out of his trousers, and seemed to want
to find a place- well- ...it was just as interested in fucking Hiro as Krei
was. Holy hell, the image of it was like they were at some skeevy nightclub,
grinding against each other in the dark. It would be like simulated sex,
through the layers of fabric.
It didn't have to stay a simulation. Krei would abruptly grab Hiro's wrist, and
pull them together, facing each other, for one more desperate, open-mouth kiss.
He groped behind Hiro, running his finger along the entrance, getting a sense
of how tight it was. From here he could do anything. Protected or unprotected.
Face down, face up, sideways, or get Hiro riding him, or any other unholy thing
he could come up with. With Hiro face down he figured he could take it more
easily. But he also really enjoyed the image of having Hiro ride him, and then
he could see more of the boy's exquisite body, and watch his dick tremble while
he got fucked. Maybe jerk him if he felt like it. Maybe just tease him a
little. He settled on 'against the wall'. In the fantasy, he pulled Hiro into
his arms with ease and slinged him up against it, slamming their bodies there
and pinning him there firmly. Here he was free to act a bit aggressively. His
broad shoulders and manly arms held Hiro in place while the boy grinded his
body back against him. In a flash, they were enough out of their clothes to do
it. Hiro whispered in his ear something terribly seductive, how much he wanted
it right now. He would ask nicely. He would say 'please'. Well, when you put it
that way.
With ease, he would just hold Hiro there and stick it into that hot, wet, tight
little body. The boy would let out a nice little gasp and clinged to him,
waiting for more. Even one hand was enough to support Hiro and hold him up,
back against the wall. Hiro would wrap his legs around Krei's hips and his arms
around the man's broad shoulders. While it penetrated him, over and over. In
this position, Krei somehow felt this huge sense of conquest, and complete
dominance over him- something he would never really go for, in real life. And
the sensation, he could just imagine it. The absolute tightest thing he would
ever get a chance to fuck, like he could barely get it in there. It shouldn't
even be possible. But once he did it was just wet enough for him to slide in
and out. The boy's insides would stay clamping down on him, jerking him through
everything, some reflexes inside him automatically trying push him out. He
could go slow. Making love to Hiro against the wall, he kissed him ever so
tenderly, feeling up the rest of the boy's body while thrusting his hips in. He
could hear that little gasp against his ear every time it went all the way in.
His ego got the better of him and he wondered whether he was the biggest thing
Hiro had ever fucked. Or if he had ever been fucked. Maybe, this part of him
was virginal. And Krei was his first. Holy hell, it was so dirty and terrible
Krei felt a guilty even the mere thought of it. But he couldn't take his mind
off of taking- defiling, and stretching out that perfect, tight, unsullied
body, claiming it all for himself. He liked the idea that Hiro would savor and
remember this forever. Maybe Hiro would be so addicted to this, he would sign
the offer papers just like that.
But now, he needed to see Hiro cum on his cock. One arm braced Hiro's
featherweight body against the wall, while the other wandered to the front of
his body. And he spat into his hand and circled the boy's cock, formed a tight
ring around it, and stroked. He could feel Hiro practically come apart in his
arms. He wondered where those smug, sarcastic, violent nature and smart
attitude was now. Gone, under the persuasion of having a cock like that buried
deep inside. He stroked it faster and faster, until the boy was trembling and
absentmindedly thrusting back. It felt easiest to penetrate him now- his body
seemed to be really warming up to Krei, it no longer felt like it was trying to
push him out- rather, it was trying to squeeze in every inch of him and get it
to somehow fit. He could enter it now quite nicely. The image of it was so
fucking obscene. Full on intercourse. He felt like the more he stroked Hiro,
the more turned-on he was, the more his insides turned into something made for
him, made to accept his dick. If he pulled away he could watch it slide in and
out. It was so damn perfect. He stroked Hiro faster and faster, until he could
feel that ragged breath on his ear, and those little fingers trembling on his
shoulders. And that is when Hiro would cum on his cock. Have the seed shoot out
of him, all while Krei was fucking him.
He felt it. That trembling, spasming feeling wringing out his dick for all it
was worth, while the boy helplessly ejaculated all over Krei. That feeling, of
all his muscles tensing up and giving in. It was too much. And then, the best
part- he imagined what it would be like to cum inside of Hiro. No pulling out,
no protection. He felt it shooting out, into that tight little body,
lubricating things even more, as he thrusted it in, riding the rest of it out.
Even as he pulled out, more of the seed left his body. He fucked it back into
Hiro. All of this sent him there, in real life. Krei leaned back in the chair,
covering his mouth with his other hand. Seeing it was imminent, he
unceremoniously grabbed a tissue, held it overtop. There was so damn much, it
soaked through the tissue and he needed two more. That post-orgasm haze paged
in, as everything faded back into reality.
He was left in his home office, by himself, with his phone still open to the
message content and the light glaring in front of him.
It was so fucking intense. Catching his breath, it felt like he surfaced from
some other dimension, locked up in that phone.
How guilty should he feel about all of this? His heart sank, with the onset of
that moment of clarity, after all the baser things were dead and gone. Not even
so long ago, maybe a couple hours, he was standing around with the company's
board members, discussing pleasantries. The latest in consumer technology news.
The company's future. He had it all together. And now, this. He rubbed his
temples, and figured he needed to go take a shower, think all of these things
through. Before that, though, he navigated out of the video. He went back to
Hiro's message, and hit Reply, and dallied over the interface. There was so
much he wanted to say, but couldn't bear to do it. No details. Absolutely no
images. This wasn't the right channel. But who was he kidding- about the bigger
things, Hiro didn't give a shit about his feelings. And why should he? It
wasn't on some kid to get himself sorted out.
If Hiro had his way, they would see one another again. Krei would obediently do
whatever the botfighter told him to do, and receive zero point zero in terms of
payment for services rendered. Because there was nothing left, except to wait.
And see what Hiro would do if they continued this whatever this was. He typed
in a reply- a pretty simple 'thanks'- and hit Send. Every time, he thought it
would be the last goddamn time.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Sent from: Hiro Hamada
Time: 10:06PM
===============================================================================
 
"so, what do you think"
     "Of what"
"you know. The video"
     "What video"
"don't play dumb."
     "Listen You can't just go sending people materials like that"
     "And for the record"
"liked it huh"
"Imagining my dick sliding in there"
     "Jesus christ"
"i'm hard right now"
     "you can't treat me like you're on some hookup site."
"says who"
"*whom"
     "show some respect, please"
";)"
     "I have important work to be doing right now okay"
     "what"
"I think it's so sad you won't send me any dirty pictures"
     "it happens I actually send people files once in a while that aren't
     porn and viruses"
     "you think I don't know about that exploit with msig"
"That was specially for you <3"
     "Gotta hand it to you. I have no idea how you did that"
"expert hackers never reveal their secrets."
"word of advice you should probably invest in a new information security team"
"they don't know about simple protocol injection"
"actually, i will, but itll cost you"
     "Yeah ok"
"not money"
     "?"
"Come over to the lab and I'll show you"
     "Can't, busy"
"no youre not"
     "got better things to do than have some kid lecture me about"
     "designing for information security 101"
     "I already know about penetration testing."
"Holy shit"
"I like this Krei the most"
"more like this"
     "Uhh"
     "This krei really likes your white robot and would very much like to
     borrow him"
     "and your microbots too"
     "Would you like to hear more"
"How about fuck that tell me what you're gonna let me do to you"
     "Ok"
"really?!"
     "yes"
"oh man"
     "One hot summer evening, I'll get home from a long days work"
     "Hear a knock at the door"
     "Who is it"
     "Pizza delivery"
     "but I didn't order a pizza"
"lame so far keep going"
     "Anyway the pizza delivery guy is a certain student from SFIT"
     "We know each other from before"
"is it me?!"
     "I ask how am I to pay for the pizza because I don't have any money
     on me"
"unrealistic"
     "He says don't worry we'll work something out"
     "he lets himself in and sits down on my couch"
     "like he owns the place"
     "tells me to sit down beside him"
"ok"
     "We have a long conversation"
     "The only form of payment he'll accept is"
     "abject humilitation"
     "he tells me what he wants to do"
     "I am reluctant at first"
     "but i end up going with him outside"
"ohh"
     "We leave together"
     "i do what he says, even out in public broad daylight"
     "it feels so wrong"
     "I mean, it would normally, but now-"
     "Right in front of everyone??"
"really"
     "no respect for common decency"
     "he is getting me to do it with him in front of so many witnesses"
     "I tell him, this feels unnatural"
     "Shouldn't want it so much"
     "He brings my hand to where..?? his pen is"
"nice"
     "I take it, tentatively, it in my hand"
     "never seen one like this before"
     "it's so long, unwieldy and leaking a bit"
     "but nothing I can't handle"
"then??"
     "It's happening for real"
     "each stroke brings it closer to the end"
     "I don't even have to look down, i can tell just from his expression
     how much he is on board with this"
     "I feel a rush of ecstasy"
"yes"
     "That feeling washes over me"
     "so disgraceful, but worth it"
     "We take the papers to Krei Tech's legal team to get them notarized"
"what"
     "and begin the transfer of intellectual property"
"the"
     "I can see this business arrangement pushing us toward a bright
     future"
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