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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Big_Hero_6
  Relationship:
      Hiro_Hamada/Alistair_Krei
  Character:
      Hiro_Hamada, Alistair_Krei, Alistair_Krei's_Assistant
  Additional Tags:
      Kreihiro, Age_Difference, Hero's_flight_suit, intercrural, Established
      relationship?, Clothes
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-12-16 Words: 10451
****** Suit&Un-tie ******
by FionasEmbrace
Summary
     Alistair Krei helps Hiro with his flight suit.
Notes
     Kinda wondered what Krei would make of the flight suit, given he saw
     it at that scene toward the end of the movie. He seemed impressed by
     it along with Baymax and the microbots.. I think it's interesting
     that he's one of the few people outside the team who sees Hiro in the
     flight suit while knowing Hiro's real identity
Outside the commotion never really stopped. Outside- it was the dull blare of
one amplified voice over muffled crowds, yet another Krei Tech spokesperson was
brought in for the usual our mission statement and exciting opportunity for
growth and future-facing and some other things he couldn't hear.
The highlight was supposed to be Hiro's flight suit demo. Krei no other option
but to bend over backwards; anything he could do to get the young prodigy on
board and implicitly give something of a product endorsement. While Hiro had
his thing with Krei and appreciated being Krei Tech's customer, he would never
drink that much of their Kool-aid.
At least, not without real incentives.
As the spokeswoman was thanking their every corporate partner and sponsor and
their cousin Hiro was left alone in the dressing room reserved for him. All the
parts he'd brought had made it, intact, truly something given the shoulder-to-
shoulder streetcar he took to get here- ever so carefully, he unraveled a
microchip of his own design from some re-used bubble wrap.
This presentation was being televised, live-streamed: a key landmark in Krei
Tech's public announces. He agreed to take part in it, but not without a few
strings attached. First, it'd be in exchange for a generous sum of money. There
was that. Then, he would get to choose the itinerary of the demo. No surprises.
Then, Krei himself would personally introduce him. Finally, there'd be no
obligations for any follow-up work, contractual or otherwise. What other choice
was there? Sure, Krei Tech had a lot of things going for them- a brand-new
optimized type of flash memory, an upgrade to one of their kits, super-
reinforced to be pressure-resistant.
He'd at least need all the pneumatic components functioning for this demo, and
that required a bunch of connectors that he normally wouldn't bother with if he
were simply showing off the suit. Could he have prepared all this ahead of
time? Perhaps- these were the deliberate workings of a genius, he didn't have
to dispute that notion with anyone here. The resonating voice through the walls
stopped. For the briefest of moments he could hear his own breath, and some
floorboards creak. More applause broken in. Then there was an abrupt, hasty
knock at the door.
"Mister Hamada?" Krei washed silent, gazed over the mess of parts strewn over
the bench, not even in complete pieces, with the robotics genius nonchalantly
standing in his street clothes futzing with a ball-joint in no particular
hurry. He gandered over all the pieces, wide-eyed. "Seriously. Seriously?"
And he could always put on that innocent expression, as if there was nothing
amiss at all.
"The demo was supposed to be ready. Ready as in, ready. Are you sure you're
still up for doing this?" He tried to stash away his panic in favor of honest
concern. "I thought we could count on you."
"There's, like, two pieces of assembly required- that's all. No big deal.
Should have it done pretty qu-" The component in his hand made a snap and fell
to the floor. "Shit."
Krei laced his fingers behind his head, turned an about-face around, and took a
long inhale-exhale while he collected himself. Please, he thought, don't make
me beg. "Is there anything, anything we can do to get this up and running on
time?" How quickly, he thought, this whole thing could turn from a well-oiled
machine to a potato battery.
"Sure, you can help me." Hiro expertly duct taped the part together, then un-
lidded and jammed down a large black button.
The CEO's eyes lingered over the apparatus, trying to follow what was
happening. It was as if the pieces of the suit attained a life of their own,
and started moving toward their respective places, attaching themselves. His
anguished expression turned into a curious one. As the components came together
and began to look very much like the finished product, he felt like he should
never have doubted any of this.
"See?"
Satisfied that this was under control, he clapped his hands together. "Great.
Perfect. So now, you can just put this on, and we'll be ready to-"
Before he could even take a moment to celebrate, the door opened once more.
"Mister Hamada?" Hiro immediately recognized her voice as the staging
assistant. "Everything all set?"
Shit. Miniature panic. The item he taped together came apart. and fell
unceremoniously to the ground in two pieces. "Um, I'm running into some-" he
paused- "minor setup issues." As Hiro spoke, the CEO looked over and realized
he was fidgeting with a small plastic clip. "It'll take more time, is that
okay?"
"Absolutely, young man. That's part of my job. Let me know if there's any way
my team can be of help." Closing the door behind her, she left.
"Setup issues? Now?" The man frowned, and looked vacantly over at the wall in
thought.
"Just gotta- wait!" He realized something. He pulled out a replacement part,
and set it in perfectly. The CEO breathed a sigh of relief, and they both stood
back and admired the form factor strewn across the table.
"Perfect. Now the only thing left is for you to get outfitted," he made an up-
and-down gesture, "then do a quick calibration against the remote. I'll be
waiting outside." He started toward the door.
"Wait! Um-" Krei stopped, and looked back at the young inventor. "Like, I feel
really weird about asking. In case I'm imposing too much."
"I agreed to help you with the demo, and I meant it."
"What if- I need some help putting it on?"
"Putting what on- the flight equipment?"
"Can't do it on my own."
He expected more time, a different introduction, a more expensive power supply,
anything other the sun that was not that. Not helping Hiro dress himself. He
stammered. "You built the thing. Surely, you built it with some mechanism for
getting it on and off?" Hiro could sure play a role but it didn't fool him.
"Hell, I know for a fact you've done that before without outside help."
"Yeah, but some stuff has been changed since then- like, uh, you know", he
muttered something vague. Transistors? Componentization? "Besides, I've got you
here to help me."
"Then, what do you know, our stage hands help out with this kind of stuff all
the time."
"It's gotta be you, ideally."
The seconds rolled by, and he picked himself up off the floor. "No, I won't be
doing that." He wanted to say something about boundaries and business
relationship propriety and liability but stopped himself short because, wasn't
all of that obvious? Something about admitting that it seemed odd to help, felt
incriminating in and of itself. It's something he didn't even want to consider.
"Why not?!"
"Why not? Because that's why we have a stage co-ordinator. There's a whole team
of 'em, and that's their exact job. Convenient, huh?" He arched an eyebrow.
"But, I really wanted you to..." Hiro sighed, dramatically, in mock acceptance
of such an unfortunate quandary. "Well, I guess I'll have to slowly but surely
gear this on myself. Why don't you tell the staging co-ordinator to come back
in- I don't know-" mentally, he computed a number. "fourty, fourty-five
minutes?"
"How, in god's name, is it supposed to take-"
"My hands are really tied."
"Fourty-five minutes?!"
"But if only I had someone with some expertise on flights suits, it could sure
help me expedite things along. This really puts a damper on everything, I
know."
Krei glared at him. Like hell. He tensed up, and glanced around nervously at
the assortment of parts adorning the table and nearby floor. The boy was able
to singlehandedly compete with doctorate-level students. Blow all his peers'
test scores out of the water. Win SFIT robotics competitions. Surely, he could
put on a suit that he designed himself?
Yes, he could concede- there were some parts that might be difficult for the
wearer to put on without assistance, but that should only be a matter of
zipping up the back. The rest should be fine. There were those massive gloves,
the impact absorbers, the small shielding bracket on the back, and some other
plates that Krei supposed he didn't know where they belonged. He didn't, but
surely Hiro did. He weighed his options.
"I'll get her." So, that was that. Hiro looked down at the glove he held in his
hand, as Krei went to the door and located his assistant who quickly summoned
the same person from before. She rushed back to the door.
Beaming, she said, "Ready? Let's get you all suited up. Audience's waiting!"
"Um- well- it's nice of you to offer to help, and everything-" he said
sheepishly, "but I was sort of wanting Mr. Krei to do it."
"Mr. Krei?" She asked.
"Yeah." Hiro put his hand over his heart. "He's been a huge inspiration to me
in designing this suit and this company's products have played a huge part in
getting all the features working." The emotion welling up behind those words
sounded so real. Not entirely true, but who could argue. "I wouldn't be
anywhere if not for that, so I really hoped for Krei himself to do the honors
and help me."
"I understand completely." She said, solemnly.
"It'd really mean a lot."
Krei couldn't believe what was transpiring here and now. He fidgeted with his
collar. "I really, um, don't know if I'm equipped to-"
She glanced from Hiro, to Krei, to Hiro again, completing what was- as far as
she was concerned- a perfectly logical equation. "You're in good hands, Hiro.
It's too perfect we have you here, Mr. Krei has years of experience working
with robotics and flight equipment specifically, not too different from yours."
"I'm just so, so happy Krei Tech is willing to take a chance on me." Krei had
to hand at least this much to him. This was everything short of mock tears.
"Don't you worry yourself one little bit. And we can re-jig the demo to buy you
as much time as you need. There's a number of other sessions we can just bump
ahead. Good luck, you!"
"But, wait-" The CEO reached toward the door.
"Thanks!" And it closed shut.
Hiro used the torque wrench to adjust the adhesion of two more parts on the
helmet. He smiled. Too easy. How funny it'd come to happen, where he'd have the
very CEO of Krei Tech along with the rest of his entire company giftwrapped, at
his very own beck and call. He could do whatever he wanted from here on out.
Setting this up should be a piece of cake. Picking the up the headpiece, and
spinning it around in his hands, it felt whole. Another thing down.
"I'm not flaking. I'm doing the robot demonstration, so don't worry." Krei felt
little reassured. Big help his years of robotics were- as Hiro pieced together
the remaining parts of the gear, he was doing little except watch and hand him
tools.
For the tight schedule, Hiro appeared to be taking his sweet, sweet time. Krei
was much more nervous than he cared to let on. He wanted to ask, more or less,
"Why aren't you panicking more?" This were any other demonstrator they'd be
running around like chickens with their heads cut off. But Hiro was in his own
space, or something. Whatever he did, it worked.
Before long all pieces of the gear was complete, looking very much like the
final product.
Much as he could get on Hiro's case for not having all this done faster, he
didn't have such a luxury. This was all he could do to get Hiro to volunteer
for such an event like this, to make a public appearance with his very own
high-tech flight suit, and there was no way in hell he'd want to ruin a good
thing. He wanted to plead with Hiro, beg him to consider the needs of the
schedule, urge him along, but all his dignity would allow was, "Is that all it
needs?" Hiro stopped what he was doing.
"It's 'go' time." Hiro held up the upper body armor in front of himself. "Now-
" The boy unceremoniously begin stripping off his T-shirt, lifting it over his
head. At the mere sight of Hiro's exposed navel Krei tensed up, helpless to
stop him, and looked away.
"What are you doing?!"
"Getting changed. What does it look like?"
"I thought you, um-" he glanced around nervously, eyes never meeting Hiro's or
anywhere near him. "-wore something underneath it. Like, your normal clothes."
"Guess this makes you nervous, huh." He stood, in his underwear, uncomfortably
close to Krei. The man backed away, bumbling awkwardly into the corner of a
table. "Could be that the sight of this-" he gestured to his own body-" makes
someone a bit interested. Or dare I say, jealous?" He looked into those blue
eyes, trying to read them. "Interested."
"I really wouldn't say-"
"Don't worry. It's perfectly understandable." The boy ran his fingers over the
front of his underwear, something resembling compression shorts, designed for
sports. Piloting the robot was physically active enough in and of itself, so it
was practical to wear an item like this. Getting bumped around a little was par
for the course, and a swift punch to the balls was no fun, so this helped keep
himself nice and protected, and cup things in its proper place. Still, the
almost-sheer fabric stretched around and hugged his skin in all the right ways,
and were tight enough to leave little to the imagination. Especially, now.
He didn't look. It was rude to look. There was nothing to look at, anyway. The
man glanced around at literally anything else, primarily the assortment of
parts adorning the table and nearby floor. Just let Hiro do whatever it was he
was going to do, playing these dangerous games with the company's public image-
get it done, and move forward. Accomplish the task at hand. There's no problem
unless someone explicitly creates one, and it sure as hell wouldn't be him.
"What's the first step?"
There were those massive gloves, the impact absorbers, the small shielding
bracket on the back. All familiar items from Krei Tech's own catalogue of
flight suits. How hard could this possibly be? Hell, he'd worn those items
himself more times than he could count. There were only a select few plates he
supposed he didn't know where they belonged. He didn't, but surely Hiro did.
"That undershirt. Over there." Krei picked up the item, expecting there to be
something more to it. It was a tiny, flimsy spandex piece.
"Here." He handed the few square inches of material to Hiro, all the while
still looking away, since the boy was clad in his underwear.
"Well?"
"This is it, right?"
He chuckled as if he were some babysitter forced to remind a child to do
something one too many times. He put his hands on his hips. "That's not how
this works. You have to put it on me."
"Are you... are you kidding me?!"
"You said you would."
"This- with the suit, sure. This is a shirt. It goes on over your head."
"No!" He murmured a you don't say.
"You're not playing like you're not old enough to dress yourself?"
"Let's see, you could try and move this demo along, or you can keep talking
that condescending tone at me. That's cool, too." Krei made an exasperated
gesture and looked at the undershirt.
The red-and-gold logo in the corner and sleek pattern made it look like a
serious piece of sports apparel. The rest was black. In his mind, actually, all
he could think of was how small it was and there was no way it could fit a
person. Then again, Hiro was damn scrawny and small even for his age and the
thing was designed with some elasticity. He held up the undershirt by the
straps, even as the tiny garment felt like thong underwear in his hands- and
looked at Hiro.
They both heard a voice from the other side of the locked door, "you guys, the
Baymax demo is moved so we needed to bump you guys ahead. You're on in
fifteen."
They glanced over at the door. It didn't pertain to them, yet something about
hearing this conveyed some additional urgency. The CEO felt like he was low on
options. Finally, he said "raise your arms." He murmured a please.
A wide, smug smile came across Hiro's face. That was too easy. Hiro complied,
raising his arms, giving a full unobstructed view of his flat chest and narrow,
tiny frame. Krei instinctively picked things- nondescript parts of wall,
shoulder skin, Hiro's hair, background things- wall hangings? Anything,
anything to focus on so that he wasn't looking at Hiro's body. Not
indiscreetly. Not directly. Not at that smooth, perfect skin, slim waist, and
perfectly flat chest. Not at that small package, the bulge in his underwear
about which he had no bashfulness, not at those slim thighs and small, tight
ass, or his hips which Hiro liked to brush up against him when they stood close
to one another. He slid the tight tank top down Hiro's shoulders, stretching it
over his skin, and Hiro watched him do it.
It was a perfect fit. There wasn't anything even special about this thing,
really, it just went thematically with the rest of the flight suit. Offered a
tiny bit of insulation, maybe. He picked it up in the boys' section at some
department store. As it was on, and Hiro's arms were still raised, he pointed
out- "there's a wrinkle." Looking over at Hiro's side, Krei saw what he meant-
the fabric bunched up a little bit.
He remembered it well. It seemed like yesterday. There really was once a time
when he had something resembling dignity. He rolled his eyes, and pulled the
fabric taut, and smoothed it out over Hiro's ridiculously small body.
There. Having that taken care of, it brought him close to Hiro's chest, so he
could feel him breathe. Too close. He pulled away, but not before he noticed
something- that the cold air was taking effect on Hiro's chest, and that the
thin spandex wasn't opaque enough to hide everything. Hard, cold, they stuck
out of the spandex, conspicuous against his otherwise pretty flat body. Must've
caught a chill.
"See-" Hiro picked up Krei's hand, and traced it along the boy's own stomach
and chest. Feeling up Hiro's chest, traveled over the meshed fabric. He loved
how the man's hand spanned more than half his whole chest. It would always be
that way, just on account of how Hiro was built. It felt warm and nice, the
touch of long fingers exploring up his skin. By no intent on Krei's part, the
fingers flicked his nipple as they traveled upward and Hiro held the man's hand
to rest on his collarbones. "It's aerodynamic, obviously."
And whatever there was, Krei stashed it away, better to be ignored forever. He
had to. He pulled his hand back, putting himself at a slightly more comfortable
distance, and collected himself- there was nothing interesting about some
teenage, scrawny body and flat tits, and how yes, it was cold in here, and how
the sensitivity to the cold looked on him even through that skimpy black tank
top. Aerodynamic- that was important. Hiro knew perfectly well how little he
was fooling anyone. Krei asked, "Now?"
"Those pants are next." He gestured over to some familiar-looking black
athetic-wear pants, specially outfitted for attachability to the suit plates.
The man picked them up, and still couldn't get over how small everything
looked. He was so flustered by this it took a moment to identify which end was
the front. This was fun. The last time Hiro was this giddy he was very heavily
caffinated- he sat himself down on the edge of one of the chairs. Krei shot him
one death-glare as pushed the plated pants in position below the boy's sock
feet.
"I hope you're proud of yourself right now." Krei started to slide the pants up
Hiro's scrawny legs. So far, so good. Much as he tried to keep his eyes
elsewhere- on clothes, on the chair on which Hiro sat, on anything other than
skin- he couldn't get the item on without looking. All there was at his eye
level was Hiro's parted legs, his smooth thighs. Not a big deal. A not-very-
well concealed erection, poking toward the man's face. The blood in his body
was ready to respond. Just stay focused, he told himself. He couldn't close his
eyes- that'd be ridiculous.
The garment was at the boy's hips now, and Krei struggled to get it on. Hiro
regarded it both entertaining and hilarious to offer only minimal co-operation.
Slowly but surely, it traveled up Hiro's hips. In between the parted thighs,
scarcely concealed by slightly-too-small underwear, Krei caught a glimpse- not
really anything, but just the barest remnant of a glimpse- of Hiro's ballsac.
He swallowed all of his bashfulness into a discreet, slow blink, and glanced
away. "Hold still- stop kicking your feet, will you?"
But Hiro was loving this kind of attention. "I'm just nervous!" Krei got the
pants halfway up his legs before he got kneed in the face. Actually, right in
his pointy nose.
"Ow! What the hell!" Krei covered his nose with his hands, massaging it back
into shape.
"My bad."
"If you could hold goddamn still-"
"Like it's my fault your nose is taking up seventy-five percent of this room."
Krei glared angrily and Hiro hopped up off the table. "Exerts its own
gravitational pull."
Now the pointy-noised CEO had his hands on the pants around Hiro's hips. He
still, even now, focused only on what his hands were doing, without really
touching Hiro or making any skin-on-skin contact. Still, there was no avoiding
having his fingers ever-so-briefly, only barely graze Hiro's hips- before
letting go and the elastic in the garment snapped to his skin. "There."
"You want me to go out there like this? You gotta do them up."
"Clearly, you're capable of-"
"I just like seeing you do it."
He muttered something that resembled "oh, for fuck's sake", and began to zip up
Hiro's fly, and button the top over Hiro's wriggling hips. No, he wouldn't bend
down for that part. He leaned down, and kept his face as far away from Hiro's
crotch as possible. He'd already caught a glimpse of the boy's half-erect
member, straining against those poor compression shorts. He didn't need another
eyeful of that.
Right as the zipper was halfway up, Hiro pulled away. "Why don't you do it with
no hands? You know, like, use your teeth."
"No."
Hiro smiled, expecting as much. Krei zipped the fly all the way up with his
fingers in a very final, quick gesture.
Now standing upright with His arms at his sides, Hiro still liked to play this
card and that. Even as the businessman tried to do up the fly of those slacks
as innocently, as chastely as possible, as his long fingers had no way out of
brushing up against Hiro's crotch, he tried to keep his gaze steady. Safely
away from anything. He focused quite literally on maneuvering the zipper, and
that was it. Hiro stared at him while he did it. This was too perfect. He
watched the man's hands tremble and tense up as he nervously pushed the button
into the hole. Lucky that his underwear was pretty confining, any more of this
and they'd have a situation to deal with. Technically, they already did.
"There. Happy?"
"Next thing is I need you to hand me that cording over there."
Finally, something he was prepared for. "This?" He obtained a roll of thick
strapping, with a slightly elasticky feel. Hiro took it, and used it to
reinforce the place where two of the plates were bound together. "Now, you need
to attach these, one by one. You know this part."
This part was refreshing. Familiar. "Looks just like our ZX-540 suit." he
murmured. One by one he attached the pieces to Hiro's clothes.
Much as he tried to keep his hands steady, one of the pieces flew out of his
fingers. Smooth one, he thought to himself. Somehow, he forgot how to use his
hands. How to do tasks he knew how to do. He forgot how to breathe. This whole
thing was really eating him. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so
self-conscious, so antsy about doing something wrong. If this were someone he
was more comfortable putting his hands on, it wouldn't be so big a deal.
While he knew how to attach his own flight suit when he tested one, he'd never
once had to attach someone else's. When Abigail worked as their company's test
pilot they had a team of people for that exact purpose, although most of the
time she did it herself. Here, it didn't help that Hiro's limbs were so
incredibly small and dainty under his hands, the pieces of the suit fit
differently and the act of fitting them only drew his attention to that. How
damn light Hiro was. How if he wanted to, he could close his thumb and index
finger over most of Hiro's arm.
Once all the upper body pieces were attached, he assessed it up and down. He
asked, "could you hold out your arms, please? Thanks."
When Hiro did that, he saw it changed how surface stress acted near the joints-
one of them, a spot near the boy's elbow was off. Immediately it caught the
man's eye and he took hold of Hiro's elbow and re-attached the joint slightly
higher to fix it. He had Hiro hold out his arm once more, and decided to adjust
it slightly again. The third time was the one. Well, this was just a bonus.
Hiro was getting a more thorough, by-the-book job than one he would do himself.
The last piece was done. He drew back, to get a look at everything. Giving
credit where credit was due, it really did rival the company's own flight rigs.
Killer features, durability and a certain aesthetic quality- where put all
together it was hard to replicate. "It looks good." The CEO said- then softened
it, "It looks correct".
"Aiming for nothing less."
Krei slapped his knees and stood up, starting towards the door. "We all set,
now?"
"Um- there's just- one other thing." Then and there, Hiro very deliberately
tore off one of his knee guards and threw it behind him. No. After all that
time and effort meticulously attaching it?! "Whoops!"
Now he really, really wanted to swear. At this, at how difficult this was
proving to be, and he muttered something under his breath, picking up the piece
off the ground. Inwardly he lamented that he couldn't just damn well replace
Hiro with someone who wasn't so difficult.
He swallowed his temper. Okay. Who was he kidding: there was no one they could
replace Hiro with. He had to cater to Hiro's every whim, every troll move, as
it were- if he wanted this demo to happen. End of discussion. He bent down on
one knee like before in front of the inventor, to secure it. "Hold still." He
held the piece over Hiro's knee, aligning it to the other one. "Almost-" Krei
bit his lip as the fastener wouldn't co-operate.
Almost-
There. Crisis averted, the last-last piece, gear was complete.
"What are you-" In the exact moment where it attached once more- Hiro
forcefully pushed Krei backwards, toppling him, back-to-the-floor. Then he
straddled the man's hips and grabbed Krei's shoulders, throwing off his gloves
too for good measure.
It was so close. So close to being ready. Funny, how Krei's first instincts
were "but now, your gloves are on the ground"- not, "why are you trying to
sabotage the demo?" To think, there was this perfect moment where this
presentation was literally ready to go. It was brief. But it happened. He
peered longingly at the closed dressing-room door, knowing what was at stake,
knowing that the co-ordinator was having to work to keep things afloat on the
other side. And here was this horrible game of whack-a-mole.
All of that came to a halt as Hiro pushed him backward. Back, onto the chair
behind him, sprawling to have his arms keeping him balanced. Hiro casually
planted himself, straddling Krei's lap. He wrapped his arms around the man's
broad shoulders, tiny now-gloveless hands on the back of his neck, violet
flight-suit plates kissing a sharp necktie. And when Hiro leaned in, it was
most of the way to a kiss. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. With the
warm breath in his ear, the small limbs wrapping around him, with the suited
body grinding against his crotch, he felt like he couldn't move, and there was
no time for this.
"What... are you trying to do?!"
"C'mon, there's still like, twenty minutes. At the very least."
"There's no time for anything! You were supposed to be out there, getting
mic'ed and situated- should've already been done, long by now." He made an
impatient gesture of pointing toward a wristwatch, which ended up behind Hiro's
head.
"Something tells me you could find the time, if you tried." Krei was about to
open his mouth in protest, but found his breath stuck in the middle of his
throat, and he felt it. Didn't need to look down. He felt Hiro's bare hand
playing, stroking over the front of his suit pants. Tiny fingers molesting him,
getting to know the exact size and shape and extents of his member. The fingers
stroked it, up and down, and Hiro's other hand cupped the man's balls.
Instantly, he was hard- Hiro was good with his hands. He was no match for this.
Fuck.
"I-I don't believe this..."
"Can't get up, can you?" Hiro took his hands off of the CEO's dick and slid
them up his chest, resting them on broad shoulders. "Don't act like I don't
know what this suit does for you."
"What it does...?"
"I've seen you looking."
"I wasn't looking."
"Don't lie."
"I was not looking. What kind of person do you think I am?"
"Maybe other people can't tell. But I can."
"I swear. I wasn't."
"Especially, when I'm in this."
"That was just- I was only, as one professional to another- ugh!" Hiro wasn't
fondling Krei's dick anymore, but instead grinding his ass and crotch against
Krei's body. Against Krei's dick, despite everything.
He kept his hands on Krei's shoulders. Through all the clothes, all the flight
gear, this position was a vivid simulation of something else. The weight and
texture of these flight suit pants, and now these were just the littlest bit
tighter than normal- maybe he couldn't feel everything. He could feel enough.
Every moment where Krei would just slide between those slim thighs, he wanted
to just push up between them, spread them apart a little bit more, but he
didn't even need to. The way Hiro's ass cupped and slid down it, even through
four or so layers of fabric plus the suit it left scarcely little to the
imagination.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Hiro pressed his erection right up against Krei's and
grinded against it. He liked to alternate between having Krei grind against his
crotch and ass. The tent formed over Krei's suit pants was practically funny-
looking by this point, so he helped himself to unzipping them, and get better
access to the man's fully-grown cock. It definitely felt a little more real
this way. And then he could sneak his fingers inside Krei's underwear and feel
the actual shaft. Never really did get used to the sheer size of it once it was
hard. And as much as Krei would never actually admit it, it was hard for him.
Hiro spat into his hand, plunged his fingers under the fabric and started full-
on masturbating this adult man, stroking it wetly up and down, negotiating
around the head so that it felt like penetration. With the other hand he cupped
Krei's balls through the pants. All while getting the full visual of Hiro with
his thighs spread, straddling his lap. Krei started to fluster and breathe more
heavily, relaxing back in the chair. It felt too good to protest it. As for
Hiro he was stroking an adult man's penis, teasing him, getting him excited- in
preparation for what, exactly?- he hadn't planned that far.
"T- there's no time. This is no time to-"
"Clearly, we can't go out there like this, can we?" Fair point. "Or maybe, you
can tell me what you wanna do to me. What you can do for me."
Something about that set Krei off. He whisked Hiro into his arms and pulled him
upward, setting him on the table, legs wrapped around Krei's hips, before he
even knew what was going on. He was so incredibly light, even though the suit
added some bulkiness it was incredibly easy. The boy held on to the edge of the
table.
He thought, for a moment.
"Didn't you say that you could help me. To reach my full potential", said Hiro.
Oh. Krei remembered, but that wasn't what he meant. Hiro smiled, and like this
he saw the fringes of Krei's suit jacket fall against the plates on his gear,
the man's collar at Hiro's eye level on account of the height difference, until
the man awkwardly positioned himself down to kiss Hiro's neck, and Hiro pulled
his face away and kissed him forcefully open-mouth. Krei made no mistake about
doing all of the work, since that's what Hiro wanted- he made sure Hiro's legs
were still apart as it provided a better view of everything, his hard-on
straining against the black meshed pants and how firm and tight the rest of him
was. The man ran his thumb up against Hiro's hard dick, stroking it, while
pressing a couple fingers lightly over his asshole, even over all the clothes,
with Hiro's balls being handled in the upper part of Krei's palm. Yes, with the
span of just his one hand he could do all of that. Over the clothes? It wasn't
sex, there was no penetration, it wasn't all that much stimulation but still-
As Hiro just started to get close, Krei took his hand away and put it safely,
innocently on Hiro's shoulder. Figured. And if he knew better, he would just
finish it. Krei couldn't help but turn really perverted, the way Hiro kissed
him and jerked him off really got to him. And suddenly, how he found this so
incredibly hot- their genius little inventor splayed out in front of him, right
on the verge of cumming. How Hiro still pushed forward into him, grazing his
crotch against his, simulated sex in one position, then another. How tight,
smooth and perfect that flight suit felt under his fingers. The things he
wanted to do to Hiro. Both in that suit and out.
"I'd like to see that." said Hiro. "What do you think it would look like?"
He put both his legs to the side, and pushed his own legs together and pulled
Krei forward, and the man complied with it. Pulled him forward, pulled that
cock right toward Hiro's lap. "Here." And just like that, Krei's dick was
shoved in there- into the space, right between the boy's thighs. Krei winced as
soon as it slid in between. The fabric felt smooth and nice, almost like latex,
and his cock was already wet. And then, it was Hiro that initiated it, but he
could get it going in kind of a fucking motion. It was so easy to just start
fucking them in and out. The kid was so damn thin. How normally, there wasn't
much flushness of his thighs even like this- but when he repositioned his legs,
just squeezed them together between the tops of his thighs it worked perfectly.
He shoved it in roughly, as hard as he wanted, and it pushed his member right
up against Hiro's dick every time.
Damn.
The man's hard dick, thrusting up against that one spot but missing it each
time, instead it was really getting to know his dick and balls- really intent
on rubbing against him and utterly fucking him like this. Whether he was facing
Krei, like this, or bent over, it didn't matter. It was so hot now Hiro had no
choice but to pull his erection upward through the tight, tight shorts if only
for a bit of comfort- it was sure as hell straining against his leg. He was
interested in whether Krei could cum just from this, since he sounded super
into it. Panting and frustrated the man fucked Hiro's body like this, full-
force, with what stimulation he could get. Hiro found it was pretty easy to
work that massive cock in between his thighs and earn all the right reactions.
It was true- even with this muted form of bodily penetration, the man could get
most of the way there. Hiro needed more, but he liked this. Krei steadied his
breathing and loosened his collar. A bit more of this, and that could be it for
him.
Although, maybe, it could be a little more interesting.
He took hold of Hiro once more, and pushed him down so he was bent over the
table, ass out, chest flush to the surface. Damn, how that tight ass and
thighs, slim hips in the high-tech flight suit looked even better like this,
from behind. Hiro held the ends of the table with his hands, and looked
curiously backward. He smiled. "Like this?"
"Depends, what do you think?"
"Feels like a search." He'd seen scenes like those in a lot of porno.
Krei playfully went along, feeling up Hiro's hips. He groped his hands around
Hiro's chest, crotch and ass. "You holding anything in your pockets? Other
places in the suit? Nothing too interesting? Guess not."
Even as he felt him up, Hiro felt the massive hard-on prodding against his ass
and lower back. Fuck, he knew Krei was teasing him with all this. He wanted the
CEO's dick, for real- he wanted it inside. Even if he didn't see it he could
feel exactly where it was. His hands trembled atop the desk. He kept his hands
there only so he could feel Krei's cock graze his ass just once in a while.
Just a little. It might just swat a little bit against his ass cheek, or press
against his balls. He had his legs apart, waiting for it, if only to remind him
the tiniest bit of getting fucked, to get the smallest taste of it- what
wanted, and couldn't get. Not with his flight suit in the way, which was too
much of a fucking hassle now to take off. It was so damn frustrating.
"I know I've told you this already but I think your flight suit is really
impressive, Hiro." From here, he saw a whole new angle of it.
"Thank you." He barely managed to say. He felt the huge dick grinding against
his, teasing at him, denying him of anything.
Then all of a sudden, instead of keeping Hiro's legs apart, the CEO took them
and pushed them right flush together. Hiro looked back, and watched it. Krei
groped up Hiro's thighs and ass one more time. It looked nice and different
like this- as thin as Hiro was, a bit fuller in all the right places- and at
the cleft he could still see the Hiro's balls, in between those smooth thighs-
it was just too perfect. He put his fingers in between Hiro's legs, sliding
them between the tightness, barely able to get a couple of them in.
"But I'm finding it really difficult to motivate you to do the demo."
"If something is worth my time, I'll do it."
He pried his fingers apart against the fat, just to test it out. Hiro squirmed,
those long fingers that just grazed his balls wasn't enough, the thing he knew
to be Krei's dick brushing against his leg once in a while, wasn't enough- the
man was just toying with him. So he was getting no closer to getting his dick
sucked or getting fucked stupid or even just a simple handy- anything else that
could let him finally bust one and solve that aching problem between his legs.
Hang tight, he told himself. It's embarrassing to cum too early. So he steadied
his stance, legs together and ass out, and held onto the desk.
"Is this something that's interesting to you? Standing here like this? So you
like being bent over a table, sticking that out like that? It looks like, you
know, if someone were to take you-"
"Damn..." He panted desperately toward the ground, erection straining,
distracting, horribly insistent against the mesh flight suit that now felt way
too tight. It was all he could do to stay upright. The way he positioned
himself like this, prostrate and vulnerable, with it barely grazing him.
"-From behind." This pose, he was on display for Krei, bent over and ready to
just take it. He knew he was waiting for Krei to just do something. Fuck. This
flight suit made it impossible to fucking do anything- he couldn't truly take
dick, like he should be able to- like he really wanted- it was tricky to even
reach inside his shorts, tight enough to barely permit a hand inside to jack
it. So his hands trembled idly against the desk.
"I've thought about you fucking me like this, but I wrote it off as you're way
too lame to actually follow through."
Really. Krei blinked. He thought for a moment. "Put your legs together. That's
it." He very softly gripped and positioned Hiro's legs together, as if Hiro
doing it himself wasn't enough. Nice how his thumb just grazed Hiro's balls
from the back- bent over like this, it was possible to just barely see it, and
get access to it. "And if you want, keep your hands on the desk."
"And that's all?"
"If you don't mind- arch your back." He watched Hiro shift his positioning a
bit. "No, like this." He gently brought Hiro's stomach closer to the desk, and
lifted his hips higher. He stood back a little, and gazed at Hiro. "There.
Nice. Wait-" He changed his mind. Gently touching Hiro's thighs, he nudged them
closed to be tighter together by just the tiniest bit. And then, changing his
mind again, he pushed Hiro's stomach a little bit further down, so that it was
nearly flush with the desk, ass up, leaning against the frame, with his hard-on
just brushing against it. "There."
It looked really, really lewd.
"Yes, right there. Perfect. Don't move, if you could."
"Are you... are you going to fuck me?"
"No."
"Then why in the hell-"
"Wait- do you want me to?"
"You'd fucking better do something, anything, before I die of blue balls and
keel over. I thought I was gonna get some and this is so fucking boring. Jesus
christ."
"Hmph."
He felt the presence closing in from behind, tingling the hairs on the back of
his neck. How he fantasized about this so many times. He heard some rustling
around, and then a massive dick pressing up against him. The cock was
positioned in between the scarce amount of chubbiness by the upper part of the
boy's legs.
And he felt it. It didn't have to be gentle. There was one hard, massive cock,
quite literally shoved between his legs. "What about now?"
The size of it near pushed his legs apart, but large hands encouraged, squeezed
his legs to keep them appropriately together. His thighs squeezed and worked
Krei's dick. It was an embarrassing pose, that was for sure, but it was perfect
for whatever this was. As it was fully in, Krei's cock came right up alongside
Hiro's. It moved against his. Hiro automatically thrust his hips forward,
trying to get more. More of Krei's dick, more of it sliding up against his,
more of anything, all while keeping his hold on the edge of the desk and
staying bent over in front of the adult sponsor of all his inventions. If this
exclusive show was some idea of his to get Krei to forget about the schedule,
it was pretty effective. When it was all the way in, Krei held himself there,
started to stroke Hiro's dick over the compression shorts, started to play with
and pinch Hiro's chest.
And then he started to thrust it. Between Hiro's thighs, in and out. Over and
over, Hiro tried his damndest to keep at it, keep trying to hold his legs
together despite the gigantic member drilling them apart, it wasn't the easiest
thing when he was so damn skinny and there wasn't a lot of matter there to
begin with. The flight suit was so damn smooth and slippery and perfect for
this. Krei's spit-covered dick wet the thighs of his flight suit pants, rubbing
against the wet latex-like material.
The perfect, unobstructed view of that tight ass and slender legs obediently
positioned, bent over in front of him was enough. Damn, that flight suit was a
perfect fit.
"W-were you trying to watch me bent over, earlier? When I was picking up that
wiring kit?"
"Nope." He remembered when that was, as they put those last remaining touches
on the gear. He thought very little of it. Now those same violet plates were
under his fingers, covering the slim torso of the suit. "But I am now."
Holy hell, the sight of that tight little ass up, waiting, his very own test
pilot to do with as he pleased like this. The things he wanted to do to it. And
Hiro's slim waist and hard cock felt perfect in his hands, he rocked against
them while keeping his grip on the desk only. Then Hiro pressed his thighs even
closer together and wriggled backwards against it. Amazing what he could do
even with no hands. Krei seized up and had to stop what he was doing.
"Why'd you stop?"
"It's... too much... if you keep doing that-"
"This?" Squeezing his legs together, he worked it over his dick several more
times, even when Krei remained perfectly still, or very nearly tried to fight
back. The visual of it was really what did it. The image of that tight little
genius's body bent over in front of him, pro-actively fucking himself on his
cock. Maybe Hiro was right, it did need more. Actual, bodily penetration. A wet
fuck. It, going in. But what raw sensation there was, plus the image of it all,
it was more than enough for him. He let out a gasp and felt the buckling of his
knees.
Keeping himself standing, he embraced Hiro warmly, snugly from behind, wrapping
strong arms around the boy's chest and stomach, while absently kissing his
neck. It pulled Hiro standing also, flush against the man's body, leaning
against his collar. Even with that dick firmly wedged between his legs. He was
nothing if not flexible and with his posture arched a bit backward like this,
it puffed his chest out, and a prime opportunity to get his nipples pinched and
played with again through the suit fabric, as Krei could sneak his fingers
underneath the plates. Hiro wanted to get them pinched and flicked in the cold
air even when the aching between his legs told him he needed something much
more than that.
"F-fuck- Hiro, please-"
So he kept working his thighs over Krei's dick, stroking it over and over,
trying to make it cum, even when he began to hear desperate, labored breathing
behind him and the feeling of someone undecided whether to go for it or pull
away. The fingers that gripped his waist and chest started to tremble and grip
tighter.
"Please what?"
Hiro didn't let up. It was too late. He'd gotten a hold of Krei's weakness and
Krei didn't have the stamina to go any more, the willpower to pull away, he had
to cum. His balls tightened up, his cock thrust all the way up between Hiro's
thighs, lined up with Hiro's dick, slamming up against it. Usually, he had to
mentally focus himself on the moment in which was going to cum. It was a very
conscious, deliberate thing. This was different. This was totally involuntary.
"Shit, shit, shit." He flailed as if he'd been stung, not pulling away, but
looking for something.
"What's wrong?"
"Can't get any on your suit!"
Hiro snickered, far less fazed by any of this. He turned backward and started
to kiss Krei's neck and gently flirt with him while the man frantically felt
around, for something, anything- and pulled some tissues from nearly. In the
nick of time. He held the tissues to his cockhead holding it there
unceremoniously for a few seconds.
Shot after shot came forth and it managed to absorb it. Most of it. Krei looked
down, breathed a sigh of post-orgasm bliss and relief at the controlled damage,
although there definitely were a couple drops that got missed- something Hiro
noticed and chose to keep to himself.
"Seriously-" He looked at the tissues, as Krei polished the remainder off of
his cock. "You get your rocks off just from this. Wow." Not much one for
repartee right now, still touching down back to reality, Krei said nothing and
went to disposing the wrecked tissues inside other tissues. "Well?"
"Well, what?" Into the garbage they went, underneath some black plastic and
styrofoam packaging.
"Now, I can't go back out there, like this."
"Oh, no?" It only now just occurred to him. The boy still had this raging hard-
on, it looked completely unacceptable for public appearance. In a certain
light, Krei might like to see him try it. In jest, he asked "You think there's
time?"
"Do I think there's time." He repeated. "Let's say we make time." Before Krei
could do anything, Hiro used his full body weight to abruptly pull him down to
his knees, throwing him off balance. He had a fair amount of physical strength
when he wanted to, and here he caught Krei off guard. Sticking his thumb into
Krei's mouth, gripping the man's face, he asked, "How does that sound?"
"Fthoumdfs g-"
Hiro smiled- he really should keep the screwing up of his suit to a minimum,
but fuck it. He unbuckled the multiple fasteners on the pants and peeled
himself out of the compression shorts. Damn. Felt much better already, now that
that part of him wasn't being painfully suffocated. He brought his cock up to
Krei's lips, and the man started to lick and suck the head, bringing his hands
up to grasp Hiro's thighs. "It- it feels so good, but, like... you're going so
slow..."
For the briefest of moments he pulled away. "Trying to avoid dislodging any
more of your suit."
"Oh, for fuck's sake-" Blue eyes looked up at him, bewildered- the next thing
they saw was one boot planted right on Krei's own chest and it pressed forward,
bringing the man toppling backwards, laying unceremoniously on the ground. Just
like that, Hiro came right down and crouched over him, bringing his dick once
again to Krei's lips. Like this, at this rate, it would surely strain the
components even more, and unhook the COM they so painstakingly attached to him.
"How's this? Let me fuck your face."
Krei complied, accepting that there was no way they could have everything ready
in time. Sure enough there was a young, teenage dick sliding once again past
his lips fucking his face. Like this, Hiro truly was using him as some kind of
sex sleeve, grabbing the man's shoulders and just sticking it in. Krei felt his
eyes start to water as he sucked it the best he could. He could reach up with
his hands and maybe fondle Hiro's balls or ass. There wasn't even time. Before
he could even think about it, he tasted hot cum decorating his tongue.
"You don't wanna make a mess, right? That's where you come in. Swallow it." He
pushed it in a little bit further. "All of it? Nice."
He obediently swallowed the load down, even as it was being pushed right into
his throat, with little other choice if he wanted to breathe. He liked to keep
sucking on it after each spurt- inadvertently that caused even more jizz to
come out and prolonged the whole thing while the teen continued to fuck his
mouth. Finally, as it was done, he licked the last part out of Hiro's slit and
the boy pulled out. Well, he lasted all of five seconds.
Hiro collapsed down, still straddling Krei's chest, and Krei winced as the
spent, soaked dick flopped against his ear. He gently tried to get Hiro to
stand up- "Okay- can we get ready to go, now?"
"Wow, you're such a romantic."
"I just mean-" There was an abrupt knock at the door, and they both looked over
at it. Hiro hastily shoved the black, tight shorts into place, and began to
straighten out his flight suit pants and gear. The noise outside had changed,
from a blaring video simucast with music to what sounded like another demo
session lead by the second group who was bumped forward.
"You guys nearly all ready?"
"One minute!" Hiro called out as he stuffed the upper half of his suit back
into place and haphazardly re-connected the COM. Krei was already looking
presentable enough- his dick back in his pants, he zipped up his fly, fastened
his belt buckle and was already straightening out his tie. Hiro asked him,
"How's this?"
He glanced at the test pilot-to-be up, and down. "Uh-" The COM piece was on
backwards- Krei quickly straightened it and reconnected it firmly in place. The
rest of the plates, he glanced over and adjusted a couple of them. It wasn't as
symmetrical as it was before, but everything was functionally there, correctly
attached and outfitted to perform. "Looks good to me."
Hiro took the cue and went up and unlocked the door. This instantly summoned
the co-ordinator, who focused all her attention on mic-ing Hiro- paying no mind
to the mess of insulated carbon-fiber plating and electrical connectors all
over the floor, that used to be neatly stacked and organized- or to one
Alistair Krei who was looking worse for wear. The CEO glanced on his phone,
half-expecting the world to have come crashing down while they scrambled the
progress of their demo lineup. Not quite as bad as he thought. Some comments on
the feed from people only watching this for Hiro's demo- it appeared that he
had a lot of fans at the college- but nothing from the press or investors.
He could do nought but watch on the small display alongside some of the other
presenters, stage co-ordinators and some other corporate folks who had to
actually get up and talk, unable to take their seat in the audience. He watched
fearfully- every element in every demo was a point of risk, but there was a lot
riding on Hiro's. He clenched his fist. If he'd known how difficult all of this
would be, he would've thought twice about trying to organize it. Krei Tech
wasn't the only one vying for the opportunity to work with Hiro. They might
very well end up in a bidding war, of sorts, with the university- or hell, with
another company- for licensing of his inventions. Today was their day, though.
With the stage assistants in tow, Hiro was lead out to the front, and they
activated massive, architectural brackets which converted the presentation
space into a mini-jet-component hangar. From here, even Krei couldn't get the
whole picture- only bits and pieces, muffled sound and ballpark decibels from
the audience. There was one, unmistakable "Hello. I am Baymax." He kept his
place standing alongside the others, everyone far too antsy to sit down on any
of the school-assembly-style chairs. Glancing at his phone, there was another
thing of interest, a memo from his assistant- that a representative from their
competitor was indeed here, in person. A lot could be seen in the live demo
that couldn't be seen in the stream. They weren't dumb. If they were to try and
replicate things, this would be the best way.
Something caught his eye.
"-Your personal healthcare companion."
There was someone he didn't recognize, lingering along the wall below the
supports for the rafters. Of course, he could never be expected to recognize
all the hands here, but there was something unusual about this one. No expo
badge, no uniform for their contractor- didn't look like a photographer. Much
as he wanted to convince himself it was nothing- he messaged his assistant
about it. Needed a second set of eyes.
"What is this bot capable of, you ask? There's diagnosis and treatment powered
by a state-of-the-art AI routine, a human-friendly interface, and of course-
" one member of the security team signaled by Krei's assistant got the message,
and started toward the stranger. They weren't too invested in the presentation,
rather engaged with something on their tablet computer. "Flight."
All eyes were on this new mode of the white robot, as Hiro planted himself in
its back and punched in the controls. All the cameras re-co-ordinated for an
exclusive view of the robot's control panel, which was double-Dutch to anyone
but Hiro, and the launch space.
But when he hit the button, there was nothing.
Pushed it again. And again. People on the stream could see; Krei spat out his
water. He tried to cast it off like it was intentional, and the audience
partially bought it. Hiro glanced around, and there it was. The network cable
that routed signals from the controller to the Krei Tech-branded dispatch
equipment was severed. It couldn't be a faulty cable, could it? He dismounted
from the robot, and looked. No, this was clearly a job.
Amidst the confusion all around, Hiro knelt down and looked at the wire. There
it was, stripped and severed. They'd set it up with a hard data cable instead
of relying strictly on wireless technology, which had proved too flaky in the
past, go figure. Hiro produced a connector similar to a wire nut, from his
pocket, and linked the cable once again. The LEDs for data-out on the
controller illuminated and that was all he needed to go on.
Planting himself atop Baymax once more, it launched. Krei collapsed back
against the wall.
As the entire presentation grew to a close, everyone congregated backstage for
photos- and some, for a meet-and-greet with the board of directors. Amid the
noise and shoulder-to-shoulder crowd of people, there was Hiro Hamada,
bombarded with praise and questions, recruiters asking if they could contact
him. Krei watched, as security escorted out a man recognizable as a hired thug.
On examining the paraphernalia on him, the logos and security clearance- it was
from none other than Krei Tech's competitor. There was no small amount of
pushing and shoving, and first- but he eventually conceded, the gig was up. He
walked out with them. Shortly after, more of the security guards walked out
too, with the man's accomplices. They had real, video evidence with which to
press charges for trying to sabotage the demo.
Krei peeled himself away from the other executives for the time being- he
checked his phone, having heard back from the assistant about the security
call. They'd need to decide how to react in the press. He began to organize a
meeting. At an opportune moment his phone crashed, so he restarted it. An
internal, non-production-class device he was testing for fun, so it was just as
well. As his gaze shifted away from that low-resolution POST screen, he looked
up to see him. The test pilot himself.
"Pretty good, right?"
And that same gap-toothed smile. Hiro was holding some gifts from the company,
together with some of the equipment he'd brought onstage which didn't pack so
neatly.
"It was perfect." Krei said.
"Will you help me again, with this?" He gestured to the violet plates he was
outfitted in, and now- cables that were tangled up in the gloves.
The same dressing room as before, Hiro brought Krei inside and it was in the
exact same condition. He'd made a mental note to try and reorganize the
hardware here and calibration tools as they belonged to the facility, they
weren't his. He didn't need Krei for this, but he didn't need him before
either. It was just nice. He pulled off his helmet and handed it to the CEO who
boxed it up more neatly and in fewer pieces than it arrived in. Then Hiro
tossed off his gloves, and started at the screws that binded the carbon-fiber
joints to the rest of the interfacing.
"They loved it. The flight demonstration. Baymax, too." Krei said. Hiro put his
wrench down, and put his arms around Krei. "I-" he looked for the right word.
"Thank you, Hiro."
The expo noise continued as all the crowds were emptying into the next hall for
access to the demo room. The closing remarks now over, it was the next real
draw- with a simulator for Baymax's flight system showcased alongside their
newest robotics lineup, capitalizing on all the excitement from the
announcements prior. Hiro had all the options in the world- to license the
flight system to SFIT's robotics faculty for publicly-funded research. Or, to
turn around and sell it to Krei Tech's competitor. Or keep it to himself, and
develop it out of his garage forever.
Despite the image brought forth by the expo, and attempts to link the design to
a company brand, no- the company wasn't actually invested in nudging him one
way or the other in terms of the ownership. The interest of their was product
compatibility. It felt good to bury his face in the man's suit collar. It felt
good knowing that he and Krei could, and would continue to work together. He
kicked the massive glove out of the way on the floor, and took a step closer.
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