Author's note: Comments welcome, BTW.
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"What is that smell?" Honey asked, pulling Hiro into the closet with her.
If she kept her hand on his dick, she would find out soon enough. "Uhh... cleaning fluid?" Hiro suggested.
Honey slapped her forehead, narrowly missing her glasses. "
Duh!"
Hiro was shocked that the closet was empty and for a moment, he wondered if GoGo had escaped into a vent before remembering that this was real life, not a Marvel movie.
Mochi
would have a hard time getting through one of those vents. But
not
behind the door. Hiro looked briefly over his shoulder, seeing one very flushed, very
angry
Japanese woman wedged between the open door and the stopper on the wall.
Then Honey grabbed his face and pulled him into a heated kiss. He thought the purring sound she made had something to do with the fact that she tasted
herself
on him. Hiro was beginning to think that the yaoi manga he found on Honey's hard drive that one time hadn't really been for a school paper.
Then her soft hands were trembling on his face, her lips quivering inches from him. She gasped "I want you to
fuck me,
Hiro." She sounded like she couldn't quite believe she was saying the words herself. "I want you to... shove your big... your big
cock
inside me. Is that okay? Can we do that?"
Hiro thought of GoGo hidden behind the open door. He thought of the door opening out into the hallway, where anyone could pass at any moment. He thought of his cock going as deep into Honey's virgin sex as it had gone into GoGo's mouth.
"Absolutely," he said.
"
Yes!"
Honey cried, actually pumping her fist, then throwing the door shut for a measure of privacy. Fortunately, the room was too dark and she was far too preoccupied with him to notice GoGo, suddenly out in the open, her hand down her pants.
(She'd
clenched
hearing Honey Lemon say 'cock' in that breathy voice of hers.)
Hiro could barely see in the dark, but that just made it better, safer and more intoxicating all at once, hearing more than seeing Honey peel her sweater off, jogging her headband askew and making some of her golden hair flash in front of her face, lit by a line of light shining around the closed door. Her top, a paisley blouse with some indecipherable pattern on it, followed, and Hiro realized he should undress as well. Gingerly, he removed his shirt and Honey took off her bra, her nipples a pale pink when they met that narrow light.
Damn,
Hiro thought in an appreciative whisper, before realizing it wasn't some internal monologue, but GoGo exclaiming behind him. Hiro froze. All but his cock, which gave a treacherous jerk. The thought of GoGo watching him with Honey was... kind of hot.
Honey Lemon dropped her skirt, leaving her in nothing but her leggings, which without the skirt looked more like stockings. Or maybe really long knee socks. It was Grade-A Zettai Ryouiki, somehow making the sight of Honey leaning back against a shelf and spreading her legs even hotter than it had any right to be.
"Please, do it now." The way her voice quibbled on the 'do,' Hiro thought she might've slipped back into being squeamish about actually cursing. "Do it before I change my mind."
Though Hiro was hardly breathing lest it somehow make Honey change her mind, he heard a voice a lot like Baymax's in his head, talking about how alcohol could lower inhibitions, impair judgment... "Honey, maybe... we should wait a bit." She looked more crestfallen than he had ever seen her. "The, uh, eating is one thing, but losing your virginity... and you've had a lot to drink... I wouldn't want you to... I mean... I mean you're really special, Honey, and your first time should be really,
really...
special."
Pussy!
he heard GoGo cough, but that might've been just his imagination.
Honey blushed so hard that Hiro could even see it in the dark. "Hiro, it
will
be special. It would be special no matter when or where or how we did it, because however special I am, you're so very special too."
Hiro could
feel
GoGo rolling her eyes behind him.
"But," Honey added with a twinkle in her eyes, "I'm not
that
drunk."