freaky little guy

"Hey, Toshi? Do you think you could… c'mere?"

Toshinori's ears perked up at the sound of your voice floating in from the bathroom. He stood up from his spot on his bed and made his way to you.

Tonight was your anniversary with the retired hero, and he decided to treat you both to a nice dinner. The restaurant was one you would pass frequently, excitedly talking about it with your friends and Toshinori whenever you got the chance. When he showed you the reservation he made, you cheered and nearly jumped the man in your excitement: Toshi nearly had to turn into his muscle form to keep from falling over.

Both of you dressed to the nines in your suits (you had to convince Toshi to leave the yellow abomination home and wear something a bit more classy) and dinner went fantastically; time simultaneously felt too slow and too fast as you spent the meal enjoying each other's company and reflecting over the past year together.

Toshi opened the doors for you once you came home. As soon as the front door closed you pulled him in by his suit lapels and kissed him, relishing in the surprised noise your hero made when you did. You kept hold of his lapels until he finally put his hands on your waist; he squeezed the meat there while you reached behind his head and wrapped a lock around your finger and tugged. Toshinori moaned into your mouth, allowing you to dart your tongue in to explore his mouth. His knees nearly gave out as he felt your tongue trace over his teeth, eliciting another moan from him before you pulled away. A string of saliva still connected your lips as the flustered ex-pro waited for your next move.

"Sorry," you panted, "I want to continue this, I just need a shower first."

"Sure," Yagi nodded, his cheeks pink. He licked his lips and saw the saliva string break. You smiled at him and gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek before heading for the bathroom. Toshinori smiled after you and took his time getting to your shared bedroom. As he walked down the hallway lined with pictures of your years together, he gazed at each one lovingly, the memories springing up like blooming flowers. A day at the beach, you posed with him in his muscled form and his skinny form. That day was not long into his retirement, when not being muscled in public still felt strange and exposing. But you were there, loving him just the same.

It wasn't long after sitting that Toshi came to find you in the bathroom. He stopped upon seeing you; your shirt was unbuttoned and pushed aside, the binding tape that matched your skin tone visible. Yagi could see the ends curling up, residue left behind where the tape didn't adhere anymore. Frustration was clear on your face before you caught Yagi's eyes in the mirror, and you turned to smile sheepishly at him. "Do you think you could help me? I'm having trouble reaching around my back." Despite your kissing earlier, your face stayed warm at the thought of Toshinori removing your tape, but it was time for it to go and the process would go a lot smoother with his help.

"Oh, uh, sure," he said, pink blossoming on his cheeks.

"Thanks," you smiled. "Here's the oil. Just, spread the oil along the adhesive side while you pull. And please go slow."

Toshi looked at the area you gestured to and nodded. "Okay." He rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt up and gathered enough oil in the dropper. The oil felt good on your irritated skin and made you shiver as Toshi rubbed it in before slowly peeling the tape back. It started smoothly, until it snagged on a piece of skin. "Ow ow ow, Toshi," you grimaced. "More oil."

"Oh! Sorry." Toshinori gathered more oil and coated the piece of tape thoroughly once more before he slowly started peeling again. This time, he felt the tape begin to stiffen before you said anything and quickly reapplied more oil. You smiled at him over your shoulder, earning you a small smile from him as he continued.

Ever so slowly, more and more of your chest became free. Toshi kept his eyes firmly planted on his work as he continued, and his face grew redder and redder as more skin became exposed. This was all flesh he had seen before, of course, but never in a setting such as this.

Once one breast was free, Toshi let out a relieved sigh and threw the soaked tape away. His oil-slick hand stayed in place and he began to rub circles there. You rotated to show him the other side and he began the same process. Soon your other breast was free too, with minimal irritation this time. You let him remove the nipple guards too, and he took extra care with those. When he finished, Toshi still had plenty of oil of his hands. Before he could wash it off, you grabbed his wrist and said, "Do you… think you could massage them? I'm sorry, I know this isn't as… sexy as you're used to, I just–"

"Are you kidding? I'd be happy to, sweetheart," Toshi smiled at you, softly despite his blush. "You do so much for me, I enjoy getting to take care of you like this, I promise." He gave you a soft kiss as he began to rub the oil into your skin. "Plus, it is a little sexy," he grinned. You laughed at him and wrapped your arms around his neck again, pulling him as close as possible. The oil on your skin felt like heaven after peeling the binding tape off, and even with Yagi's calloused hands, he knew how to be gentle. Your head rested on his, foreheads connecting on a shared thought, a shared need, as Toshi's thumbs circled oil onto your nipples, teasing the sensitive area until they hardened. You hummed against him, the pleasure from your quick make-out returning.

"I still need to shower," you sighed.

"I'm not opposed to doing it in the shower…"

You giggled before drawing away from your love. "Alright," you smiled, "only if you help me bathe first."

Chrollo

Foreplay: He's very gentle and gradual with his foreplay, and lays the praise on heavy. He typically tries to make you finish at least once with his fingers in you before getting to the big event.

Turn ons: He enjoys seeing you tied up or handcuffed, putting complete trust in him to take good care of you. He's also a bit of a voyeur, and enjoys just watching you touch yourself at times.

What he's best at: Using his mouth and hands, and adapting to your needs. He's always been very observant, and uses that to his advantage. Every moan, every microexpression, and every word from you is vital feedback that he adjusts to in real time.

What he's worst at: Despite his aptitude with his mouth and hands, he finishes very, very quickly. He normally makes up for it with other methods, but that's the one major flaw he has in the bedroom.

Aftercare: He's not a fan of sticky messes, so he always cleans you both up quickly. He's not also big on cuddling, but he enjoys being near you and talking with you while you both sit in post-orgasmic bliss.

Illumi

Foreplay: He's very blunt with his advances, and prefers mutual masturbation as a form of foreplay.

Turn ons: His breeding kink is insane, regardless of whether you and him can or will have children. He'll overstimulate himself just to fill you up as much as humanly possible.

What he's best at: He recovers almost immediately after finishing, and typically doesn't even start getting soft until after the third or fourth orgasm.

What he's worst at: Kissing. He doesn't really do much of it at all, since it doesn't do anything for him. Sometimes if you beg enough or he's in a more sentimental mood, he'll kiss you briefly, but that's it.

Aftercare: He takes great pride in taking care of you after. He refuses to let you sleep until you've at least eaten, drank, pissed, and stretched. You always have to insist that he cuddle with you, and he usually relents only after you're taken care of.

Hisoka

Foreplay: He enjoys teasing you relentlessly until you beg for his cock. Sometimes he'll use his mouth, other times he'll get creative and use his Bungee Gum.

Turn ons: He's definitely a dacryphile and does anything and everything to see you cry. His favorite methods of doing so are spanking and overstimulation. He also loves leaving marks all over you and making you sore. It fuels a primal pride within him.

What he's best at: He has crazy stamina, and loves to edge himself, so you're in for the long haul with him. In fact, it's normally your tears and sobs from overstimulation that finally make him finish.

What he's worst at: He's horrible at paying attention to your needs. There have been plenty of times where you've had to smack him upside the head to get him to listen to you.