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Nemuri fumbled for the keys to her apartment for a moment before jamming it into the lock.
"You're sure about this, Yagi?" She asked her colleague, her friend, beside her.
He nods, his face breaking out into an honest smile, a faint blush staining his cheeks in the light outside her apartment door.
"Consenting adult here, Nemuri." Toshinori said with nervous laugh, scratching at the back of his head. "Besides," he lowered this voice, almost masking the tremor of nerves. "It's not like we're... actually doing the deed, right? Just playing with some toys."
She suggested they go for a run before doing this, try to calm his nerves before he jumped right in to it. Still, she saw the way his body held a bit of tension in the way he held himself.
Nemuri nodded with a smile, getting the door open and Toshinori inside. "Well, I did say I'd help out a friend who wanted the experience. Two friends, playing with toys."
Nemuri turns the lights on, illuminating a modern living space with dark furniture and decorations.
"So this... thing... I just.... sit on it and..."
"The sybian," Nemuri said, taking her running jacket off and hanging it up in the closet, leaving her in her sports bra and matching yoga pants. "I guess equating it to an adult sit and spin was sort of a bad way of putting it. Even if it isn't too far off a comparison."
Nemuri lead him down the hallway to the guest bedroom where she had set up the sybian the prior evening. Some time ago, Toshinori had come to her with questions he had stemming from his lack of sexual experience. The days of All Might had come to an end, leaving his body a wreck. He had a list of problems he brought to Nemuri, in confidence; crumbling self esteem, touch deprivation, inability to maintain an erection when getting off some days. Nemuri took him immediately under her wing, giving him suggestions for toys to use and eventually, Toshinori admitted that some of her work was paying off. When she mentioned the sybian, his eyes lit up. He must have taken the prostate stuff she explained to heart and into practice and it was a long conversation about how it'd feel for a man if he'd take the proverbial ride. In all truth, Nemuri didn't mind sharing her toys, so long as she practiced safety and cleanliness. Toshinori was more than willing.
There wasn't much in the room, a cot for guests and the sybian itself that she usually kept in storage set up with the supplies she'd need: lube, condoms, the toy she had ordered online specifically for Toshinori's use, box of tissues and hand towels for clean up.
The hushed ruffling of Toshinori's track suit coming off filled the room as Nemuri busied herself with the remaining set up, giving him space to undress. Nemuri slid a condom over the toy and lubed it up generously, before patting the artificial leather covered seat the toy sat on.
"You're up." She says, looking up at Toshinori, who stared down at the instrument on the floor.
He was trembling slightly, cheeks holding on to the blush he maintained since he entered the apartment. His body, while still not anything near it's past size, was starting to become closer to lean now, she suspects that he owes it to the running for the improvement. His arousal was apparent through his boxer briefs, fingers toying with the elastic waist band. His eyes met Nemuri's and quickly adverted his gaze. She exhaled a long breath and stood, crossing the room to Toshinori. Reaching for his hand that was caught up with it's fidgeting at his hip, Nemuri gave his fingers a comforting squeeze.
"I'm... sorry." He murmured.
"Take your time, Yagi. If you want to postpone this, that's okay."
"Just nerves." He says. "I'm fine."
"If you don't mind me asking. When was the last time you... came?"
"Two weeks ago." He admits, pulling off his boxer briefs, folding them and putting them on top of his neat pile of clothing. "Days are long, the body doesn't always cooperate, it's hard to find someone who's... willing to help out."
He admitted a few months ago that he never sought out the company of men or women to satisfy this need. Life always got in the way before, other issues stayed in the way now.
Being all long limbs, straddling the apparatus was tricky for him as he moved into a comfortable kneel over the toy. It wasn't made for someone of his proportions, but he made due. Taking a spot on the floor in front of him, Nemuri moved the control panel onto her lap. Nemuri wasn't embarrassed over Toshinori's naked body, and even though he shown a little discomfort, he was already working through the initial embarrassment. Carefully, Toshinori lowered himself down on the toy. Nemuri made sure to order one that was relatively small, enough to fill Toshinori and hit him in all the right places if he went far enough. He winced as the toy sank in. When he hit his limit, taking the toy in fully, Toshinori pulled his thighs in close to the sides of the sybian.
"Slow down." Nemuri said softly, resting her hand on top of one of his that gripped the edge of the sybian, his bony knuckles going white. "Relax. Breath. There you go."
He let out a ragged breath, releasing his grip and turning his hand over to twine his fingers among Nemuri's. He breathed in slowly and exhaled, adjusting to the toy inside him.
Nemuri gestured to the control panel between her crossed legs and pointed to a dial on the left, then the right with her free hand. "This one controls the vibration, this one controls the rotation. I won't over stimulate you right from the get go. That would be over kill."
"Thanks for showing your concern for my life." He mused with a smile, before biting his lip.
"Tell me when you're ready."
He sighed. "Just be... gentle. I haven't had a lot of 'play' back there recently."
"Starting with the vibrations first." She said, turning up the dial to 1.
The hold on her hand tensed briefly as the loud hum of the vibrations sprang to life. Toshinori let out a soft gasp. Nemuri felt her own stomach flutter at the sound of the former number 1 hero gasping.
"Wanna try the rotation?"
"Yes." He murmured.
Turning the dial for the rotation, Toshinori's demeanor changed drastically. He squirmed, back arched as he leaned forward too far, his hands going to the floor in front of the sybian to keep himself up as he pushed himself against the toy. Nemuri smirked. Turning the vibration dial up a notch, Nemuri stole a glance at the way Toshinori's cock twitched, stiffened and bounced with the movements he made. The rest of his body was beginning to relax, his thighs moving away from their hold on sides of the sybian. She remembered him mentioning how he missed touch, most of all, since retiring. How he could go without sex, but things like hand holding, having a hand brushed through his hair, fingers on his cheeks, simple things like hugs and kisses were all things he felt like he was lacking but never felt like he could properly ask for these things. That kind of messed her up a bit.
The scar on his side was gnarled and raised. Toshinori was always hesitant about opening up about his body, but he mentioned the damaged insides so it would be obvious there was an entry wound. She'd seen the edges of it here and there when he stretched or when his running jacket was down and he had forgone a shirt that day on the track.
Leaning forwards, Nemuri pressed her lips to his ear. "Can I touch your scar?" She asked, in a near whisper.
He nodded and whisper back "Yes." with no hesitation. Pressing an open palm against the center of the scar, Toshinori moaned.
"Does it hurt?" She asked.
"No, its... not that.... when you moved... your hands slipped. You must have touched the controls and the speed went up for both... Ahhh... the vibrations and rotation. Hmmmmmm."
Nemuri drew back, the controls had in fact slipped and both were sitting at 5 now. Toshinori was holding up well with the speed. Her hand had slid down to his hip, thumb stroking it idly.
"Turn it down?"
"No. This is fine."
Sitting back now, she noticed that Toshinori was sitting back up and straighter now, leaning back as if he finally found that sweet spot.
"Nemuri... I don't want to cross boundaries, but..." He paused for a moment, his body trembling. "Could I... perhaps touch you?"
"Sure."
Scooting forward on her knees. "Free reign. Wherever you feel comfortable, I feel comfortable. Would you like me to remove anything?"
He bit his lip, eyes going straight to her chest. She smiles and pulls the sports bra off, throwing it off to the side and moves close enough so their knees are touching. Running her hands over her bare breasts, she pushes them up with a grin.
"All yours, big guy."
"Thank you." He replies, his large hands cupped them, rolling them gently.
If he wanted his hands on her tits, he can take his fill. He runs his thumbs over her nipples, working them into tight little peaks. The callouses on the pads of fingers and scars on his hands lend to the sensual feeling that has her skin breaking out into goose bumps. Between them, his cock twitches in approval. He leans down and rests his face on his shoulder, arms going around her and pulling her close to him. He loves hugs, she remembered that. She's pressing up against him now. His hands fist gently in her hair, as she wraps her arms around his torso.
"I'm going to finish." He whispers as he tentatively loosened his hold on her. "I suggest you move if... if you don't want it all over your stomach."
"Finish on me." She insisted, as she tugged him against her.
He grunts as he thrust and jerked against her. His body tensed as the warmth of his orgasm hit her stomach. There's a lot. 4 bursts of it, hot and sticky against her and the thought is oddly arousing as his cock slid between them with each load he shot. Plus ultra, she supposed. Nemuri feels Toshinori relax, sighing contently as he breathed deeply. His body is quickly going slack with post orgasm. Nemuri reached back for the controls and shut the sybian off. She gave Toshinori a few sluggish moments before touching his hip.
"Lets get you cleaned up." She says.
Softly, they pull away, Toshinori moving himself off the machine and onto the blanket laid beneath it. Nemuri begins the gentle task of wiping off Toshinori's stomach, pausing at his cock. She asks with a nod of her head if it's okay and he nods back. Running the towel along it, Toshinori lets out a small gasp.
"Sensitive, huh?"
There's a silence between them that's calm and lazy now as she uses the second towel to clean herself off, wiping up the cum that got between her breasts. Surprising, since she was so tightly pressed to Toshinori. She glances up to meet his gaze as she's wiping down her stomach. He has this sleepily lopsided grin plastered on his face.
"What's with the smile, Yagi?"
"Thank you." He said, earnestly. "For everything."
"If you'd like, I could help you with some sleep."
He was shaky as he got to his feet and Nemuri was quick to let him brace himself against her.
"A while won't hurt." He agreed. "I... don't think your quirk will be needed."
Leaning into Nerumi, she helped him to the cot, his body collapsing onto the bed with a sigh.
"Here's hoping you'll be walking straight by Monday." Nemuri said, heading for the door. "I don't think I'd be able to explain your booty call with my toys with a straight face."
Toshinori looked mortified for a moment, sitting up and taking pause before he started to laugh, falling back into the mattress. "Only a villain would do that."
"Get some rest, Yagi." Nemuri laughed. "I'll see you in a couple hours with tea. We'll talk about adding some more playtime to your schedule."