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Rika sauntered through the door after having successfully defeated another trainer attempting to take on the Elite Four. It had been a long day of interviews and shuffling trainers between herself and Poppy, no one managing to get past Poppy’s steel types. She nearly walked through the office without any thoughts but she had to do a double take when she saw Larry hunched behind a laptop.
“You’re still here?” She asked, genuinely surprised. It was getting late, Hassel had long since left having realised no one today was going to reach him. He had more important things to do like catch up on school work, and Poppy had to get home before it was too late despite her protests to stay longer. Larry, though? He was ever the hard worker, staying just in case he was called. He wasn’t, but he could have been. All this time he’d been hunched over a desk working at a laptop working out league sponsor budgets for the next quarter.
“Where else would I be?” He asked, eyes not leaving the screen. Rika huffed.
“I don’t know, maybe at home enjoying some coffee or whisky or whatever it is you drink at night.” Rika said and nonchalantly leaned on the desk Larry had claimed for the day. He just hummed and leaned his head side to side. He was getting stiff and sore and he grunted when something in his neck popped. “I uh, I had work to do.” He said and Rika sighed. “You always have work to do, look c’mere.” Rika answered and swiftly hopped off the desk, she made her way behind Larry and placed her hands firmly on his shoulders.
“What are you doing?” Larry asked. He wasn’t really one for physical contact… the only exception was Poppy because she’s a kid. Rika squeezed his shoulders firmly and fluttered her fingers to his nape.
“I’m gonna help loosen you up, your poor body has been poised over a laptop all day, have you even taken a break?” Rika asked.
“I had a snack a few hours ago.” He answered, conveniently leaving out that he ate at his desk. “So I’m fine.”
Larry was stiff under Rika’s touch and Rika firmly scratched her fingers at the hair on the nape of his neck. Larry’s skin tingled under Rika’s touch and when she ran her fingers up the back of his head he shuddered. She took a fistful of hair and tugged gently and Larry’s eyes fluttered shut. He took in a shaky breath… he wasn’t entirely sure what this feeling was yet, he was just lost a little in the sensations. Rika let go of his hair and her hands wandered to his shoulders, she gave a firm squeeze and rolled the muscle under her hands and Larry’s head lulled forward. Rika smiled, she knew Larry couldn’t argue against her magic fingers. She massaged his shoulders for a little while longer then rubbed her hands up his neck, making sure to use pressure. She carded her fingers through his hair again, this time using both hands and she took two fistfuls of hair and tugged lightly. The nerves in Larry’s scalp tingled so pleasantly and he absentmindedly moaned out a quiet “Oh…”
Rika laughed out loud and she let go of Larry’s hair. The sharp sound of her laugh snapped Larry out of his trance and his face went pink.
“Feeling good, Lar?” She asked with a grin, then playfully smacked Larry’s back when she saw the colour of his face. “Hey, no need to be embarrassed, a scalp massage is supposed to feel nice.”
“Having someone else make me feel good like this feels more intimate than I’m used to.” Larry admitted bluntly and Rika’s nose crinkled. That sure was a strange and specific way to word what he was feeling. Rika snorted.
“Is that okay, mr man?” She asked, gently carding her fingers through his hair again and Larry shuddered at the touch. He immediately let his head hang forward so Rika could massage his nape and he hummed. Rika continued her massage, taking tufts of hair in her fingers and clenching her hand just enough to tug at it lightly. Not enough to hurt, but enough to wake the nerves up, and God. Larry wasn’t quite sure he’d felt this way before. He kind of wanted Rika to pull his hair harder but he knew asking for that would make things weird. She scratched at his scalp and it felt nice but he couldn’t stop thinking about Rika tugging just a little harder harder, thinking even about it hurting a little.
“I can hear you thinking, Larry.” Rika said suddenly and Larry jumped. “What’s nestled in that brain of yours?” She asked and Larry shrugged.
“Your face is bright red, you know.” She told him and he could hear the grin in her voice. Larry took in a deep breath… and then exhaled. Something inside him felt funny but he decided not to think about it too hard.
“Can… can you pull my hair harder?” He asked, though it felt more like he had to choke it out. “Huh.” Is all Rika said in response and Larry felt himself getting anxious. His thoughts began to wander as he worried, wondering what she’d say. Would she call him out on being a weirdo?. It seemed Rika could tell though, since she started to lightly scratch at the edge of his hairline on his neck.
“Have you ever had someone pull your hair before?” Rika asked and Larry shook his head. Rika circled her fingers around the longer hair higher up on Larry’s head.
“Do you know what sort of feeling you’re wanting out of it?” Rika asked and Larry… Larry didn’t understand. He furrowed his brows. “What do you mean?” He asked. Rika lightly tugged at his hair. “I mean I know you have a hard time figuring out what sort of thing you’re feeling, putting meaning to it. That kind of thing.”
Larry hummed. He tried to think about it but Rika could see his mind was just going in useless circles. She leaned in close enough for Larry to feel her breath on his ear “I mean what does it feel like when I do this?” She asked and tugged at the hair on the back of his head harder. Larry gasped out and he pressed his legs together under the desk. The feeling of his hair being pulled went straight to his core and suddenly he realised exactly what it was he was feeling. He turned in is chair so fast it surprised Rika and he looked up at her with wide eyes. Rika looked down at him, taking in the sudden state he seemed to be in and her hunch was confirmed. Larry’s face was red, his eyes wide. She looked lower. His knees were pressed together and his slacks seemed, for lack of better words, fuller than normal. She could see Larry had a semi.
“I’m sorry.” Larry blurted out and Rika held her hands up in front of her.
“I had a hunch.” She admitted and Larry looked away, looked anywhere but at Rika. He felt… ashamed, even though he didn’t realise this was how his body was reacting. He also felt dumb for not realising.
“I don’t want you to think I only wanted sexual gratification from you.” Larry said awkwardly and Rika couldn’t hold back the laugh she barked out. She shouldn’t laugh, she knew she shouldn’t. But Larry was so…. Innocent in a way. He meant well, she knew that. She’d exposed him to a pleasurable feeling he’d never felt before, she didn’t blame him for getting hard. She trusted him, she wasn’t disgusted by him.
“Oh my god Larry, I know you’re the last person who would try to get off like that, don’t worry about it.”
Honestly, at the moment she wondered if he was a virgin, and if he wasn’t then when was the last he hooked up with someone- or fuck, even just got off by himself. Rika looked at Larry with a soft kind of fondness and Larry, well, he kind of looked like a mess. He was red, he was sweating, he looked incredibly embarrassed.
“Have you… ever been with someone else? Like had sex? Are you a virgin?”
Larry abruptly stood from his chair, turned around, and closed his laptop.
“Well I think I should be getting home, it’s late and I want to catch the Treasure Eatery before it closes, you know what I’m like.” Larry blurted out. His usual stoic tone of voice was replaced by a feeling of urgency and embarrassment. He was avoiding the situation. Before he could bend down to grab his work bag Rika took ahold of his shoulders and pulled him back to stand upright. She coiled her arms around him and held his chest. He was strangely firm, then she moved her hands downward towards his belly. There we go… he was soft there, which was more like what Rika expected of him.
“Do you want me to move my hands even lower?” She asked teasingly and lowered her hands further down to Larry’s belt. His breathing was heavy and he wasn’t sure what to do. He knew if he told Rika ‘No’ then she’d stop, but… he kind of didn’t want her to stop.
“And… let’s say I was a virgin…” God, admitting it even as a what-if felt embarrassing. He knew other men at the age of 50 passed those milestones when they were way younger but… well. Larry wasn’t ’other men’. He struggled to feel connected to other people and getting intimate with someone was something that just didn’t happen.
Rika just smiled behind him and she moved her hands back up to his chest. She rubbed gentle circles into his pecs.
“I’d ask if you’ve made friends with your hands.” She laughed out and Larry felt his face burn.
“Of course I have.” He blurted out, then covered his face with his hands. He… didn’t know what the right things to say were. He didn’t know what the right or wrongs things to admit to were. He just… knew he wanted to feel good.
“Can I sit back down?” He asked and his voice was quiet and small. Rika removed her arms from around her and moved her hands back to his shoulders, giving them a squeeze.
“Of course you can sit back down.” Rika replied with a surprising softness to her voice. It kind of made Larry’s chest flutter and he sat back down in his chair. “I wasn’t gonna force to like, stay standing or whatever, so what do you want?”
Larry stared into space a little bit. What did he want?
“Can you… pull my hair again?” He asked. His voice was careful but he still sounded unsure. Without hesitation Rika sat in his lap facing him and wrapped her arms around his neck. He didn’t expect this. God, he really didn’t expect this. They were so close that Larry could smell the cologne Rika was wearing- she could probably smell his too, he figured.
Rika reached her hand up the back of Larry’s head again, feeling and scratching at the short hairs, which caused a shiver to run down his spine. It felt… nice. A head scratch felt nice, relaxing even. He let his eyes closed and Rika grinned. Perfect. This was her perfect opportunity to play with him. She massaged her fingers gently further up the back of Larry’s head and she swore she could hear him purring. A low rumble in his chest. Then she grabbed his hair and pulled his head back hard.
A choked gasp made its way from Larry’s throat and his hips jerked up. Before he knew it another sensation hit him- Rika mouthed at his newly exposed neck and God. He gave out a breathy moan and he felt Rika smile against his neck. She licked at it, kissed and sucked, then finally bit down into his flesh.
“Fuuuuhck…” Larry groaned out. He’d… never felt like this before. He didn’t know his neck could feel so good, didn’t know having his hair tugged would make him moan like that. Rika pulled back and smiled grinned at him. He stared back through heavy eyes, a panting, red, and sweaty mess. Rika shifts in Larry’s lap as if to get comfortable.
“Y’know, Larry… I can feel how hard you are under me.” She teased, but Larry didn’t know how to respond to that. He was hard, he could feel himself pressing against the zipper of his slacks, but he hadn’t thought about how Rika could feel it too. He looked away, but Rika caught ahold of his cheek. “I didn’t mean that in a bad way, if that’s what you’re thinking”
He… did kind of feel guilty. His eyes moved back to Rika.
“So… what now?” He asked, uncertainly painted on his face. Rika laughed again, but it more lightheartedly this time as opposed to teasing. She scratched his nape absentmindedly.
“What do you want to happen now? We could stay here… might get risky though.” She replied cheekily. “Or… we could stop this. Do you want to stop?”
Larry shook his head. “No…”
“Right. Then we could stay here, or we could go to one of our places.” Rika said simply. “I wanna see how you live, do you have a house? Do you keep things tidy? I can’t imagine you having any decorations… you seem too boring for that.”
Larry huffed. “I have decorations.” He responded and Rika smiled sweetly at him.
“Then we can go to your place.”