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Kou wasn’t sure why he had decided to go alone to Hanako’s bathroom. Normally, he would only go with Nene, not finding much of a need to see Hanako by himself, without her. It wasn’t like he was purposefully excluding her, he told himself. If he had seen Nene in the halls on the way there, and she had asked where he was going, he would of told her. Of course. It’s not like he had anything to hide! Besides, again, he still couldn’t even pinpoint why he suddenly wanted to see Hanako. Just a feeling in his gut, he supposed.
But when he got to the bathroom, he stopped dead outside of the door. If he listened, he could hear faint, ragged heavy breathing on the other side of the door. It definitely was Hanako’s breath, and it almost sounded like... moaning? Or at the very least, noises of arousal. He felt like it would be better to just turn around and head back to his own class, since Hanako was clearly having a... private moment... but something inside him urged him to open the door. For a moment, he felt guilty for wanting to see what kind of depraved things Hanako did when he touched himself (he hadn’t even known Hanako had a real sex drive, actually) but he quickly justified it in his head, thinking that there was no guarantee that those were noises of pleasure, and maybe they were noises of pain! Maybe he should just make sure Hanako was okay...
So he pushed open the door to the bathroom, trying to ignore how his hands shook a little. He tried not to think about how he was invading on somebody’s private time, since he was just doing it to make sure Hanako was okay. So this wasn’t violating anybody’s privacy, right...?
At first, Kou didn’t really see anything out of the norm in the bathroom, so he figured Hanako was probably in his stall, which made sense. The huffing and panting was definitely Hanako’s, made clear now that the bathroom door wasn’t muffling the sounds. There was also no doubt now that the noises were sexual. Kou felt... very predatory by not turning around and pretending he never heard anything, but... it felt like his legs were moving on their own, heading towards the stall. His arms moved on their own, opening the stall door...
And sure enough, there was Hanako on the ground, curled up into himself, desperately humping into his own hand. The boy on the ground didn’t react at first, too absorbed in his own arousal to even notice he was being watched. Kou felt frozen in place, eyes trained on the mess of boy on the ground, a sort of heat building inside of him. Was he getting turned on, just from this? What kind of sick pervert-
Hanako looked up at Kou, making his whole body go cold. Hanako looked... completely worse for wear. His pupils were huge, almost completely taking up his irises. His face was bright red, his chin was soaked with drool- was he high? Had someone given Hanako drugs? Who the hell? He hadn’t even known supernaturals could get high. What-
“Candy...”
Kou jumped, realizing Hanako was speaking to him. Candy? What? Had someone given Hanako drugs in the guise of it being candy? Had he found drugs and took them thinking they were candy? Had he... intentionally done drugs?
“What? Hanako- what are you talking about?”
“Candy,” Hanako whined, weakly wiping the drool from his chin. “Gimme candy~”
Kou took a step back, equal parts horny and worried about Hanako. As hot as this was, what in the world was even happening?
“I don’t have candy,” Kou sighed. “What happened? Who- who gave you candy?”
Hanako got up, shaking, and practically tackled Kou, melting into the exorcist. “Candy-“
“I’m not candy!” Kou insisted as he tried to push Hanako away from him. He was definitely high on something, but he had no idea what. Could ghosts do crack, or was on Hanako on some kind of ghost drug? “Hanako, who did this to you?”
Hanako had no interest in Kou’s sympathy, and instead dragged him into a hungry kiss, moaning loudly into Kou’s mouth. He immediately tried to part Kou’s lips, trying to get his tongue in, only stopping when Kou finally got some leverage and shoved him off.
“Holy shit,” Kou managed, breathless. Hanako had no idea what he was doing, did he? “No. No doing that.”
Hanako whined again, hanging loosely off of Kou. “M’horny.”
“I can tell,” Kou replied, gently pushing Hanako a little further away to get some more space between them. “Are you okay? Who did this to you?”
There was no answer- instead, Hanako took Kou’s wrist and tried to guide it down to his crotch. “Touch me here-“
Kou yanked his hand back. “No, Hanako! I’m worried about you. Please...”
It was getting ridiculously hard to resist Hanako. He couldn’t help it; Hanako looked so easy like this. Weak and fogged and submissive and god damn it did he want to get his cock in that ass and fuck Hanako’s brains out but that was not what a friend should be thinking. A friend should be thinking about how to comfort a clearly drugged-out-of-their-mind friend and how to nurse them back to sobriety... so maybe Kou wasn’t much of a friend after all.
“Is that not how you wan’ it?” Hanako asked, trying to erase the space between them again. “What if I got on my hands and knees and you took me from behind? That how you like it?”
Oh god, yeah, that was exactly how Kou wanted it. He was so, so very tempted. Would Hanako even remember this later? Probably not, right? So maybe it wouldn’t hurt... it would make Hanako feel better, right...?
“Alright, yeah,” Kou said, voice thick with lust and shame. “Yeah, that’s how I want it. So do that for me, ‘kay?”
Hanako looked very eager (though it was hard to tell if he was already this eager or if giving into his lust added to it) and did as he was told, albeit very clumsily. He was barely holding himself together, which added to Kou’s guilt, but it was too late now. No going back, not when Hanako was now on his hands and knees, his ass facing Kou. God, there really was no resisting him now.
Shaking almost as much as Hanako was, Kou sat on his own knees, more upright than Hanako who was practically melting into the ground, arms unable to hold himself up. His own crotch was aligned with Hanako’s ass, and he could tug Hanako’s pants right down and fuck right into him like this. He was painfully hard, and he doubted Hanako needed any foreplay with how turned on he was, but... it still felt kind of mean to just shove himself in. So he decided to take it a little slow, at least as slow as Hanako was going to let him take it.
He tugged down Hanako’s pants and boxers at the same time (for some odd reason, Kou was kind of surprised that Hanako wore boxers even though that just seemed like the normal thing to do, and even more surprised that they were plain white) and shoved a finger into Hanako’s hole. The noise Hanako made in response was loud and lewd and went right to Kou’s cock. And for just one finger...
“You okay?” Kou asked, a little startled by the intensity of the sound. “Too much?”
“More-“ Hanako sobbed. “More more more more-“
Fuck. The begging. Even if it was just the babble of one word repeated over and over again, it was still hot, and still made Kou’s mind spin, almost feeling as high as Hanako looked. Wasting no time, he slipped a second finger in, thrusting them hard, which was welcomed by another sobbed moan.
“Kou!” Hanako cried. “Kou- Kou- please-“
Holy shit, Kou hadn’t even known that Hanako had been at least aware enough to know that it was him, and just a few minutes ago knowing that Hanako knew would have made him feel like shit. But now... now the fact that Hanako knew who he was being fucked by and loved every second of this all the same made the blood rush right out of his head and straight to his dick.
“Please what, Hanako?” Kou hummed, something in him shifting as he thrust his fingers harder, looking for that certain someplace. “What is it?”
Hanako was already dissolving into a mess of moans and whimpers, just from being fingered by someone very inexperienced. Kou had never done anything like this before, and truth be told, he was just replicating what he had seen in porn. Though it was very obvious Hanako would enjoy himself even if Kou was terrible at this.
“Please fuck me! Please Kou, please fuck me- please, I’ll be good- I’ll be so so good, please-“
“Good boy,” Kou groaned, pulling out his fingers in favor of working on pulling down his own pants. “God, fuck- you’re so good, Hanako... so good...”
He was almost glad Hanako was high- if he wasn’t, it would have been way too obvious that he had no idea what he was doing. Should he have spent more time prepping Hanako? Does he just slide his cock right in? What about Hanako’s cock? Did that need more attention?
It was like his body was acting on its own again, and before he knew it, his own pants and boxers were down at his knees, and he was gripping Hanako by the hips. He hadn’t realized, at least not fully, how horribly hard he was, and it was killing him to not just start pounding into Hanako. He didn’t want to hurt him, and he knew that it was already going to kind of hurt since there was obviously no lube. Instead, he asked, “Do you really want this...?”
“Yes!” Hanako moaned, trembling with anticipation. “God, yes, yes, please- I want it- I want it-“
Kou groaned at the begging, his mind going a little swimmy. “Okay... okay... just tell me if it gets too much.”
It wasn’t like Kou was exceptionally big, but he felt huge next to Hanako. Hanako was small, and he couldn’t help but fear that he might break him. As hot as it’d be...
Letting out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, he pushed into Hanako, trying to go slow, wanting to let Hanako adjust. A small whine bubbled in his own throat, but Hanako-
Hanako was a loud and moaning disaster, just from slowly being pushed into. It made it so fucking hard to to stay slow and not rail him into the fucking floor, but even with Hanako being high, Kou couldn’t in good consciousness willfully hurt Hanako. He wouldn’t lie though, hearing the whines and sobs coming from the other boy, just from having something so deep inside of him, was adorable. Hanako was adorable. It occurred somewhere in the back of his head that he might have had a crush on Hanako, but now was not the time to contemplate feelings.
“Can I move?” Kou asked, his voice shaky. He just wanted to wreck Hanako. God, he hoped Hanako would let him wreck him.
“Please,” Hanako sobbed in response, his voice wet and thick. “Please please please please pl-“
Kou pulled almost all the way out, and then slammed right back in, reveling in the way Hanako screamed with pleasure at the feeling. The tightness around his own cock made him dizzy, and he thrust in again, and again, and again, listening to Hanako babble with delight every time. It was music to his ears, growing addicted to the sound, wanting to do anything he possibly could to hear it.
He gripped Hanako by the hair, tugging hard as he fucked into him faster. “Feel good?” he panted. “That feel good, Hanako? You want more?”
Hanako gasped harshly, tears pouring down his cheeks. “Yes! Feels so good! More, more...!”
Shit, Kou wasn’t going to last much longer, not with how tight Hanako’s ass was, or with how pleasured he sounded, or with how wonderful it felt to be violently fucking into something so small and cute. Not to mention that this was his first time fucking anything but his hand, and it felt absolutely blissful. He felt hot, his stomach bursting with heat and arousal. It felt so fucking good-
With a few more rough thrusts, he was coming inside Hanako, groaning loudly at the feeling. Fuck- just the thought that he was filling Hanako up with his cum made him feel dizzy and good. And the way Hanako responded so positively, with gasps and sobs and sniffles of his own, made it feel impossible for Kou to stop moving, not until he had completely finished deep inside of Hanako. His movements slowed to a halt, panting, having a hard time recollecting his thoughts.
Still buried inside Hanako, Kou reached forward to grab at Hanako’s cock and oh god it was so adorably small. Maybe three or four inches, and it was still hard, too. Slicked up with cum, but still hard.
“You still hard?” Kou asked breathlessly. “Wanna cum again?”
“Please,” Hanako replied, still coming down from his high. He whined as Kou pulled out of him, hating how empty he felt without a cock in him, though he shivered at the feeling of cum dripping from his hole.
Kou sat on the floor, pulling Hanako into his lap and guiding his head to his shoulder. “Shh... Just relax and let me take care of you, okay?”
The ghost responded with a weak nod, burying his face against Kou’s neck, mewling as the exorcist stroked his cock slowly. He bucked up into his hand, which was met with another “Shh,” and had his hips forced back down. He was weakly grabbing at the other boy as the pumping at his cock increased in speed. Though he was a little out of it, he couldn’t help but babble about how good this felt, about how he needed more, more, more-
He gasped as his orgasm hit him, curling up into Kou, sobbing at the intensity of having his second orgasm in such a short time. Just the feeling was enough to take him higher than the drugs ever could.
Kou smiled a little as he felt Hanako cum, keeping a steady pace to help him ride out his high. “You’re doin’ good, Hanako, you’re doin’ so so good... You’re so good...”
He kept moving his hand until he was sure he had milked Hanako dry. At this point, Hanako was just a shaking, whimpering mess, and all Kou wanted to do was hold him close and tight, so he did, shushing Hanako gently as he rubbed his back.
“You did good... you did so good...”
Much to Kou’s surprise (since he didn’t even know it was possible for ghosts to sleep) Hanako was asleep in his arms not long after, looking small and sweet and-
Fuck, yeah, Kou really was crushing, huh?
He sighed, nuzzling into Hanako. Finally fully down from his high, he realized that Hanako was... cold. Of course. What did he expect? Hanako wasn’t alive, so why would he feel warm and alive? It still broke Kou’s heart if he thought about it too much, so he just tried not to think too hard.
He joined Hanako in sleeping just a few moments later, forgetting about class. Even if there was an icy emptiness to holding Hanako, it still felt good. Even ghosts deserved to be held, he supposed.
Of course, Nene was nothing less than disgusted when she came to the bathroom after her own classes only to find the two boys cuddling with no pants on and cum on the floor. They could’ve at least cleaned up after themselves, geez... She was not cleaning their cum for them.
***
The next day, Hanako seemed fine again, sober, and hadn’t said a word about what had happened the previous afternoon. Kou figured he just didn’t remember, which was equal parts relieving and disappointing. At least Hanako wouldn’t remember being creeped on. That’s the last way Kou wanted to be remembered.
It was probably safe to assume that Hanako didn’t remember, right?
Wrong. Of course. Nothing would ever go that smoothly.
Nene had gone home for the day, and Kou was about ready to go too, half-lingering in the bathroom. He almost wanted to ask how much Hanako remembered, but he couldn’t bring himself to, until...
“Hey, kid,” Hanako said, snapping Kou out his daze. “C’mere for a sec?”
“Huh?” Kou asked, taking a step foward. “What do you want?”
“Close your eyes,” Hanako purred.
“Wh-?”
“Come on! Just close your eyes.”
Kou scoffed, but closed his eyes. “If you think you can scare me, you’re wr-“
He was cut off by the feeling of something cold against his lips. Was he...?
He opened his eyes when the coldness faded, to find Hanako right in front of him, looking flustered. “What...?”
“For... making me feel good yesterday,” Hanako mumbled, refusing to make eye contact. “It... was really nice.”
Kou was completely dazed, so instead of responding, he tugged Hanako back in for another kiss. The action was reciprocated immediately. Something tugged at Kou’s heart. Hanako was kissing him like he had never felt loved before.
The solution, he decided, was to make sure Hanako felt loved, of course. Maybe with less drugs next time. Or maybe more. Depends.