[ToQger] Scales and Trains

[duckiesandlemons]

Title:  Scales and Trains
Rating: M
Fandom:  Ressha Sentai ToQger
Characters:  Suzuki Right, Nonomura Hikari
Summary:  When you have a crocodile boyfriend and you both are ready to go to the next stage it takes some maneuvering and figuring out of boundaries. Baby steps, baby steps.
Warning(s):  Xenophilia, Crocodile!Hikari, y e a h

Hikari is embarrassed, that much Right can gather with how the croc tries to cover his eyes with his claws.  Usually Hikari is calm, collected, but when this came up he clammed up.  He does nothing, averts eyes, flicks his tail—Right usually drops it but he’s been curious.  They’ve been progressing a bit farther (Hikari had been bold enough to slide claws underneath Right’s shirt) and Right, well.

He wants to know how it works with Hikari.

How it works and if Right would be able to return everything Hikari made him feel.

Right may like feeling good, he may sometimes plow on ahead without thinking things through, but with a person (croc) like Hikari he wants to make it last.  Feel good for Hikari, who Right is still waiting to say no.  Maybe he’s being a bit too aggressive?

“Hikari?” he asks, sitting up some.  Hikari hasn’t moved his claws away from his eyes at all.  Steadfastly not looking, and Right moves to try and pry Hikari’s hands away.  Too strong, as always.  Then again Hikari, being the tallest and largest (Akira barely met up, managing by being a shadow monster), had a strength Right could only match in suit.  Right tries again, “Hikari.”

One claw lowers, “…yeah?”

“What’s wrong?”

Hikari remains steadfastly quiet.  Well, curiosity pushed to the side because grumpy croc boyfriend is taciturn, Right needs to bring out the big guns.  He presses his mouth to the soft scaling underneath Hikari’s throat and blows.  It’s a startling raspberry, and Hikari jumps.  A giggle or two even escapes his mouth.  He would never, ever admit it, though.  Right does it again, this time hands joining in to rub at one spot underneath Hikari’s arms he knows is ticklish from experience.  A bit dangerous, but anything to make Hikari ease up.

“Right, stop—“ Hikari manages to get out between snorts and giggles. 

“Mmm, nope,” Right says.  “Not until you tell me what’s up!”

Hikari wriggles a bit, giving up after a bit and letting his hands fall to the side.  His claws prick at the seat.  Ticket wouldn’t be too happy at that but details.  “It’s…embarrassing,” Hikari admits.  “I’m still…growing, apparently, and it’s…it’s awkward.”  It’s the first he’s admitted to any of this, and Right feels a bit bad.  Has he been pressuring Hikari into things he doesn’t want to?  Hikari notices the look on his face and chuffs, “No, Right, you haven’t pressured me to do anything.  It’s just hard to collect my nerves.”

Okay.

“Because,” the corners of Hikari’s mouth turn down some, “well, it’s hard trying to figure out how things will work.  I’ll be honest.”

“We’ve been making them work—“

“Right, that’s kissing—“

“So we’ll just have to think of a way around this together!” Right says it with genuine enthusiasm.  Hikari looks a bit exasperated, but that embarrassment is gone.  Thank goodness.

“I…still have issues about it,” Hikari admits.  “It’s…not exactly nice to look at.”

Right highly doubts that, but if Hikari isn’t so sure…

“Should I close my eyes?” Right asks.  “We’ll go slow, so nothing to worry about!  I won’t see, and it won’t be as embarrassing!”

“You say that like it’s easy,” Hikari shakes his head.  “We can try.”

Right grins, “Alright!”  He settles himself in Hikari’s lap, lets the crocodile place both hands on his waist, and dutifully closes his eyes.  He’ll let Hikari get comfortable, first.  It takes a bit, and all Right can hear is their combined breathing, but then Hikari moves.  He slides one hand up the back of Right’s shirt, claws sliding along skin.  The rough texture makes Right shiver. 

He arches his back some, pushes back against that hand.  It makes Hikari bolder, and he slides his hand around to Right’s front and runs his thumb along Right’s abdomen.  Right likes that, too.  He’s appreciative of how gentle Hikari is, and how in control of his strength he is.  Even though Right’s hands twitch, he doesn’t want to spook Hikari.  He’ll try his best to keep his hands to himself.

Hikari continues exploring.  He lets his hand slide further up, swipes across a nipple, and Right lets out the softest of sighs at that.  That is definitely something that boosts up Hikari’s confidence and his other hand is quick to join in.  Right is shaking in anticipation at this point, dick slowly hardening, and he brings his own hands up to rest on Hikari’s chest.  Hikari doesn’t flinch, as he does awkwardly lean forward a bit. 

Right does his own exploring, sliding hands down to lift up Hikari’s own shirt and rub at the belly scales there.  Hikari lets out a noise, and Right steadfastly keeps his eyes shut even though he wants to see Hikari’s face.  That’s okay, though.

He can see it.

How Hikari’s eyes are most likely gleaming, the way his nostrils will flair just the slightest.  The rise and fall of his chest, the way his teeth will click some—Right can see it clearly.  One of Hikari’s hands palms Right through his jeans, and Right definitely moans at that.  He pushes his hips forward some to encourage Hikari.  Maybe get the croc to grind his palm down some.  Hikari just takes in a sharp breath, a little bit out of his element, and that’s okay.

Right is, too.  It’s just his enthusiasm makes up for it.

“Hikari, can I?” Right finally asks.  “Can you show me?”

A quick pause.

“…sure.”

Right feels the hand still running up and along his sides move away, before it clasps his own wrist.  It guides his hand down towards button of Hikari’s jeans.  It takes a bit to undo everything one handed, but Right manages.  His fingers press into something slick, warm, and he’s a bit in awe.  He almost opens his eyes, almost, but the way Hikari shifts makes him remember.  If he opens them, it’s done.  Right doesn’t want that.

He presses his fingers in just a bit more and Hikari groans, a rumbling that Right’s never really heard to Hikari’s voice.  Right bucks his hips up into the hand Hikari still has pressed against his crotch.  Hikari gets the picture and starts moving his hand against Right. 

Right is trying to picture how this looks, though.  It’s a slit, maybe, and just—

Oh.

Oh, now he feels it.  Hikari’s dick is not at all shy about growing hard, and Right can barely fit his hand around it.  It’s hard, thick, warm, and Right presses his lips together.  He wants to see, he really does, it—

Maybe it’s the size that Hikari is embarrassed about.

Right doesn’t quite know about the look, considering it feels smooth and the head bulbous.  Certainly not human, which Right had been expecting.  Still, Hikari is trying to urge Right’s hand along faster.  Move quicker, and Right tries best he can.  He keeps grinding into Hikari’s hand, not even caring his pants and boxers are still on.  This is for Hikari, much more for Hikari, because Right wants to boost his confidence up as much as possible.

He wants this to happen again where he doesn’t have to close his eyes.

Right wants—

“Right,” Hikari gasps, stiffening, and Right feels the throbbing cock in his hand pulse before he feels something warm against his hand.

Right doesn’t even think about the mess when he leans forward.  He misses his target of the underside of Hikari’s snout by a mile.  Instead he presses his face back into Hikari’s throat and ruts against Hikari’s hand, which Hikari presses and rubs against Right’s aching dick in return.  Right muffles his groans, his gasps, bites down on Hikari’s throat, and the rumble he feels in return just races through his body.  Right rolls his hips one last time, his spine curving, and he hits his climax hard.

His eyes are still closed.

Both of them are breathing heavily.

Right’s still got a hold of Hikari’s dick and their angle is too awkward.  He can feel the strain on his limbs.  He’s pretty sure he’s only supported by the hand Hikari’s got against his crotch.

“Can I look now?” Right asks, breathless.

Hikari huffs, “Not yet.”

Darn.