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It's supposed to be simple. You go in, check out an urban legend, then get out. It's not like you're a ghost lover, or even a ghost believer.

Yet here you are, eyes locked on a floating, semi-translucent figure with your back against the wall in your school's restroom. The girl's, specifically.

Said figure is looking at you with amusement. Probably because you yelped. It's a good thing that it's well past the school day for most students, other than people like you who'd decide that finding ghosts can be a fun way to pass the time before your ride arrives.

"Well now, what did you want, kid?"

Steeling yourself against shakiness, you ask who they are. It can't be the Hanako-san you've heard of, could it? This figure wears a gakuran, a schoolboy's cap, and short, choppy black hair. Nothing like the rumor.

At that, the floating figure snorts. "I did say, ‘I am here', didn't I? You can call me Hanako-kun!"

You blink, and in the span of that blink you suddenly find him pressed up against you.

"Let's get you away from that wall, shall we?" he whispers, hooking his hand around your arm and pulling you away with the strength of someone much past his age. It's when you glance back that you realize you'd been close to knocking over a mop that had been resting against the same wall.

"There we go." With a smile, Hanako turns to you. "Now, what did you want from me?"

Your jittery state doesn't seem to register on his mind if he's this ready for a coherent answer. Ever since the full-on ghost revealed himself to you, reality's taken a dream-like hue. Even his appearance seems cropped straight out of your dreams.

Lips pink and semi-parted. Stature short and cute. Large, amber eyes…

"You… want me to what?" Shock would be too underwhelming to describe the expression on Hanako's face. "But, not even ten minutes ago you were sure I wasn't real!"

You backpedal and admit you were joking. A bad joke, but still a joke.

This isn't true though. In reality, there's a knot in your stomach that grows tighter and tighter with each doubt-laced syllable dropped from his tongue. No doubt you've said a lot of stupid shit in your life, but it isn't like you to blurt things out. Especially not something so… mortifying.

Even the dreamlike surreality of meeting a ghost in the girl's restroom can't mask how weird you're being for asking a young ghost boy to pleasure you.

An abrupt click drags you out of those thoughts and draws your gaze to the restroom entrance.

"I've locked it," Hanako explains in a faraway tone. He's scrutinizing your face, mouth moving slightly as if muttering under his breath. Then, the smile is propped back up on his face. One with an edge of excitement.

"The janitor won't come until later so it'll be up to you being quiet. Also, usually a ghost like me can't touch a living being like you, so... here!"

He lunges toward your face and you pull your arms up to brace yourself. Yet nothing hits you. He'd phased through your face and chest, leaving just a chill.

"That's what usually happens." When you turn around, he's wearing a smug grin. "However, as a spirit tasked to help humans, I'm gifted with some abilities that should help me grant most wishes. Such as…"

Hanako flies at you again. It's so sudden that you only connect the two dots of what he's implying seconds away from impact. You back up with the elegance of a dog on its hindlegs and shut your eyes out of instinct.

Though again, there's no expected impact.

You open your eyes. Hanako's peering curiously at your expression, an expression that turns steadily flustered at the close proximity. If he moves just the slightest bit, your noses would bump into each other… and that's exactly what he does.

"Yes, you guessed correctly. I can touch your body for a short time, five minutes at most before I can't anymore. You do remember when I pried you away from that wall, did you?" Then he smiles and nuzzles your nose, innocent. Cute. As if he hadn't talked about caressing you.

"Why do you look so shocked? You did walk in here to get a favor from ‘Hanako', didn't you? Is this your first?"

You dodge his eyes, embarrassment lighting the tips of your ears. Which he takes as confirmation of both rather than you feeling like you're dying.

On one hand, it's exactly what you wanted, but on the other hand… toilet ghosts? Are you really fine with that?

"Now, get comfy." He backs up and points at a restroom stall, to your immediate frown. "Don't give me that look! It's clean, I swear."

Well, janitors do exist. You step toward the stall carrying a smidge of hope.

The raspy groan of the rusty door sets the mood for looking at the "chair" that you'll be getting a handjob from.

"I said stop looking at me like that." Hanako sighs. Impatience lines his pursed lips as he all but pushes you to sit down, the toilet lid thankfully closed.

You take a deep, slow breath. You can do it. You can immerse yourself in lust, even in a toilet stall inside a building dating back fifty years ago. For a goddamn ghost.

Yes, you can… not. Cannot. Can't. Can.

"Didn't know you were the daydreamy type. Talk a bit more, won't you?" Your thoughts are set aside when Hanako's shoes land on the ground and he kneels before your crotch with both knees down. He's at just the right angle.

"This is your wish and all, but I have a small request." Hanako traces a line down your thigh. The sound of a zipper cuts through his voice. "Give me your undivided attention."

You notice his face turn slack as he gently pulls your undergarment down and finds himself all of a sudden up-close with your half-hardened cock.

Hanako jumps to work. He runs his tongue across his palms, eyeing you under fluttering eyelashes all the while.

Then he pauses, raising a brow at your stifled laughter. A young ghost boy, fluttering his eyelashes at you... it's a bit much.

But with a dismissing wave of your hand he hesitantly continues. This time slipping a finger into his mouth until his lips meet a knuckle, then pulling out with a loud wet pop to move on to the next. This time, things don't seem so absurd. More hypnotic than anything.

Something damp touches your palm and you find Hanako's free hand bringing yours up to his mouth. The finger in his mouth is dragged out, only for your own to replace it. Hanako smiles around your finger, swirls his tongue on it, and gives a noisy suck. All while staring intensely into your eyes. Needy for your reactions.

He pulls his hand away before you could get a chance to say anything.

"Wow, I think I slathered on way too much spit," he mutters as he looks over his now glistening palms. "Guess I lost myself."

It's a wonder to you. Do ghosts have that much spit compared to humans or did he do some ghost magic to make his mouth extra fuckable?

Drying your own finger on your pants, you speak up on cue to remind him of your wish. Seeing that little mouth engulf his fingers had given your dick more than a few twitches, not to mention his doe-like eyes as he guided your finger in between his lips. Annoying brat.

"Alright, alright! Lemme get comfy, too."

He rubs his hands together like a villain, not caring that the squelches take away from the evil part. Then nudges himself forward with his cheek nearly pressing against your shaft and wraps both his damp hands around your length. There's enough gentle but firm pressure in his grip that you involuntarily gasp.

An array of intoxicatingly wet noises accompany Hanako's strokes as he glides the two saliva-slathered hands up your cock to meet your head, then slides back down to give a cheeky squeeze near your base. It's horribly easy to lose yourself in the feeling of just that. He's awfully warm for a ghost.

You grasp at your thighs, hooking your fingers on the pants fabric to let loose the restlessness gathering under your skin while he starts picking up speed. His motions as he jerks you off are borderline clumsy, and the pace stutters once or twice, but the view of an increasingly flushed Hanako and the sensations of him stroking you into a daze are good distractions. Especially the sensation of him roughly pressing against your base.

But that's not comparable to when he starts twisting his hands in opposite directions. There's heavy pressure on both the inside and outside of your cock, the texture of his skin against your hypersensitive head, the rewarding squeeze when you stop holding yourself back from bucking your hips...

Precum bubbles out the slit, which Hanako is quick to wipe with his tongue. He licks his lips, gives a predatory grin, and plants a kiss right below your cock's head. All while tugging on you eagerly, sweetly.

The smallest moan breaks out of your throat. You're certain he hasn't heard it amidst the wet sounds until he says, "I have an idea."

He winks, then hides his hands behind his back with one fist clasped on the other wrist. "You seem like the control-freak type, am I wrong?"

The shake of your head is met with peals of laughter. "No? Too bad, guess I'll do it myself. Onto the main show."

Hanako leans forward, hands still clasped, stopping his head just before the tip of your... other head.

It should be the opposite since you're the one with unbuttoned pants settled low around your hips, but you can't help but take in how completely harmless Hanako now looks with his breath warming your cock and his hands in a self-imposed shackle.

With this view, the supernatural-ghost part that had once given you a pause is now all tossed to the side in favor of a scrawny young boy whose quickened huffs and flushed cheeks and shuttered eyelids betray a very human-like lust.

There's a rigidness to his shoulders, though it's gone in a flash and your painfully hard dick is suddenly becoming enveloped in an overwhelming wetness that makes you throw your head back. He has his eyes screwed shut as he drags you in deeper, deeper, deeper...

The slick heat around your dick tightens to a great extent, followed by a wave of cold as Hanako pulls away to cough and clear his throat. "Sorry," he says, his bottom lip trembling slightly, "I'll get back to it."

You're throbbing for the brief moment of tightness, but a sight like that makes you concerned enough to ask about him. Hanako's only reply is a smile that doesn't meet his eyes before he licks the tip of your cock and drives his throat down, slower this time. You're certain that he'll never reach the base so you urge him to not hurt himself.

You fall silent at the first flare of mischief on his face.

Then you drown yourself in silence, beating yourself with every mental block you can think up to avoid a high-strung whimper from ripping out of your throat as Hanako bobs himself up and down your cock furiously. Each downward plunge pulls the air from your lungs and makes your vision swim.

He's inexperienced, and he's not taking all of you, and you're certain the tightening is from his abused gag reflex than an intent to make you unravel, but your hands are twisting the fabric on your thighs all the same. It's proving to be hard to keep yourself from gripping a fist full of his hair and shoving yourself all the way into him.

You reach out.

Hanako, however, is quicker. With a challenging glint in his eyes, he thrusts his throat down your dick further than he's gotten before. Already you feel the walls around your dick press harder than ever before and pleasure strikes through your entire body, making your arm freeze in the air and your hips buck into his mouth. But Hanako, though wincing and sweating profusely, doesn't let up.

Saliva drips onto the tiled flooring as his throat continues trying to gag around your length. He has stopped trying to go deeper. Aside from his gag reflex, he's stopped moving at all.

His cheeks are coated with a bright red and his hair sticks to his forehead in messy clumps. The sight, combined with the continuous tightening on your cock, is becoming too much.

Your hand shoots out to finally grab his head, nails digging into Hanako's scalp as you force him closer, and closer. To close around you despite the fear in his eyes. To swallow your cum as orgasm finally wrecks your body. Coming inside-

Cold air embraces your cock.

"Ha! Didn't get to cum on me, did you?"

Panting heavily, you look around. Hanako's floating in the air again, pumping his fist up in pride as he snickers. Meanwhile, there's cum on the floor.

His appearance looks about as messy and flushed as you probably are, yet you're panting like you've run a lap while Hanako looks energized. "Yeah, so, remember the part about "five minutes only"? I do."

If that's even true, the bitter thought crops up. Maybe you wanted to cut the encounter short.

Laughing again, as if he heard your complaint, he flies on over to whisper into your ear, "Now, do you remember the other part of the Hanako-san story?"

You stare at him with brows knit together in disbelief. Post-coital states aren't the best to quiz people in, surely he knows?

Hanako adjusts his hat. "It's something small, so I understand why you've forgotten."

He has a sharp grin and crinkled eyes.

"Your payment."

It's going to be a long night.