Patreon Compilation – Fic#191 – Raihan/Leon – bottom/sub!Raihan; top/dom!Leon – War Games

Raihan/Leon – Their personalities reverse when they're not on the battle field.

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Leon is stalking after Raihan like a predator. He can feel him at his back, prowling down the wrong side of the arena just so he’d be able to get his hands on Raihan the second the locker room closes behind them.

Raihan briefly wonders what their fans might be thinking… but he’s read the fanfiction that some of them come up with regarding the two of them so he supposes they might get the right impression.

The knowledge that there are very many people that will know exactly what is about to happen now is infinitely thrilling to him. He keeps licking his teeth, tongue pressing against the point of his canine, body trembling in anticipation of what is about to happen.

He does not look back, it is part of the thrill. Part of feeling hunted. Leon is more or less quiet, only his sneakers producing the odd squeaking noise as he keeps tailing Raihan without saying a word. It’s a far cry from the playful persona he shows out in the battlefield.

In the reflection of the door ahead he can see him looming just past his shoulder. Raihan is the taller of the two of them but Leon’s golden cat eyes are practically glowing over his shoulder, intent and hypnotic.

Raihan almost runs straight into the door. He pushes it open; there is another door just a few feet behind that one, leading to his changing rooms proper and all of a sudden he can’t endure the quiet anticipation any longer. Long legs pushing him forward, he springs to the next door, throwing himself against it with his shoulders.

He’s a dragon, but he loves being hunted. He loves the thrill of knowing Leon is right there, anticipating his every move.

He doesn’t get more than five steps into his changing room before Leon is grabbing him by his hood and jerking him back hard enough to briefly choke him. Raihan grabs at his throat reflexively, stumbling back against his friend.

Leon is breathing hard; as is he. He twists Raihan’s loose hoodie around his fist, pulling it tighter against his chest. Raihan’s long limbs feel so very weak all of a sudden…

“Why did you try to get away from me?” Leon asks in a low voice, nosing beneath Raihan’s ear. He shudders, cock twitching in the jockstrap he’s elected to wear today. Usually he freeballs it, getting excited at the thrill of Rotom flying just a bit too low and accidentally flashing all of his fans… this time he thought it would be fun to show himself off to Leon a little. “Are you afraid?”

He doesn’t sound like himself. He sounds dark and foreboding… not at all like the doting big brother that shows pictures of Hop to anybody and everybody that can’t flee fast enough.

No, right now he sounds rough and hungry, pressing his hips against Raihan’s ass to let him feel the erection pulsing in his shorts.

Raihan groans throatily. He reaches back, fingers scrabbling at Leon until he clenches them in his shirt, holding on for dear life.

“Uh-uh,” he gets out somehow. “Just… just really want it.”

“Course you do.”

Leon pushes at him, urging him to lean forward and brace himself against one of the benches in his changing room. Raihan does so without question, thrusting out his ass eagerly. He’s been playing with one of his dragon dildos the past few days and it has just not been enough. Not by a long shot. The texture was all exciting and rubbing against his itches but Leon’s big, warm cock is just… different and better.

He feels fingers hooking into the back of his shorts and roughly pull them over his ass. They slide down his long, skinny legs without resistance; there is not enough meat on his thighs to get it stuck anywhere, so it lands around his ankles, his ass nice on display. The straps of the jockstrap pull his cheeks apart just slightly, airing out his hole for Leon to see.

“Damn… shit, you’re wearing something today,” he mutters, hands coming to grab Raihan’s meager cheeks, thumbs digging into what meat he has and rubbing over him in a massaging motion. He sounds a lot more like Leon in that moment and it makes the warmth in Raihan’s belly almost explode.

It is all just so exciting. His cock strains against the fabric of the jock, slowly but surely drooling a translucent patch into the fabric.

“Get your stuff off. I need to see you properly.” Leon’s hands push Raihan’s hoody up over his back. There’s an urgency to his movements that has Raihan even more breathless than the anticipation of cock. He stands straight and helps Leon’s impatient hands along in pushing his hoodie and his headband off.

The air in the locker room does little to cool his heated skin. Leon grabs the back of his neck and pushes him forward again. Raihan does not resist; he thrusts his ass out, cock bobbing in the soft fabric of the jockstrap straining over his erection. He’d just need to encourage it a little bit and it would no doubt spring free of its confines… but he can’t coordinate his limbs to do much more than desperately grab at the bench in front of him.

Leon exhales roughly once he has him how he wants and spreads Raihan’s cheeks once more. He’s unprepared for the hot slap of cock suddenly hitting his crack. When did Leon pull his dick out? It is wet at the tip, snuggling up against his swollen hole.

“Looks used,” Leon says softly. It sounds like he forgot all about being mean because right now he just sounds horny and impressed. He rocks his hips, dragging his cock along Raihan’s crack.

Shifting his hand, he presses a thumb over his shaft to better direct his efforts, pushing more intensely against Raihan’s pussy.

Raihan arches his back and focuses on relaxing, breathing open mouthed. He’s been such a brat out on the battlefield but it seems that it needs even more to get Leon to be rough with him. It didn’t last long. He’s just too kindhearted to really put Raihan in his place – not that he complains. He loves the feel of Leon’s cock slowly… infinitely slowly… pushing its way into him.

Like it is doing now on barely any slick that could ease the way. Goosebumps race up his spine and his nipples pebble into tiny, hard points of sensation, prickling on his chest while his rim stretches nice and slow on the calm intrusion.

“Oh wow… oh shit,” Leon whispers; real quiet like he’s afraid that some kids could hear their idol’s potty mouth. The illusion of the angry predator is completely shattered. Not that Raihan minds. He’s preoccupied with other things right now; like the delicious burn of his cunt or the fat cock that is causing it.

Leon’s dick is nice and long, the middle of the shaft thicker than the crown which is really nice in Raihan’s book.

Leon is gripping him by the shoulder to have a bit of leverage as he starts to minimally rut back and forth; like he’s trying to shimmy his way into Raihan without being noticed or something.

“You always feel so good,” Leon whines breathlessly. He leans over Raihan’s back, his long hair tickling his skin and adding just that little bit more sensation that makes him go near feral, wanting his dick so badly but having to wait for it like a good boy. Or something like that. He’s gritting his teeth, wanting to bite something real bad.

He’s a biter through and through. Leon probably chose this position so he wouldn’t be able to get to him this time around. Maybe he got something planned that requires him to be without vicious bite marks.

Raihan has to ask him later. Wouldn’t be the first time he rubbed one out over one of Leon’s photo shoots-

Leon rams into him all of a sudden. Raihan’s eyes fly open, back going rigid and tongue just lolling out as he’s filled right to the base with Leon’s dick. Apparently he got impatient trying to be a gentleman.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” he gasps out softly, each word accentuated by a shallow thrust that has his balls slapping against Raihan’s perineum. He barely pulls out, mostly just pushing in, in, in, and making Raihan feel like the air is squeezed out of his lungs.

He lifts a shaking hand and bites into the base of his thumb, just so he can gnaw on something while he gets fucked, the burn spreading like heat through his body.

This is what he’s been craving for weeks now. Leon fucking him like a young stud, loose-hipped and a bit overeager, showing off that he doesn’t get any pussy other than Raihan’s. He likes it, this… weird exclusivity they got for each other.

He likes being friends and dicking around like dudes… he likes even more the thought that at any given time Leon could ask him to bend over for a quick fuck and Raihan would eagerly comply.

It’s exciting and exactly what he needs.

Of course they’re not like… together. Right? Right.

“Fuck… y-yeah, fuck me good,” he slurs indistinct, speech hindered by the fact he’s still biting at his hand.

He hopes he’ll feel this one for a few days to come…