Patreon Compilation – Fic#95 – Raihan/Leon – subby Leon; bladder desperation; cock mask – Pleasing Dragons

Raihan squints at Leon sitting on the bench, bent over and staring wide eyed at the floor. He is frantically bouncing one knee while the crowd outside is getting fired up by Chairman Rose. The more it roars, the paler Leon seems to become beneath his brown skin.

Raihan pulls one hand out of his hoodie and puts it under Leon’s thick fringe. He is sweat cold and a little clammy.

“You sure you wanna go through with this, dude? We can stop it, you know. Think of something else.”

He puts his hand on Leon’s shoulder, squeezing it gently.

“Bathroom’s right there, you know.”

Leon squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head. Both legs are now bouncing nervously, hands clasped between his spread knees, knuckles going white.

“No… I-I want to do it. I know I can.”

Raihan grins, showing off one sharp fang. He leans down and presses a kiss into Leon’s thick mane, then grabs his cap from next to him and puts it where it belongs.

“I know you can. And I have a surprise for you later when you got the win in the bag. It’s charity, right? People love you, Leon.”

The door to the cabin opens and the volume suddenly notches up a whole lot. The guard is waving eagerly for Leon to come out. Raihan squeezes his shoulder one last time and steps away, an easy grin on his face. There’s nothing wrong about him being there, after all.

Just friends being friends.

.o.

“Is he sick?” the Chairman asks with a small frown, idly playing with a coin as he stares up at the huge screen where Leon’s face is in a close-up view. He is sweating profusely; so much that it is dripping off of the tip of his nose.

Raihan shrugs his shoulders, pretending to be bored at having to be here when he is not even battling Leon. He pushes his hoodie a bit down with his fists in his pockets to hide the half-chub he is sporting watching Leon fight against his painfully full bladder in front of thousands, maybe millions of people.

He is battling brilliantly, but this time it is mostly the experience of Charizard that saves his ass, Raihan knows. It’s difficult to make tactically sound decisions when you are fighting against your own body and trying not to piss your leggins in front of an audience.

“Nah. He just wants to give it all for the children. You know how he is.”

.o.

Raihan doesn’t rush unlocking his door, but he also doesn’t dawdle. Leon is at his elbow, practically vibrating. He is radiating feverish heat and has even taken to grabbing his crotch with both hands like a little kid. He looks ready to just explode at this point.

Maybe making him wait until they made it to Raihan’s apartment has been just a bit too much, but they were here now. Raihan stands off to the side as he pushes the door open, not making his boy wait even a second longer.

He walks in slower, closing the door and hanging up his hoodie while he listens to Leon’s abject sob of relief coming from the open bathroom door. He slips out of his shoes, the thick stream of piss like music in his ears. It’s been a close one. Had he been in a more sadistic mood today, he would have pinned Leon to the wall until he pissed himself like a little boy. As is, he has other things planned for him. He’s in a more benevolent mood.

He has everything laid out on his low living room table already, but he needs to get himself ready, too.

When Leon finally comes out of the bathroom, looking calm but still embarrassed, he is greeted with the sight of Raihan’s skinny, long legs in the air as he fucks himself on two slick fingers.

“Raihan?” he asks softly. He is wringing his hands in front of his chest. He’s still wearing his cap and his shoes – and his heavy cape.

Raihan grins and pulls his fingers out of himself. His cock is still only half hard but he’ll get there. It’ll only take seconds of his boy kneeling and performing for him to get him good and going.

“Yeah. You did bloody amazing. Come here, you’ll get your treat right now.”

He reaches over and grabs the cleaned mask from the towel, showing it to Leon. He slowly turns it so the gold eyes can see the small cock on one side, and the large one on the other.

“Come here. This is going to be really good,” Raihan croons with a lazy grin, tongue pressing against the tip of one of his sharp canines. Leon slowly comes closer. He looks mesmerized by the simple toy, eyes stuck on the small cock on the back of it that will go into his mouth. No need to wonder about what to say when he is gagged and busy suckling silicone dick.

This would be fun.

.o.

Raihan can’t see Leon behind him but he can hear the soft wet suckling as he plays with the little silicone cock on his tongue like a babe with a pacifier.

It’s surprisingly calming.

Raihan fumbles for the remote as he rocks his hips back, fucking himself on the fat cock on the other side of the mask. He puts on some soap that he hasn’t caught in over a week and stares at the screen without really watching as he slowly gets fucked by Leon.

There’s no rush about either of their movements. Leon tries at first to awkwardly bob his head and root around Raihan’s guts, but eventually he just stays still at a nice angle and lets Raihan do the rest. It’s better that way; slower and more intimate.

“You’re so good when you can just stay still and not do anything,” Raihan murmurs sleepily. He has his cheek smushed against the couch cushion. His eyes have gone out of focus, staring at the screen. Faintly beneath the moving pictures he can see their reflection in the glass; Leon kneeling behind him like a puppy, obediently holding his neck at a weird angle so Raihan doesn’t have to do much but fuck himself on the silicone dick.

“Like not pissing your pants in front of the whole audience. That was pretty good.”

He can feel Leon shifting a little because the dildo in his guts pushes more insistently to the left, the blunt tip rubbing along his slick inner walls and making him go a bit cross-eyed. He wishes they had the coordination to have it rub up against his prostate, but this anticipation makes it all the sweeter.

He is aware of the light nudges every now and then, the tension tingling at the back of his head. It’s better than a blunt, if he’s honest. It’s a shame neither he nor Leon have time often enough to just relax and play.

Raihan fumbles back, then cards his fingers through Leon’s thick mane. He’s ditched the cap in favor of getting closer to Raihan’s ass without obstructions.

“You did so goddamn good out there,” he slurs, staring blearily at their reflection. It’s difficult to see it with the moving pictures but his brain is somewhat fizzled out and he doesn’t have the coordination left to just turn the telly off again. “Thought I’d have to jizz my load right next to Rose. He was asking if you were sick, you know? I told him you’re just that dedicated for the kids.”

He tries to somewhat guide Leon into trying to fuck him harder, but only rips ineffectually on his hair… which is also nice because Leon is a pain slut and loves getting his long mane pulled on.

He gets the hint, though, and tries to move his head, pushing the fat cock into Raihan. He moves his jaw in an awkward motion that has the silicone rooting around in his guts again, electricity running through his legs and making his slim thighs shake enough that he has to focus on not toppling down.

He’d always known Leon was a service top. He’d always known that he would love being unable to receive anything while being made to service Raihan.

It makes him wonder how much Leon would love getting caged. Walk around the countryside and climb mountains as he gets inevitably lost, always feeling the weight of the cage between his thighs, knowing he can’t get out of there without Raihan willing it.

Raihan’s eyes glaze over. He stops staring at the telly and just digs his fingers deeper into the cushions, panting softly as he ruts back onto Leon’s face, fucking himself on the fake cock, pushing himself higher. The knowledge that he won’t let Leon come; that his biggest relief today has been being allowed to piss.

Knowing that the undisputed Champion is looking to him before he looks at anybody else is good. More than good. Better than any orgasm, really.

Behind him, Leon is still suckling happy like a babe on the smaller cock pushed into his mouth. The himbo doesn’t even think of anything as he gets Raihan off.

God, there’s still so much Raihan can do to him.