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Patreon Compilation – Fic#80 – Raihan/Leon – Leon being shy outside battles; lingerie
🕑 Added 2020-06-10 05:14:57 +0000 UTCOn the battlefield, Leon is an unapologetic loudmouth. He is not crass, but he also doesn’t feel any shame. He’s a performer, which Raihan can absolutely respect, as he himself is one as well, after all.
He doesn’t do the weird little three-fingered gesture, but he has his own quirks that fans have picked up on over the years and started to make merchandise for, though nothing on Leon’s level, of course.
Raihan likes to watch some of Leon’s battle videos shortly before playing with him just to remind himself of the persona the Champion shows off to the outside world. It’s immeasurably funny to Raihan to see the difference to a gloating, strutting Leon on the battlefield, and to the Leon that steps out of Raihan’s walk-in closet and wears a maid uniform while blushing up a storm.
Raihan grins slowly and lets go of Rotom who flies off to hover somewhere behind him. It is still playing the video in which Leon is just telling Bea that she still needs to train a bit more if she wants to beat him and his Charizard.
It’s battle banter, and nothing more, but the guy in his ragingly weird outfit and his long, unkempt hair is a far cry from the little lady in front of Raihan right now. His maid outfit is a pretty lavendel color, and his thick hair is braided over his shoulder, a gold ribbon holding it together.
Raihan would have never guessed what a gorgeous lady Leon would make, but here they are. He is flushing profusely, eyes down on the ground, hands folded in front of his lap. They give the illusion away somewhat; they are big and scarred and completely unladylike, but Raihan likes that even more than if Leon had been a dainty little flower.
“Bloody hell, you look good,” Raihan compliments softly and sits up. Rotom is still flying around his shoulders like a pesky little fly and turns up the volume when video-Leon screams at Charizard to destroy Bea’s Machamp.
Raihan lifts his hand, and the audio immediately shuts off, leaving an oppressive silence in the room. Leon has his head down in a bid to hide his face with his thick bangs, but his cheeks are glowing like a lighthouse.
“Destroy it, huh?” Raihan says with a crooked grin. He leans against the backrest and throws his arms across it as well, legs easily spread. Leon’s ears are now glowing, too, and his hands grip each other so hard his knuckles turn pale.
Raihan watches him for a moment longer before he barks: “Lookit me.”
Leon lifts his head slowly, gold eyes glancing at his best friend. Raihan can feel his belly doing a tight little flit. Damn, but Leon is a pretty one. Absolutely gorgeous. It was just so sad that he had not a single fashionable bone in his body; but maybe he just never had a chance to begin with what with all the sponsors he’s had to stick on his body pretty much right from the beginning of his career.
“Come here,” he orders next, and Leon moves closer like a puppet pulled by its strings. His eyes are wide and his mouth hanging open in a soft little ‘o’. He looks like he is under a spell. Raihan’s gaze wanders along his body, taking in the swish of the frilly skirt against muscular thighs, and how vulnerable he looks with naked feet.
“Where are your socks?” Raihan asks with an amused little grin. Leon looks shocked for a moment.
“There… were socks?”
“Sure were, bud. Go and put them on. And take your duster with you when you come back out; you can start work immediately. I’ll put some humility in you yet, boy.”
Raihan is grinning at him lazily, showing off the sharp edges of his fangs. He’s one to talk, wanting to teach someone else humility, but it is all part of the game. Part of the allure. Leon is shy in the bedroom and likes being told by a jock what to do. He likes to be made fun of. To be laughed at a little. It gets him hot and bothered and squirming.
It’s fucked up, but Raihan doesn’t question it; he just enjoys. It’s not difficult for him to be a jock, either. It comes with the terrain, so to speak…
Leon vanishes again with robotic movements, and when he comes back, he is wearing ringed knee-high socks and is clutching an old timey feather duster in his hand. He studiously doesn’t look at Raihan as he gets to work, ineffectually dusting here and there and just pushing the mess around. Raihan slowly palms his cock, eyes on Leon’s ass. He can barely see it beneath the skirt, but that is part of the allure.
“Oi,” Raihan calls lazily after a few minutes, grin stretching bigger when he sees Leon jumping. Leon is not the nervous type, not ever, but something about this seems to put him on edge, and Raihan enjoys it thoroughly. “You missed a spot.”
“...where?” Leon says softly. He looks over his shoulder with big golden eyes. He looks shy. The grin slides somewhat off Raihan’s face, and he pushes a hand down his shorts to cup his cock and slide the silky foreskin across the tip.
Leon is never shy. He’s a bit dim and very loud, but never shy. He is the way Milo looks: a lovable himbo with more instinct than brains. Maybe even a little naive. Raihan is hot for all of that stuff, no question about it, but Leon being shy now as he cleans Raihan’s flat in that little getup is making him hard as diamonds.
He licks across his teeth, tongue pushing into the sharp point of his canine.
“Down there,” he says, voice cracking a little as he points imperiously to the floor in front of him.
Leon inhales sharply.
“But I haven’t even-” he stops speaking when he sees Raihan’s gaze. He drops his shoulders and nods, making his way over while Raihan quietly enjoys just how drop dead gorgeous Leon looks. He would have never imagined that Leon with his hair done up nicely would make such a difference, but it really does. It really, really does.
He still has his cute little beard, but his eyes are big and golden and guileless as he kneels down in front of his best friend, already anticipating what is going to happen.
Raihan fishes his cock out of his shorts, pushing the elastic until it sits beneath his balls. Before he can reach for Leon, he is already falling forward face first into Raihan’s crotch. Instead of opening his mouth and fucking his throat on the long cock, he ducks down and nuzzles the base of it.
Raihan has never really gotten his balls played with, so the sudden mouth on them and the eager little tongue catch him off guard.
“Shit… you can be such a good little slut, huh?” he grabs Leon’s thick hair and pulls him up to see the dazed look on his face. His lips are shiny and there is wetness on his chin between the artfully shaved parts of his beard.
From my balls, Raihan thinks, utterly fascinated. He guides his cock until the tip is against Leon’s lips, and Leon opens up immediately, big golden eyes full of adoration.
“You’re so much more polite like this,” Raihan murmurs. He moves his cock, dragging it like a lipstick along Leon’s plump lips. “No stupid three finger pose… No idiotic battle banter…”
He’s just idly musing out loud, and can see Leon’s cheeks heating up with an embarrassed flush. So there is at least a modicum of self-awareness in the big oaf.
They lock eyes. For a moment Raihan feels self-conscious as well. They’ve known each other for so long, the knowledge of having Leon in a maid’s outfit in front of him, ready to suck his dick, suddenly hits home hard.
He clears his throat and marginally gentles the grip he has in the thick hair – then guides him down.
Leon takes him like a pro. His mouth is hot and wet, tongue pressing lovingly against the underside of Raihan’s cock. His cheeks hollow, suckling at the treat he’s being given, and Raihan fumbles to lightly touch the divots. If he presses just slightly, he can feel his cock through the outside.
He urges Leon’s head deeper and deeper until the resistance his throat is putting up just gives way and he seems to relax himself into his destiny. Just like that, Raihan’s crown pops into Leon’s throat.
He lets his head fall back, mouth opening on a low groan. He suddenly wonders how Leon would sound on the battlefield, being a brat and screaming his taunts while being hoarse like hell from sucking cock too vigorously.
Nobody would know. Everybody would think the beloved champion just caught a cold.
And Raihan would be behind the scenes, touching his cock through the pockets of his shorts because he’d know: Leon was hoarse because he sucked dick like a champ while wearing a cute maid uniform.
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