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During their stay at the illustrious institution named Hope’s Peak Academy, Mondo Owada and Leon Kuwata had grown rather close as two bros. That closeness eventually evolved into a greater bond between the two boys, their relationship transforming into a more-than-just-bros type of affinity. The unorthodox duo had been dating for around six months now, good enough for them. Both would give each other unprecedented kisses and the occasional flirting throughout the day. However, flirting was more Leon’s thing, and with the baseball star’s commonly perceived, dickhead personality, he was typically—in short—a dick when it came to flirting with his partner. Dirty talk here and there but never too far. Mondo never played into it, that's for certain, much to Leon’s dismay. He’d eventually grown to simply not expect a reaction out of Mondo. Regardless, on this rather stale day of classes, Leon was more than eager to bust Mondo’s chops whenever he was given the opportunity.
The baseball star had been slouched back in his seat as he stared at the clock, ticking impossibly slower as it grew ever closer to the end of his last period. Cheek propped against his hand, and fiddling with a chewed-up pencil in his other hand, he let his gaze unfocus onto the clock, line of sight becoming blurred and stupid.
The male was uncharacteristically distracted on this day, with his boyfriend specifically. This happened sometimes whenever days were dry and generally uneventful for the redhead. However, things would turn around once he got to see Mondo. The two shared their first class of the day, but that was it. So here he sat, growing more impatient with each passing tick and tock of the clock as his gaze remained equivalent to that of a vegetative patient.
Leon stopped paying attention to the lecture a long time ago. It was most likely unimportant, something he’d need for a test chock full of horseshit and never to use again the next day type of unimportant. Alas, the bell inevitably rang after what felt like eons. Leon was startled as he was yanked out of his trance. The redhead blinked as he snapped out of it, just barely picking up the professor’s concluding words. Something something, “homework,” something something, “due by Monday.” That was when Leon suddenly remembered that it was Friday, leaving plenty of time to procrastinate whatever it was that was assigned to him, and focus on some much-needed free time.
However, the only thing really on the boy’s mind at the moment, was Mondo, and without much of a second thought the redhead collected himself swiftly, hoisting himself out of his seat.
Leon made quick work exiting the classroom and stepping out into the hall. He’d just drop off whatever items he held, shoot Mondo a quick text, and then at long last, he can enjoy his weekend in full. In no time at all, the baseball star arrived at his dorm, strolling inside and discarding his belongings across his desk.
Mondo finished his classes a bit earlier than Leon, meaning the biker would most likely be off doing his own thing by now. Leaning against his desk, the redhead retrieved his phone from his pocket, quickly finding Mondo’s name in his contacts, and his thumbs eagerly typed away.
“Hey man, what’re you up to?”
It certainly didn’t take long at all for the three little dots to appear on Leon’s end. He fervently awaited his response.
“In bed.”
Yeah, this was the thing with Mondo, he’s a bona fide dry texter. Leon doesn’t mind it, that just means it’s up to him to add a little spice to their virtual conversations. The redhead’s lips curled into an impish grin, a rather suggestive one-liner conveniently popping into the boy’s head. He chuckled airily to himself, typing out his response.
“Good. Hope you’re naked, heading over now. :P”
This type of behavior was to be expected of Leon from time to time. Oh, how he enjoyed himself dearly, adding a little emoticon just to top it off like the little fuckface he was. Even with his frequent flirtatious remarks, he still managed to occasionally catch his partner off guard. It had altered into somewhat of a game for Leon as time passed. However, his comment was a bluff. Not entirely though, as he very much planned to visit the biker, but he wasn’t actually expecting to see his partner naked. Nonetheless, that image wasn’t something he’d pass up per se. It seemed that it took Mondo a great deal of time to reply to that, Leon must’ve succeeded with another dirty joke.
“Been a long day full of shit. I’m gonna nap, actually.”
Leon’s face altered into a deadpan expression. That long for a response like that? Especially for it to be something so dejecting? Man, double loss for Leon. He may have been subtly expecting a more adventurous response, something like Mondo describing how he was in fact nude, expecting Leon to come and visit so he could absolutely fuck him raw—
“Man… I’m down bad aren’t I?” The male allowed his vision to unfocus, seemingly staring right through his phone. All right, he found Mondo attractive, rightfully so. He may have thrown many dirty remarks and innuendos the other male’s way, but he knew it wasn’t ever something that was reciprocated. That’s why he didn’t honestly want to be senselessly fucked by his partner, like a personal cock sleeve, that Mondo can just unload into, right?
Shaking his mind, the redhead mentally scolded himself for accidentally arousing himself just now. Mindlessly typing away again, he fought past his obscenity and sent the biker another text.
“Fine, but I’m still coming over.” If Mondo truly wasn’t playing into Leon’s hands—once again—he was still adamant about spending time with the biker.
“Whatever, door’s open.” With that, the male pocketed his phone, not waiting for another second to exit into the hall. Mondo’s dorm was a slight way down the red-lit corridor, and it certainly didn’t take long for the redhead to show up at his partner’s door. Fighting off the last of his unwholesome thoughts, he turned the knob, sauntering inside the biker’s dorm, marginally messy as always. Nothing odd about that.
What did strike Leon as odd, however, was the fact that Mondo was nowhere in sight. With a slight cock of the boy’s brow, his pale blue eyes panned across the dorm. His nostrils flared, and the minute, yet evident smell of gas and rubber was alluring. It was what Mondo typically smelled like. That was to be expected when you lead a biker gang and burn rubber more than you shower.
“Mondo?” he called out to his partner, after failing to locate him anywhere around the room. His eyes landed on the bathroom door, which was shut, adorned by light peeking out from under the door. It’s cool, Leon didn’t mind waiting. Inserting his hands into the pockets of his jeans, the male leaned his hip against the wall.
No sound of a toilet flush or anything sounded from the bathroom, despite the door opening. Leon was coincidentally daydreaming and didn’t pick up on the detail. However, the redhead was yanked right out of it when a nude Mondo sauntered out of the bathroom, luggage and all just out in the open.
Many, many emotions flooded Leon in that moment. Eyes widening, the male was rendered speechless by the albeit pleasing sight. He’d never seen the biker naked, this was a perfectly valid reaction.
Before he knew it, all those lewd and improper thoughts came swarming back into his head like a horde of bees. His first instinct was to quickly kick the door closed and lock it. He wasn’t trying to have someone like Junko or Sayaka conveniently walk past and get scarred by the sight. His jeans will inevitably grow tighter—fucking dicks. He could only gawk at his boyfriend, mouth agape. This more than elicited a laugh out of Mondo, who seemed relatively unbothered in the moment.
“Man, all those times with you and your fuckery and this is all it took to shut you up?” Another throaty laugh followed the male’s boast. It should be worth noting now that Mondo was in fact more or less aroused in his lower regions. Was he preparing to get this moment?
Leon’s lips fumbled for a few moments, trying to decide on what to say first. “What—what the hell happened to napping?!” The redhead shrugged in an accusatory manner, doing his best to keep his eyes from venturing to his partner’s nether regions.
“I dunno, figured I should give myself a chance to get in on all this dirty bullshit you kept pullin’ on me.” Mondo cracked a toothy grin, somehow managing to politely, yet impolitely give his hips a slight sway. His cock gently rocked back and forth, heavy and tan. God, it made Leon choke on his words. He wondered when the biker had the time or place to tan his privates like that.
Leon swallowed the lump of pure arousal that accumulated in his throat. “Was this why you took so long to respond to that one text?” The redhead grit his teeth together, the situation growing more and more difficult to ignore. Leon would inescapably give in to his erotic thinking.
“Hah, yup, and you asked for it, so I dunno why you’re standing there lookin’ all scared and shit now.” Tone sultry, he advanced a few steps closer to the redhead.
Leon swallowed another lump in his throat, heart beating faster. “S’not that I’m scared, you just surprised me is all.” He could feel the heat brewing inside him as Mondo stalked closer, girth looking all the more tempting and captivating. It made Leon’s mouth water hungrily. Now with a better understanding of where this was going, and getting used to Mondo’s nude form, his previous excitement was replaced with a new form of excitement. A lustful excitement.
Mondo finally stopped once he was standing right in front of Leon, the redhead’s back to the wall now. Mondo being fully nude and Leon being fully clothed created quite the scene. A scene that Leon wanted to desperately alter. It was plain unfair that Leon wasn’t naked as well.
“Besides, didn’t you say you had a rough day? Maybe a little stress reliever is what you need,” he bit back with a seductive tone of his own. No way was he going to let Mondo run the show, not after never playing into his flirts, only to abruptly dump this on him. Leon reached up to remove his jacket when he was suddenly stopped by the biker, a rough hand being placed on his shoulder. The redhead’s pale blue eyes met with Mondo’s amethyst ones, confusion laying behind them as he awaited Mondo’s reasoning for stopping him.
“You gotta work your way up to the grand finale, shouldn’t we start with something else?” The male had a look of crave and lust—yuck—only clouding Leon’s more than tainted mind further. He immediately got the impression of what the biker meant, and he deliberately let his hands fall slowly to his sides, merely to increase the sexual tension because there was certainly not enough of that. Leon hadn’t ever had sex with Mondo, much less a man. The element of mystery left his heart beating eagerly.
Leon’s expression said it all, and the duo had wordlessly signaled their willingness. Lips curling into a mischievous smirk, the biker craned his neck downwards slightly, face now level Leon’s. The body heat the two were emitting created a perfect atmosphere. An atmosphere of impatience, to be frank. Leon felt sweat build up in his underarms, he hadn’t realized how tense he was.
Mondo placed his other hand on the side of Leon’s neck, leaning closer to the redhead. Leon had his palms face flat against the wall. He was almost pushing them into the wall out of eagerness. The male felt Mondo’s hard-on press against his throbbing, clothed one. The pressure buildup was killing him. Leon swallowed any saliva that accumulated before parting his lips for Mondo’s own.
The redhead’s chest beat louder than a drum at this point, incredibly restless and greedy for what events would ensue. Mondo’s lips finally made contact with Leon’s, and the redhead immediately kissed his partner back. Their antsy strain made the intimacy develop rather speedily. The biker gripped the shoulder of Leon’s jacket as he desperately pushed his tongue against Leon’s partly chapped lips. The shorter male complied almost instantly, attacking back with his tongue against Mondo’s. He hadn’t acknowledged how much he craved this contact. His unbearably tight pants and actions full of need without a doubt proved this notion.
The muscles in Leon’s hands began to strain, and he realized now that he’d been basically trying to push the wall. Feeling adventurous, and willing to take this further, the redhead lifted his hands and gingerly placed them on his partner’s hips. He pressed his fingertips into them, slight yet firm. Leon felt his own throbbing problem painfully twitch as Mondo was greedily pressing himself against the redhead now. The action elicited small, yet deep moans from both boys.
The baseball star was craving more… it was becoming an issue. He guided his left hand down towards Mondo’s crotch; it took some prying to squeeze his hand between both of their bodies, but the redhead was able to grab hold of his partner’s length, calloused fingers wrapping around it.
Leon’s sudden action provoked a satisfied moan from Mondo, who did so into the kiss. Exhaling through his nose, Leon felt such on his face. A few squeezes and pumps were all Leon could achieve before the biker removed his hand from Leon’s neck and pulled the male’s hand off. Leon looked puzzled, Mondo’s stare piercing right into Leon’s, hand still gripping his wrist.
“Seems more like a job for your mouth than your hands, don’tcha think?” The biker’s nose was mere millimeters from Leon’s, breath hot, and eyes filled to the brim with desire.
A deep inhale through Leon’s nose followed, taking in Mondo’s grimy scent. His dick throbbed terribly, it could have its own heartbeat. His restricting jeans were of no help that’s for certain. The notion of sucking off Mondo made butterflies arise in his stomach. The redhead was more than willing to perform, his next actions confirming as such.
Leon cracked a fiendish-looking grin, eyeing the biker just as intensely. “If you insist,” he responded, tone sultry as he slowly allowed himself to slide down the wall into a squatting position. His eyes were glued to Mondo the whole way down. However, when he finally pried his gaze he was met with Mondo’s hard-on, dangling tastefully right in front of his face. The heat emitting off the pulsating muscle was incredibly arousing and made it look all the more delectable to Leon. He was suddenly reflecting on all those times he came deepthroating his dildo, subconsciously dreaming it was Mondo, then feeling ashamed when he wasted yet another load on a fake penis and watching his semen slide into the drain with a bovine expression.
Leon was starting to realize just how much he wanted the biker.
Despite his rough and punchy exterior, Mondo wanted to make sure Leon would be okay. He knew he was more on the larger side, so making sure the baseball star was comfortable was Mondo’s top priority. “Ya sure you can take it? Not tryna hurt’cha here.” His tone was genuine, despite his recent vulgar remarks. Consent is key.
Leon smirked, leaving the biker hanging a moment. Instead of responding right away, the redhead tilted his to the side, moving under Mondo’s length and bringing his mouth to his testicles. He stuck his tongue out, and in an insufferably slow fashion, he dragged his tongue across the biker’s furry balls, the slightly salty taste imminent on his taste buds. He occasionally swirled his tongue around them one or two; he was being a little shit on purpose. Nonetheless, Mondo didn’t seem to mind as a low hum escaped the biker. His dick lay comfortably on Leon’s face, the heat of the organ making Leon’s face warm. Leon stopped momentarily to finally reply to Mondo.
“Bull, I’ll be good. Quit bein’ a pussy and fuck my throat, daddy.”
Mondo’s breath hitched, eyes widening in surprise. That was out of nowhere and surely left the biker speechless. “Dudewhatthefuck—”
“Whoops, sorry! Can’t talk with my mouth full,” the redhead responded sheepishly, giving his shoulders a quick shrug before bringing his face back to the tip of Mondo’s length. That response was hasty and emotionally driven to be fair, but Mondo will get over it. He was the one who suddenly walked up to Leon completely nude, he can handle a little dick talk.
Swallowing any anxiety he had, Leon savored the moment before letting his tongue fall out like a thirsty dog. The boy lifted the tip of Mondo’s dick with his tongue, taking the head into his mouth. The taste of precum, all for Leon to taste and savor.
Mondo wasn’t protesting or anything, now that the redhead was shut up by Mondo’s dick, he wasn’t going to be making any snide remarks anytime soon. He felt himself pulsating inside Leon’s mouth, deep and drawled moans escaping the biker when his cock head was overtaken by the warm and wet cavity. Unintentionally, he pushed his hips forward into Leon’s mouth a bit, craving more of the euphoric feeling.
Leon couldn’t exactly protest the notion if he wanted to, accepting more of the length into his mouth, it began to feel heavy, and hot on his tongue. God, and Leon’s dick was throbbing spasmodically it physically hurt. He just might come in the confines of his own pants if this kept up. He hollowed out his cheeks as he sunk more onto Mondo, doing his best to swirl his tongue around the biker’s aching cock. Mondo must have been a little sweaty, and a good thing he was, because the minuscule taste of salt was only feeding Leon’s horny fantasies.
It was becoming increasingly difficult for Mondo to resist the urge to thrust the rest of his length in Leon’s mouth and fuck up his larynx; watch him try and breathe but ope—kind of difficult when you’ve got penis in your throat. Mondo felt no better than a rabbit, or a dog pre-castration.
Leon was surprisingly skillful at this, and Mondo had his palms flat against the wall to suppress himself. Alas, reflexes kicked in and the biker accidentally thrust forward. It wouldn’t be all bad though, Leon insisted he go rough.
Leon was taken by surprise by the invasion of space, Mondo’s dick filling his mouth more and more before it was inevitably pushed at the back of his throat. A bit of sputtering occurred as the task was difficult, but it was so worth it. A deep inhale through Leon’s nose followed before he did his best to slowly sink himself the rest of the way. He felt his eyelids flutter shut, feeling the slow push down to the base; Mondo’s fat tip squeezed out of his mouth and into his throat. He groaned into Mondo, the inexorable invasion of space he felt as that thick cock stretched him. He brought his hands up to the biker’s meaty thighs, lightly squeezing them and running his calloused hands up and down them in a rhythmic motion. It was a means of distraction, giving him other things to focus on as he desperately fought off his gag reflex. He wanted this. This was supposed to be happening. He’s not going to throw up.
Mondo was breathing much heavier through his nose now, swaying his hips softly for added stimulation. His dick jostled in Leon’s throat. When he gagged, but remained sheathed onto his dick like some cock slut, the biker had to bite back all his instincts to grab a fistful of Leon’s hair and fuck his throat like a fleshlight. He was aware that the redhead insisted he go rough, but he still wanted to go easy on him, for now.
Leon managed to swallow hard around Mondo, prompting a highly gratifying groan from the male. Leon was charmed to know that those noises were his doing, that he was making Mondo feel so good. Although no matter how good he may have been making his partner feel, it would never be enough for the redhead. He was greedy and needed to satisfy. Repeating the previous action, plus some added suction provoked a winning reaction from the biker. Gingerly adjusting his footing, Mondo pushed the last of whatever meat was showing into Leon’s mouth, vexing a gag from the redhead.
Leon’s nose was pushed into Mondo’s stomach and the layer of hair there. Mondo’s musky scent was much more prominent now, that being the only thing filling the boy’s nostrils before being cut off of oxygen. Was this a part of the plan? He didn’t know how long he’d fair without being able to breathe, regardless the male was still up for it, letting out a groan when Mondo did. The redhead’s own cock was physically hurting, in desperate need of attention, throbbing helplessly in Leon’s very tight jeans. Leon found that having the oxygen cut off from his brain created quite the euphoric feeling, and Mondo certainly seemed to be enjoying himself, face contorted into a look of pleasure.
“Look at you… whatthefuck.” His sharp eyes panned down to his partner, who started to appear slightly red in the face. God, Mondo hadn’t acknowledged just how aroused he truly was, the twisting and knotting feeling of orgasm brewing rapidly in his stomach. Premature ejaculation would be embarrassing, huh?
Leon was more or less starting to struggle, massaging his hands up and down Mondo’s thighs and frantically trying to steal a breath, but with his head pinned against the wall, it was a fruitless effort. He started losing his focus, and let his gag reflex get the better of him. A throaty whine escaped Mondo, and at long last, the biker started to pull out of Leon’s throat, the stinging feeling of emptiness was prominent, and Leon stole a sharp inhale of oxygen the first chance he got. However, before Mondo was able to pull out fully, Leon grabbed the biker’s ass, squeezing it and pulling the male close, shoving Mondo’s cock down his throat once more. Enough saliva and slime were accumulated from that quick throat fuck that he was able to let it slide into his throat with little issue. Mondo was struck with bewilderment, being swift to grab a fistful of Leon’s hair and drag him off his cock, a loud ‘pop’ sound following the action.
“You tryna fuck yourself on my dick or what?” The biker was panting delicately, eyeing the boy below him, who was red in the face and panting much heavier than he was. He looked so good like that, and he was still fully clothed, it made Mondo wonder how it’d be far superior to see the redhead completely devoid of any layers.
“Nah… just… eager, is all…” The redhead panted between words, planting his hands on his thighs as he caught his breath. He let his eyes fall to Mondo’s length which still dangled in front of his face, coated with an abundant layer of saliva; so much more tantalizing.
Mondo’s eyelids fell halfway, analyzing the state his partner was in at the moment. His face pink, and heavy puffs of air escaping him, eyes displaying a thick coat of lust over them. He squatted down carefully, looking the other male in the eye. “Listen I ain’t trying to hurt ya, we don’t need to keep going.” He may have been intolerably horny, however, Leon’s willingness was critical for this to work.
“No. No, we don’t hafta stop.” Leon had caught his breath at long last, tilting his head to face Mondo. “But, would you mind doing that again?” He stared at Mondo, biting the inside of his cheek.
“Huh? Do what?”
“Y’know, like, stop me from breathin’? I dunno man, I guess I kinda liked the feeling.” Leon looked awkward, and slightly sheepish trying to describe the sensual feeling. After all, it’s not every day you explain to somebody that something makes you hard.
“Oh, to be honest, I didn’t know I was doing that to ya… but I mean, if you’re into that sorta thing, I don’t mind. But, that shit seems kinda dangerous dont’cha think? You want like, a safe signal or somethin’?” He was admittedly relieved to hear Leon still wanted to continue, however, Mondo was intransigent if it meant Leon was comfortable. If they were going to be getting into something freaky, he wanted it to be enjoyable for both. Not to disregard the redhead’s proposal, which still rang inside Mondo’s head like church bells. He’d be sure to surprise his partner.
Leon seemed appreciative to say the least. He rubbed circles into his knees with his thumbs. “I could just tap you with two fingers? That seems simple enough.”
“Works for me.” Mondo cracked a grin, quite eager to resume.
Leon smirked, propping his elbows on his knees and placing his chin in his hands. “Sweet, now hurry up, I’m not getting any less horny,” the male courted, removing one of his hands to playfully press two fingers against the base of Mondo’s cock. Tortoise-like, he ran his fingers to the tip, coating his fingertips with his own saliva.
Once more, Mondo was caught off guard by his partner. The redhead certainly had some audacity—that’s for sure—the movement finally shooting the biker over the edge. Standing back up to his full height, the male peered down at Leon, expression replaced with that same lascivious one from before.
“S’fine with me, hope you’re as eager as you said you were.” The biker grabbed the base of his length, lining himself up with Leon’s mouth once more. “Open wide.” Mondo let go of the majority of his attentive tendencies. If Leon was insistent that he go rough, so be it.
Leon was simply thirsty to have Mondo’s thick cock stuffed down his throat again. Could he give a shit and a half if he was sore and coughing up mucus after this? Gripping onto the biker’s thighs, Leon feverishly slipped his partner’s cock head between his lips again, impatiently sucking and swirling his tongue around it. Mondo on the other hand wasn’t waiting around this time, thrusting his hips forward, his dick easily slid to the back of Leon’s throat. The redhead sputtered and gagged a bit, but managed. Thank God Mondo didn’t have an upward curve.
Just when Mondo squeezed his dick into Leon’s throat, he pulled all the way out again, letting the tip drag to the edge of Leon’s tongue, before thrusting all the way back in. Leon felt his eyelids flutter shut and tears formed at the corners of Leon’s eyes as Mondo repeated this action. Every time he pulled out it sent a barrage of shivers down Leon’s spine, sheer want overtaking him, he couldn’t stand the moment of emptiness. Leon lifted his hand, finding Mondo’s wrist and guiding it to his crimson locks. The biker instantly got the implication. Fingers tightening in his partner’s hair, Mondo planted the heel of his palm on Leon’s forehead, effectively pinning his head against the wall. It certainly made it easier for Mondo to mercilessly fuck the boy’s throat, just how Leon liked it. He imagined how gratifying it would be to have Mondo shoot his load down his throat, the taste, salty or sweet? The enigmatic thought made Leon’s craving grow immensely. He let out garbled groans with each thrust, he could swear he felt slightly lightheaded.
Mondo kept a steady pace, making sure to fill every crevice of the boy’s mouth with his cock. The wet and frequent gagging sounds from the redhead added to Mondo’s orgasm; he could just hear his testicles: “fifty percent complete!” Each thrust filled with a sense of assertion and accuracy, Mondo on instinct flexed his cock each time he reached the back of his throat. The notion worked well with Leon because he was a mess. Muffled moaning left the male, and drool bubbled at the sides of his mouth, inevitably dripping down onto his shirt and crotch. He’d gag particularly hard and slime would burst from any openings around his lips. He could give a fuck; messy messy boy.
Mondo grunted, a sheen of sweat visible on his visage now. Leon looked far more attractive like this, whorish to think, but it was true. He’d almost forgotten the redhead’s request, and with a few slower thrusts, the biker came to an awfully gradual thrust. Leon savored the slow push down to the base, the fulfilling feeling of Mondo’s cock breaching the back of his throat for the umpteenth time. He yearned for more, so desperately he yearned for more. Before he knew it, he was met with the familiar musky scent of his partner, and his nose was pressed into the skin there at last. Testing the waters, Leon attempted to steal a breath, only for his airway to be completely blocked. A needy whine freed the baseball star, as he leisurely tried to move his head a bit. Alas, Mondo’s rough hand held him tightly in place.
Mondo let out a drawled and satisfied groan, swaying his hips into Leon’s face ever so slightly. “You're doing great, s’like your mouth was made for my cock.” He was just spewing obscenities at this point, lost in how pleasurable he was feeling. He leaned his head against the wall, looking down at Leon. Drool dripped from the sides of the boy’s mouth, his shirt and crotch became wet, tears streaming down the boy’s face, and he started to look red again. Mondo couldn’t get enough of it.
Leon found himself met with the sensual feeling of no oxygen once more. His hands ventured up to Mondo’s ass, pulling the male impossibly closer to him. That throbbing feeling in his throat didn’t cease, and Leon did the best he could to keep stimulating the biker, even with his current state. And boy was Mondo a mouthful, his jaw strained to try toslither his tongue around the underside of Mondo’s length. It started to become increasingly difficult to focus, and all he could seem to think about was the sweet salvation of stealing a quick breath. Or, if his partner released into his throat completely unprecedented; whichever came first. Leon could swear he started seeing spots, and his temples started to pulse, creating a roaring sound reverberating inside his head. The feeling was all too euphoric to abandon, and Mondo’s positive reactions motivated Leon further. He felt as if he’d pass out before he had the chance to tap his partner, much to Leon’s dismay, but fortunate when it came to the big picture. Leon frantically tapped two fingertips against his partner.
Mondo wasted no time beginning to pull out of Leon’s throat. The redhead groaned following the feeling of his empty throat once more, the slight stinging and pinchy feeling would come back and bite him in the ass later that’s for sure. With the removal of Mondo’s cock, came an abundant amount of slime with it, plopping onto the floor and Leon’s clothes. The baseball star practically gasped for air, drool dripping down his chin as he coughed up any excess.
Mondowas worried he’d accidentally hurt the baseball star, eyeing the male as he caught his breath. “You all right?”
Leon couldn’t offer any verbal response at the moment, panting heavily, he lifted a hand, giving the biker a thumbs up to signify he was all right. He brought the back of his palm to his chin, half-heartedly wiping any drool off it. “How many… times… do I gotta tell you…” The male finally caught his breath. Swallowing hard, he tilted his up to face Mondo, his appearance tainted with a light sheen of sweat. How Leon could simply savor. He lifted a hand, fingers curling on Mondo’s dick, caked in saliva, and a small groan followed from the biker as he slowly stroked him. He needed to be careful otherwise he’d drive Leon feral. He needed Mondo’s dick shoved so far down his throat that his eyes rolled back into his head and he passed out, have Mondo slap his slime-coated cock across his face so hard it left bruises, fuck him until he came untouched. The male’s sheer allure turned Leon into a shameless slut, and Leon wasn’t sure if he hated it or absolutely adored it.
“I’m fine. I asked you to, no?” He continued pumping the biker, his toned frame growing ever tenser. He was close to orgasm, and he wasn’t going to miss a second of it.
“You wanna use me like some cock sleeve, hm? Rough day, all you need is to unload into your boyfriend, right?” Turning his inane thoughts into sultry words, Leon egged on his boyfriend, having lost all care for what flew out of his mouth at this point. He dragged his hand agonizingly slow, down Mondo’s cock, saliva dripping on the floor in stringy globs.
Leon kept pushing Mondo’s buttons, trying to get a reaction out of him. Fortunately for Leon, the biker’s hotheaded personality had had enough of the redhead’s antics. Overcome with emotion, Mondo swatted his partner’s hand off his dick, kneeling to his level and grabbing his chin. The look in his eyes was fiery, the sheet of lust had noticeably overcome his vision. Intimidating, and it kept Leon on his toes. He was still painfully hard, and he did not plan on ending this without a chance to orgasm.
“You sure like to run that mouth, huh? You trying to get that attitude fucked out of you?” Mondo’s voice was low and hushed, yet loud; amethyst stare pierced through Leon’s. The redhead was definitely caught off guard by the action.
“I’d like to see you try and fuck me, hot stuff. You have the balls to? ‘Cause I don’t think you’re giving it your all—”
“You really wanna get fucked? Fine, be my guest, I’ll fuck the shit out of you.” Mondo cut off his partner, tone turned aggressive, Leon must’ve pushed one too many of Mondo’s buttons. Punishment awaited on the horizon, and Leon couldn’t be anymore starving.
Leon opened his mouth, preparing to speak, however, he was interrupted by Mondo. “Not a word from you.” The male stood back up to his full height, staring down at the baseball star. “I’ll show you a real good fuckin’ time.” With that conclusive threat, Mondo grabbed the base of his dick and lined it up with Leon’s mouth, pressing the tip against his lips.
That was all Leon needed to hear, he took Mondo’s cock into his mouth, keeping his eyes locked with Mondo’s and gripping onto his thighs. Mondo settled both of his rough hands into Leon’s hair again, clutching two fistfuls before slowly pushing his hips forward. He groaned into that addicting feeling, the excitement of orgasm building up again rather quickly.
Leon focused on breathing through his nose, allowing the organ to breach the back of his throat again. Eyelids closing, he allowed the biker to do as he pleased, preparing for him to inevitably cum down his throat. He sputtered unprecedentedly, quickly steeling himself again before the base was squished around his nose. His eyes had been closed and Leon wasn’t prepared for the sudden cut off of oxygen. Nevermind all that, he was far too aroused to actually give a shit.
Mondo groaned again, it was apparent he was close. He kept Leon’s head pinned against the wall, enjoying how Leon’s mouth felt so good around his dick. “Damn, you better hold your breath, I’m close—” the biker spoke through gritted teeth, that inexplicable knotting feeling grew ever tenser.
Leon’s hands slithered up and down Mondo’s thighs, toes curling inside his shoes, even squirming his body ever so slightly. Anything to distract his brain from telling him he needed air. Mondo filling up his mouth, coupled with the need for air made him both terrified, and so inexorably horny. He managed to swallow around Mondo, and that just might’ve been the notion to push him over that taunting edge.
Mondo was a groaning mess, tightening his fists and pushing his hips as far as they’d let him. Muscles began to rapidly contract, creating that exhilarating feeling that made him see white. It felt insanely better this way, much greater than anything his hand could ever achieve. The biker’s cock head pulsed dramatically, and Mondo flexed his stomach and toes, letting several obscenities fly out of his mouth.
Leon was too busy focusing on controlling his breathing that he hadn’t noticed Mondo’s verbal warning until it was already happening. Rope by rope, Mondo unloaded into Leon’s throat, and despite not being able to get a clear taste, Leon could vaguely guess it rested somewhere between sweet and salty. His desperate urge to steal a breath had interrupted his focus, and he ended up gagging, allowing saliva to bubble at the sides of his lips again. Too much was going on all at once, and that undoubtedly gratifying feeling to have his partner’s load spewed down his throat didn’t help. Leon felt his own orgasm come on, and just as Mondo was finishing, the redhead came incredibly hard inside his pants. He gripped and clawed at Mondo’s thighs hastily, hips instinctually bucking upward. Still sucking and slurping hungrily around Mondo to make sure he coated every inch, the male frantically tapped two fingers against Mondo’s thigh. He felt his vision darkening and he couldn’t hold out a second longer.
The biker’s high slowly wore off, and with a heavy gag from Leon, he pulled his cock out of Leon’s throat. The baseball star immediately took the most grateful gasp of air he’d ever taken, coughing up a generous amount of slime and semen soon after. Mondo was panting heavily as well, planting a hand against the wall to brace himself. His lazy stare looked down at his partner, admiring how good he looked like that. “Good… good job…” the biker panted out as his gaze panned over to Leon’s now soiled pants, and a smirk pulled at his lips.
“Damn, and I… didn’t hafta touch you at all…” he smugly poked at the other boy, “and I was planning on helpin’ you out too… oh well.”
Leon was still catching his breath, hands on his knees and facing the floor. All he could manage was to lift his middle finger to his partner, which prompted a tired chuckle from the biker.
“Fuck you… I… expect more… of this,” Leon panted out cheekily, waving his index finger between the two of them to better indicate what he meant.
Mondo laughed once more, standing up with a half-assed push off the wall. “Slow down ya bag of hormones, we both probably need to shower before we get into some other shit.” Mondo held his hand out to help lift the tuckered-out boy off the floor.
Still working on catching his breath, Leon lazily gripped the biker’s hand, and together Leon hoisted himself to his feet. He hadn’t realized how sweaty he’d gotten, and when his eyes finally came back into focus, he’d got a good chance to study just how worn out they both were.
Damn, now imagine if Leon hadn’t been a dick, he wouldn’t have gotten any dick. The irony.