Leon’s New Toy

It takes Leon a week to even unbox the thing.   

It shouldn’t be this embarrassing, really, he’s a grown man! A grown man who is perfectly allowed to have sex toys in the privacy of his own home. He masturbates, and that’s a normal part of healthy sexuality and not at all something to be ashamed of. 

But he still blushes furiously every single time he looks at the package. Thank god the website let him use a pseudonym; he doesn’t think he could live with even the thought of someone else in the world knowing that he bought this. Him. Good, sweet, earnest, family-friendly Champion Leon—it’s too much, and he’s glad for the anonymity. He’s the only one who knows about this.  

Well, except Raihan. Ostensibly. Because Raihan was the one who recommended the toy company to him. Sent him a link, even, in what feels like hands-down the most surreal conversation Leon has ever had. Again, it shouldn’t be weird! Two adult men talking about their sex lives is normal! Friends discuss sex, at least occasionally! And recommend each other sex toys, probably! That’s just part of owning your sexuality.   

So why does it take him so long to open it? And why does he blush so hard when it sits in his palm, looking (quite frankly) nothing like a human body at all?  

Raihan had said it feels amazing, once you get the right angle, just give it a go.

Leon isn’t a total prude or anything, either. He’s just...never had a ton of time for sex, and it’s never been high on his priority list, and so most of the time he’s made do with a box of tissues and some hand lotion. It’s been fine. Needs, taken care of. But this feels new and different, almost naughty, and he tries to allow that to excite rather than frighten him.

Allowing his curiosity to get the better of him, he tests the toy by sliding a finger in. It’s firm, but not hard, and—oh, yeah, the inside has curves. Not unlike a body, though it doesn’t clench and grip him tight. No moans, no hips riding back onto his hand. But still soft and silky smooth, and he’s certain that with the right lubricant, it could be good. Exciting, even. A change from always jerking off with his hand, this time he could pump his hips and really let go.  

His teeth sink into his lower lip, and he decides that just this once, he’ll skip his evening workout. To jerk off.   

Totally normal stuff.  

Ten minutes later, he’s stripped himself down, got the actual lube that he now owns, and is lying in bed with Raihan’s toy—no, his toy. The one Raihan recommended, but it’s his. He’s overthinking this. It’s not like he’s got an audience or anything; Raihan hasn’t even brought it up again in conversation. It was just a casual recommendation, the way one would suggest a new restaurant or a TV show.   

Until the fact that Raihan had to try the damn thing in order to be recommending it occurs to Leon, and he groans aloud into his pillows.   

He wanted to be relaxed about this, this whole thing is supposed to be about relaxation and self-care, but now that the image is in his head, he can’t get it out. Before he can even chastise his mind, his slicked hand is running down his stomach and wrapping around the base of his cock. Just to get things started, of course—does Raihan do this too? Or does he just get himself hard and stick it into the toy? Lie on his back, or prefer to put it between the mattress and the box-spring and mount it?   

The last has him whining again, and when he looks between his legs, his erection twitches against his wrist before he starts stroking it, toes curling at the thought of Raihan fucking his sex toy. He’s so tall, he’d have to brace those broad palms against the bed with every thrust, the muscles in his shoulders and down his lower back tensing and straining. Leon’s seen them before; they’ve been changing together for years, so he knows what Raihan looks like naked.  

And now he has the image of a bead of sweat rolling down his spine as he pleasures himself with his toy. There are a hundred details to be filled in—does he grunt and curse as he fucks it, or is he silent and steady? Slow and luxuriant with the rolls of his hips, feeding it his thick cock deeply, or does he use it rough? 

It’s probably weird to fantasize about how your best friend and longest rival masturbates, but right now, Leon doesn’t care. 

In his own bed, his hips are bucking up into his hand like they always do, the urge to thrust and fuck almost unbearable. He wants to move with his entire body, and in his head, Raihan is doing almost the same. The muscles in his ass bunch and flex in a stunning display as he pleasures himself, head falling back against his shoulders as he groans. Probably nothing like Leon’s desperation, he would be taking his time, utterly indulging his body. The lewd wet squelch of the toy, the scene of it splitting open to take him.   

That does it. Leon grabs for the toy and squirts some lube into it with a shaky hand, then positions the tip of his cock at the entrance. Shyness be damned. If Raihan can do this, so can he. They’ve never backed down from challenges from one another before, and he’s not going to this time.   

He pushes the thing down at the same time his hips surge up, and has to bite into the knuckles of his free hand to keep a truly obscene moan inside. Fuck, fuck, it feels so good—

Not like a real person, no, but worlds better than just a hand. Strange and slicked and wonderful, and he slams himself inside it again on instinct, cock determined to breed even this. Needing it, so bad he can’t think of anything but Raihan’s sharp knowing smile and sinful body. 

Did he know, when he suggested this? Did he intend to plant this vision of himself in Leon’s mind? It’s maddening, but the fantasy won’t release him.   

C’mon, Lee. You can cum whenever you want, baby. 

A whimper breaks out of his throat at that, and he grips the hard casing, pumping the thing up and down. It’s obscene, watching his dick disappear into it again and again, abs twitching as he feels the pleasure winding tight inside him. He isn’t going to last long, but it doesn’t matter, because he’s fucking Raihan’s toy for him and he hopes with everything inside himself that this is what the dragon trainer wanted. Wanted him to make a needy slut of himself on his own bed, fevered with craving him, imagining him, his hands and smile and scent and sex. Every part of him; Leon would give anything for him to actually have wanted this. For Raihan’s hand to hold this toy steady while Leon screws it relentlessly, lips devouring his own, deep voice steadying him and promising nothing but pleasure.  

You’re doing so good for me, Champ. Look at you, you’re so goddamn gorgeous, I can’t wait to see you cum.  

That last thought does it. Even purely imagined, Raihan’s encouragement is enough to send him over the edge, helplessly groaning his name. His hips arch off the bed, shaking, as he fills the toy to the brim and feels his own cum leaking back down his shaft. 

Goddamnit. Now he has to find the instruction manual for this thing, and see how he’s supposed to clean it out.  

And maybe casually mention to Raihan that his suggestion was a good one. Casually.