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BANG, BANG, BANG!
Piers looked up from his magazine. It sounded like someone was trying to bust in his door.
BANG, BANG, BANG!
“Piers, are ya home?”
Raihan’s voice was muffled through the door.
BANG, BANG, BANG!
“Calm down, mate. I’m on my way!”
The second he opened the door, he was rushed by his boyfriend and almost knocked to the ground.
“Bloody ‘ell, again?”
The others lips where greedy against the soft skin on his neck and anywhere else they could reach. Raihan didn’t respond, only moving his hands lower on Piers’ back.
“Y’ know ya could at least talk ta me.”
“Sorry.”
“Can ya maybe just ring the doorbell next time?”
“Heat of the moment, y’ know.”
Piers sighed. He slipped out of Raihan’s hold and closed the door. He mustered the other man from top to bottom. Raihan’s chest was heaving and he was already sweating like he ran a marathon.
“Did ya run all the way from Hammerlocke?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“So you might be able to walk tomorrow.”
Raihan’s fingers started to twitch again. There was already a sizable bulge in his shorts. His teal blue eyes where dark with lust.
“Did y’ know I was gonna come over or why did you dress like that?”
“Like wha?”
“Don’t play dumb, babe! Y’ know perfectly well how hot you look with your hair down and those skinny jeans. And don’t even get me started on the eyeliner and the choker!”
Raihan pulled Piers closer again. He towered over the former gym leader.
“No, I didn’ anticipate ta get my arse wrecked today.”
Raihan moved closer and grabbed Piers by waist.
“Well now I’m here and you’re lookin’ down right delicious. Couch?”
“’Ell no! Marnie could come home any minute.”
“I like your bed better anyways.”
Not a second later Raihan was carrying his boyfriend into the bed room.
“You got one minute before I shred your clothes to bits.”
Piers took off his tank top and started to peel of his jeans. Raihan watched greedily as the bite mark he left on Piers shoulder came into full view. It looked like a tattoo on his mate’s pale skin.
“There.”
Raihan took a shaky breath as he slowly unzipped his hoodie, his eyes still with a laser focus on Piers skin.
“Yer takin’ forever, mate.”
With that Piers strode over to Raihan and started to undress him. First his hoodie, then his T-shirt and lastly his shorts, freeing the others erection in the process. It sprung forth enthusiastically. Raihan kicked off his shoes and pushed Piers onto the bed.
He spread his legs apart and knelt between them. The sight had him drooling. A smooth, pinkish hole, just waiting to be stretched. Raihan gave it a long lick starting at the base of the hole, going over the perineum and ending at Piers’ balls, at which point Piers cock gave an excited twitch. There was no more holding back. Raihan lapt at his mate’s entrance like he was starving. The soft moans and tiny whimpers Piers produced where all the incentive Raihan needed to continue his onslaught. They both knew this was merely the beginning of what would happen that day.
With the addition of a finger Piers’ moans became downright sinful. Raihan curled his finger making Piers howl. Another digit was added and the slight pain made Piers hiss with pleasure. Raihan, being a devious bastard, enjoyed every second of it as much as, if not more, than Piers. Two more fingers where shoved into Piers, more than ever before.
Raihan had stopped the licking to take a look at his work so far. Piers was a sight to behold: Mouth wide open and eyes squinted. A few tears of pleasure had worked their way past his lashes, as evidenced by smeared mascara and tear tracks mixed with eyeliner adorning his pale cheeks. All of it was framed by a mess of black and white hair and topped of by an erection.
Piers grasped at the sheets as his body was invaded by Raihan’s digits. The first time they fucked, Piers was surprised to learn that dragon spit had a slight aphrodisiac effect. The smaller man let waves of pleasure wash over him. He was unceremoniously torn from this state when Raihan flipped him on his stomach.
“You enjoyin’ yourself, babe?”
“Mhm.”
Raihan adjusted Piers’ position so he was lying flat on the bed.
“I’m gonna ride that pretty little arse so fuckin’ hard~”
Raihan mumbled while spreading lube on his cock. He admired how small Piers ass cheeks looked compared to his hands. Piers’ was breached yet again. Even though the aphrodisiac had started to wear off his brain and muscles where still of no use, only in small parts because Raihan was holding him down.
At first Raihan took it slow, relishing in the tightness and heat of his lover’s body. When he had had enough of watching his cock disappear in between creamy white cheeks, he gave the right cheek a hearty spank.
“You still awake?”
“Yeah.”
“Good, ‘cause I’m about to start.”
Raihan repositioned himself to be more parallel with Piers’ body.
“Here comes the jackhammer!”
“Rai, stop sayin’ shit like tha-”
The sounds of skin hitting skin and Piers’ moans echoed through the dimly lit room. Any thoughts of protest where stifled the first time Raihan hit Piers’ prostate. From then on Piers’ moans resembled desperate screams, begging for more and harder, more than anything else. As Raihan placed his lips on the mark he thanked Arceus for bringing him and Piers together.
“Oh sweet mother of Mew! Raihan please don’t stop!”
“Not plannin’ on it.”
The affirmation was followed by a loud sob of gratitude. Piers’ skin was hot. Where ever Raihan put his hand it felt like it was about to burn up.
‘He’s hot in every sense of the word!’
In a moment of dizzy, he sank his teeth into Piers skin. Carefully as to not to break skin. Piers howled and roared like not even an Obstagoon could. Raihan knew what buttons to push and he pushed them perfectly.
He flipped Piers on his back and after a few more thrusts Piers splattered onto his stomach while Raihan spilled inside of him.
“How was that?”
“Yer over it already?”
“T’s not that, I jus wanted ta see ya.”
“And ya couldn' ‘ave jus’ been normal about it?”
“That ain’t fun. If I really was in rut, ya wouldn’ a had the time ta close the door.”
“And the starrin’?”
“Yer a real smoke show, Piers. Fancy some water?”
“Yeah.”
Raihan put on his boxers and T-shirt and stepped out of the room.
“Hi, Marns!”
Piers’ stomach turned. How long was Marnie here? What did she hear?
“Watcha doin’ here?”
“I live ‘ere. What’re yew doin’ ‘ere?”
“Ya brother lives here.”
‘Raihan, stop!’
“Well good tha’ bloody muppet’s ge’in’ laid at last.”
The door fell shut. Piers cleaned himself, grabbed some clothes and headed out.
“Piers d’ ya even know what ya doin’ right now?”
“Wha’?”
“You’re wearin’ my hoodie.”
Raihan loved nothing more than Piers stealing his clothes. He had quite a few candids of Piers wearing a T-shirt that went down to his thighs or sweat pants on the verge of slipping off his skinny hips.
“Oh, right. Rai do me a favor, don’t ever say something like that to my sister again!”
“She can know that her big brother found love, ain’t nothin’ wrong bout that.”
Piers sighed deeply and burried his face in Raihan’s chest.
“Babe, you’re so adorable when ya flustered.”
Raihan put his hands on Piers’ waist before picking him up and carriying him to the couch. He picked up the magazine Piers read before.
“Even when he tries his best, Piers sounds as stiff as he acts. During parts of his concerts he seems like he wants to hide himself behind his hair and is about to fall asleep. When he is moving it looks more like he is having a seizure. Some of his lyrics hit at the existence of a girlfriend. So where ever you are, who ever you are, take care of your boyfriend.”
They looked at each other.
“Piers, why is there some twit telling me to suck ya dick more often?”
“Don’ mind I’ tha’ guy ‘as never liked me.”
“That’s still mean.”
“Ya never get mean comments?”
“Well... yeah.”
Piers eyed his boyfriend.
“Ya gonna do sumthin’ ‘bout I’?”
“’bout what?”
“’bout me bein’ an underfucked weirdo.”
“Don’t know ‘bout the weirdo part but I can certainly help the underfucked-ness.”