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Catch the Thunder	By : Rhov Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 17785 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 33
Ride Atop the Storm

Freed's heart began to pound. They were really going to do this. And record it! And later, some time down the road, watch it. Watch him giving Laxus pleasure. Watch him topping.
Crap!
It was both an incredibly erotic idea, and extremely humiliating. Every action he did would be recorded and probably analyzed by Laxus. Everything he said and did, they would see it again.
He wanted it, and he trembled at the pressure to make this perfect.
Freed rung his hands in nervousness. They were going to do this! First, he had to get what they needed. Lube, definitely. He walked stiffly over to the nightstand. Everything had been put away after their wild reunion two nights ago. Freed did not remember cleaning up anything, so he guessed it had been Laxus. While he was at the hospital with Bickslow, Laxus must have taken it upon himself to clean up the mess.
That … was rather sweet.
He pulled open a drawer, and sure enough there was a bottle of lube, as well as tissues and a black box. His wanking supplies, all organized.
"Uh, do you want me to use a condom?" he asked, holding up the box filled with slightly fewer than a dozen square packages.
"If you want," Laxus shrugged, trying to find the tripod to his camera.
"Well … i-i-it, um…" He laughed awkwardly. There really was no polite way to phrase it. "It makes cleaning up afterward easier." Maybe Laxus would not like the sensation of cum dripping out of his ass. Condoms made things less messy.
"Do you prefer it when I use one?"
Freed looked down at the box. They had bought it some time before Laxus left for Greece. It had been hastily ripped open one wild night. Of the dozen originally in there, now there were nine. Then Laxus took off, and the box remained untouched. When he moved, he packed the box of condoms with hopes that Laxus would come back, and eventually they would go through this whole box.
"Well, it depends," he replied awkwardly, thumbing through the square packages with heat in his cheeks. "S-sometimes … um, sometimes … I want to feel you … a-and sometimes, cleaning up afterwards is really a pain."
"All right." Laxus finished getting the camera into place, walked over, and took Freed's flushed cheek into his large hand. Those turquoise eyes with their thick lashes gazed up in admiration and intimidation. "This time," he whispered lovingly, softly stroking Freed's face, "just you." Then a smirk tweaked up on his lips. "We'll bareback it!"
Freed felt like his heart just might explode!
"And next time, we'll try you sheathed, and I'll tell you which one I like."
Next … time? Next time! Laxus wanted to do this more than once! Laxus wanted to try it again. With Freed on top!
"O-okay," he said breathlessly. This wasn't just some crazy whim. Laxus would let him do it again.
His brow tensed. "Are you okay with this?" he asked worriedly.
Freed stuttered, "Y-y-yeah! Yeah, that … definitely."
Laxus nodded, glad they were figuring this out together. He pressed on the camera, taking a quick look to see that it was angled to the bed. He started up the video and prayed the camera had enough memory to capture this. Then he sat on the bed and looked at Freed. Those eyes were still on him, focused yet dazed in a world of his own.
Finally, Laxus snapped, "Are you just gonna stand there?"
"Oh! Um … r-right … uh … s-so we don't need these." He clumsily put the box back in the drawer. "So, some lube." That was already set next to the alarm clock. He looked at the drawer and a large box with some of their bedroom supplies. As he pulled up the lid, he saw some of the sex toys they had gotten over the months together. "You didn't want any … um … y'know…"
"Toys?" asked Laxus.
"Y-yeah." He blushed at the bluntness.
"No. Just you."
"Right," he whispered airily. Just him. Freed knew he was shaking by now. They were doing this! He … to Laxus … they were doing this!
Laxus saw the tenseness in the limber body, the shivering in his fisted hands, and how fast he was breathing. He hardly blamed Freed. He had been nervous as hell their first time.
Laxus leaned back on the pillows and stretched his arms out. "Come here," he beckoned.
Freed leaped at the order and looked around with widened, scared eyes. However, the tenderness in Laxus' face soothed him. Those arms ordered him to go over and fill them. He felt safer with someone telling him what to do. He stepped over, laid on the bed, and curled up into that protective embrace.
"Up on top," Laxus urged lightly.
Freed shifted to be on his chest, still wrapped up and safe. When he looked down, Laxus had the sort of look he got when he reassured Freed that everything was going to be fine.
"Just kiss me."
That was an order Freed hardly needed. He leaned over and kissed Laxus in thanks for easing him into this. It was new and scary, so simply knowing that Laxus was with him gave Freed courage. He smiled and hummed in delight as they shared tender kisses.
"Just keep kissing me," Laxus told him.
Freed kissed him more, kissed him deeper, rubbed his hands over Laxus' body, savored the warmth of his skin, and he began to loosen up. He shifted to straddle Laxus again, fully taking a top position.
"That's right," Laxus moaned as Freed conquered his lips. "Just keep on kissing. Make it natural."
Freed lost himself to pleasure as they made out on the bed. He grasped Laxus' shoulders and slowly thrust up against him, sliding their hips together. His lips dipped down, sucking along Laxus' neck, not caring anymore if he left little marks. Laxus aggressively grabbed his ass, pulling him closer to get more friction, and Freed felt the soft lump in the boxers growing thicker, harder, longer.
"Is the camera running?" Freed whispered as his tongue played around Laxus' ear.
"Mm-hm," he moaned. Laxus could hardly wait to see how this looked, Freed humping against him like a dog in heat.
Freed's arms went straight, pushing himself up. He looked down and saw a blush on those chiseled cheeks. "Laxus?"
"Yeah?"
Freed thought about how this began, an introvert admiring a stripper from afar. Then that fateful and humiliating lap dance, being on his knees before Laxus in the club's restroom and tucking the dollars away in his leather pants, their dark talk of the past, drinking together, a night of sensuality, then returning, going back to the club, seeking him out, the opera, hanging out together, dating, that night with In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida playing as he felt Laxus enter him for the first time, building trust, increasing their love, dealing with his parents during Christmas, settling into a deeper relationship, Laxus leaving, the loneliness, and the joy of seeing him return.
It all flashed through his mind. In a few months, he had gone from a shy university student who only dreamed of being dominated, to falling in love with a man he had technically hired, and now Laxus was showing his trust by letting Freed take him.
"I love you!" he blurted out.
Laxus blinked in surprise, but then he smirked. "I love you more."
Freed chuckled. He leaned over and kissed Laxus' chest. Lips and tongue worked in unison, moving lower. A deep groan rumbled out from Laxus, more like a purr than a moan. Freed's lips moved over, and he kissed Laxus on the nipple, then let his tongue lap around it.
"Mmh … yeah … oooh yeah!" Laxus hissed as his body arched on its own. He tried to calm himself and stroked the green hair as those lips suckled him sensually. "Mmm, Freed!" He hissed in air as Freed frotted up against him slowly while lapping at his nipples, one then the other.
Freed tweaked one while kissing right over the other. Both were already tensing up. He glanced up to the pillows and saw Laxus with his eyes closed, lost in the pleasure. He kissed the nub again, then again, then pecked silly, quick kisses all around it.
Laxus laughed and looked down at him. What the hell was he doing? Playing? "Brat."
"What?" Freed said oh-so-innocently. Then with a devilish smirk, he took the tense teat between his teeth and gave a soft bite.
Laxus was caught off-guard. He arched up and moaned loudly.
"You're sensitive there," Freed teased.
"Shut up!"
Freed chuckled, and he slowly sucked Laxus' other nipple into a point, then pressed it back down with his tongue, only to coax it back up with his lips.
"God," Laxus gasped, fisting his hand into Freed's hair. He glanced down and saw Freed enjoying himself, lips over his heart, fingers tugging and lightly pinching the other side. It felt so incredible, so much stimulation all at once. "Man, how can you put up with all this?" he said in awe.
"Because you're good." Freed kissed under the pectoral, and Laxus flinched at how sensitive it was there. "You always make me want more."
He wanted Laxus to want more, to want him, to take pleasure in what he could give back after all he had done for Freed. He began to kiss further down, following the valley between taut abdominal muscles. He paused at the elastic band of Laxus' boxers and looked up.
"Can I…?" At just a light touch to his tingling erection, Laxus hissed in air. "Can I take these off?"
"Yeah," he said, shifting his hips up.
Freed tugged the underwear down Laxus' legs and dropped them off the edge of the bed. They both pulled off their robes now, throwing them aside, and Freed removed the pajama bottoms he had been wearing.
Freed sat on his heels between Laxus' spread legs and gazed up along his naked body. He was erect and already had signs of a little pre-cum that must have wiped off on the boxers.
He wanted to try to act the part, so he tried to think of things Laxus would say in this situation. He dragged his finger up the thick vein of Laxus' shaft and hummed sensually. "You're ready for me, aren't you?"
"Yeah, when you're this good," he admitted truthfully. He was so stiff, it hurt.
"Well, you'll get more attention there later. Right now…" His finger went down, skimming over the balls and across the taint. Laxus tensed up and Freed saw nearly all of his muscles cord up. "Relax," he said, pulling his hand back to ease him into this next part.
"Yeah," Laxus moaned, ashamed he had reacted so strongly. Still, he was not used to something touching him there.
Freed reached over to the nightstand and took the bottle of lube. He drizzled it onto his fingers, snapped the cap back on, and set it near him on the sheets, realizing all the covers had been kicked off the bed in their play.
"You ready?" he asked, lightly touching the rim of Laxus' hole. The blond nodded and hissed something that was a consent. "Okay."
Freed began with just one finger, going slowly, observing Laxus' face for any signs of discomfort. The blond immediately cringed up.
"Easy. Relax."
Laxus gave a sigh of frustration. Why did he feel so nervous all of a sudden? This was going to look utterly ridiculous on the camera. He forced his body to flop back and loosen up.
Freed finally got his finger in and felt something he had not expected. There was lube inside! He looked up and saw the flush as Laxus realized he had already figured it out. Indeed, when he had gone into the bathroom while Freed was showering, Laxus had prepped himself, even this much. He really did want it!
Freed stroked Laxus' cheek lovingly while his finger slid deeper inside. So long as Laxus was relaxed like this, entering was easy, and soon he realized he could even use two fingers. However, there was a problem.
"Um, Laxus?"
"Yeah?"
"I want to try something, but I want your permission."
Try something? Laxus arched an eyebrow. "All right."
Freed gave a soft sigh and looked down at his finger now lodged inside his lover's body and the contortion that put on the rest of his hand. "I'll be honest." He gave a nervous laugh. Oh man, Laxus was going to be mad! "I sprained my wrist yesterday."
Laxus jolted. "You what?"
"Ah, it … i-i-it wasn't much. I just … I was rushing through the halls and … a-and I kind of slid and … I … I didn't fall! I crashed into a door and … um … they treated me for a sprain. It wasn't much. I took the bandage off before I got home."
"Are you okay?" Laxus asked in deep concern.
"Yeah, but…" He shrugged and looked apologetic. "Quite honestly, this is hurting my wrist."
"Take your finger out!" he roared.
Freed muttered under his breath as he eased his hand back out of that warmth. "A-a-and I want … c-can I … use something else?"
"Like what?"
Freed looked aside in shame. Just when Laxus had said no! "L-like … the butt plug."
Laxus leaned up onto his elbow and laughed softly while shaking his head. So, that was why he had asked in the first place. It sure had seemed like a bold thing to ask earlier, but it made sense now if his wrist was sore. Laxus tucked a green strand of hair back off Freed's shamed face.
"Would that help?"
"It … it does … to me."
"Then use it."
Freed looked up in astonishment. "Are you sure it's okay?"
"Yeah," he smiled. "Yeah, I'm sure."
He loved that Freed kept asking. It was rather sweet that he was so concerned about what Laxus wanted. Was this how it felt for Freed every time Laxus asked permission? Even if he was sadistic and demanding, he always asked. He had been warned early on that in BDSM, consent was everything. Laxus had to admit, it was also really sexy.
He leaned up fully and kissed Freed. Then, gazing at his lips, Laxus leaned in again, slowly pressing his lips up against Freed's, savoring a second kiss. When he pulled back, he gave Freed a nod to show that he trusted his judgment.
"Hold on a second," Freed said breathlessly. He climbed off the bed and hurried to the drawer, yanking it out and opening the box inside. Laxus laid back on the pillows and admired the view of Freed naked and searching like a frantic squirrel.
Then Freed realized they had different butt plugs. Wait, had they really bought so many? He pulled out one, the smallest, figuring that would work best. Then he grabbed the lube, but he paused as his heart began to race so fast, he felt dizzy.
"Freed."
He almost yelped at the voice. "What?"
"Show me your wrist."
Unconsciously, he pulled it back behind him. "It's fine!"
Laxus held his hand out and said in a gentle yet firm command. "Show me your wrist."
Slowly, he pulled his arm back around and obediently placed it on the large, waiting hand.
"Where does it hurt?"
He reluctantly pointed to a spot. "Right there on the edge."
Laxus raised his hand and planted a kiss on the sore spot. Then he held the wrist with both hands, shielding it, and looked at Freed with saddened eyes.
"Tell me when you're hurt," he requested. "I need to know. I don't want to hurt you worse."
"A-all right…"
"I'm serious! I could have grabbed you and done something to really hurt you. If you're injured, you've got to tell me."
Freed felt foolish now for hiding it. He wanted today to be perfect. He thought he could just tough it out. Now he realized they should have worked together. "R-right. I will."
"All right," he sighed, finally releasing the injured hand. Freed took it back and cradled it with a look of guilt. Laxus chuckled and suddenly ruffled up his hair. "And you're a klutz!"
Freed cried out in protect. "I … I-I…" He looked aside and mumbled petulantly, "Shut up."
Laxus laughed. Such an adorable little angel! "Come on." He rolled onto his stomach, figuring that position would be easier. He watched as Freed picked the plug back up and drizzled it with lube. "Are you going to be okay doing that?"
"Yeah! Yeah, I'll be fine," he assured.
Laxus nodded and raised his ass up a little more. "Let's do it."
"Okay."
Freed took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He lined the pointed tip of the plug with Laxus' opening and pressed just a little.
"Ugh!"
"Is it bad?" he asked quickly.
Laxus shook his head, but then he realized his fists were clenched. "I think I'm a little … nervous." Shit, him being nervous! He needed to take control of this, calm down, and relax. He started by loosening his tight hands.
"Well then…" Freed kept the plug in place and scooted up to Laxus' head. He tugged on the chiseled features and pulled his face put from the pillows. He smiled at those blue eyes and whispered sensually, "I'll just have to kiss you until you're not."
He leaned forward and gave Laxus a kiss, then another, and then a long, slow one.
Laxus smiled as Freed kept kissing him. "I like that plan."
Freed hummed in agreement, kissing more until he felt Laxus loosening. As soon as he sensed the hip muscles relax, Freed pressed the plug in a little more.
Laxus let out a grunt as he was spread wider, but Freed quickly kissed him. He went no deeper than that, holding it there although that strained his wrist. Laxus forced himself to loosen again, and Freed pushed even farther.
That time, Laxus breathed through the discomfort, but there was no pain quite yet. Just pressure, but it was still a strange sensation.
"Is this all right?" Freed asked, never stopping with the kisses.
"Yeah," Laxus hissed. "Shit, that's good."
Freed kissed part of his neck he knew Laxus liked. It distracted him, and he pressed more. "Shit … oh shit."
Laxus grabbed Freed's head and pressed it down to his skin, showing he should do more. Freed began to suck vigorously on that spot, and at the same time he pressed the last of the butt plug in.
"Shiiiiit!" he hissed from both the spreading of the plug and the pain of the mark being raised onto his neck. Right as the plug fitted in, Freed pulled back and saw a dark pink mark speckled with blood. He had marked Laxus! Then he glanced down and saw the plug was fully in. Laxus had relaxed around the divot and was panting down into the pillows. Freed gently rubbed his lower back as he gazed down quietly.
"Laxus?" he whispered.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Slowly, he rolled around so he could look right up at Freed. He felt the pressure in his ass, but he thought it actually felt rather nice. Besides, the look of adoration and lust on Freed's face was something he wanted to stare at. "So, what else are you gonna do to me?" he asked in sensual arrogance.
Freed licked his lip and trailed his finger down Laxus' chest. "Well, I could tie you up, but you said you don't want any kinks."
He arched an eyebrow at him. "You're not tying me up."
"Mmh, I could," he said playfully, stroking up and down Laxus' torso with a face like a predatory feline. "It was fun that one time, handcuffing you to the bed."
A smirk tweaked Laxus' cheek. "You little brat," he muttered, and chuckled softly. "You had to bring up that."
Freed grinned at the chance to tease him a little. "I think I'll just…" He kissed Laxus right over the sternum. "…enjoy…" His lips moved up and kissed his collarbone. "…what I can."
He kissed right over the love mark he had just left. Laxus tensed when his lips went there, and he grabbed Freed's shoulder, not sure if he wanted to push him away or pull him even closer. Freed looked pleased with himself at getting Laxus to react.
"Your neck is sensitive," he teased, again trying to think of things Laxus would say to him.
What would Laxus do next? Focus on the neck? No! He would attack somewhere new. Freed knew precisely where to aim. Despite—or perhaps due to—his extremely muscular chest, Laxus was intensely weak there. Freed slid down Laxus' body to that spot and whispered:
"So's right here."
His lips pulled at his nipple, and Laxus arched up in a reaction of shock.
"Shit!"
Freed chuckled mischievously and licked the area softer, letting the sensitivity tingle him. Laxus glanced down, seeing him enjoying this. That little bitch!
"Freed," he said, and he hated the moan in his voice.
Turquoise eyes flicked up at him and Freed hummed in question.
"Don't tease me too much."
Freed dropped his eyes back down to the chest and lapped the soft skin. "I like to," he hummed, sucking him and kissing the perky nub.
Shit, shit! Too sexy! "Yeah, but I might … not … be able to hold back," he said, struggling to talk as Freed became slightly more aggressive in sucking him, "and if you make me come early on video, I'll whip your ass," he threatened.
"Mmh!" Freed slid up and pressed his nose against Laxus', gazing straight into his eyes. "Then maybe I should."
He had to chuckle, but Laxus shook his head. "I'm serious."
"All right." He gave Laxus a kiss, then leaned up and gazed at him.
Laxus looked back at him. No slyness, no plotting, Freed was just staring. "What?" he asked, confused by the halt. Did he have something on his teeth?
Freed shrugged happily. "Nothing."
"You're just staring."
"Yeah." Freed had a relaxed smile. "I just want to look at you."
Look at him? How? Why? Freed knew what he looked like. He knew…
No, this was different. He was looking at Laxus as the man he was about to make love to, and that made a difference. Similarly, Laxus realized he was looking up at the man about to enter him, his first time being taken. Although this was what he really wanted, to have this experience with Freed, suddenly it seemed more potent.
Holy fuck, this is too much!
"Oh my God, this is annoying," he shouted, breaking eye contact. His heart was racing, and it made him dizzy.
Freed scoffed, "You do it to me all the time."
"I know," he snapped, but then muttered petulantly, "It's embarrassing."
Freed giggled—Oh, shut up, you brat!—and kept gazing down, feeling much more confident as he gazed at Laxus' face. Blue eyes slowly glanced back around and saw Freed had not changed.
"Stop just … staring at me," he yelled.
Freed was thoroughly amused to see Laxus reacting like this. He had been a strip dancer with people staring and ogling all the time, but this was different; they both knew it. Arrogantly, he asked, "Why?"
"Because I don't want you to not be doing anything."
"Oh? And what if I stare at you … while stroking you here." He reached down and ran his hand along Laxus' erection.
The sudden touch caught him by surprise. "Ah!"
In amusement, Freed asked, "Would it be okay then?"
Laxus nodded fervently. "Yeah." Fuck, Freed's hands were awesome!
Freed smirked and stroked up more pleasure. "I can stare at you as you make these faces?"
Faces? Dammit! He really was making some erotic faces. Laxus glared up with flushed cheeks and whispered, "Fuck you."
The look Freed gave him was anything but an angel. He leaned over, pressing his body against Laxus', and his smile was that of a devil of desire.
"Other way around today," he whispered sensually.
Holy … shit! Laxus laughed at his wily incubus and reached up to caress Freed's cheek. "Yeah, I guess so."
He glanced across Freed's naked body. What a hell of a body, too! Flawless, no scars, pure refinement. He had always loved marking up that noble body, but today he wanted to lie back, admire its strength. Freed really was a strong man, although built so slight. Laxus had seen him fight with a sword, and the strength of his hands and wrists was no joking matter. He was built to be swift on his feet, and his real strength was his fast mind. That, Laxus envied! He wished he was as brilliant and well-educated, rather than a little clumsy and forgetful.
Body and mind … soul, too. Everything about Freed was incredible.
And all his!
"So, how long are you gonna leave that in my ass?"
Freed hummed with his finger pressed to his lip, thinking about it. "Until I'm done … up here." His other hand pinched a nipple and rolled it between his fingers.
Laxus tensed up and struggled to hold back a noise of pleasure. He breathed hard as Freed kept toying with his chest, knowing how sensitive it was. This brat really had learned all of his weaknesses. "Hey," he said, trying to force a laugh although his throat tightened up. "C-come on!"
"What?" Freed asked in sly amusement.
"You're just leaving me here."
"Mh, I'm playing with you."
"Yeah, but…" He looked aside with a scowl. Was Freed trying to make him beg? Like hell would he beg! Never! Not Laxus Dreyar!
Freed stopped and pulled both hands back, sitting on his heels. "Laxus?"
"What?" he grumbled in annoyance. He wasn't going to beg.
"Relax," he urged. However, he did not see any change. "I'm waiting for you to relax," he snapped.
Laxus glared up. "Is that why you're not doing anything else?"
"Yeah," he said in emphasis. He was not about to take this to the next step with Laxus so on edge.
Laxus tried to loosen up. "It's not easy," he sighed in frustration.
Freed stroked through his blond hair. "You need to relax."
He knew he did. He knew from all those times with Freed. They could not do much if Freed was tense. Then it just hurt. He let out a slow breath.
"Go ahead," he said softly.
Freed shook his head. This … was not relaxed. He saw Laxus still fisting up his hands. Seriously, this guy! He leaned over and kissed Laxus. That helped. He kissed again, licking into his mouth, and Laxus let out a gentle moan. Then Freed secretively slid his hand down and pressed on the butt plug. Instantly, Laxus' whole body clenched, only to hurt from the tightness inside of him.
Freed yanked back. "See! You need to relax!"
Laxus wanted to curse. Why was this a problem? Any touches at all down there made him clench up. "How do you do this?" he hissed, trying to at least loosen his ass around the plug.
Freed caressed Laxus' hair. "I think of just you, nothing else. Just you. Don't think about the camera. Don't think about anything else." He stroked slowly and soothingly over Laxus' body. "Focus on yourself and what's being done to you … by me!"
Laxus closed his eyes. Forget it all. Forget the camera and the plug in his ass and precisely what they were about to do. Forget everything except Freed. Sense nothing but Freed's hands. Feel nothing but love for Freed and desire to be with him. Focus on Freed. Just Freed.
Just … Freed.
Him and Freed.
Nothing else.
Just Freed.
"All right," he whispered, wondering if this was what they called zen meditation.
Freed physically saw the difference. Laxus' body was loosened now. When he kissed him, those lips did not forcefully kiss back. They pliantly accepted the kisses, more and more, each accepted and loose. Then Freed reached down to the plug and pressed again. For a second, Laxus tensed on instinct. Freed quickly kissed him, and Laxus' body sank again. He moved the plug only slightly, testing it out, and he felt Laxus struggling, yet forcing his body to accept the sensations.
"Is it getting better?" he asked between kisses.
"Yeah," Laxus grunted.
Freed kissed him, and his hand slid up, stroking Laxus instead. The blond's body sizzled in pleasure, and he sucked in air. Freed paused to glance down and saw an expression he knew was a silent way Laxus asked for more. He rubbed up, twisting on the head, and then thrust back down, over and over, all the time kissing him calmly. Suddenly, Laxus let out a cry, and Freed felt his muscles constrict. He shook his head to stop this, and Freed immediately pulled back.
"You all right?" he asked in worry.
"Y-yeah," Laxus strained out.
Freed smiled at the mottled pink and pale skin, the way Laxus twitched and squirmed to hold still. Then he saw something glimmer, and when he glanced down, a bead of pre-cum slithered down Laxus' shaft. Freed licked his lips and grinned lasciviously.
"Are you getting that turned on?"
Laxus glared at him. "What do you expect?" he snapped.
"Mmh, I expect you to wait for me." He used one finger to wipe up the drip and sucked the clear liquid off. Then he smirked around his finger. "Maybe, I have to force you to wait." He suddenly climbed off the bed and walked around to the dresser.
Laxus felt sexually frustrated. Why was he walking away? Why was he stopping? "What are you getting? I said I didn't want any to- … oooh shit."
Freed pulled out a leather penis sheath and giggled at Laxus' massive eyes. When the hell had he bought that? Laxus wondered just how much Freed added to his collection while living alone, free to watch all the fetish porn he wanted.
"You're seriously gonna put that on me?" he cried out.
"Mm-hmm," he hummed.
"Is that even going to fit?" he asked. Freed was a good, average size, certainly nothing lacking, but Laxus knew his body was just too large overall.
Freed looked down at the leather sheath. "Hmm, I don't know," he admitted.
It was true that he bought this to be used on himself, but now he really wanted to see Laxus wearing it. He had always loved seeing Laxus strutting on stage in those tight leather pants. Black simply looked good on him. Maybe not good. Badass! Now he wanted to see his thunder god's lightning rod wrapped up in the black leather sheath.
Freed turned a sly smile to Laxus. "Let's try!"
The sheath had a cock ring to wrap around Laxus' balls, then the sheath covered most of his dick. It was held in place with adjustable button snaps on the ring and three velcro straps across the long sheath. Freed had really researched about various types, and he actually bought two, this one and one that worked with electrostimulation. As much as part of him would have loved to see Laxus zapped back, Freed felt that just was not something he wanted to do. It would be sweet revenge, but he was not a sadist. He would want that stimulation for himself.
For this sheath, he wanted something that was easy to take on and off, thus the snaps and velcro. It had high reviews online, at least. (He blushed as he remembered his obsession with scouring BDSM internet stores while Laxus was in Greece.)
Thanks to the snaps and easy straps, Laxus' girth fit well, although when Freed tried to wrap the cock ring on, Laxus let out a soft curse of discomfort.
"Sorry," Freed said, focused on the snaps to make sure he did not catch any skin.
"It's … fine."
If Freed wanted to do this, Laxus would let him. He would punish him hard later on, but for now he figured he would let Freed have his fun. Besides, if it helped then it was worth it. Like hell would he come too soon!
He laughed as he saw all the focus in Freed's face. So diligent! "Damn," he smiled, thinking he was too adorable, trying so hard to please him.
Then suddenly Laxus felt a change. The blood in his cock was restricted. His shaft engorged, rising even more erect. His balls tingled with pleasure. Freed was not even touching him and he felt the effects.
"Oh … damn!" he gasped.
Freed smirked knowingly. "Feels good, doesn't it?"
Laxus stared up at the ceiling as his body felt even more alive. "Yeah," he groaned. It felt fucking amazing! He gulped and knew, this was the time. "Freed?"
He hummed, still deciding what to do next.
"I'm totally ready."
That caught Freed's attention. Laxus definitely looked relaxed and determined. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah," he whispered. Then he grinned at his lover. "You better!"
Freed's heart fluttered. It was time! "All right." Not wanting to disappoint Laxus, he quickly shifted downward to prepare for this. First, he took a firm hold of the butt plug. "I'll pull this out. It'll be a bit sore, but then it should feel okay."
"Yeah," Laxus nodded, knowing how this part worked from how many times he had dealt with plugs in his career.
"Stay as relaxed as you possibly can," Freed warned.
Laxus took a deep breath and let it out in a slow stream, loosening his muscles. "Okay."
Freed took hold of the grip and began to pull. As the bulbous head tried to spread him, Laxus flinched.
"Relax!" Freed snapped authoritatively.
"Y-yeah," he grumbled. He found that space again where he could focus and not tense up.
Freed tried it again, and although Laxus let out a grunt, he did not clench. The plug slid out, and Freed set it aside to be cleaned later.
"Okay, that was good," he praised. He looked down and saw lube making the small opening shiny. "Let me just feel."
Laxus muttered some sort of consent, still calm in his zone. Freed reached down and slid a finger in. This time, he fit easily. He slid a second one in, and still, although it was tight, there was no resistance.
"Oh," he chuckled, "you are relaxed."
He liked this, reaching into Laxus, feeling him from the inside. There was a carnal joy to it, being this close, touching his lover both inside and out.
For Laxus, he had always had an issue with things entering his body. He was secretly terrified of needles. He did not even like the tongue depressor at the doctor's office. Only Freed! Only this man! He trusted no one else with his body, no one but Freed. Those fears were far away now. It was just the two of them, and Freed was touching him everywhere. Laxus hummed at the feel of it, simply knowing Freed was with him and by him and inside him and … he did not really even understand it. It was just a comfort, knowing he was there, he was everywhere, like being bathed in a warm glow, a holy light, just him and Freed.
However, the feel of Freed fingering him was not enough. He needed more!
"You better do it before I tense up again," he warned.
"All right." Freed withdrew and wiped his fingers on the sheets that would need to be washed anyway. He grabbed the lube bottle still sitting on the mattress and flicked up the lid. "Put a little of this on," he said to himself.
He drizzled the thick lube onto his erection and rubbed it around. Then he helped Laxus lift his thighs to expose himself. Laxus hooked his knees over Freed's shoulders. He was panting, looking up, waiting with a mix of curiosity and trepidation. Freed smiled, so reassuring that Laxus grinned back. This was it!
Freed held the legs with loving hands, caressing his thigh muscles and kissing the light hairs on the legs. He rubbed his cheek along the leg, worshiping him, every part of him. Then, not thinking and acting purely on instinct, Freed bit Laxus' inner thigh. He got a sharp inhale and eyes wide with wonder. He saw Laxus' expression and smirked playfully. He wasn't the only one who liked to bite sometimes!
Gazing down at his waiting lover, he asked one last time, "Are you ready?"
Laxus glanced up and saw … his angel! The only man he had ever loved. Freed was the only person he trusted this much.
"Yeah," he sighed, wanting it, and only with this man.
Freed took hold of himself and angled it right at the entrance. "Okay," he whispered in warning, before pressing inside.
Laxus almost flinched. Freed was much bigger than some silicone plug. However, the pleasure was instantaneous. He feared it would hurt, tear, bleed, all the horror stories he heard about. Yet all he felt was an intense fullness. As Freed pressed more, Laxus inhaled in a hiss, but still the pleasure was far superior to the strangeness and slight discomfort of being filled so intensely.
"Does it hurt?" Freed asked as Laxus grabbed his arms and clung to him.
His heart pounded until he felt dizzy, yet the foreign sense of fullness was anything but painful. "No … no, it doesn't," he said, sounding a bit surprised. "Feels weird," he confessed, spreading his legs more to see if that would help. "Feels good."
"You like it?"
"Yeah." He gazed up. It was a strange concept, and part of his brain went, 'Holy shit, Freed is inside of me!' He laughed and reached up to caress Freed's cheek. "How do you like it? First time in an ass, right?"
"Yeah," he blushed. Freed looked down and saw their bodies conjoined. "It's … um…" He shrugged as he admitted, "It's a lot tighter than I imagined."
"Well, it's my first time."
Freed laughed—first time, seriously? "I guess so," he grinned. Laxus' first time! Losing his ass virginity. And he was the one Laxus picked to do this.
Laxus gazed up seriously. "I love you, Freed."
Freed kissed the raised thigh and rested his cheek on the inner knee while looking down happily yet deviously. "I love you more … bitch."
Laxus roared with laughter, and that helped him to loosen even more, really relaxing into this reality.
"All right," Laxus said with determination. "Go ahead. Do it."
Freed let out a slow breath. This was it! He wanted to pleasure his thunder god in every way. He slowly pulled back, watching down below, amazed by the sight of their bodies conjoined. Then he pressed back in, slowly, feeling the tightness rubbing him in a way Laxus' hands and mouth had never done before.
Laxus let out a moan, then a hiss on the thrust inward. As Freed set up a languid tempo, he got a better feel for this sensation. Being fucked! He never thought he would let anyone do this, not after the torments he went through as a child, being prodded, probed, operated on, his body violated by his own father. Not sexually, but still! He never thought he could allow a person in his heart, let alone in his body.
However, he loved Freed—loved him and trusted him. He was the only person in the world whom Laxus would allow to enter his body like this.
Soft groans of pleasure echoed through the room as the smell of heated sweat grew thicker. Freed had a steady rhythm now, and Laxus was no longer flinching in discomfort. He felt only pleasure. Every time Freed slid in, his body sparked.
"Fuck," he whispered.
The better it felt, the more his cock stiffened, but the penis sheath and cock ring restrained him, almost painfully but never reaching a discomfort he could not withstand. Instead, the increasing pressure, the tightness that held him back from coming too soon, heightened the pleasure far beyond normal.
"Ah … fffffuck!" he hissed. "Shhhit!"
He breathed heavily now, hips rocking into the thrusts. It was so easy to close his eyes and surrender himself to the pleasure, but he wanted to share in this. He forced his eyes open just enough to see that lean body above him, eyes closed, long hair draping to the mattress, as his body rocked into the bed.
"Oh Freed," Laxus moaned. His angel! His goddamned sexy as hell angel! He laughed to himself at the irony of being fucked by something so perfect and pure. Weakly, he groaned. "You're not bad."
That was the closest he would allow himself to telling Freed that this was everything he wanted, everything he dreamed. From the day he decided he would let Freed fuck him, he had fantasied about how it might be, and this … this went beyond those erotic dreams.
"Oh, fuck!" he moaned again.
However, something was wrong. It was way too quiet. He was used to Freed's straining whimpers, trying so hard not to embarrass himself with outright wanton cries of pleasure, only to succumb and scream out Laxus' name. Now, Freed's eyes were closed and his mouth held in a tight, grim line.
"Hey," he whispered, reaching out to rub his upper arm. "Hey!" he called louder. "You're not making any noise. Are you enjoy this?"
"Mmh-hm." He nodded, but his mouth still had a stiff grimace.
Laxus looked concerned. "You sure?"
Freed nodded frantically, but this time his reply came out shivering. "Mh-hmm-m-mh."
Laxus' face softened. He rubbed Freed's arm soothingly. "Are you trying not to come?"
"Mnh." It was just a grunt, but Laxus now saw the strain to remain in control without cock ring or anything to hold him back.
"You're doing good," Laxus praised, proud that this man who once had issues with premature ejaculation was now struggling so hard, putting all of his lessons to use, just so he could pleasure him. Freed's head dipped down lower, and Laxus reach up to pat his head. "You're doing real good."
"Nh!" He struggled to smile, happy to hear such praise from his master, but he constantly felt like he was about to lose the battle against his cock's desire to erupt.
Laxus saw how he strained. Seeing Freed above was weird. This whole thing was wonderful, but weird. "Hey, uh … I wanna try something."
Freed paused in his thrusts and opened his eyes. "What?" he asked, exhausted and airy.
Laxus' lip curled up seductively. "I wanna ride on top of you!"
Freed blinked in astonishment. "Y-you sure?"
"Yeah," he purred, then laughed as he realized, "I just really do like looking down on you."
Freed frowned and pulled slightly away. "You don't like this, do you?"
"Oh fuck yeah I do!" he exclaimed.
How dare he! How fuckin' dare he suggest that all this goddamn moaning like a bitch in heat was Laxus not liking it! He was ready to smack Freed's ass just for saying it.
But … not today. Today was not about stuff like that. No punishments and spankings today. This was Freed's day. So Laxus bottled down his annoyance that Freed would dare suggest such a thing, and he looked back up, wishing he could show in other ways just how wrong Freed was, how good he felt, how much he really did like being the one on the receiving end.
He spoke softer and caressed the thin, muscular arms. "I just wanna try it that way, too."
"O-okay," he said, a little stunned but not against it. Truth be told, he liked the idea. There was something sexy about being below, having his lover gaze down at him, something … right about the thunder god being above, no matter what actions were happening below. "Here, roll with me."
Laxus chuckled. He said that like it was so easy, like some porn movie where the couple could roll all over the bed and not slip out.
"Can you stay in?" he challenged. Laxus knew from experience, actually keeping their bodies connected through a roll was not simple.
Freed gave a shrug and smirked. "We'll see."
The strength with which he grabbed Laxus was surprising. He had felt the firmness of the swordsman's hands before, but that was a static hold, not the power of a move about to happen. Then Freed rolled them, and again Laxus was caught off guard. He realized it halfway through the roll and grabbed tightly, spreading his legs just in time to land upright.
Holy fuck, where did Freed even learn how to do that?
Luckily, the bed was wide enough to pull off the stunt. A roll like that on Freed's tiny dorm bed would have never been possible. Laxus looked around them and saw they were not even almost on the edge of the mattress. He laughed that it actually worked. Thank heaven for king-size beds!
"Well, good job. You managed to stay in."
Laxus looked down and saw the green hair slightly whipped to the side. He smoothed it down. Maybe long hair was a curse, at least when it came to acrobatic mid-sex rolls. His hands caressed the hair, and he gazed down.
Yes! This is what he liked. He loved seeing those eyes gazing up at him. He loved being the master, even as the receiver. Master could decide whatever position he wanted to take. Master did what Master wanted. Mostly, he just liked seeing his fallen angel with his green wings (hair) spread out for him. He leaned over and kissed Freed. Their lips lingered, then slowly pulled up. In both of their eyes, they saw the same thing.
Giver and receiver didn't matter. What was important was their bond as Master and Slave. That had always been their strength. Even without BDSM or expected roles, this was where they both felt most comfortable. Any occasions with Freed as the dominant master would always be just role-reversal, but this … this felt natural. Freed wanted to pleasure Laxus, to protect him, to follow him even into the depths of hell. That was where he preferred to be, beside him but never lording over him.
"All right," Laxus whispered. It was time to try this out. Freed had pulled out a little in the flip, so now Laxus lowered back down onto Freed's groin. He went down, lower, feeling that pressure deeper, even deeper inside. "Oh … fffffuck yeah!" he hissed. The position allowed such deeper penetration, and Laxus grabbed the headboard as he got used to it. He lifted his hips and slid back, feeling that pleasure far deeper. "No wonder you like riding on top. Shit!"
Freed watched him, and it was … it was … How could it be that he was a university graduate and he did not know the word? Glorious did not do justice. Heavenly fell short.
Divine … godly.
Yes, it was the sight of a god, some Nordic deity who could take pleasure in a mere mortal like him. He wanted more! To give more! To worship his thunder god! After all that Laxus had given to him—from that first encounter and training him not to come too soon, to months of pleasure, happiness, comfort, moral and emotional support, a purpose, a goal, a dream—in thanks for all of that, he wanted to give him more. He wanted to spend his life spoiling this man, this god … his lover!
"Laxus?"
He was almost lost in the ecstasy of taking pleasure but managed an airy, "Yeah?"
Thin fingers caressed the leather penis sheath, squeezing it since he figured Laxus could not feel much, then up to the head turning maroon with arousal and tension. "Is it okay if I touch?"
Laxus glanced down and saw the desire in his face. Fuck! He closed his eyes, knowing he was weak to that erotic expression. "Don't make me come yet."
"No. Just a little bit."
Freed did not remove the sheath. He had bought this online on a total whim, thinking it could help him hold back even longer, and truth be told, he had tested it out while Laxus was in Greece, alone and imagining his blond lover there instead of some random toy. He knew how wearing the sheath felt. He had thorough tested it out, and the experience was unique. It almost hurt, yet didn't. It almost choked the cock, yet if strapped in right, there was no pain, only tightness and a lack of friction. That friction would send him over the edge, but this lessened it. The choking sensation protracted the time before climaxing. The attached cock ring also prolonged pleasure.
But the head!
It was exposed. The blood built up there. Sensitivity was heightened. Touching there was akin to the best torture available to a man.
He hardly had to touch before Laxus almost crushed his headboard with the thrilling shock.
"Oh! Shit. Shit!"
Smirking, Freed fully grabbed the sheathed shaft, stroked up to the head of the cock, and caressed the entire thing. He thought he heard the headboard crack and felt glad he opted for cast iron and not wood.
"Shit!"
Freed smirked, enjoying the show above him. It was like conquering a god. Seeing Laxus' mouth fall open, seeing his face pinch up and his bulky muscles tremble, was pure joy.
He could do this! Only him!
But it still wasn't enough. Freed wanted to give him more.
"Hey, pull off for a minute."
Laxus stopped thrusting down onto him and looked concerned. "Why? Am I crushing you?"
"No." His eyes gleamed devilishly. "I wanna try something."
Laxus curiously pulled back. "Okay."
He was eager to know what Freed had planned. Whenever he wanted to try something on his own, Freed came up with something brilliant. Laxus liked those moments. He liked when Freed showed how much he wanted this, how much he craved him, him alone! He pulled up, sliding off the cock and immediately wanting it back inside him.
Instead, Freed got up onto his knees to be at equal height with Laxus. He took his chin and lifted it up, smirking as he gazed down on him, just enough to remind him that this was his day.
Deviously, he ordered, "Get on your hands and knees."
For what seemed like a long time, Laxus stared silently at him. Dog style? Not only that. Freed … sounded serious. He sounded controlling. He had that aristocratic air about him once again, a steady gaze that made someone instinctively know he was in charge.
And it was hot as hell!
"You little fucker," Laxus whispered in awe, and he began to laugh. To hell with role reversal. Sometimes Laxus wondered, if Freed had fallen for a different man—fuck that idea, but just for example—would he actually be a dominant? There were times when it seemed like this was his natural role.
Perhaps that was precisely why he liked to surrender control most of the time. Freed Justine naturally was a leader, bred and raised for that duty. Submission was his escape, his role play. In a way, having Freed order him around gave him a glance into his lover's real life, the life that existed outside of this condo.
He would have to get used to that duality: the Freed who worshiped him and the Freed whom others kowtowed to in respect.
"All right," Laxus conceded, and he shifted around to be on his hands and knees across the mattress. Haughtily, he glanced back at Freed over his shoulder and asked, "Want me call you master now?"
A light smile graced his thin lips. "Not this time."
Laxus chuckled and settled in, ready to take it this way. His face turned up, and he realized he was facing the mirrored closet. The reflection was of him, and he could see Freed crawling over the sheets to angle himself. Laxus' eyes widened. He saw the flush to his face, the glisten of sweat on his skin, and his cock bound in leather.
A trembling grunt, not quite a cry nor a moan, shook out, and he dropped his head to escape that reflection.
Freed heard the tense, almost fearful noise, and he quickly paused. "What? Is something wrong?"
"No!" He relaxed himself and kept his head down. "N-no."
Freed looked at him through the reflection. Was the pain from his erection hanging down while bound up in leather? He rubbed Laxus' lower back, quietly seeing if he was okay. Laxus gave a nod but did not lift his head. Freed nudged Laxus' thighs, and he spread them to make room. Watching out for his long hair, Freed settled behind him, lined himself up, and tapped Laxus' lower back. He gave another silent nod.
"Okay," Freed said softly, and he guided his cock back inside.
Laxus hissed as that fullness returned and his body got used to this new position. It felt so different inside. When Freed thrust in, the curve of his cock pressed in whole new areas. Laxus clenched at the sheets, and his head stayed down.
"Hey, look up at me," Freed requested, hoping that Laxus would watch through the mirrored closet doors.
Laxus kept his head down and shook it frantically. "I don't want to."
"Why not?" he asked, but Laxus did not answer. Freed leaned over his arched spine and took Laxus' head, tilting it. "Look up at me," he commanded.
Laxus had to force his eyes up. He stared straight into those turquoise eyes. In the reflection, he could see Freed on top, see their bodies now merged.
Freed caressed Laxus' back. "See what I'm doing to you."
He grabbed Laxus hips and thrust in. Laxus tried to watch. He tried not to react. It was too much, though. He let out a moan, saw it in the mirror, and trembled at the erotic sight.
"Oh shit!"
Freed chuckled. When he saw this condo came with mirrored closet doors, he had been eager to test them out, to make love and watch what the other was doing, to see each other fall apart in ecstasy. Sure enough, Laxus was going crazy from it.
Laxus could only watch for a short time. His body began to burn. This angle stroked him in an amazing way, and Freed's thrusts were perfectly aimed. Part of his brain thought 'I expect no less from my slave.' Another part of his brain wondered if he was the one enslaved.
"Freed!" he warned, panting quicker. "You better hurry."
Freed saw a near agonizing pain in Laxus face. He was truly at his limit. It was time to send him over the edge. Determined, he gave a nod. "All right."
His thrusts were suddenly faster, stronger, slamming in as hard as he could. Laxus' whole body tensed at the power in those hips.
"Fuck!" he seethed. So close! However, when he reached to his cock, knowing he needed only a few good strokes to send him soaring, he instead found the sheath preventing that last step.
"Here, I'll get that." Freed reached around, undid the straps holding the sheath in place, and slid it completely off.
The sudden rush of blood through his cock shocked Laxus so much, he could not even scream. Something like a grunt choked off in his throat, but that was all he managed. He was done for!
"Get up on your knees," Freed said, realizing he could not stroked Laxus good enough at this angle.
Laxus pulled his upper body until he was on just his legs. "Like this?"
"Yeah."
Freed timed thrusts and strokes. Laxus' cock dripped as it could now finally release all the built-up pressure.
Then Laxus opened his eyes again. He could not really see Freed behind him. He faced the mirror straight on, seeing mostly himself, upright on his knees, with Freed's arm snaked around him, stroking a cock ready to burst.
"No!"
Freed froze. "Is it bad?"
"N-no." That reflection! "Shit." That pleasure! "Freed, I'm not gonna…"
"It's all right."
Too much!
Too good!
"Shit!"
All he heard was the blood rushing through his ears, his heart pounding, echoing in his head, and moans, deep and roaring. Even as he tried to quiet himself, that cock in his ass thrust out the noisy pleasure.
"Ah! Shit! Sh-shit."
Freed's hand was drenched. So was part of the bed. Laxus looked down and saw the splattered cum. His lungs strained, his throat felt parched from shouts mixed with heavy panting, and … and it was incredible. Damn, so wonderful!
Then he heard a soft groan. Freed was holding still for his sake, but his body was coiled and trembling. "L-Laxus?"
No way could he stay up anymore. "Here. Down like this."
He shifted, and Freed maneuvered with him, away from the moist mess. Laxus collapsed onto his stomach in exhaustion and rested his cheek on the pillow, still breathing hard. When Freed stayed put, Laxus looked around behind his shoulder.
"Keep going until your done."
Freed crawled over and settled between his thighs. "Sorry…"
"No, I'm sorry. Came too soon." He grinned back lustfully. "Come on now. Fill me up."
Freed slammed in. Over and over. He had given Laxus all the pleasure he could handle. Now it was purely his turn. He found an angle he liked, a speed he preferred, and he focused on his own body. All that pleasure was zeroing in on a target, and he was about to blow.
Laxus had to admit, he was almost sore now. The hormones were waning, and the thrusting felt slightly less pleasurable. Still, how many times had he kept fucking Freed long after he finished? This was only fair, and feeling his urgency was also good. He really loved knowing Freed was enjoying himself. Even after all these months, he sometimes doubted that such a sophisticated man could love some uncouth oaf like him. He feared he was imprisoning Freed out of intimidation-turned-love much like his father had done in his childhood. To know Freed did this out of his own freewill … he always loved to confirm that.
"Gonna come," Freed groaned tensely.
"Yeah, do it! God, I wanna feel you. I wanna feel you … fill me up," he urged, really wanting that now, to feel what it was like, bareback like this, that cock bursting, Freed's cum inside him, filling him. "Come on," he ordered.
"Ahh!" He slammed in and shuddered, gushing, lost, soaring on the crest of a storm. His nails tensed and dug into Laxus' lower back, leaving behind crimson scratches.
Laxus gasped softly. "Oh fuck, I can feel that. Oh … fuck!"
It was … amazing. The feeling itself was minimal. It was the mental realization that Freed was filling him up. He had made Freed come so many times now, had licked it, swallowed it, wiped it up, made Freed lick his own. Now, it was inside him. His cum … and Laxus was at a loss for words.
He felt the shivering tension in the fingers clawing at him. Freed now made short, sporadic thrusts, milking himself, and the whimpers eased into sighs. Then fingers fell, leaving behind stinging furrows. He collapsed over Laxus' body, feeling the sweatiness and the warmth of his back. His lungs burned, his throat was parched, and his body buzzed on hormones.
Laxus looked back around at him. "You all right?"
"Yeah, are you?" he asked in exhaustion.
"Oh, fuck yes." His head fell back onto the pillow again, and he whispered in satisfaction, "Fuck yes."
Freed gulped hard to moisten his throat. His hands traced up the muscular arms to the large hands. Their fingers entwined, and Laxus gave his hands a squeeze. Freed smiled to himself as he rested on the firm back muscles.
"Laxus," he sighed into his sweat-reeking skin.
He wished he could stay just like this. This was their heaven. Different religions, different pasts, different social statuses, none of that mattered. This was their perfection. A tear slipped over Freed's closed eyes. He was so happy to have found something money couldn't buy, something so many people in his social circle went their whole lives lacking.
He leaned up and kissed the back of Laxus' head, right in his damp hair. He wanted to remain here, just like this, but slowly he pulled back. Laxus groaned as the pressure vanished, then his eyes opened wide as he felt the cum dripping back out. Okay … that was weird and a little disgusting.
Freed looked at him in concern. "You all right?"
"Yeah." He rolled around, and Freed curled up on his chest. Laxus grabbed him, amazed and so much in love with this man. "Hey, you aren't bad," he teased, bopping him on the nose, but his body knew the truth. The sword-wielding angel had defeated the arcane god of thunder. He laughed and hugged Freed even closer, admitting softly, "Pretty damn good."
"Yeah?" Freed asked, excited to hear he did well his first time.
"Yeah," he purred. Laxus kissed his forehead and smiled proudly.
They laid together in silence with only weary breaths and occasional moans as their bodies felt the fatigue of lovemaking. Then suddenly Freed lifting up onto an elbow and looked down at him. "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
Freed decided to take a chance and ask. "Why'd the mirror affect you so much?"
Laxus stared, and slowly his eyes narrowed. "Shut up."
"No, I'm just … I'm curious. Last time, too, I noticed that." During that night of never-ending pleasure, Freed had picked up on it. "When you looked in the mirror, you reacted a lot stronger."
Laxus frowned and turned his head aside stubbornly.
"Come on, why is it? I mean…" He laughed naughtily and stroked his finger down Laxus' chest, over some of the tattoos. "Is it some kink of yours?" he goaded.
"I don't know," he grumbled, fighting the blush rising to his face. Little fucker of course had to notice that much. "I never had closets with mirrors or mirrors on ceilings, or…" He broke off. Freed did not need to hear about how poor Laxus had been most of his life. He had seen the old tenement and its shoddy conditions. "The closest I ever came were … the rooms … in the club. And I never looked in the mirrors."
"Oh," he said softly. The South Pole Club! He remembered the day he took Laxus into a VIP room. He never wondered before just how often Laxus had danced and seduced men in those rooms. That was the past though, a past long gone. He moved onward without looking back. "So why does it affect you now?"
Laxus took a slow breath and let it stream out between his lips. How could he even explain what he hardly understood? Freed would laugh when he heard. He just knew it. "Because, when I look in a mirror…" Goddammit, he was going to laugh! "I look sexy."
Sure enough, Freed threw back his head and laughed. He rolled off and onto his back, holding his stomach as he cackled.
"Shut up!" Still, Freed laughed and his face turned red from giggling so hard. "Hey! Don't laugh!"
He slowly calmed down and rolled back over to him. "Well, you are sexy."
Laxus opened his mouth to protest, then shut it. How could he deny what was Freed's own opinion? "I nev- … I don't …" He closed his mouth again. Why did this have to be so awkward?
Freed looked supportive, at least. "What?"
In frustration, he blurted out, "I've never seen myself as being sexy."
Freed blinked. Really? Really? "Are you serious?" he cried out. "My God, Laxus, you're hot! How…?" How could he even think that way? Then again, Freed definitely did not see himself as being handsome, let alone sexy. He supposed many people had a hard time accepting something like that. "What do you think you look like?"
"Like a fucking freak, that's what!" he boomed out.
Freed felt pushed back by the shout. Loyally, he protested, "W-well, you're not."
"I've got this scar," he yelled, pointing to his face. That was the biggest problem. So many jobs would not hire a man with a scar like that, fearing he would scare away customers, even if the scar was not his choice, just an incident in his youth. "I've got these tattoos, scars all over me…"
Scars! Scars that were not his choice, not like the tattoos. At least the tattoos were easy to hide under a shirt. He purposely did not get any that showed normally. The scars, though! How could someone even cover a scar over his face? So he went with it. He accepted Jellal's damn nickname of Thor, embraced the whole thunder god idea, since it made what he had thought was a hideous scar into something exotic.
Rambling, he lamented what he had heard all his life. "Too tall, too big … I'm just a … massive freak. That's what I was always called, especially with my attitude. People were always scared of me. Just some … big … freakish … monster! People like me to act like one, like I'm just a beast: to be cold and cruel, a total sadist. I never took pleasure in people," he admitted, feeling awkward to admit that, but he turned his eyes up into Freed's face and saw quiet acceptance for all of this, all these complex sides of him that he tried to hide. "Not before you," he said softer, touching Freed's face and watching as he leaned into the hand. "So seeing myself like that, lost in pleasure, it's … it's weird! It's totally foreign." He scoffed. How did any of this make sense? Yet Freed kept listening. "I mean, I know how I look when I'm dominating over someone. Like I said, there were the mirrors in the rooms and … and some of the … never mind."
No, he wasn't going to bring up clients, not today. Some of them had mirrors, had kinks for using them, the voyeuristic pleasure of seeing themselves reduced to shit. Laxus knew what he looked like being that beast they wanted.
"But … I've never seen how I look … being on the receiving end, being the one taking pleasure."
Never had he taken pleasure in those clients. Not once. It had been a job, fulfilling to his need to be a sadist, but never sexually gratifying. He never got hard. He never felt the way he did with Freed, to the point where he began to wonder if he was asexual. Maybe he just did not have a typical sex drive.
Then this man came along, turquoise eyes in a dark club room, intriguing but that was all. Until he got to know him. Until he had a chance to fall for him. And he fell hard! Fast and hard and … love was right there, right on the other side, something new and scary to him. With love came actual pleasure, desire, everything he thought he lacked: maybe it had all been stolen from him along with his childhood and his innocence.
"Y'know, it's not even a matter of me being on the bottom or even being on top. Both times I saw you in the mirror—I saw us in the mirror—I saw how we look as a couple, and how I look … taking pleasure in you. Fuck," he sighed, gazing up, not even sure what happened in those moment, only knowing it had been intense. "I guess it just really affects me. Kinda reinforces the fact that … that I actually am … taking pleasure in this."
Freed smirked. "Maybe we should put mirrors on the ceiling."
A weary chuckle rumbled in his chest. "Screw you."
Freed giggled and drew lazy pictures over Laxus' chest, licking his lips with a mischievous smile. "I wonder how you would look—how you'd react—on your back, staring up at the mirror, with me on top." Freed pretended like he was about to crawl right back up on him. "And you'd have to watch how you look … as I slam you down into the mattress!"
Laxus laughed at his devilish angel. "Fuck you!"
He grabbed Freed and flipped him over, rolling on top, pinning his hands down, and then tickling him.
"Ah!" Freed shrieked. "Hey! Hey, no!"
Laxus laughed and tortured him just a little more, tickling his ribs, his arm pits, his belly, his inner thigh, getting out shrill screams of laughter. Freed squirmed, shielded himself, but there was no way he was stronger than Laxus. He gasped and screamed laughs, while Laxus had a sadistic grin as he kept tickling.
"Ahh! Okay, okay…" he cried out in surrender.
Laxus stopped and released him. Freed curled in, still laughing, his face flushed, all smiles, tears pouring down, his body twitching, lungs gasping.
'God, he's incredible!'
Freed calmed himself and looked up. He saw the depth of emotion in those eyes.
Some moments were too sacred for words.
Laxus grabbed both of Freed's cheeks and kissed him ravenously. Those lean arms instantly wrapped around him, and Freed yanked Laxus down to him, clawing his back possessively. They rolled again, wrapped in each others arms, until Freed landed on top. His hair curtained down, and Laxus ran his fingers through it. He clutched at Freed's waist, almost wanting him again, right now. His body said otherwise.
They pulled back, breaths hard, hearts pounding, and stared at each other in silence.
Laxus grabbed Freed's hand, wrapping it in both of his own. There were a million things he wanted to say in that moment, but only three words were truly needed.
With all the ardency in his heart, he declared, "I love you."
Freed's free hand wrapped over Laxus' thick fingers, tightening their bonding grip. "I love you, too."
Hearing those words, knowing Freed would never lie, knowing his heart belonged to him … "Damn!" he whispered in amazement. He laughed softly and shook his head.
"What?" Freed asked in confusion.
He kept on shaking his head. "Nothing. It's weird."
"Tell me," Freed urged, stroking over Laxus' hands. "What are you thinking right now?"
He looked up. He wanted to express just how serious—how goddamn fucking serious—he was. "I have never … been in love … with anyone…" Shit! Tears? Goddammit, he was crying now! He scoffed and looked away, but he could not stop saying the words. "…as much as I am with you right now, right at this moment." He sniffed, blinked his eyes, but they were still wet. He let go of Freed's hand and wiped them aside. "And that's terrifying," he confessed, shivering and hating that there were even more tears. "What if this is as good as it's gonna get?" he cried out. He wiped the tears some more and shook his head with a pathetic laugh. So stupid, he knew, but still… "What if it's never quite like this again?"
"Laxus!" Freed admonished.
There was annoyance in the blond's face as those tears he could no longer hide streamed down. Still, if Freed ever wondered about those emotions Laxus preferred to hide away, he saw them pouring out now. Hearing that declaration of love made him sigh in happiness.
Such an awkward man! Seriously, what would Laxus do without him?
He took the edge of a sheet, yanked it up, and dabbed Laxus' face dry. Then he leaned over and kissed the moist cheeks.
"This is just the beginning," he said, filled with optimism, "and every day, it's going to get better."
That sounded wonderful to Laxus, but still, "I don't see how I can love you any more."
Their noses rubbed together, and Freed gazed down loyally. "Back when we first started off, the first time you said you loved me, did you think you could love me more than in that moment?"
"No," he admitted.
"Same with right now."
He smiled and nodded. "I guess you're right. But I really can't imagine it." His hands strayed through the long hair. "It's like you keep making my heart get bigger and bigger, and every time I feel like it's going to explode, you just smile, and it gets even bigger."
Not exactly poetic, but that came damn close for someone like Laxus. "Well…" He leaned over and kissed the left side of his chest. "…I would want this heart…" He kissed again. "…to explode, or get broken, or hurt, or feel anything other than love."
Laxus gazed up at him. No wonder he preferred looking down on Freed. When he looked up at him, he really did feel like he was gazing at an angel, and damn him but it was intimidating.
"Why did it take us so long to find each other?" he whispered in awe.
Freed gave a light shrug. "Good things come to those who wait?"
That obvious answer made him smile. "Yeah, I guess so."
They kissed more, lost in this moment of love. Freed laid back down on top of him, and Laxus wrapped him up in his arms, cradling him. He stroked Freed's sweaty skin just to remind himself that this was real. He kept kissing Freed's hair, and the tickle on his lips made him smile like a fool.
Then he muttered sleepily, "That damn camera's recording all this bullshit I'm saying."
Freed smiled and let his fingers brush over Laxus' skin. "This bullshit is the part I want to keep."
Of course he would! "Fine, but I probably should turn it off before you fall asleep on top of me."
Freed groaned like a spoiled child and snuggled closer. "That means you have to get up, huh?"
"Yeah." Way too adorable!
Freed took his time rolling off with an unpleased, "All right."
Laxus shook his head, deciding he would tolerate such bratty behavior only because it was too damn cute. He began to sit up, but a sting shot over his asshole.
"Arrgh!"
Freed sat up instantly. "You all right?"
"Yeah," he groaned, about to reach back to rub it out, but realizing he probably still had cum on his ass. He shifted some more again, but it was the same sort of discomfort as if he just took the biggest dump of his life. "Damn, how do you put up with this?"
Freed knew the pain he was going through, and he stroked back the blond hair. "Because I love you."
That answer stunned him at first, but then Laxus patted his cheek in approval. "Yeah, I guess so. You've gotta really love a person to put up with this."
"Is it that painful?" he asked in worry.
"Nah. Actually, it's not. Just a little sore." When he shifted his body again, it was much less of a burn. He smiled over at Freed and said seductively, "You made it good."
His eyes sparkled. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," he chuckled, and gave Freed a kiss. "Really damn good." He gave another lingering kiss while caressing down his flowing hair. That was a good way to end their video. "All right, turn that off." He rose with a long, low groan, walked over to the camera, and sighed in relief to see it still running. He ended the recording and turned off the camera. "Are we doing anything else today?"
"No."
"Good." He collapsed back onto the springy mattress and sprawled out. "I'm staying in bed."
"Not all day," Freed scolded.
"Yep. The whole damn day. Gotta recover from you."
Freed laughed and mocked, "Come on, that was just once."
Just once? "You're right," he muttered to himself. "That was just once." He rolled over and stroked his hand over Freed's naked shoulders. "How'd you put up with it?"
"Huh?"
"That night when I took you over and over again, how the hell did you put up with it?"
His cheeks flushed at memories of their rather virile reunion. "Best night of my life."
He said that, but Laxus knew that if he felt this weak and battered after just once, Freed's stamina must be astronomical. "Huh," he said in amusement, respecting him in a whole new way. "You'll have to teach me."
Freed hummed and tapped a finger to his lip as if thinking about it. "Maybe I will," he said flippantly.
"Shut up!" he laughed, grabbing him and yanking him into his arms. He kissed Freed and stared straight at him. "Love ya."
Freed sighed and settled down. "Love you, too."
Laxus grinned with his eyes closed. He did not honestly think he would fall asleep.
Yet in seconds, he was out cold.
As Freed heard that barrel chest rumbling with snores, he smiled happily to himself. He had pleased his thunder god once again. Satisfied with his work, he closed his eyes, let out a sigh, and drifted off in weariness.
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