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Borrowed Time	By : Desert_Mango Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 2344 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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- 1-Borrowed Time
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Borrowed Time:
A sharp gasp fell from Gray’s kiss-swollen lips as he slammed against the barely-closed door; the impact forcing his eyes open to the reality around him. There was no apology in those pools of hunter green that looked back at him, and Gray was about to comment as such when another bruising kiss stole his words.
There was nothing soft or sweet about the way the celestial being plowed through that hot mouth, eagerly seeking that tongue to draw out and suck on. Shamelessly Gray moaned, helpless against such an assault; and his tormentor growled demandingly in response. Needing more Gray reached out, tangling all ten fingers through those fire orange locks of silk and tugging firmly. The action broke their passionate kiss instantly, but the look in those burning eyes made it all worth it.
It had been three months since their first time together. Three months of stealing someone else’s time to find their release together. Three months of Gray slowly realizing that no matter how many times they did this he was still only touching the tip of the zodiac lion’s sexual abilities.
Loki froze, the lingering sting of Gray’s tug still sending jolts of fire to his hardened, strained length. That was both a bold and a foolish move on the ice mage’s part; the dark desire flashing through those usually-warm green eyes proof enough. If the raven-haired man noticed this, he gave no indication.
“Is there something you want, Gray?” Loki questioned voice deeper and huskier than it usually was. It sent shivers down the other’s back; and Loki let his lips curl into an almost cruel smirk at the reaction.
“You.” The ice mage responded confidently; his voice thick with arousal and passion. “We don’t have much time.”
The lion did not disagree to those words before claiming Gray’s mouth again, fingers working rapidly through the buttons on the other’s shirt. Gray was right; once again they were racing against the clock. Briefly he thought about ripping the garment from his lover’s shoulders; however the realization that he would have to deal with Gray’s wrath in the aftermath was enough to keep Loki from doing so. The ice mage’s anger was not worth the few seconds they would be saving.
As the rooms cool air met with his now-exposed chest, Gray shivered. Against his heated flesh the chill was welcomed. He was an ice wizard, after all. Even in the heat of passion, he craved the cold. Uncurling his fingers from Loki’s locks he began to return the favour; feeling those powerful shoulders shrug off the black suit jacket. It dropped carelessly to the floor and neither man noticed. Impatient fingers tugged at that silky red tie; and Gray broke their heated kiss with a low growl. “Every time, you’re always overdressed.”
Loki chuckled, the sound more of a low rumble than an actual laugh. “And every time we do this, you like to point that out.”
Gray growled again and opened his mouth to say something else, but the spirit was quick to silence him. Dipping his head down, Loki pressed his lips to the center of Gray’s guild mark, then bit rather forcefully at the same mark. Gray’s reaction was instant.
Fingers stilled against the knot of Loki’s offending tie as Gray slammed his head back against the door; a primal hiss of pain leaving his lips, turning sharply into a shameless moan of pleasure. He felt Loki’s tongue soothe at the bite mark, and heat surged through his body to pool in his groin. The want for his lover grew into an almost-frenzy and Gray tugged fiercely on the knot around Loki’s neck.
“Patience. We do still have some time.” Loki purred raising a hand to rest over Gray’s, stilling his actions. “Let me take care of this. You can work on getting these off.” Loki trailed a free hand up Gray’s thigh, purposely avoiding his aching length before coming to rest on Gray’s belt buckle.
Licking the lingering taste of Loki from his lips Gray nodded, withdrawing his hands to focus on his given task. Being the master stripper that he was, it did not take him long to remove his pants, tossing them to the side. With an untamed desire burning through his dark eyes he watched as the lion worked the last few buttons on his snowy shirt. His red tie lay undone against the two cotton halves, and Gray had to swallow quickly to keep the saliva from filling his mouth.
“Should I just fuck you like this?” Questioned Loki; a wolfish grin parting his lips. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you drool before.”
Raising his hand to Gray’s mouth, he gently pushed two fingers past those already parting lips. His groan was instant as he felt the ice mage start to suck, tongue swirling sinfully around each digit. It damn-near broke the spirit’s self-control, and he could not stop the heavy pants that filled his lungs.
Abruptly he removed his fingers, ignoring Gray’s protesting groan and began hastily working his belt and pant fastenings. Knowing how much further he’d just aroused the lion, and wanting more of that untamed lust Gray dropped to his knees before the king of the zodiac.
He wrapped a full hand around Loki’s now-freed shaft, pumping it with short but fluid motions. Catching a pearl of pre-cum with his thumb Gray smeared it back against Loki’s length, slickening that hardened flesh.
“Gray…” Loki moaned between pants and small gasps. “Please… Don’t tease…”
Taking pity on his lover Gray obliged the other’s pleas. With ease he took Loki into his mouth, burying that length until he felt the tip brush the back of his throat. Loki’s choked sob was a satisfying reaction; and he held his lover that deep for a moment longer before backing off to suck and play and tease.
Never before had Loki experienced a mouth and tongue as talented as that of his icy lover’s. Where such a talent had come from, Loki did not know. Quite frankly that was something about Gray he did not want to know. Even though the two were in an exclusive relationship; the details of previous lovers were never discussed. Gray’s talented mouth was Loki’s, and Loki’s only. As far as the lion was concerned, that was all that mattered.
It was a tested fact that Gray could get him off in less than two minutes with his mouth; just as Loki could stroke Gray into orgasmic bliss in the same time frame. As the wizard’s tongue swirled teasingly around his tip, Loki doubted he was even going to make a full minute this time. As though seeking a way to ground himself Loki grasped at Gray’s shoulder, nails digging warningly into bare flesh.
Gray backed off, moaning shamelessly around Loki’s throbbing length. Those nails against his skin sent jolts of pleasure straight to his groin. Though he knew what they meant, he could not stop himself from taking delight in their pain. Slipping Loki completely from his mouth, he instead flattened his tongue and licked the underside from base to head, as if he were enjoying a cool ice cream treat. The effect was instant as Loki gasped sharply into the room around them. Again the wizard repeated the action, and again Loki reacted. Now grinning like the cat that got the cream, Gray decided to try something new.
Wrapping his fingers snugly around the base he carefully drew one of those tender sacs into his mouth, sucking lightly on the soft globe. Looking up, he watched from the ends of his eyelashes as Loki’s mouth fell open, a needy moan rumbling up from his chest. It was quite possibly the hottest, most amazing sight Gray had ever seen. He could not stop himself from pressing the heel of his palm firmly against the ache in his boxers; hips gyrating in an attempt to create some much needed friction.
Loki felt he were going to explode as Gray switched to suckle the other sac; and the lion knew the only thing keeping him from doing so were Gray’s fingers wrapped around him. It was a conflicting situation to be in; caught between wanting to savour that denied release and not wanting Gray to stop this sinful torture. Another deep shudder crashed into him, tearing a choked moan from Loki’s throat as he felt Gray’s tongue lap happily at the pre-cum that leaked from him freely. With that as his breaking point Loki grabbed a fist-full of Gray’s raven hair and forced the wizard’s head back; earning himself a primal, needy groan.
“No more.” Loki panted, tugging the kneeling man to his feet. “Please.” His mouth claimed Gray’s; tasting his own bitter and slightly salty essence on his lover’s tongue. “I want you.”
The pride at reducing the spirit to begging was overlooked by those three little words. They sent a burning fire through Gray’s usually cool body; and earned Loki a strained hiss. “Well fuck.” Gray’s voice was hoarse, throat raw from having Loki rubbing against it. “Have me, then.”
Fusing their lips together in a bruising unison, Gray grabbed at Loki’s open shirt and began pushing the spirit back towards the unoccupied and waiting bed. In a clash of teeth and tongue they fell against the soft bed covers; Gray straddling Loki’s lean hips. He ground himself against the half-naked man beneath him and both men groaned at the friction. They both knew it would not take them long, but neither cared. They were still on borrowed time, after all.
Reaching out Loki pulled at the waistband of Gray’s remaining clothing, freeing that aching length at long last. Long, skilled fingers wrapped around that hot flesh and Loki began to stroke. With a harsh cry Gray broke their kiss, head thrown back and mouth falling open as he panted and moaned hotly. His hips moved in time with Loki’s strokes, and it did not take long before the wizard was writhing and moaning his lover’s name. Knowing Gray was on the edge Loki backed off, slowing his strokes.
“Lube.” The lion growled, watching Gray nod in agreement. Moving into a standing position the ice mage shed the last of his clothing completely, than reached into the nightstand drawer. Quickly he checked the label on the bottle to verify the contents before returning to his waiting lover. Popping open the bottle Gray squirted a generous amount onto his fingers then passed the bottle to Loki. They had learned, over the last three months that their preparation was better done separately.
Satisfied that his fingers were completely coated, Gray adjusted his angle to allow for better access; and began rimming his entrance with a light touch. A deep tremble shook him as he watched Loki stroke himself with slickened fingers, spreading the lube evenly around his pulsing organ. At such a tempting sight Gray drew his bottom lip between his teeth, and slowly pushed the first finger in.
“Fuck that’s hot.” Stated Loki; his voice low and barely above a whisper. In response Gray grinned, sinking that second finger into himself. “I could watch you all day.”
Gray barely caught his own choked cry as he began to move those fingers, preparing himself for what was to come. Unable to hold that unwavering green gaze he let his eyes drop closed, focusing instead on stretching himself out. As always the minor pain and discomfort was there. As usual, it did not take much to get past it. When he was ready he carefully withdrew his fingers, wiping them carelessly on the blanket beside him. Opening his eyes he returned Loki’s single nod and positioned himself over his lover. Taking a deep breath, Gray began to lower himself over Loki.
The lion’s moan was unbound as he felt himself bury slowly into that hot, tight passage. It did not seem to matter how many times they did this, Gray always felt the same. Resting his hands against the other’s hips, Loki guided Gray further down, until he was completely sheathed in that incredible heat.
They both remained still a moment, Loki’s hands firm against Gray’s hips with Gray’s hands fisted around either end of Loki’s tie. Only the sound of their shallow pants filled the room. It was, perhaps, the most surreal moment they shared, as their bodies adjusted to one another’s.
“Loki.” Gray’s soft voice broke the near-silence, as each once again opened their eyes. “Move.”
That single word was all the spirit needed, leveraging his hands against Gray to control his thrusts. Their pace was almost frantic with voices loud as their bodies moved as one. There were never words of love or dedication verbally spoken between the two. There never needed to be. All they had to say about their feelings, they expressed physically in these exact moments. When they both were vulnerable and open to each other. When they trusted each other absolutely.
Leaning forward, Gray sealed his mouth against Loki’s in a feeble attempt to control their volume. Tongues dueled almost viciously to match the pace of their bodies; groans, moans and growls filling the caverns of their mouths. Now that Gray was matching the rhythm, Loki moved to wrap a hand around Gray’s length; quickly coaxing it back to its hardened state. Gray’s body was starting to tighten around him and the lion did not know how much longer he was going to last.
Feeling the muscles in Loki’s thighs quiver against his, Gray parted their mouths forcefully. He knew how close his lover was to that much-needed release, as he was not far off himself. Seeking the soft flesh where neck met collar bone, Gray nipped firmly, soothing the bite with small licks before repeating the action. He felt their pace rise and purred dirty encouragements into the spirit’s ear between pants and lustful moans.
Giving one more hard, unforgiving thrust into the ice mage Loki threw his head back and let his climax crash upon him like the waves of a raging sea. His cry was almost a sob as he drained himself into Gray, feeling the other tighten even more around him. Wrapped in this state he did not hear his lover sharply cry out his name; nor did he feel the hot cream that splattered over his stomach. Nothing else mattered but the euphoric bliss that consumed Loki, lifting him to paradise.
As the high of his orgasm wore off, Loki became more aware of his surroundings once again. Gray was still on top of him, though their bodies were no longer connected. The other’s palms were flat against the bed, on either side of the lion’s shoulders. He found it odd that Gray was supporting his own weight, until Loki shifted and felt a small trace of that sticky residue drip down his side. In immediate reaction he wrinkled his nose and pulled a face.
“Sorry.” Gray chuckled, his voice hoarse. “Couldn’t help it.”
Loki let out a sigh and reached for a corner of the blanket. “We’re going to have to change the bed anyway.”
“Hmm.” Agreed Gray. Rolling over, he gave Loki the room to wipe his stomach “Do you think she knows?”
“Lucy?” Loki questioned, pausing to watch the ice mage nod. “Sure she knows. Why else do you think we always use her place?”
Gray fell silent, seeming to ponder over this information. Frowning, he rolled onto his side to face Loki, propped up on his elbow. “If she knows, then why are we always on borrowed time?”
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A/N: These two kept dancing thier sexy dance around the edges of my brain as I was working on another project, so I had to get them out on paper. I don't normally write oneshots, so I apologize if this is lacking in any way. A huge thank you to my Beta for the wonderful corrective powers of her red pen!
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