Chapter Text
Runic Services
Day 1: Masturbation & Orgasm Control
Freed x Laxus
Freed leant back on his leather armchair, slowly stroking his dick in the low light of his playroom. His lubed hand ran up and down his length, slow and taunting as he watched the man kneeling before him with the grin of a sadist, and of a debauched prince.
Laxus pumped his own cock manically, as fast a movement as he could. His eyes were clenched shut, his bare muscles shining from his sweat, and his fist moved so fast that it blurred as he fucked it. His face was clenched tight with denied and sought after pleasure, breaths coming fast and panting with each sharp exhalation.
"That can hardly feel good," Freed mused as he toyed with his own slit, and he got a nasty glare in response. "Anything to say?"
"No sir," Laxus grunted, shifting his kneeling position slightly.
"Are you sure?" Freed asked, sliding his hand down his cock, watching as Laxus tracked the movement.
"Yes sir."
"Good," Freed smiled nastily, and glanced to the clock. He didn't need to, but the performance was part of the fun. Making Laxus feel hope, or perhaps hopeless, truly set Freed's blood on fire. "Times up for now. Hands behind your head."
Laxus groaned a pitiful groan, but dropped his dick like it burned him. He shifted, took a slow breath, and laced his hands behind his head. He looked up at Freed, annoyance and anger covering his flushed features. Freed didn't believe the expression for a second; his dragon was a needy, submissive beast at his core, and loved having his pleasure denied. Edging, denial, chastity… Laxus craved nothing more.
"Some would say you're doing this on purpose," Freed mused, slowly raising to stand, stroking himself still. "Thirty seconds should be more than long enough to cum, don't you think?"
"You're fucking edging me and you know it," Laxus growled.
"No," Freed stepped closer. He took a drop of his own precum, spread it over his thumb and finger, and used them to take Laxus by the chin. "Edging would be me stopping you the moment I see you approaching the end. All I'm doing today is giving you the opportunity to cum however you please."
"In thirty second bursts every five minutes."
"Given you're a man who hasn't cum in three weeks, I would think that's enough."
"Fuck you."
"Not today," Freed grinned, and crouched down. Laxus' gaze flicked down to follow the movement of Freed's dick, before looking back to his face. "You could just admit you love to be denied, you know? It might be easier. Because I've fucked, sucked and played with you enough times to know you like things slow, gentle, and teasing. And if you really were trying to make yourself cum, you wouldn't be fucking your fist."
"You don't-"
Freed cut him off by gripping him tight and leaning in. "I know how you take your pleasure, Dragon. I am the authority on the matter, so I know for a fact you love it slow…"
He let his hand slide down Laxus' heaving, sweat slicked chest in a needlessly slow motion. He teased Laxus' nipple as he passed, and let his nails graze against the rigid definition of his muscles.
"Gentle…"
He let his hand roam lower, taking Laxus' twitching and pulsing dick in hand for just a moment, before cupping the heavy, pulled up balls. He gave the lightest of squeezes, and relished the look of ecstasy that Laxus tried to fight.
"And teasing."
He ran a sharp nailed finger down the vein of Laxus' cock, just light enough for Laxus to buck up into, but not enough for him to really feel anything. He pushed just a little firmer on Laxus' cock head, drawing out a weeping drop of precum and a delicious groan from his submissive, as well as an aborted little thrust that had Freed smirking. He raised his cum slicked finger to his lips and licked it dry, relishing the heated look Laxus gave him.
Taking a step back, Freed began to stroke his cock again, making sure it was right at Laxus' eye level. He knew what Laxus wanted to do. To lurch forward and suck him. To jerk himself off at the slow, lethargic place that would have him spilling over the floor. To let his dignity go fully and become a slut for his need.
But he wouldn't do any of that, because Freed was master, and Laxus was his to order.
And certainly not when they were in play.
"I think it's time for you to make a decision, don't you?" Freed taunted. "Shall we keep going with your thirty seconds, or shall we extend our wager?" Freed knew what the answer would be, but Laxus put on a show of thought anyway. Freed played his part dutifully. "I won't make you beg this time."
Laxus shifted where he knelt again, before grunting out. "I accept the bet."
"And the bet is?"
Laxus growled, and it was true annoyance this time. They both knew, but it was fun to drive the knife in. "We both jerk off until one of us cums. If you cum first, I have to stop and can't cum for the next week."
"And if you cum first?"
"Then I thank you for it."
"And why?"
"Because you're in charge, you're my dom, and dom's don't get punishments."
"Correct," Freed praised, and leant down to plant a slow, sultry kiss on his dragon. "You're ever so good for me, aren't you?"
"Go fuck yourself," Laxus grunted.
"Perhaps I will," Freed laughed and took a seat on his leather armchair again. He leant back, legs spread wide and posture relaxed. "To the winner goes the spill."
Maybe Laxus would have something to say about the wordplay, but Freed started to stroke his seven thick inches with a slow, amused, almost mocking pace. The glide of his lubed hand over his length had Laxus taking in a juddering breath, and he shifted again to widen the gap between his knees. His right hand took his cock – with a looser grasp this time – while his left roamed over his chest.
Freed watched his sub as he truly found his pleasure for the first time that night. Laxus was slow, grazing and light on himself. Even when he was in control, Laxus needed the dominance of a light touch.
He was resplendent like this. Hard muscle shifting and moving like a dance, self-appreciating and adoring all at once. Laxus was a god among men, he always had been, and shone with the rippling of his abs, the flexing of his chest, the quivering of his thighs, and the wonderful leaking of his dick.
Damn, Freed loved wrecking him.
He loved the flushed, needy, desperate expression he could bring out in Laxus. He loved Laxus with his hair matted to his head, damp from sweat. He loved the groans and grunts of restrained neediness that Laxus would never usually let loose.
His thunder god belonged on his knees, a perfect picture of pathetic masculinity. Strong and powerful and cowed entirely to Freed's whims.
But Freed wanted more.
More nights of Laxus being tormented by hot, steamy, perverse dreams. More glances of desperation and fury from across the guildhall when nobody else was looking. More begging to be released from their deal so he could finally empty his balls and feel the pleasure Freed had been denying him.
Freed wanted to own Laxus. To push him to his limits, and obliterate them fully. To have Laxus as his own, dick, heart and soul.
Spurred on by the idea and how close he was to getting it, Freed stroked himself faster and faster. He felt the furious sensation of an orgasm rising like a fast tide, overwhelming and dominating and all encompassing. He was close. He was going to cum. He was going to consign Laxus to another unfulfilled week of desire.
"At my feet," Freed growled out the order. "Now!"
Following the order would be the death knell of Laxus' orgasm, but Laxus did as he was told and crawled to Freed's feet. He opened his mouth without needing to be told, with his hands behind his head again and eyes on his dominant's cock.
Perfect. Needy, desperate, but entirely where he needed to be.
With a moan that ripped through his throat, Freed let his orgasm fly. He shot spurt after spurt of hot cum over Laxus' red, exhausted face. It splattered over his cheeks, his closed eyes, and onto his tongue. The look of hate filled satisfaction drove Freed wild, and he stood to better aim his final cum shot right onto Laxus' tongue.
Thighs shaking from the intensity, Freed took a slow breath, his own firm body writhing with wavering muscles. He cupped Laxus' cheeks gently. Only when Laxus had his eyes open, his cum covered face looking right at him did Freed speak again.
"Swallow."
Laxus did as he was told, and Freed patted his cheek gently as a reward. "Thank you, sir."
"You're very welcome. Now, I assume you can make it to the shower on your own," Freed smiled a slightly nasty smile. "And I hope you know how to make it cold, yes?"
"Yes," Laxus said resignedly.
"Then get to it," Freed ordered, stepping back into his armchair. He reached for a glass of wine that had, as yet, been untouched. He raised it in toast. "Here's to another week of your celibacy."
Laxus stomped off. Freed grinned.