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Day 14: Possessive Sex
Freed x Laxus
It didn't happen often, Laxus getting jealous. When they'd started the shift from dominant and submissive to master and slave – or when they'd started dating, as most would put it – Freed had been firm that he wouldn't stop seeing his other submissives and dominants. There would be no romance between any of them, but it was a part of his life that he would not end, and Laxus had been perfectly fine with it.
They'd come to an agreement with how that would work. Freed would be transparent, but not descriptive, and there was to be no secrets and no questions that couldn't be asked and wouldn't be answered. They also agreed that Freed would rid his scent of all other men after every session, and Freed almost always managed to do it.
Today was an exception.
A scene with a sub had gone slightly wrong. The sub had wanted to test his limits, and Freed had thought him ready. But at the apex of the scene, Freed noticed that his partner was showing signs of distress despite refusing to admit it. Freed asked and asked, and eventually had to use the safeword himself for fear of his subs wellbeing. That had opened the floodgates to his subs real emotions, and a lot of aftercare, and gentle support had been needed to get his partner back to himself. It had taken a long time, and Freed had barely returned from walking his partner home when Laxus returned. Freed hadn't been able to shower yet, and likely reeked of his partner's scent. He went to it almost immediately, but Freed knew Laxus wouldn't have been able to miss it.
"It's okay to be angry with me, you know," Freed said, looking down at Laxus. They were in the living room, sitting in front of a fire with Laxus kneeling at Freed's feet, Freed scratching his scalp and playing with his hair. "I broke our agreement."
"Not intentional. And it's not like you could've helped it. I would've been fucking pissed if you didn't look after him but, it's just…" Laxus groaned. "I completely understand it, and I completely support it, but it still pisses me off."
"And that's natural. As is your anger."
"No. It's not fair. It's not rational."
"Laxus, I have an immense amount of control over your body and behaviour, a control I doubt I would ever give to anyone. In a lot of ways, our relationship is neither fair nor rational, and that extends to your benefit as well as mine," Freed smiled down at him. "I would never want you to hide your feelings, especially if you're angry at me."
"I'm not angry at you. I'm angry at myself because this is gettin' to me. I know you fuck other guys, and that they fuck you, and that they hear the same orders you give me and that we use the same toys. I know that. I know I don't own you like you own me but…" Laxus sighed. "I just can't stop smelling him."
"Well, first off Laxus Dreyar, you own me just as much as I own you. I play with those men, but my devotion and love is only for you," Freed made Laxus look up at him, and cupped his cheek. "And secondly, perhaps it would settle you if I made it clear all the parts of me that you and you alone get to see."
Laxus didn't say anything, but he averted his gaze and shifted, and Freed knew his slave well enough to know that was agreement without being willing to say it.
"You see me at all times. Not just in play. You see me when I wake up. When I'm testy. When I'm sick. When I'm wine drunk and start playing the piano. When I'm cooking. When I'm yours," He stroked a thumb down Laxus' cheek. "You get me romantic, and tired, and sneaky, and bloodthirsty, and happy. You get this house, not just a room in it. You get the life that extends outside of kink. You get the man, not the fantasy."
Laxus blushed a little more. "Sweet talker."
"You also, if you're ready for it of course, get a chance to stake your claim on me," Freed said with a smile, and Laxus' eyes snapped to him. Laxus truly loved sex, and Freed loved how unashamed he was of it. "Fuck me, my dear, and I promise I won't shower until you're entirely satisfied your point, and indeed your claim, has been made clear."
With a bit of hesitation, and a deep swallow, laxus spoke. "The playroom cleaned up? Because, I don't wanna smell him-"
"The playroom is clean, but that's not where we're going."
Laxus looked at him with wide eyes. "You mean…"
"Fuck me in my own bed, Mister Dreyar."
Laxus was up on his feet within a moment, breaking an order but Freed didn't mind all that much. He was on Freed within an instant, kissing him deeply and hooking his hands under his thighs. Freed laughed as he was hauled up in Laxus' arms, and Laxus swallowed the laugh with a kiss.
Despite having advanced their relationship to dating two months prior, they'd never done anything other than sleep in either man's bed. Kink was a big part of their sex life, and they naturally defaulted to the playroom – or broom closets, alleyways, and on one occasion an unused horse stable – and the beds went unfucked. Silently, it had become something of a big moment that loomed over them, one that Freed wanted to get right.
Now was the perfect moment.
Laxus lowered Freed onto the mattress of his bed slowly, climbing on top of him and peppering kisses down Freed's jaw. His hands deftly unbuttoned Freed's shirt, and he roamed over the strong expanse of muscle he was presented with. Freed tangled a hand in Laxus' short hair, sighing in utter pleasure as Laxus kissed, stroked, and kneaded any part of him that he seemed worthy. Laxus was a soft, attentive, all-encompassing lover when kink wasn't involved and loved showing his partner the adoration he might struggle to verbalise, apparently. Freed relished it.
Freed shifted so that his shirt could be removed fully, and took the opportunity to slide Laxus' tee over his head. He indulged in the sight of Laxus half stripped. His body was a wonder. Broad shoulders, his chest with that beautiful tattoo, abs that flexed with each and every breath, a tight little waist that culminated in a firm V shape, and the most handsome face.
Freed reached up and ran his hands, firm and strong, over Laxus' torso. Laxus had a lovely blissed out expression, and his eyes fluttered as Freed teased his nipples before leaning back, hand wrapped around the back of Laxus' neck, taking him with him.
The kissed again, hot skin against hot skin as Laxus slid his hands up and down Freed's sides. Freed raised his waist up a little, and Laxus must have known because he unbuttoned Freed's pants and slid them down. They soon reached the floor, and Laxus spread Freed's legs wide enough to line kisses up the left. He placed a soft kiss to Freed's sac, nose resting against his cock, and took a long inhalation. He looked drunk of the scent of Freed's soaps and cologne.
"Better," He purred, before taking a long lick of Freed's cock, slow and teasing.
Freed let his head fall back, eyes closed as he praised in a whisper, "Gods, your tongue."
"Like it?" Laxus asked, and Freed made a vaguely agreeing noise as Laxus licked him again. "That's awful flattering, but I don't wanna suck you tonight. I wanna fuck you while I kiss you."
Something about it drove Freed wild. Something about how certain Laxus sounded, or that he had dropped their master/slave dynamic completely, or just the hungry lilt in his voice. But Freed raised his hips, spread his legs wider, and gave Laxus silent permission to do whatever the hell he wanted.
Soon enough, Laxus had the heating-enchanted lube slicking his fingers. He moved Freed so his feet were flat on the bed, legs raised in a harsh angle that had his ass raised and exposed. Laxus pressed little kisses, and the occasional bite, into Freed's thighs as he slowly began to stretch him out. The warm lube and Laxus' thick, probing, stretching fingers were magnificent.
"That enough, Darlin'?" Laxus asked, and Freed felt his balls contracting at the nickname alone.
"Yes," Freed panted, pushing down when Laxus curled his finger and stroked the side of Freed's flesh. "Fuck."
"You're mine, aren't you?"
"Yes. Only yours," Freed panted. "So, completely, utterly yours."
"You're gonna reek of me," Laxus said, licking a long stripe up Freed's stomach, fingers still stretching him. "Your bed. Your body. All gonna be me."
"Fuck," Freed panted, cock twitching and leaking at the idea of it. "Yes. Please."
"God, you get real needy when you're in your own bed, huh?" Laxus teased, pressing the lightest of kisses onto Freed's lips. "You want me to fuck you, Master?"
"Yes!"
Laxus laughed, then hooked Freed's legs over his shoulders. Freed looked up at the Adonis who belonged to him – him and nobody else – with wide eyes as hard muscles flexed and Laxus grinned down at him.
He wondered what Laxus saw. He would see Freed with his hair spread out across the sheets. He would see Freed's naked body, cock needy and hard for him and ass ready for whatever Laxus wanted. He would see flushed cheeks, parted lips, and eyes so heavy with lust that they must have shone with it. He would see the man who loved him, and adored him, and cherished him above all else, ready to be fucked.
The press of a thick cock head against his ass had Freed snapping out of his slightly dazed moment, and Laxus laughed a little. He pushed Freed's legs further into his torso, knowing he was flexible enough to take it.
"Fast or slow?" Laxus asked.
"However you want me."
Laxus grinned, and slowly pushed his dick into Freed. The thick girth of him was agonisingly addictive. It hurt, and Laxus knew it, and kept going. Freed loved it, and did all he could to push himself further down to fully split himself open. Laxus kept pushing, and kept moving Freed until he could lean down and press a kiss on his lips. When Freed was entirely folded, and entirely filled with Laxus' thick cock, Laxus froze and grinned.
"Tell me I belong to you."
"You belong to me, Laxus," Freed said, voice a sudden possessive snarl. "You are mine."
"Tell me you own me."
"I own you. Ever damn inch of you. Every thought and fantasy. Every bit of you is for me."
"Tell me you're gonna reek of me."
"Everyone will know. Everyone will smell it. You. For as long as you want."
"Tell me you're my master."
"Of course I am," Freed panted. "You've belonged to me from the moment you first saw me."
"Tell me I'm your slave."
"You're mine!"
Laxus suddenly moved. He took Freed into a wonderfully messy, passionate, deep kiss. He jackhammered his cock in and out of Freed's ass, again and again. Hard and fast and entirely like Laxus. Laxus fucked him like he fought. Like he lived. Like his passions had him on edge and he was ready to explode in every moment. And Freed was the one to see it, to feel the reverberations and to be taken out by the aftershocks. Laxus was his personal, one-man supernova, and he fucked like a damn machine.
Moaning and slurring and panting, Freed lost himself. He only existed to feel the kiss of his man, the rub of their hot bodies together, the burn of muscle from his awkward position, the split of his ass, and the scent of his slave.
He came, drunkenly rutting into Laxus' pounding cock. His cock exploded over them both, and the slick sliding of their hard stomachs felt magical. Laxus slammed into him again and again, relishing the tightness of Freed's orgasm-clenched ass before filling his hole with his own seed. He pulled out fast enough for Freed to moan out in agonised delight, and shot three fat spurts of cum all over Freed. He then ran his hands all over Freed, rubbing their shared cum into his skin. He went so far as to stroke his face and hair.
"You're gonna smell so fucking good," Laxus purred, sliding onto Freed and kissing him again. "Nobody's gonna be able to look you in the eye."
"Not even you?"
"You kidding me. I'm not letting my master out of my goddamn sight."
With that, Laxus pulled Freed into a kiss, and Freed knew that, for as long as he felt this bliss that only Laxus could give him, his were the only eyes he'd ever need on him again. His Dragon. His slave. His Boy. And, Freed was quite certain of this, the man who he would one day both collar, and marry.