Catch the Thunder

Like an Emperor

Back at the hotel, Freed was soaking in the jacuzzi, steam glistening on his bare skin, jet bubbles popping around him, his head tipped back and his mouth hanging open as he moaned sensually.

"Soooo good," he said with a low, purring rumble.

Across the way, Laxus sat with Freed's foot on his lap, digging his thumbs in as he rubbed out the ache of a day of walking. Maybe Freed was acting like that on purpose, maybe he simply did not realize how sexy he was. Laxus often could not tell the difference. In any case, he wanted to pleasure Freed, to spoil him and treat him like royalty.

Like a Roman Emperor.

He had already massaged Freed's right foot, forced to sit there and listen to the sensual humming. Now Laxus was getting the left foot, really driving his thumbs into the arch, hoping to get more moans from him. He was just about at his limit of what he could handle without pouncing on Freed and taking him.

Freed's head lifted, his half-lidded eyes turned to Laxus, and now he had a smirk.

That goddamn sexy smirk that told Laxus that Freed the Dark and Devilish Incubus had been let out of his cage.

His foot shifted, and his toes stroked along Laxus' cock that was already half hard from watching him naked and moaning. Maybe the movement of his foot was a bit awkward, rubbing the cock from side to side mostly, but Freed liked to see how Laxus shuddered at the touch.

Freed pulled his foot back, shifted through the water, and straddled Laxus' lap. They kissed deeply as their bodies surged up against each other, frotting urgently as they both needed to feel one another. Laxus grabbed Freed's ass and pulled him in tighter. Freed dug his fingers into Laxus' broad shoulders and used them to anchor himself as he made needy thrusts up against him.

"Shit, Freed!"

He reached down, ready to stroke them both, but Freed snatched away his wrist. Not breaking the kiss, he pulled the hand up to his chest. Laxus understood, and he softly pinched Freed's nipples. With his tongue plunged into Laxus' mouth, he let out a loud moan, and his lungs convulsed.

Laxus warned, "Keep that up and I'm gonna blow."

Freed pulled back, and the flush on his cheeks only highlighted the devious glint in his eyes. "We wouldn't want to mess the jacuzzi. That's a pain to clean up."

He stood, and Laxus felt disappointed. He would not have minded making love in the water, although it required special lube that they had not brought with them. He watched as Freed rose, water dripping and slithering down pale, muscular limbs and dotting tiny pearls along his erection. Before he could lean in to lick the water off, Freed stepped out and wrapped himself up in a plush robe.

The tease!

Freed did not even wait. He walked out of the bathroom, so Laxus hurried up, set the jacuzzi to drain, grabbed his own robe, and hastily tied his belt on so he could follow Freed and see what he had in mind next.

Freed went into the main room of the hotel suite and poured himself a glass of wine. He then walked to the massive glass door leading out to the balcony. He smiled as he looked out over Rome. Lights twinkled and whole buildings were lit up. Rome was alive even late at night.

He saw in the glass reflection, Laxus was stalking up behind him. Freed took another sip of wine and set it aside. Just then, Laxus came right up to him and wrapped Freed up in his arms, like he had to hold onto his prey to keep him from escaping. He kissed the back of his head, down to his cloth-covered shoulders. Then Laxus released one arm, moved Freed's hair aside, and exposed the pale curve of his neck. He peppered kisses, and Freed hummed in pleasure at the heat nipping at his skin.