Regrets in the Crying Sky

Hesitancy

It was bliss to speak the words freely, a soothing balm to the acid that had been eating away at Gray's heart for far too long. Whatever sin they were about to commit, they were ready to embrace it together, all for this fleeting chance at true happiness. Although outside, the lightning flashed like warning signs and the rainstorm beat harder, in that room all sounds and smells faded. Only their breathing and the heady musk of their skin permeated the bedroom.

Their lips united again, softly at first. Then Gray grabbed a handful of Natsu's hair and yanked him in closer. The Dragon Slayer grunted at such roughness, and he pressed Gray tighter against the wall, pinning him there with his hips. Gray groaned at the hard bulge that rubbed against him, feeling how aroused Natsu was at just kissing. He reached around, grabbed Natsu's hips, and yanked him in even closer, rotating his groin a little to rub that erection.

"Ahhh," Natsu cried out as he shuddered.

He yanked off Gray's white coat and unbuttoned the black shirt. His fingers glided over the cold skin and pushed the fabric away, letting it drop to the floor. Gray tried to remove the shirt that clung tightly to Natsu's strong abs, but he got stuck pushing it up. Natsu momentarily broke off the kiss, yanked the teeshirt over his head, and threw it to the side, knocking a lampshade askew. Then he dived again to kiss Gray passionately. Their bare chests crushed into each other, cold against hot flesh, as they devoured each other's moans.

Natsu shifted his lips to hungrily kiss Gray's neck. Gray hissed as those chapped lips left a trail of searing wet kisses, like lava dripping down a volcano. Each burning touch sizzled his skin and made his heart pound faster.

"Gray," Natsu whispered, licking the rim of his ear. "Undress me."

Gray shuddered at the order. He had removed his own clothes—mostly without thinking—for many years, yet it had been a secret fantasy of his to undress Natsu. He knew he could have done it in a flash, but he wanted to savor this moment. He grabbed Natsu's belt and slowly threaded it out of the buckle. The metal rattled as the leather slid through, and Gray let the belt hang loosely to the side. His palm rubbed up the zipper, groping slightly, as he blindly felt his way up to the top button.

Natsu hissed as those fingers touched him so gently. He had asked Gray to do this because he wanted to hurry and get naked. Who better for a quick removal of clothes than Fairy Tail's very own stripper?

Damn him for being such a tease!

Still, this slow pace dragged out the pleasure, so Natsu said nothing. As Gray's long fingers slid over him, he felt himself rising, getting bigger and harder, as his groin yearned to be freed from its cotton confines.

At last, with an easy flick, Gray undid the button. Then just as slowly, while thrusting his tongue into Natsu's mouth, he languidly undid the zipper, moving centimeter by centimeter, his thumb and forefinger grasping the zipper clasp, but the other fingers stroking the bulge that had grown considerably in the past minute.

Gray reached his hand inside the opened fly and rubbed against the boxers, caressing between the layers of fabric, feeling out the girth hidden within. Natsu tensed with a choking noise, then shuddered out a low, throaty moan as the chill of those sculpting fingers permeated his boxers and tingled his burning arousal.

Wordlessly, Gray retracted his hand and grabbed the hem of the boxers along with the belt loops of Natsu's pants. He pulled back, gazing heatedly into those lowered, squinty eyes. Then slowly, savoring the journey, he pushed the clothes down Natsu's hips and over his thighs. His whole body dropped with them.

Gray's knees bent more, taking him lower and lower. He kissed Natsu's neck, right over the scar. As he guessed, that was immensely sensitive and left the Dragon Slayer shivering. He nipped Natsu's collarbone, then his lips trailed kisses down the firm chest, laying a chaste yet teasing kiss to each nipple, before dropping further, down the valley that formed between the hills and vales of his abdomen, licking into his belly button, before reaching the trail of pink, wiry hair. The pants were already to Natsu's knees, his arousal freed. Gray paused to look at that mast of manhood, admiring the curved shape, the flushed color, the thick veins, and the wrinkles around his sack.