Catch the Thunder

Night's End

Thanks to Sass-Queen-Justine for a picture of Freed being my very own angel of music, playing a blue trombone (which is what I play) and giving my band a demonstration on how to be "sassy" while wearing his masked angel outfit. I cannot stop laughing at this!

http://sass-queen-justine.tumblr.com/post/132394961142/

Audio drama – http://chirb.it/Itva2s

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Freed blinked as he stepped back out into the club. The lights were focused on the stage, where someone was giving a presentation on how to prevent and deal with sub-drop. Lots of aftercare was key, and knowing what sort of aftercare a submissive needed was also important before play started.

Laxus paused and watched the person on stage. Aftercare! Before he met Freed, he never once dealt with aftercare besides throwing a blanket at someone or handing them some chocolate. The submissive had to prepare anything they needed on their own, and Laxus only handed it over. He never cuddled or followed up with them. He remembered how it had felt so strange, and yet so natural, after his first night with Freed, how they had cuddled together in bed and fallen asleep. Now, he was holding onto Freed, pampering him, he got him a blanket and water, talking him through it. He glanced down at his masked lover and smiled. Freed had changed him, and Laxus squeezed him a little tighter in happiness.

"Hey, I need to grab something real quick."

Freed looked up in confusion. "What? We have everything, right?" He glanced at the duffel bag filled with their supplies and now holding his club clothes and wings.

"Not quite. That impression paddle I used," he said, lightly caressing Freed's ass and getting a yelp out of him. "That's mine."

Freed's eyes widened. "Y-yours?"

"Did you like it?" he asked slyly.

Freed flinched just remembering the agonizingly hard hit. "I ... dunno. It hurt. Like, a lot." His butt was still painful, despite Laxus rubbing lotion on it and tending to him.

Laxus shrugged. "Well, it's ours. It was a secret, bought it earlier this week." His hand drifted down Freed's spine, but he came to a stop just above the belt. "I like reading that you're mine, right there on your ass."

Freed shivered, but he firmly demanded. "Well, if you ever use it again, don't do it after such a long paddling session, and that's the last thing that hits me."

Laxus laughed softly at how Freed could order him around like this. "Are those your conditions?"

"Yes," he said sternly. "I don't mind, but that really did hurt."

Laxus leaned over and nuzzled the side of Freed's neck, whispering, "My apologies." He kissed his lips. "I'll make it up to you."

Make it up? Freed melted a little at the ways Laxus could make it up. "Then ... then maybe I should use it on you," he said with arrogance.

Laxus laughed in amusement. "Have you ever swung a paddle?"

"Uh ... n-no," he confessed. He had not swung anything more than a golf club.

"Then I ain't letting you swing one at me. Did you listen to my presentation? You can seriously hurt someone if you do it wrong."

A devilish gleam entered Freed's eyes. "Then maybe you should train me."

Laxus felt a shiver at the way Freed looked at him. His angelic incubus! "Now you're just getting cocky."

Cocky, huh? "You freed it, you deal with it."