Catch the Thunder

Playroom

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Freed and Laxus left the study holding hands and smiling, yet right down the hall stood Llewellyn, still reading reports on his tablet. He looked up and instantly noted that the two were holding hands. Laxus began to pull away, unsure what the Justines might deem as inappropriate displays of affection, but Freed's hand tightened down on his, not allowing him to let go. He faced his father with a possessive hold on his lover, almost as if daring him to say anything against their love.

Llewellyn lowered the tablet. "Ah! So, you worked things out?"

"Almost." Freed glanced up at Laxus and squeezed his hand. "We need to discuss some details. We'll be back."

Llewellyn nodded with passive understanding. He knew precisely what that meant. "I have work to do anyway," he said to excuse himself. "Please, do stay for lunch."

Freed tipped his head in respect, and they left until they came to an elevator. Freed pulled out the special key that worked the hidden floors.

"Down to our little sex dungeon, you kinky bastard," Laxus goaded as they rode in the elevator.

Freed looked up at him in concern. "Is that room going to be okay for you?"

Suddenly, two arms caged him in, and the loud slam of the hands against the elevator wall made Freed yelp. Laxus leaned in close with a starving gleam in his eyes.

"Hell yeah."

Laxus kissed him hard and ground his hips against him. Freed's moan filled the elevator, and Laxus surged forward, pinning him tightly to the wall. Freed's fingers grasped as he frotted against Laxus, undulating on that thick cock that was trying to pierce him already.

Laxus growled in lust. He had missed the way Freed's body so easily reacted, how it tattled all the carnal desires that brewed in the heart of this elegant aristocrat. He missed the taste of his mouthwash as his tongue plunged in, and the strength of those hands that gripped him so hard, Laxus knew he would have small bruises.

He missed everything about Freed!

"Shit, can we skip the BDSM comeback and just have makeup sex?"

"Mm-hmm," Freed moaned.

Laxus frantically worked on the buttons of Freed's shirt, ready to just rip it off. He would have if they were alone and not in a house with Freed's father and sister upstairs.

"Gonna be hard, rough, and messy. No prep time," he warned.

Freed's nimble hands already had Laxus' belt unbuckled and pulled apart. "Don't care! Need it!"

The elevator dinged, the door slid open, but they did not hear it. Freed yanked Laxus' leather pants down to his ankles and groaned at seeing his erection spring forth. Laxus pulled his shirt over his head and threw it to the corner of the elevator. With their tongues still twisting together, Freed shuffled his pants down and stepped out of them.

Suddenly, Laxus grabbed Freed, lifting him effortlessly. With his back smashed against the elevator wall and his shirt still half on, Freed wrapped his legs around Laxus. That thick cock lodged behind, and Laxus thrust into the valley between Freed's butt cheeks.

"Fuck, don't you ever walk out the door on me like that again," Laxus snarled through savage kisses.

"Never," Freed swore, quivering as that cock rubbed against his asshole. "Don't push me away or shut down on me. Talk!"