Catch the Thunder

Make My Angel Fly

"You are the one, I should've know
That our love only could've grown...
I really want to, I've got to try,
And tonight I want to make my angel fly."
— Allan Hurd

Freed stayed on his knees, his eyes to the ground in submission, as Laxus slowly circled him. That large, rough hand constantly touched him, trailing around his body, over his shoulders, along his neck, swishing through his long hair, and then around front to his chest, brushing down and scratching over his nipples.

"Now, what do I do with you?" Laxus wondered, making his slow rounds. "Y'know, this room has a lot of things in it, things we don't have at home, things we can do here that we just can't do in an apartment. Doing the same thing we always do, well, that's no fun," he said dismissively, then smirked. "How about we try something new?"

"Like what?" Freed asked, curious but also apprehensive. He was always up to new avenues of pleasure. It was thrilling to try fresh ideas.

"Dunno yet," Laxus muttered, continuing to circle him and stroking his hand along Freed's body. "You gave me some restrictions. I have to work within those guidelines."

Freed flinched in shame for putting that sort of burden on his master.

"Hey." He knelt in front of Freed and tipped his chin back up. "It's fine. Gives me a good challenge. How do I pleasure you—" His fingers scratched down Freed's chest, earning an erotic grunt. "—but not do certain things?" He looked down at Freed's body reacting to his gentle touches while promising pain to come. He chuckled sadistically as he circled a finger around an erect pink dot. "Your nipples are getting hard just from me rubbing you."

Freed's face went bright, but as he looked down at his chest, he saw Laxus was right to point it out. His nipples had wrinkled up into stiff points, and every faint touch sent jolts through him. "You haven't touched me all week. I'm a little sensitive," he said in accusation.

Sensitive, huh? He thought about how sensitive Freed used to be, coming in his pants and struggling to last even ten minutes. So untrained and naïve! Now, although he came in the elevator just minutes ago, his cock was long, although it had not raised up again. His nipples showed that his body was a powder keg of lust, and Laxus wanted to watch him explode again and again.

"Well, this is giving me some ideas," he admitted, plotting the things he could do. Oh so many things! However, he had to work his ideas into Freed's needs. "Hey, timeout real quick."

Freed yanked himself out of the role of slave and looked up in confusion. Rarely did Laxus call for a timeout.

"That meeting you've got on Monday, can you wear long sleeves?"

It took a moment for Freed to switch back into the businessman, at least long enough to think about corporate meetings. "Y-yeah, I'll be wearing a business suit."

"Okay. So just not on the wrists?"

Freed still looked only half-aware of what he was asking.

"If I give you a mark on the mid-arm, would that be okay?"

"Um ... y-yeah," he muttered, slowly returning to real life. "I'll just have to not roll up my sleeves, but yeah, at least for the meeting it should be okay."

"Good. The marks should be gone by then, but just in case."

Marks? On his mid-arm? "Wh-what are you planning to do?"

"Something I think you'll like." Laxus ran his hands along Freed's arms, as if judging the right location. "Something we've never done."

"What is it?" he asked, eager to explore new pleasures.