Bickslow would quite happily spend hours every day worshipping Freed’s face if the younger man would allow him, and he always took advantages of the rare occasions when the Rune mage would surrender to his attentions. He would start at the bottom, pressing teasing kisses along the line of Freed’s jaw and feeling his partner trying not to giggle, and he would defeat him with a light nip at the end of his nose. He would then swallow Freed’s giggles by kissing him fiercely, before moving up and tracing the lines of the Rune mage’s cheeks with more kisses, nudging their noses together playfully before moving up to press a kiss to Freed’s forehead. Finally, he would pull back for a moment to admire the man beneath him, the endearing blush dusting his cheeks and the spark in the turquoise eyes, before leaning in and pressing a light kiss to the beauty mark beneath Freed’s eye.
“I love you.”
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Fairytail Drabbles
RandomA collection of 5 Sentence Drabbles - a mix of fluff, angst, romance and everything in-between. The Ships/characters involved are written in the chapter titles.
