Catch the Thunder

Say My Name

DISCLAIMER: I do not own nor profit from "Take You to Heaven" by Nina Nesbitt. It is a beautiful song for our Green Angel.

AUDIO DRAMA: https://chirb.it/qNG37B

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"Can you stand?"

Freed, who had been shocked out of subspace at Rufus' attempt at rimming, wanted to feel that high again. The unwanted licks had tainted him, despite Laxus wiping him dry. He needed to feel pure again.

"Yes, master," he answered, hoping to go back to the good place.

Laxus leaned into his ear. "I'll send you back up there, don't worry. You're gonna fly."

Fly? Freed's eyes widened. "You mean..."

"Is that okay?"

"How?" he cried out.

Laxus smirked. "Magic."

Freed rolled his eyes. "Seriously. How?"

"Another anniversary present. Look up, just past the couch."

Freed looked to the ceiling, and his mouth dropped. "When..."

"Surprise," Laxus purred smugly. He leaned into Freed's ear and whispered, "Do you wanna fly?"

"Yes, please!" He shivered as he realized what Laxus wanted, and God did he want it too!

Laxus got up and guided Freed over to another area of the living room. "Stay." He walked into the bedroom and returned with coils of rope.

"Oh, hell yes!" Gray shouted, rushing over to watch.

Bob squealed and clapped his hands. "Oh, my favorite!"

The others came over slower. Natsu carefully held his scarf in place around his waist as he came and looked on curiously as Laxus took the first coil.

"Is he ... gonna..."

Sting's eyes lit up. "Shibari!"

Laxus saw that they were gathering. "Back up a bit. I need room."

Everyone politely took a few steps back, knowing that a Dom needed space to work.

Orga stood up. "Follow," he told Rufus, who crawled backwards in order to keep Orga's cock in his mouth as they approached the scene.

Laxus stood in front of Freed and locked eyes with him. He felt deep pride, and Freed gazed at him with complete trust. A shared smile was all they needed to begin. Freed put his wrists together, and Laxus coiled the rope around. Freed's eyes fluttered closed as the rope felt like a firm grip. Then more rope crossed his body, around his chest, and it was like a hug, a sharp and secure embrace that made him sigh in pleasure. More coils bit into his legs, and he gulped as the tension felt so wonderfully secure.

Then there was a slight pinch. "Thigh. Looser."

"Thanks," Laxus said, checking the rope again and making adjustments.

Orga tilted his head as he watched the work keenly. "Locking the knots?" Then he looked up and saw a massive hook in the ceiling. "No fuckin' way!"

"What?" asked Sting. "What do you mean, locking knots?"

Laxus finished the last of the coils. Then he brought forward a large steel ring and attached it to the hook in the ceiling. He had needed permission from the building's manager to do this, being careful to avoid saying why he wanted to install a weigh-bearing hook in the ceiling. Maybe he wasn't the first to ask this, because permission was granted, so long as it was installed professionally. He did all that while Freed was at work, and luckily Freed had never noticed the hook in his ceiling until now.