@notmalevolent

     “Tell your ‘friend’ to stop asking such stupid questions and that yes, stupid questions do exist and that ‘friend’ asks a lot of them.”

@acciaionero

     “It doesn’t.”

                    “All of us are homo sapiens after all.”

@ironfanged

     “So tell me.” Gajeel’s had that air of insecurity around him before and now it was hesitation that got thrown into the pool of exposed emotions. Freed wasn’t going to permit it to expand, to give it a chance to linger - thus the abrupt and firm demand easily spilling from his lips. Facial expression would adapt itself to the tone of voice, insistent as a single brow arched up.

      His friend had his utter attention; it might seem silly or pathetic to the iron dragon slayer himself but the captain didn’t wish for him to even think of the idea that his feelings deserved to get treated as though they didn’t bear any validity. They absolutely did. And he would have been lying if he claimed that the way Gajeel acted didn’t remind him of the one or other situation they’d gone through together in the past. He didn’t blame him. No, he understood, and in moments like these Freed felt as though it was important to emphasize this again. “You know that I will listen, no matter what it is.”

meme // not accepting // @laxusthelightning

• 👐 - …massage my muse’s back, sliding their hands under the shirt
  
• 💏 - …kiss my muse’s neck, slowly and passionately

      This was a piece of heaven, a bit of heaven on earth - or perhaps he’d just settle for heavenly. Simple, yet so intense. He decided that the word described the attention he was getting fairly well.

      The day had clearly drained him of energy and his husband had taken note of it despite his attempts to conceal it. Of course Laxus would look right through him, what else had he expected? Familiar stubbornness on either side had elongated the process of getting where they were now and he could feel his muscles relax with every well-made movement of Laxus’ hands against his back.

      A silent smile had long formed on Freed’s lips as he was positioned on their large bed, lying on his stomach with the lightning dragon slayer straddling him in a comfortable posture. It wasn’t exactly concealed from his husband’s view but his head had cozily sunk into his pillow, mixed with stray strands of his bangs covering parts of his face. The comforting feeling of calloused, strong hands he knew so well lulled him into a state of utter relaxation and he couldn’t help the prolonged exhale that escaped through his nose after Laxus had slipped his palms beneath the fabric of his shirt, continuing to knead away any possible knots in his back muscles.

      Gods, he could possibly fall asleep right then and there but then he’d miss the rest of this wonderful sensation and the conclusion to a relaxing evening with his love. They had conversed briefly, exchanging bits and details of their day, chuckling and grumbling at the pieces they had to tell each other. Now it had been quiet since a couple of minutes, apart from the occasional, small sounds of appreciation he willingly gave. This was too good.

     “Hmm… To think that I almost denied myself this wonderful treatment by being obstinate…,” he muttered, tad bit of amusement swinging in his calm voice, smile still perfectly in place and eyes closed. When there wasn’t a single response from Laxus he almost felt tempted to open his eyes and turn his head to throw his man a glance - but that consideration flew right back out of the window the moment he felt Laxus shift above him, and the next heartbeat he found himself tensing before a pleasant, tingling sensation claimed him.

      It remained silent, Laxus still didn’t say a word; he was too occupied planting slow and sensual kisses all over his neck. Freed felt strands of long hair being moved out of the way and the one or other slow breath became heavier with the sudden stimulation. His neck was sensitive and his husband had started to take a liking to taking advantage of it very soon in the course of their relationship. He knew what this could do to him, especially when being attacked with such sneaky, lingering, passionate kisses. Open-mouthed and tickling every single nerve.

      One of his breaths came out a little more audible than he’d like for it to, almost sounding like a strangled moan, but Laxus continued his journey, apparently making it his task to cover every single spot of skin he could find there. Freed’s heart had begun to bump even harder in his chest at the sensuous affection though that wasn’t a fact he found himself able to pay attention to right then. How could he anyway, with Laxus doing what he was doing? “Baby…-” God.

meme // not accepting // @laxusthelightning

• 💦 - …slide their tongue in my muse’s mouth
  

      All the fiery sensation sparking through his entire body robbed the Raijinshuu’s captain of all common sense, and no less a person than Fairy Tail’s powerful lightning dragon slayer was to blame for the condition he had slipped into.

      Somewhere between seeking the stock room in order to fetch more beverages for the upcoming party and Laxus joining him things had begun to escalate just slightly. With his husband’s hands entangled in his long hair (he’d have to adjust it a bit afterwards since it was probably gonna be left noticably messier than before with Laxus’ fingers brushing through it), absolutely indulging in the sensation, Freed found himself moaning softly as the kiss that had them absolutely occupied became more heated.

      He had given the invitation as well as offered the option when parting his lips in a tempting manner, and Laxus had taken the opportunity without hesitation, sliding his tongue past Freed’s lips in a forceful but oh so erotic manner. He tasted the beer on his lips and now his tongue as it slid along his own in a promising way, perhaps a little too hasty.

      With the next little moan coming from him he pushed his body up against his man’s in demand, intoxicated by everything Laxus embodied. His scent, his taste, his broader body pushing against his own. He was lost in the moment and he didn’t want to be anywhere else, not for as long as this kiss would keep his mind dizzy.

       A pleasant shiver rolled down along his spine, the open-mouthed kiss very well about to steal all air from his lungs in the most pleasant way to exist. Laxus’ tongue kept brushing along his own as they found a rhythm that worked out better, dancing along and tasting each other. It was a considerably difficult task to manage as the grasp on control was wearing thin, and in a moment of split-second interruption he exhaled through his nose, blissful.

      It would be hard to pull away, to grab the beverages they came here for in the first place but they’d manage before somebody started to miss them. Just… not yet. Just a moment longer.

      The continuation that got initiated was slower in its beginning, the sensuality of it serving just as well to set his body on fire with a craving. Open mouths met again, tips of tongues touching and he took the opportunity to gently suck on Laxus’ tongue as the kiss closed, hands unconsciously roaming and grasping on the taller man’s shirt.

                                 God, what a kiss. What a man.

@ironfanged

      Ah, an emotional low. Freed let the words sink in; he knew they were spoken under the circumstances of trust and sincerity. Gajeel wouldn’t just expose a vulnerable side of him towards just anyone and at any time. It was something they had in common; perhaps different in the nature but both of the men preferred to guard most of their emotions carefully more often than not. At least the ones they deemed of negative influence.

     “Don’t we all experience this feeling?” At times it was something that existed for only a short amount of time, and at other times this feeling was persistent and refused to vanish. It was urging and forcing itself into focus.

      The captain had to be even more cautious with the words he chose now, for the last thing that he wished for was to push any doubts Gajeel may have or make him feel as though this feeling wasn’t valid. Because it absolutely was. “What do you think is missing? Can you take a guess?” { Do you have any inclination, any idea? } Most people had but unconsciously kept it buried and didn’t permit it to emerge due the fear of exposure.

      Eyebrows curled, turquoise gaze cast down at the dragon slayer that was resting his head on his legs as he had allowed both of them to shift into a position that was more comfortable than the previous one. Freed sensed it; something unspoken lingered in the air between them and he wasn’t certain whether it was only wafting from his own being or Gajeel’s just as much. For there was something he thought of immediately, something they had broached before in the one or other conversation.

      Perhaps it was a person his friend was missing, and a specific feeling deeply connected to them. The craving to feel a certain intimacy on more than one level. It was a cliché assumption, Freed would confess, but one that proved itself to be true in many many cases just as much. He was half-tempted to give Gajeel a reassuring pat to his shoulder, though decided against it for now, hoping that his genuine interest and will to listen would be reassuring in its own sense.

@ironfanged

      Honestly, that wasn’t even an unusual occurrence anymore - Gajeel just flopping down on him. Actually, he could think of at least three people who liked to lay on him every now and then (one of them more than the others, but for a definite different reason); Gajeel, Bixlow and Laxus.

      And Gajeel wouldn’t receive the gesture that his other best friend would’ve drawn from him in all probability (the chance that he would’ve rolled his eyes at Bixlow heavily was high. honestly that seith mage liked to sprawl across his lap sometimes going full on diva, to annoy him and to get his attention).

     So after letting a moment of silence pass between them, he asked. “What’s the matter?”

meme // accepting // @lumendraco

     “Would you kindly quit that?” How dare! It had been exasperating enough to hear that, apparently, word had spread - the multiple times he had attempted to turn winged fish into an edible meal.

                                   Each and every of those attempts had been in vain.

      But he wasn’t going to lose! He could very well be victorious in this battle!

      Facial features that had distorted previously were now softening again, calmness seeping back into his expression along with a quiet but fiery determination in his uncovered eye. Deep voice adapted a similar nature, reassured of himself and a profound composure.

     “It’s all about the right ingredient, the perfect seasoning, the proper cooking time and the combination of these aspects. And I will find it. My career is far from over.”

meme // accepting

      Again with that thing - he wasn’t going to eat anybody, neither in human shape nor in demonic one. It seemed as though people had witnessed a battle they hadn’t been supposed to witness in the first place - not even each of his own guild mates had ever gotten to see his truly demonic appearance - and now assumed that he was the bad guy in the entire story.

      Had this been the case?

                No.

      And there was no reason to run from him…

                                                                       … unless they gave him a reason to hunt them down.

meme // accepting // @ironfanged

     “Huh.” Short and snappy. Visible brow arched up expressively, he’d verbally as well as non-verbally challenge his friend to elaborate. All in majorly playful nature, of course. “I can explain the lightning, but will you explain the bad decisions?”