Okay, so this is something different, just a silly little drabble that decided to crawl out of my brain. Total PWP.
I regret nothing...mostly because if I did, I'd be apologizing all the time. lol
Hiro Mashima owns Fairy Tail.
LAXUS LIKES IT ALONE
Laxus stood there in just a pair of low-slung shorts, the top button undone and his hand resting dangerously close to the zipper. Sweat beaded all across his body, giving his skin the most enticing sheen, and then his hand was moving, reaching for the zipper and dragging it slowly down.
His face was a mask of desire, his eyes shining with hunger as the shorts slipped from his body and pooled at his feet. His hand closed around his shaft, and he hummed, his eyes drifting shut and his lips parting. He was a tempting sight, his fist wrapped so snugly around his hardened length and gliding up and down in a teasing rhythm.
He moved slowly, dragging out the pleasure with every lingering stroke along his velvet length. It was mesmerizing, watching the sensations flicker across his face, each stroke causing his breath to come a bit more rapidly.
A hiss shot from his mouth as his hand made another pass, his thumb making a quick swipe across the flared head then smoothing down once more. Over and over, he continued, pushing his limits until he was all but panting with exertion. The stamina he showed was nothing short of incredible. Would he last just as long with a partner?
Taking a step behind him, Laxus let his body fall back, using the wall to support his weight as he entered his final moments of pleasure. Somehow, even with the change in position, his hand never left off. It continued its path along his turgid length, giving everything it had to stroke him into oblivion.
Moments later, it all became too much. A low rumble began in his chest, and Laxus grit his teeth as the sound escaped. Abruptly, his pace changed, his hand going faster, his fist gripping tighter. It wouldn't be long before he would lose himself, the sensations taking over and sending him over the edge.
He pumped furiously, his hips thrusting wildly against his hand, but still, it wasn't quite enough.
"Fuck!"
The curse flew from his lips in a groan of frustration, and then he was working harder, his tightly closed fingers flying over his cock until a sharp cry erupted from deep inside of him. He thrust once, twice, and a third time before his face contorted and his release splashed its way over the top of his fist and spilled onto the floor.
He slumped against the wall, his legs sagging in the wake of such a powerful end. Heaving a sigh, he found his feet and straightened just in time to see movement across the room. His eyes narrowed before that sexy smirk made its way onto his face.
"Enjoy the show, Mira?"