Take-Out
Disclaimer – I do not own Fairy Tail
Summary: Gray occasionally has weird kinks.
Take-Out (Rated M for sexual kinks)
"Gray, you perverted stripper! This is not what I meant when I said I wanted take-out!" Natsu screeched as he tugged mercilessly on the magical restraints that bound his wrists to the headboard. He was currently splayed out on their bed, his hands pulled away from his body in a taut manner, and his legs spread and tied, each with its very own bedpost.
And he was completely naked. Well, almost. Gray had taken the liberty of covering him in something…quite scrumptious.
"But you said you wanted take-out," Gray chuckled as he nibbled on a Chow Mein noodle that resided near the dragon slayer's nipple. This elicited a pleasant moan from Natsu.
"Gray! Untie me! Please?" Natsu whined, trying to move away from Gray's soft nips and nibbles.
"We haven't finished our take-out yet," argued Gray teasingly. He just loved getting Natsu all flustered. This was fun.
"You call stripping me naked, binding me to the bed, and dumping our dinner all over me take-out?!"
Gray leaned back and stared at the fire blazing in Natsu's eyes. "Yes."
Natsu let out a frustrated sigh as he fought his bindings once more. "You're impossible! You know that?!"
"Be still, Natsu. I'm not through eating yet," replied Gray huskily as he continued lapping up the Chow Mein strewn across Natsu's wriggling form.
"You?! I haven't even eaten anything yet! I'm hungry too, ya know!" Natsu protested, hoping that this would benefit him in some way.
"Well, when I'm finished, you can eat me up," Gray stated with a wink.
Natsu blushed furiously at what his lover implied, earning him another chuckle.
Gray went back to devouring every inch of his lover. He was thoroughly enjoying himself. Causing all those moans and whimpers just by eating food off Natsu was really turning him on. Maybe they should have take-out more often.
Then again, maybe not. When a bitter taste filled his mouth, he immediately spit the object out of his mouth.
"Even your heavenly taste can't mask the unpleasantness of bok choy," Gray half mumbled.
But Natsu heard anyway, and the blush that came onto his face was even stronger than before. "Come on, Gray. Let me go," he pleaded.
The ice mage looked back up at him, a sly look on his face. "Natsu, have I ever told you how much I like soy sauce?"
"Oh, no you don't!" Natsu squirmed. "Don't you dare put that on me down there! No! Gray! Gaah! Gray!"
End