Two Types Of Lovers

=Bickslow & Natsu=

Natsu clicked open the can of Red Bull, downed the drink without stopping for breath, and tossed it into the trash. Bickslow simply sat back with his hands behind his bed, leaning against the headboard of his bed. His dick was hard, creating an obvious tent. He didn't care, too interested in the show of his boyfriend's bobbing throat and slightly parted lips as he finished the energy drink.

The fact Natsu was naked, sweat-slicked, and had Bickslow's cum dripping down his stomach made the sight particularly more enticing.

They'd been in bed for hours, fucking and kissing and making out like animals. Being in a long distance relationship was hard - pun intended - and so their sex life had taken a hit. Their phone and video-call sex life had skyrocketed, but man on man time was basically non-existent. So, when Natsu had taken the train up to meet Bickslow for the weekend, both men had decided that they were going to make up for lost time and screw one another like their life depended on it. That had started nearly five hours ago, and neither man was ready to stop.

"There ain't no shame if you can't keep up," Bickslow said from the bed, grinning as he climbed out of the bed. "Got some Viagra if you can't get it up for a while."

"Young guys don't need Viagra," Natsu scoffed. "Guess that's why you've got some, huh?"

"You little bitch," Bickslow laughed. "I'll get you back for that."

"If your old man joints can catch up with me running away from ya, then go ahead," Natsu turned and smirked, his cock just as hard as Bickslow's. Hm, the firecracker was hung like hell and unashamed to show it. "You wanna get back into bed or what?"

"Nah," Bickslow smirked.

"Nah?" Natsu parroted.

"Yeah, you pissed me off," Bickslow shrugged, taking a step forward. His broad, heaving chest was almost touching Natsu's, and the firecracker looked up at him with a cocky attitude. Natsu had risen to the challenge. "Make it up to me."

Natsu, not needing to be told twice, smirked. He took a small step forward, pressed their naked, sweaty bodies together, and wrapped his arms around Bickslow's waist. With a horny grin, he leant up and kissed Bickslow with ferocious passion, grinding his hard dick into Bickslow's in a sexy gyration. He heard Bickslow moan into the kiss, which only spurred Natsu to grind in a more teasing, slutty way. Bickslow had practically moaned when Natsu told him he used to dance, and Natsu was happy to show off to him.

Removing one hand from Bickslow's waist, Natsu began to roam his hand over the other man's chest and abs. They were wet from the activity, a mingling of sweat and cum, and Natsu pulled away from the kiss to lick his fingers of the sweet, horny cocktail. Bickslow watched him with wide eyes, and Natsu relished in the attention.

"Holy crap Firecracker," Bickslow moaned. "You know how hot you are, right?"

"Hot enough to get you back in the bed?"

"Better," Bickslow grinned. "Much better."

With firm hands and powerful strength, Bickslow suddenly turned Natsu around so that the twink had his back to Bickslow. He knew Natsu loved to be manhandled, so he roughly shoved the man forward, pushing his waist against his desk. Natsu seemed to lean over on instinct, his plump, muscular ass on show. Both men were switched, but Bickslow loved how quick to play the horny sub Natsu could be.

Bickslow ran his hand down Natsu's spine, stroking him firm and hard. Natsu groaned - he loved any touch, it seemed - before playfully running a finger down the tempting crease of his ass. Natsu shivered and pushed back into it, and Bickslow grinned.

"Come on," Natsu whined. "Fuck me old man."

"Old man?" Bickslow asked, immediately removing his hand and grinning when Natsu pushed back. "You really wanna have me tease ya, don't you Firecracker?"

"No, didn't mean it," Natsu argued, voice begging. God, he sounded hot like that. "Sorry."

"You will be," Bickslow chuckled.

He leant down and gave Natsu's ass a firm, hard smack. He waited for a moment to watch Natsu's reaction - thinking that maybe he shouldn't have done it - but when Natsu bucked so hard into the desk that an ornament fell over and he moaned like a damn pornstar, Bickslow knew he'd stumbled upon a darling little masochist. Better yet, Natsu was a masochist who had just earned himself a spanking.

With a featherlight touch he knew would drive Natsu wild, he ran his hand over Natsu's reddened ass cheek. Natsu groaned and tried rutting his ass against Bickslow's hand, but Bickslow simply placed a firm hand on his lower back to keep him still. When Natsu stopped moving, Bickslow spoke.

"You called me old. I'm two years older than you, not twenty," Bickslow said, voice firm and sharp. "So, yer getting twenty spanks. How many have you already had?"

"One," Natsu grunted, voice low now.

"Yeah, that's right," Bickslow praised. "Now, count out the rest of them for me."

SLAP

"Two."

SLAP

"Three."

SLAP SLAP SLAP.

"Four. Five. Si-ahh-six."

Bickslow was relentless with his spanking, knowing that his boyfriend could both take the pain and would want more. Natsu was a man who thrived on intensity and would much prefer a fully painful whack than a wimpy slap, and Bickslow was happy to oblige. Natsu's voice was getting more and more shaky after each hit, and his ass was getting redder and redder. Bickslow loved the sight of it.

Once all twenty spanks had been delivered, Bickslow ran a cold hand over the man's bruised ass to calm him. Natsu raised his ass up to meet Bickslow's palm, and the larger man grinned. He quickly ducked down and pressed his lips into the middle of the red mark, kissing his work.

"You really feel sorry, Firecracker?" Bickslow asked.

"Yes," Natsu whined.

"You ever gonna call me old again?"

"Fuck yeah, if you're gonna do that again," Natsu snarked, looking over his shoulder with a flushed face and a smirk. Bickslow grinned back, but pinched Natsu's ass and twisted, making him moan.

"You're lucky you're so cute, boy," Bickslow told him. "Grab the edge of the desk and don't let go."

"Yes sir," Natsu teased, but Bickslow decided he would have Natsu call him that again.

Natsu did as he was told, reaching over and grasping the far edge of the desk with both hands. Bickslow took a moment to appreciate the sight. Natsu was fucking delectable at all times, but bent over Bickslow's work desk, with a spanked ass and a straining cock, his muscles tense and his strong back flexing, Bickslow could cum just watching him. But, well, fucking the man to oblivion was much more fun.

With his hands on Natsu's waist, he leant down so his body was pushed over Natsu's. The man moaned at the feeling and Bickslow had to hold back a groan himself. Feeling Natsu against him set his body on fire.

"You ready baby?" He whispered.

"Fuck me," Natsu demanded. "Hard."

"Whatever you want," Bickslow grinned.

He was standing upright a moment later, one hand at the base of his cock. He had foregone a condom as they both were tested and squirted only a small amount of lube on his dick. Natsu had said he loved the burn of being fucked, and Bickslow aimed to please.

Without mercy, he thrust forward, plowing into Natsu's waiting hole. The man groaned loudly, his back arching as he was filled by Bickslow's tormenting dick. Bickslow showed no restraint nor patience as he thrust in and out of the man's tight hole, hands tight and digging into Natsu's waist. His entire body ached from the past few hours, but that spurred him on. He had always wanted to feel his body close to explosion as he fucked his man, and he'd never been as close to this as he was in that moment.

God, everything about this was incredible. The feeling of Natsu fully taking him, rucked up against the desk where Bickslow worked every day, was euphoric. It was dirty, forbidden, and animalistic. Bickslow had never been with someone who could keep up with him like this.

"God you're so hot baby," Bickslow groaned. "You know that right? Hottest motherfucker on the planet."

"Look in a mirror sometime," Natsu moaned, voice strained and body flexing beautifully.

"I do. I'm second to ya, baby," Bickslow grunted the words, slamming hard into Natsu's prostate and making him shudder and groan. "I don't say shit like that lightly, because I'm hot as fuck too."

"Hell, yeah you are," Natsu grinned.

Bickslow didn't once stop, spurred on by the intensive burning filling him and the rising need to cum. His dick was straining and aching with use, and he knew that when he came, it would be explosive and overwhelming. Everything with Natsu was explosive and overwhelming, and Bickslow had grown to crave that feeling.

"You close baby?" Bickslow asked through gritted teeth.

"Been close since the spankin'," Natsu hissed.

"Let go baby," Bickslow ordered.

With renewed speed, Bickslow continued his barrage of thrusts into Natsu's ass. He let his bruising grasp of Natsu's waist waver slightly, letting the man lift himself up ever so slightly. Natsu groaned, his body tensing tighter and tighter. His back was flexing, biceps straining, and fuck he looked so goddamn hot like that.

"Oh shit," Natsu yelled. "Shit. Oh, fuck yeah! FUCK!"

Natsu's ass tightened around Bickslow, and the larger man groaned and shivered. He watched as the man below him gripped the desk as tight as he could, rutting and thrusting back into Bickslow's dick as cum hard over the desk.

Holy shit, Bickslow put his laptop exactly in that place. He'd never be able to use this desk without thinking about this again.

That was so hot!

An explosion of pleasure filled him, rushing through his body and into his spasming cock. Cum spurted out as he roared into the silence of his apartment, his body burning in every sense but literal. He rucked and fucked Natsu fast, hard and relentless as he rode out the wave of his orgasm, hack arched and head lolling in pleasure.

"Holy shit," He whispered as he slowly pulled out, reaching for some tissues to clean Natsu's ass of his spunk. "That was the hottest one. We can't beat that."

"We totally can," Natsu said, voice hoarse but a grin on his face. He slowly stood up straight, and Bickslow already felt his dick twitching at the sight of Natsu's writing abs and tense chest. Every part of this man was so sexy.

"You think?"

"Hell yeah," Natsu grinned. "Unless you're too much of an old man to keep up?"

"Yeah, you're definitely getting a spanking again."

"Ain't a problem for me," Natsu laughed, trailing his nails down Bickslow's chest. "But I saw ropes and handcuffs in your closet. How about I tie you to your bed and ride ya until you're seeing stars?"

"Sounds totally fucking hot, baby," Bickslow proclaimed. "You better ride me good though."

"As if I could ride a man like you and not give it my all," Natsu laughed. "Get your old ass on the bed."

Bickslow laughed and did not argue. In the bedroom, whatever Natsu wanted, Bickslow was going to give him.

~Gray x Freed~

"You can take the bed; I don't mind being on the sofa."

Gray managed not to mumble the words, thank God. Throughout the day, there had been moments when he'd fallen into a bashful and almost blushing version of himself. He'd worked hard to recover his image from his teenage years, becoming a cool, calm and collected guy who was happily confident in himself and his body. Being around Freed, and letting his boyfriend get to know him in a real sense, had made him nervous. He didn't like it.

When he'd invited Freed to stay for the weekend at his place, he had done so thinking that they'd share the bed. It was natural. They were a couple, after all, that was what happened. But now, he felt like he'd misjudged it. What if Freed wasn't ready for that?

"No," Freed said plainly, from where he was sitting on Gray's bed.

"What?"

"I said no, that's not going to happen," Freed reiterated, as if stating a fact. "This is your bed; you should use it."

Gray knew he was blushing, but it didn't matter. What did Freed mean by that? Was he being considerate and offering to take the sofa for himself, or was he telling Gray that they would be sharing the bed? Freed hadn't seemed like the forceful type, so it was probably the former. Freed wanted them to sleep apart and was being polite about taking the sofa instead; that was all.

"As for me," Freed continued, either not knowing about Gray;s struggles or simply ignoring them. "We'll improvise."

"Improvise?" Gray asked.

Without speaking, Freed simply took Gray's hand and pulled him closer, so that he was standing inside Freed's spread legs. Freed leant up, placing a hand on the back of Gray's neck, and pulled him into a slow kiss. Gray found himself reciprocating without a moment's thought, the feeling of Freed's lips against him calming him better than anything he'd ever felt before. Freed had that effect on him.

Freed gently pulled Gray down, not with force, simply guiding him lower. To be comfortable, Gray needed to rest, and found himself sitting on one of Freed's thighs, straddling it without realizing it. He still didn't stop kissing.

It was hypnotic, and Gray was fully under the spell.

"Gray," Freed whispered, pulling apart but only barely. "There is no pressure either way, but you need to know this. You are one of the most enchanting, handsome, tempting men that I have ever met. Anything you want, and anything you wish to do, I know that I will want it too. Do with that what you will."

"Okay," Gray mumbled, nodding.

That was helpful, actually. Part of Gray's nervousness was not knowing if they were on the same page with where they were. He didn't know how to bring up those conversations, and Freed had just put everything out there without blinking. So, that was something.

What else was something was the fact Freed found him 'enchanting, handsome and tempting.' He'd been called handsome a few times, but never enchanting nor tempting. Mainly, whenever he was given a compliment about his looks, it was sexy. Yeah, it went straight to his ego, and it wasn't like he didn't know he was hot, but it got a little boring after a while. Maybe Freed had known that. Freed was thoughtful like that. Gray should tell him.

"You think I look hot, huh?" Gray asked, because dammit he couldn't be real about things, could he? "Knew doing those video calls in my boxers was getting to ya."

"I think," Freed began, seeming to pick his words carefully. "That you have the body of a man cut from stone, that every inch of you is utterly delicious to look at, and I would love to call you my lover. However, I also think you are a man with thoughts and opinions of his own, and those should be leading what happens tonight, not my desires."

Ah fucking dammit. That was smooth and thoughtful. Motherfucker.

"And," Gray said, and had to force the words out. "What if those thoughts and opinions matched up with your desires, but I'm not quite sure about it yet."

"Then, if you're agreeable, we simply kiss," Freed said. "And if something more happens, then we let it happen."

Well, that took the complications out of the situation. Gray was about to say that, but Freed cupped his chin and leaned in for another kiss. Gray kissed him back this time, adding a little more umph to it and licking Freed's lips as an invitation for more. Freed was opening his mouth immediately, and Gray decided to let himself be enveloped in the kiss, and let Freed take the lead for now.

At some point, they'd lied down on the bed, with Gray on top of Freed as they lazily kissed. Gray could feel his hands roaming over Freed's firm, cut stomach under his shirt, and the feeling was tantalizing. Freed's own hands were still cupping Gray's cheeks.

Without realizing it, Gray was unbuttoning Freed's shirt, and pushing it to the side.

"Damn," He whispered, leaning back and looking at his boyfriend. "You're ripped!"

"Somewhat hypocritical of you, darling," Freed chuckled. "Remember, I've seen you shirtless many times now. You're most certainly more muscular than I."

"I don't know," Gray shrugged. "You're looking pretty enchanting, handsome and tempting right now."

"Then perhaps you should do something about it?" Freed asked. Not pressuring him simply assuring him that the offer was still there.

Gray didn't let himself think too much, and instead leant forward again and started to kiss Freed with more passion. His hands were roaming around Freed's chest and abs, and he could feel Freed pulling his own shirt over his shoulders. They pulled apart for just long enough for the shirt to be pulled over his head, before it was thrown to the side. He saw Freed looking at his torso with a smirk, and that gave him a jolt of confidence. He could do this. He was Gray Fucking Fullbuster dammit.

With spurred on movements, he all but tackled his boyfriend to the bed, who laughed. The sound was swallowed by a deep kiss, as Gray leant against Freed and ran his hands down Freed's body yet again. This time, though, he had a target. Freed's belt.

Holy shit, even the thought of it sent a thrill down him.

After fiddling with the belt buckle, Gray pulled the belt out and discarded it to the side of the bed. He didn't once stop kissing Freed softly as both he and Freed kicked the man's pants off. They kissed for a moment, but temptation filled Gray and he pulled apart to see how hot Freed looked in his boxers. But… he wasn't wearing boxers. He was wearing a jockstrap. And not a jockstrap that would offer any support either.

It was tight, figure hugging, and clearly meant to be sexy. Gray raised an eyebrow at him.

"I am a patient man," Freed assured him. "But I'm also an optimist and had a feeling I knew how this would end."

"Cocky son of a bitch," Gray chuckled.

"If you don't like them, I can take them off," Freed said with a small smirk. Well, that certainly took the pressure off. Arrogant bastard.

"Bet I can strip before you can," Gray challenged.

He was naked before Freed could even blink, a handy little talent for moments like this. Freed was sitting back on the bed, still wearing that bulging damn jockstrap, and looking Gray's naked body up and down with clear attraction. Gray felt his cock swelling at just the sight of it, and he gave his boyfriend a little flex of his biceps to really give him a show.

It was weird. It was so clear that Freed found him sexy, and Gray actually loved knowing that. Maybe it mattered who thought he was sexy.

"You ever gonna take those off?" Gray asked, grinning. "Getting kinda lonely."

Maybe Freed was the man to challenge Gray's speed at stripping, because the jockstrap was taken off within a second. Gray took a moment to appreciate just how hot the man he was dating truly was. Strong and toned in every way, with a body made up of sharp angles and cut muscle, and the beautifully long dick made Gray's mouth water.

It had been too long that Gray had been with another man. He forgot how hot a sexy man could be.

Wordlessly, they were kissing again, this time with Gray sprayed out on the mattress with Freed on top of him. The weight of the other man was just incredible, and Gray loved it. Freed really was stronger than Gray had given him credit for. It was amazing.

As they made out, their hands tenderly roamed over each other's bodies. It was soft and gentle and delicate, and exactly what Gray needed. He was confident in many ways, but he wasn't going to rush to bed. And now that he had Freed in his bed, over him and kissing him, he felt no need to rush nor to run towards fucking. Freed was the first time Gray had understood the difference between fucking and making love, and dammit he wanted to make love to Freed.

Spurred on by confidence, he ran his hand down Freed and grazed the man's hard dick with his palm. Their dicks had gently butted against each other as they kissed, but this was the first time either man had gone to touch each other's cocks.

Freed let out a little hiss of breath but smiled.

"That okay?" Gray whispered.

"Yes," Freed said, gentle but firm. "May I do the same?"

"Yeah," Gray panted, smiling.

Freed was kissing Gray the next moment, his hands still roaming up and down Gray's legs, but rising higher than they had before. Gray felt his boyfriend's large hands cupping his balls for a moment, before stroking Gray's hard dick softly and cautiously. Gray burrowed his face into the crook of Freed's neck and groaned.

"Good, hm?" Freed teased gently.

"Don't be a dick," Gray mumbled. "There's enough dicks to deal with already."

"That's true," Freed laughed softly, pressing his lips into Gray's hair in a soft kiss. "You ready?"

Gray nodded, and a moment later he felt Freed's hand gently stroking his cock up and down. He groaned, softly bucking up into Freed's palm before remembering that he had a role to play too. He took hold of Freed's own straining dick and began to stroke it at the exact same pace Freed was stroking him. He groaned a little, but Freed's lips were on his own a moment later, and they were kissing again.

It was gentle, but more intense than anything Gray had ever been through. Their limbs were tangled, naked bodies writing and pushing against one another, and it was perfect. Gray ran cold whereas Freed's body felt hot, and it was a perfect contradiction.

Freed's cock was slick in his hand, lubed up by the man's own precum. Gray loved the feeling of the thick shaft gliding up and down in his hand, and the little moans that Freed was making as he slowly jerked him off.

But that was nothing compared to what Freed was doing.

He was stroking Gray's cock with expert control, and it was taking a hell of a lot of effort not to buck and thrust into the jerking hand like a horny teenager. He was moaning and groaning into the kiss, trying and succeeding in getting his body closer and closer to Freed's, feeling the heat of the man's strong chest and firm abs. God, everything about Freed was so hot, so enticing. Gray loved everything about it.

The feeling of orgasm snuck up on him, and not something he was familiar with. When he jerked himself off, there was a moment of pleasure which immediately went away. This was different.

It was an experience.

The feeling of growing anticipation had been fizzing under the surface the moment Freed had pulled him to him. It had grown more and more, with each kiss and removed piece of clothing, the growing need got more and more intense. It was like the rising of music, or the growing anticipation of a dramatic scene in cinema, but visceral. His body was almost glowing with the feeling or need getting larger and larger.

He wan panting as Freed jerked him off, his own grasp on Freed's cock tightening as he felt cum spurting from his cock. The orgasm didn't overwhelm him but delighted him. It was a brilliant feeling of wondrous pleasure, and just as intense as he wanted it to be. This was a night of gentle, growing love, and the shaking orgasm that hit him was perfect for that.

A moment later, he noticed Freed's eyes clenched shut, and cum hit Gray's chest a moment later. Gray chuckled.

"You been saving yourself for me?" He teased gently. "That was a hell of a cum-shot."

"What can I say," Freed smiled, leaning up and peppering kisses over Gray's jaw. "I intended to make you feel good."

"It fucking worked," Gray told him, shifting slightly so Freed was straddling him as they kissed. "That was so good, Freed. I ain't ever… I mean a guy's never… holy shit that was good."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, darling," Freed chuckled. "You're beautiful when you orgasm, has anyone ever told you?"

"Nobody's ever said beautiful before," Gray shrugged, and Freed smiled slightly.

"Well, you do," Freed leant up and pressed a final slow, chaste kiss onto Gray's lips. He could feel their hard cocks jutting again, but before he could make a comment Freed spoke again. "As much as I'd like to keep going, and trust me I would, I think we should stop for tonight. If you don't mind."

"I don't," Gray said firmly. "Can I ask why?"

"Honestly," Freed began, cheeks red and gaze averting. "I think today has been perfect, and tonight has been the best way to finish it. And as much as a small part of me is screaming to keep going with this, I can think of no better way of completing the night with you in my arms, in your bed, sleeping by your side."

"Really?" Gray asked, voice a little happy. Gray was kind of a romantic, and Freed seemed to be like that too.

"We have so few truly perfect moments in our lives," Freed shrugged, still not looking at Gray. "We should enjoy them when they arise."

"Yeah," Gray nodded. "We should."

And, leading Freed to lie beside him, Gray pulled the covers over them and curled into his boyfriend's chest. Freed was right, this was the perfect way to end this evening. Perfect.