Moral Compass five- Sanctity
Title: Moral Compass, Sanctity
Spoilers: a mass near the end of the series
Pairing: Alphonse/Kimbley
Rating: NC-17, why, we have porn!
Notes: Yes, it is the long awaited porn, tada!!
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
It wasn’t hard to see that the other alchemist wasn’t terribly pleased with the situation, half-desperate eyes still showed how upsetting he was finding it to need such a relief. Alphonse carefully ignored the look, already knowing that the man needed the contact more than he wanted to deny it, and gray eyes quietly considered the pale splay of limbs resting under him, trying to decide how far he would take this, how much he should push so early.
After a few long, careful moments of just watching, the hands at his shoulders slid, gently moving over the skin of his shoulders, the contours of his arms. Under such a close scrutiny, it was easy to see where the man had once been strong and wasn’t anymore, how all the damage hadn’t been from the almost fatal wound. A finger moved over the dark haired man’s collarbone, something that had been a stark relief when he’d found him.
He’d gotten healthier since then. Really, Alphonse knew that the man just had needed a proper caretaker, someone to make him less dangerous, to make sure that he didn’t keep up the self-destructive habits. After his brother, the blond figured that he was well equipped for that job.
As his hands slid over the shoulders and down, the blond wisely didn’t look into the man’s face, not wanting to be deterred by someone who refused to admit their own needs and wants. He knew that being left alone hurt the man in some way, and he had decided to remedy that. He didn’t like to see someone hurting, not when relief was something so very easy to give.
Tanned hands slid lower on the pale skin, flitting around bandages carefully as he took in the way the trembling form finally started to press up into his touch, and the long haired male finally stopped fighting the contact. Only then did gray eyes look back to the man’s face, checking to see if he had calmed down from the edge of panic that he’d been at earlier.
Not quite. He wasn’t quite back away from the edge, but it was hard to tell with how his face was turned away from him. At least it was better though, that much Alphonse was thankful for. He didn’t want this to be a bad experience. After all, he’d done his best not to scare the man, no matter if the man would have at one point gleefully killed him.
He flit his gaze over the rest of the man, taking in the way his hands were tightly pressed against the covers, the way tension seemed to practically radiate from his body, and the blond decided that his slow approach wasn’t having the results he’d hoped it would. Turning that over in his mind, he returned his gaze to where his own hands were running light patterns on the skin, a firm, careful touch, and he decided that maybe he was going about this the wrong way. It wouldn’t have been the first time he’d made a simple mistake with the man after all.
Nodding to himself a bit as he came to a decision, he decided to go with what had been his first impulse. To just touch, give the man relief, and return to the schedule they normally kept. The lingering was only putting more stress on his charge.
He didn’t consider that this was just as much for him, not yet, because that would go against the reasoning he’d established as to how everything fit in place. There was nothing wrong with wanting contact, of course. Alphonse understood the concept better than most people ever would. It made him more than willing to give it when someone under his care needed the attention. Again though, was that this wasn’t for him. It was to help the other male.
Remembering his little test from a few nights before, he slid one palm down, against the man’s hip in close to his groin, then he turned the touch to stroke the backs of his fingers up again, just next to the more sensitive skin. Finally, that got the favorable reply he’d been looking for, a hitch in the black haired man’s breathing, a subtle arch of his body…
Yes, he’d just gone about things too patiently again. He needed to stop doing that before he made some mistake that ruined his careful progress. He needed to remember that the man wasn’t used to careful and saw it as a threat.
So when the man made a small, half protesting, half needy noise, Alphonse turned his hand, rubbing a bit more firmly along the side of the of the growing erection. The action was short lived, since the older alchemist arched sharply into the touch, hands curling tightly in the blankets as though that would stop him from reacting. There was a flicker of a thought to wonder if the man simply hadn’t had any of that sort of touch for a long time, but the idea was quickly dismissed. It didn’t matter.
No, what mattered was making his charge feel good. It would calm him, and he was sure that he’d feel better after for his troubles.
Nimble fingers returned to the erection he’d been so close to a moment before, curling around the warm skin, and his other hand pressed firmly into the man’s lower stomach, easing him back to the bed. He didn’t want to risk hurting him by tightening his grip when the man moved, which he was sure he wanted to if the mostly strangled noise he made was any indication.
Alphonse reminded himself sharply he’d decided not to tease him more than he needed to for now. That firmly in mind, he started to move his fingers, fascinated eyes watching the somewhat less than perfect glide of skin over skin, something he hadn’t really thought would be so intriguing, for a long moment before the sound of Kimbley’s voice filtered through his fascination. It was doubtlessly needy, by no means coherent, and the blond couldn’t help but note that he rather liked it that way. His body certainly agreed, and he decided that maybe he needed to hurry things up before he got too excited about this, reminding himself that he was just soothing the other alchemist.
His fingers sped, working diligently against the hard flesh as he let his gray eyes wander over the man’s squirming form, the restless actions of his hands twisting the sheets… He had to admit it was something he’d more than happily want to see again and again, if only in the very back of his mind.
Yet, almost as an answer to his idle curiosity for how long the man had gone without, things were over far more quickly than the blond had hoped. Too soon, there was a hot spill against his palm, yet beyond the obvious sign and a sharp tension at the climax, there wasn’t a sound to mark the man’s completion.
Leaving the dark haired man dazed on the bed, Alphonse slipped from the room, for the first time in a week able to leave it without his quiet shadow tagging along. It was a sensation he wasn’t sure he wanted to get used to. Gathering up a towel and washcloth after washing his hands, he started back to where he’d left Kimbley.
He hoped that it worked, that this brand of touch would help the man calm down from that need that was almost always in his eyes. He needed the man to trust him, even for something like this. If he could get him to be obedient in some fashion, at least to him, then his brother would stop pressing for solutions he wasn’t sure he had yet. So preoccupied with his thoughts was he, that he didn’t immediately notice the way the alchemist had curled up on the covers, having fallen asleep in the few minutes the teen had been out of the room.
Alphonse thought it was a horrible shame that he had to wake him, but there was no help for it. He wanted to make sure he stayed clean after all.
Spoilers: a mass near the end of the series
Pairing: Alphonse/Kimbley
Rating: NC-17, why, we have porn!
Notes: Yes, it is the long awaited porn, tada!!
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
It wasn’t hard to see that the other alchemist wasn’t terribly pleased with the situation, half-desperate eyes still showed how upsetting he was finding it to need such a relief. Alphonse carefully ignored the look, already knowing that the man needed the contact more than he wanted to deny it, and gray eyes quietly considered the pale splay of limbs resting under him, trying to decide how far he would take this, how much he should push so early.
After a few long, careful moments of just watching, the hands at his shoulders slid, gently moving over the skin of his shoulders, the contours of his arms. Under such a close scrutiny, it was easy to see where the man had once been strong and wasn’t anymore, how all the damage hadn’t been from the almost fatal wound. A finger moved over the dark haired man’s collarbone, something that had been a stark relief when he’d found him.
He’d gotten healthier since then. Really, Alphonse knew that the man just had needed a proper caretaker, someone to make him less dangerous, to make sure that he didn’t keep up the self-destructive habits. After his brother, the blond figured that he was well equipped for that job.
As his hands slid over the shoulders and down, the blond wisely didn’t look into the man’s face, not wanting to be deterred by someone who refused to admit their own needs and wants. He knew that being left alone hurt the man in some way, and he had decided to remedy that. He didn’t like to see someone hurting, not when relief was something so very easy to give.
Tanned hands slid lower on the pale skin, flitting around bandages carefully as he took in the way the trembling form finally started to press up into his touch, and the long haired male finally stopped fighting the contact. Only then did gray eyes look back to the man’s face, checking to see if he had calmed down from the edge of panic that he’d been at earlier.
Not quite. He wasn’t quite back away from the edge, but it was hard to tell with how his face was turned away from him. At least it was better though, that much Alphonse was thankful for. He didn’t want this to be a bad experience. After all, he’d done his best not to scare the man, no matter if the man would have at one point gleefully killed him.
He flit his gaze over the rest of the man, taking in the way his hands were tightly pressed against the covers, the way tension seemed to practically radiate from his body, and the blond decided that his slow approach wasn’t having the results he’d hoped it would. Turning that over in his mind, he returned his gaze to where his own hands were running light patterns on the skin, a firm, careful touch, and he decided that maybe he was going about this the wrong way. It wouldn’t have been the first time he’d made a simple mistake with the man after all.
Nodding to himself a bit as he came to a decision, he decided to go with what had been his first impulse. To just touch, give the man relief, and return to the schedule they normally kept. The lingering was only putting more stress on his charge.
He didn’t consider that this was just as much for him, not yet, because that would go against the reasoning he’d established as to how everything fit in place. There was nothing wrong with wanting contact, of course. Alphonse understood the concept better than most people ever would. It made him more than willing to give it when someone under his care needed the attention. Again though, was that this wasn’t for him. It was to help the other male.
Remembering his little test from a few nights before, he slid one palm down, against the man’s hip in close to his groin, then he turned the touch to stroke the backs of his fingers up again, just next to the more sensitive skin. Finally, that got the favorable reply he’d been looking for, a hitch in the black haired man’s breathing, a subtle arch of his body…
Yes, he’d just gone about things too patiently again. He needed to stop doing that before he made some mistake that ruined his careful progress. He needed to remember that the man wasn’t used to careful and saw it as a threat.
So when the man made a small, half protesting, half needy noise, Alphonse turned his hand, rubbing a bit more firmly along the side of the of the growing erection. The action was short lived, since the older alchemist arched sharply into the touch, hands curling tightly in the blankets as though that would stop him from reacting. There was a flicker of a thought to wonder if the man simply hadn’t had any of that sort of touch for a long time, but the idea was quickly dismissed. It didn’t matter.
No, what mattered was making his charge feel good. It would calm him, and he was sure that he’d feel better after for his troubles.
Nimble fingers returned to the erection he’d been so close to a moment before, curling around the warm skin, and his other hand pressed firmly into the man’s lower stomach, easing him back to the bed. He didn’t want to risk hurting him by tightening his grip when the man moved, which he was sure he wanted to if the mostly strangled noise he made was any indication.
Alphonse reminded himself sharply he’d decided not to tease him more than he needed to for now. That firmly in mind, he started to move his fingers, fascinated eyes watching the somewhat less than perfect glide of skin over skin, something he hadn’t really thought would be so intriguing, for a long moment before the sound of Kimbley’s voice filtered through his fascination. It was doubtlessly needy, by no means coherent, and the blond couldn’t help but note that he rather liked it that way. His body certainly agreed, and he decided that maybe he needed to hurry things up before he got too excited about this, reminding himself that he was just soothing the other alchemist.
His fingers sped, working diligently against the hard flesh as he let his gray eyes wander over the man’s squirming form, the restless actions of his hands twisting the sheets… He had to admit it was something he’d more than happily want to see again and again, if only in the very back of his mind.
Yet, almost as an answer to his idle curiosity for how long the man had gone without, things were over far more quickly than the blond had hoped. Too soon, there was a hot spill against his palm, yet beyond the obvious sign and a sharp tension at the climax, there wasn’t a sound to mark the man’s completion.
Leaving the dark haired man dazed on the bed, Alphonse slipped from the room, for the first time in a week able to leave it without his quiet shadow tagging along. It was a sensation he wasn’t sure he wanted to get used to. Gathering up a towel and washcloth after washing his hands, he started back to where he’d left Kimbley.
He hoped that it worked, that this brand of touch would help the man calm down from that need that was almost always in his eyes. He needed the man to trust him, even for something like this. If he could get him to be obedient in some fashion, at least to him, then his brother would stop pressing for solutions he wasn’t sure he had yet. So preoccupied with his thoughts was he, that he didn’t immediately notice the way the alchemist had curled up on the covers, having fallen asleep in the few minutes the teen had been out of the room.
Alphonse thought it was a horrible shame that he had to wake him, but there was no help for it. He wanted to make sure he stayed clean after all.