17 for obvious reasons, but also 1.alkahestryOctober 31 2011, 05:58:50 UTC
[It had been an innocent enough fight, however, a simple sibling squabble was anything but when your sibling was in fact a skilled alchemist with a rather large temper. It's more than likely that his beloved sister had thrown the first punch and like any well mannered young man he deflected, it wasn't nice to hit girls after all.
That of course only makes things easier for Ed as Alphonse is brought down, groaning as he meets the sofa in the room of the Inn their sharing. The bright flash of light causes his eyes to snap open and as he tries to move away from the sudden alchemical reaction, he realizes it's already too late. The material of the couch has been altered, leather cushions now have many leather straps woven into the fabric and he is quite tied up.]
[His eyes had been drifting towards his left hand as the leather was slipping further up and stretching of his palm. The first thrust causes them to snap back up to his sister in surprise, the second causes him to tense all together. Beneath those thin legs, he can only hope that she doesn't feel the beginnings of his erection as it grows.]
Edward...
[The tone of voice is a shaky warning at best, but in his eyes there's a glint of something else - which like his body is the opposite of his words.]
[ Despite Al's hopes, she does feel the slight pressure between her thighs that hadn't been there moments before. And immediately, she shifts her gaze from Al's face to where her hips meet his and back up to Al's face with a look of surprise. Al is most definitely responding and she now has the answer to her question.
Releasing her grip on the cushions (but not before finally catching Al's attempt at escape and securing his bonds with alchemy), she slowly brings her hands down to Al's chest, palming them there as she moves her hips again. It's a slow motion, adding just a bit of pressure to create friction, and the result makes her tingle. Her lashes lower a fraction, allowing her to gaze at Al through them in a slightly heated look. Just bordering on demure. ]
[His wrist does it's best to try and work free as he notices Edward catch the fact that the strap's integrity was weakened. All he can do is grimace as it returns to being tight around his hand and blink up in surprise as Edward brings her hands down atop his chest. She would feel his chest rise sharply as his breath hitches as she moves her hips again. Between the friction and the look he's forced to hold his breath, because he knows Edward has no plans to release him until he gets an answer. He's in trouble no matter which way he goes about things, so when he does speak, he's forced to swallow thickly before doing so.]
... uncomfortable is not the word I would use to describe it.
[ There's a slight hint of annoyance in her tone as Al answers and really, she can't help but think that he should know better. She's always been direct (an attribute that has gotten her labeled as a "bitch" quite a few times), and thus hates when he's indirect. She responds by flexing her thighs, tightening her grip at his waist while dragging her hands down to his belt. ]
Then what word would you use to describe it, Alphonse?
[The tone of annoyance makes him bite down on his lower lip, it's obvious now, even more so than before that he is doing his best to avoid giving an honest answer. None of this is fair, less fair as those legs tighten around his hips and those soft hands find his waist. He shakes his head, maybe as a sign for her to stop or maybe he's refusing to simply answer. Whatever the case his eyes can't quiet look away, not now, not when they are this close.]
[ A little firmer, voice dipping in tone as she brings her lips close to his. Just close enough that their breath is shared, but still far enough away that it would require Al to work for a kiss, if he wanted one. Once again, her eyes flash dangerously and her fingers grip his belt to tug, pulling his body flush with hers. ]
[Edward's answer is a throat groan that he can't repress and a blush of his cheeks as he realizes that such a reaction to their closeness would have been impossible to ignore. With almost no space left beneath them, his tongue darts out to wet his dry lips and after a few pants he shakes his head again.]
You don't know what you're asking.
[But Alphonse knows she does, she always does, neither of them are stupid, well, maybe he is for letting Edward get this close in the first place. Even if she feels good on top of him.]
... Ed. Sister...
[Now he's pleading, but he isn't exactly clear about what.]
[ Still holding him flush against her, the feel of Al hard against her thighs, sends a thrill through her that almost prompts a soft noise of her own. But she keeps it down while her fingers tickle along the edge of Al's belt and she hisses low. ]
Brother... [ With how low her voice has gotten, it takes an almost sultry tone. They've already come this far and any question she might've had about how Al actually feels has already been answered. She does know what she's asking, but she wants to hear it from Al's own lips. ] What do you want?
[That tone of voice will be his doom, it tells him all he needs to know. With wide eyes he sheepishly stares up at her in a mix of shock and awe, and the question that follows from his sister's lips only prompts another low groan. Biting down on his lower lips, he goes to move again, but is stopped as the straps hold him firmly in place. There's a whimper as he goes still again beneath her body and then silence as his eyes shift back and up. His response is a single word, a simple answer that is laced with nothing but complications for the both of them, but it's also the only thing he's ever wanted.]
[ To hear that single word tumble from Al's lips is like the relief of a heavy burden. A sense of finally because she knows she's loved Al more than family for so long. Hearing that Al feels the same way lets her know that the guilt she'd had for loving Al like she does has always been misplaced. She doesn't have to worry anymore.
And knowing that, there's no sense in holding back. Her hands move up to Al's bound hands. entwining their fingers as she shifts her hips again. The look in her eyes softens and she gives Al's lips a brief brush with her own before responding with a soft, quite voice. ]
Idiot.
[ Just like that, she gives her head the slightest tilt and closes her eyes. With only the slightest movement, she kisses him, gentle, slow, and a bit experimental. The answer that she gives him. ]
[Hanging on every response and reaction from Ed now, he dares not move or breath until something is said. The moving of those fingers prompts a shaking breath to leave his lips, a gasp to follow as their hips press together again, and a swallow as Edward's eyes soften as they hold his gaze. The brief connection of their lips would lead his to release a heavy sigh, he's not an idiot, he's only been trying to protect her, to make sure she had a good life, she didn't deserve to be held back by him and the feelings he had - Edward always deserved the best.]
Ed...
[Edward's name is cut short as their lips meet again and his wide eyed gaze slowly closes as the kiss lingers. If he had the use of his hands he would have surely drawn his arms around his sister's tiny waist, pulling her closer, holding her tightly. Instead, all he can do is tremble from the idea that she wants him too, he knows it's wrong, he knows they shouldn't, he's terrible and yet it feels like some great weight has been taken off his shoulders. The kiss begs to be
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[ The flicker of Al's tongue against his lips sends another thrill through her, making her shiver as she gives a breathless laugh against his lips. This is probably the worst thing they've ever done aside from trying to bring back their mother, but unlike that time, she really can't seem to care. Al's lips are soft against hers, a bit chapped, and she parts her own to allow for the deeper kiss. She doesn't care if this is wrong. It's Al and she loves him. ]
[His tongue swirls slowly upward and into Edward's mouth, taking the opportunity to taste the hint of left over stew from lunch that lingers on Edward's tongue. The muscle is guided and turned over with his own as he explores the mouth above him fully. They had crossed a line from siblings to something else way before this ... all those nights sharing a bed, helping each other bath, they probably should have put a stop to it years ago, but now all he can think of is why they didn't do this sooner.]
[ Likewise, she's feeling much the same. They really should've done this earlier because it's amazing. Al's tongue sliding along her own makes her moan softly, tilting her head to create better access. Her hands are moving again, disentangling from Al's fingers to slide down his arms, across his chest, and back down to his belt as her hips shift. And with how deeply they're kissing, she has to breathe through her nose, harsh and hitched. ]
[The moan he releases this time can't be hidden, it's loud and it reverberates in his mouth and up into Edward's as they continue to kiss. She would feel him moving, fighting once more against the restraints as his arms attempt to move so he might be able to draw his arms down so he might be able to draw them around the body that rests atop him. When his lung burn too much he tilts his head back, gasping for air and opening his eyes. He offers his mid section and those hands at his waist a quick glance before he tugs at his restraints again.]
That of course only makes things easier for Ed as Alphonse is brought down, groaning as he meets the sofa in the room of the Inn their sharing. The bright flash of light causes his eyes to snap open and as he tries to move away from the sudden alchemical reaction, he realizes it's already too late. The material of the couch has been altered, leather cushions now have many leather straps woven into the fabric and he is quite tied up.]
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Edward...
[The tone of voice is a shaky warning at best, but in his eyes there's a glint of something else - which like his body is the opposite of his words.]
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Releasing her grip on the cushions (but not before finally catching Al's attempt at escape and securing his bonds with alchemy), she slowly brings her hands down to Al's chest, palming them there as she moves her hips again. It's a slow motion, adding just a bit of pressure to create friction, and the result makes her tingle. Her lashes lower a fraction, allowing her to gaze at Al through them in a slightly heated look. Just bordering on demure. ]
Al... You didn't answer my question.
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... uncomfortable is not the word I would use to describe it.
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[ There's a slight hint of annoyance in her tone as Al answers and really, she can't help but think that he should know better. She's always been direct (an attribute that has gotten her labeled as a "bitch" quite a few times), and thus hates when he's indirect. She responds by flexing her thighs, tightening her grip at his waist while dragging her hands down to his belt. ]
Then what word would you use to describe it, Alphonse?
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[ A little firmer, voice dipping in tone as she brings her lips close to his. Just close enough that their breath is shared, but still far enough away that it would require Al to work for a kiss, if he wanted one. Once again, her eyes flash dangerously and her fingers grip his belt to tug, pulling his body flush with hers. ]
Now.
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You don't know what you're asking.
[But Alphonse knows she does, she always does, neither of them are stupid, well, maybe he is for letting Edward get this close in the first place. Even if she feels good on top of him.]
... Ed. Sister...
[Now he's pleading, but he isn't exactly clear about what.]
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Brother... [ With how low her voice has gotten, it takes an almost sultry tone. They've already come this far and any question she might've had about how Al actually feels has already been answered. She does know what she's asking, but she wants to hear it from Al's own lips. ] What do you want?
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... you.
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And knowing that, there's no sense in holding back. Her hands move up to Al's bound hands. entwining their fingers as she shifts her hips again. The look in her eyes softens and she gives Al's lips a brief brush with her own before responding with a soft, quite voice. ]
Idiot.
[ Just like that, she gives her head the slightest tilt and closes her eyes. With only the slightest movement, she kisses him, gentle, slow, and a bit experimental. The answer that she gives him. ]
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Ed...
[Edward's name is cut short as their lips meet again and his wide eyed gaze slowly closes as the kiss lingers. If he had the use of his hands he would have surely drawn his arms around his sister's tiny waist, pulling her closer, holding her tightly. Instead, all he can do is tremble from the idea that she wants him too, he knows it's wrong, he knows they shouldn't, he's terrible and yet it feels like some great weight has been taken off his shoulders. The kiss begs to be ( ... )
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Are you going to keep me like this?
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