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.]
[ Given space to breathe, she takes a moment before responding to catch her breath. Then, following his gaze to where here hands are, a Mephistophelean smirk forms on her lips. Slow and smooth and her lashes droop again in that same look she gave him just moments before. Instead of releasing him, though, she tilts her head. Bringing her lips to his ear, she murmurs low and quiet. All while her fingers begin unfastening his belt. ]
[That look, that tone of voice, his head rolls back with a groan as a shiver rolls down his spine. Doomed doesn't even begin to cover how that voice makes him twitch and throb. Maybe it's something about the way that Edward always has to get her way, or maybe it's his own damn fault for spoiling her so. Biting down on his lower lip, he gives his lower half a small upward thrust. It's the only part of him not held down by strap and he will make sure that at some point he gets free of his restraints. To not be able to touch her, after all this time, the thought of it was already enough to drive him crazy. He wants to touch, to taste, to make her his just as much as she wants to make him hers.]
[ Quieter still and she nibbles her way back to Al's lips, coaxing him into another kiss as her fingers begin tugging his belt from the loops. It's dropped to the floor with a clatter, ignored because her fingers are brushing against the seat of his pants, giving the hardness there a slight squeeze. She's not by any means experienced, but she has some idea of what she's doing, having always been a bit curious and done a bit of research on her own. Being a woman in a world dominated by men has not allowed her to be ignorant, so she also knows what it means to feel the slight damp heat between her thighs
( ... )
[His breaths are heavy with anticipation, the clatter of his belt and the feeling of Edward's fingers as they caress their way down over the fabric of his pants. His eyes squeeze shut as he bites down on his lower lip to silence a soft moan. When and where she learned what to do was irrelevant at the moment, perhaps later he would press her on how she became so knowledgeable and exact his own brand of revenge. For now though he could only be victim to her touches, forcing his moans not to get too loud as not to disturb any neighboring guests in the rooms besides and beneath them.]
Edward...
[His releases a short gasp as the fabric of his pants grows slack and is pulled apart. The cool air makes him shudder uncontrollably as it hits his warm skin, another source that makes him shift uncomfortably upward and against Edward's center. He's hard, visibly so that it causes the fabric of his boxers to tent upward from his still hardening erection. Looking away from his lower half and back up to his sister he can't help but croon slightly,
( ... )
[ With her skirt spread around her as it is, providing no protection between her and Al other than the thin material of her panties, she instantly feels him rub against her thighs through the fabric of his boxers. In response, she gives a croon of her own, lashes fluttering briefly before she regains composure again and jerks her head to stare down at Al. Once more her eyes flash, stubborn and determined as she is. And she tugs off her gloves with her teeth, giving a shake of her head in order to drop them on the floor before palming her hands against Al's chest and pushing up his shirt. ]
[He doesn't even need to think about a response to the question, it comes out as if the phrase had been lingering on the tip of his tongue in sheer anticipation. It was true though, he's so afraid of hurting Edward and doing something wrong that it's enough to get him to pause. She has no idea how many nights or times he's wanted just brings his hands up to touch her, or kiss her tears away when something went wrong.]
[ Seeing the flicker of fear cross his expression accompanying his confession, she pauses. That was Al, always putting others first and worrying about keeping her safe from harm. Sometimes it was comical the extents he went, sometimes it was annoying. At that moment, she couldn't help but soften in her expression, shifting her left hand to cup Al's cheek. The other, cool metal of automail, slides across his skin to the hem of his boxers. And she dips down, pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips before whispering her response. ]
[It's a reassuring answer, one that makes him sigh into the half kiss and turn his head in an attempt to make it one that's more full. He hates his restraints more than ever, he wants nothing more than to be able to wrap his arms around Edward and show her how much he cares. He supposes he will get his turn, but he can't help but want it now.]
[ She allows the deeper kiss, eagerly responding as her fingers slip away from Al's cheek and join her other hand at his boxers. His erection, straining as it is beneath fabric, has been a constant reminder of how Al feels. Just like the feel of her panties slick against her skin is a constant reminder of how she feels. It prompts her to slip her fingers under the band of the boxers to curl around fabric.
And then she breaks the kiss to sit up a bit. She's impatient as always and tugs down Al's boxers in one smooth movement, pausing only to stare at bit at what's revealed. Sure, she's seen Al naked plenty of times, but this is different. The context is different, not the same as bathing or dressing. The kind of context reserved for lovers, but they're brother and sister.
A full blush covers her face, making her ears heat up. Swallowing, she slowly shifts her left hand to brush her fingers across the tip of Al's cock, entirely breathless. ]
[Fighting to catch his breath, his thoughts center around the feeling of cold, and then with a blink he realizes that he didn't even notice Ed shift to remove his boxers - or as much as she could with his legs restrained. His eyes drift from Edward's face slowly down to his erection that points up between them and then back up towards Edward's face. The blush makes his own become more pronounced as he attempts to decipher what that blush means... he didn't think he was by any means small, but part of him can't help but think she might somehow be displeased. However, when her hand comes up to brush his tips he release a broken mewl. The warmth and the very touch steal his breath.]
[ His response makes her bite down on her lower lip, a whimper rising in the back of her throat. But she holds it back, giving a slight nod as she tucks loose hair behind an ear and shifts again. Her fingers remain at the tip of his length, but her other hand reaches up to begin unfastening the dark shirt she so frequently wears under her coat. The blush intensifies, but she continues without stopping, fingers slowly curling around him as if to show her approval.
He's so warm and hard in her hand and that thought makes her shift again, the feeling of her panties slick against her becoming uncomfortable. But soon, the fabric of her shirt falls away, revealing the small white bra beneath and her hand dips down to pull the hem of her skirt up. Looking away and feeling the heat intensify in her face, she slips her thumb under the waist band of her panties and slowly pulls them down. ]
[With heavy breaths his attention is torn away from his erection and Ed's real fingers as she begins to undress herself slowly. His breaths come in broken spurts, stolen by the site of the black shirt as it's buttons are undone and the piece of clothing is lost to the ground. When she curls those warm fingers around him his eyes shut, breaking eye contact with her body for the briefest of moments as he moans. His hips even dare to push upward, desiring nothing more than to feel her hands touch him more and everywhere. When his eyes open, it's just in time to catch Edward as she looks away, he frowns softly, arms pulling in an attempt to get his hands free once more. He wants to offer her some comfort as well as touch her soft body in return, but Edward manages to derail his thoughts completely as he notices her skirt as been bunched upward to allow her the opportunity to pull her panties away. She'd no doubt feel the throb his erection gives in response.]
[ Even the feeling of him throbbing in his fingers makes her shiver. This time, she can't hold back the soft sound that passes her lips, lashes fluttering down to her darkened cheeks to show just how affect she is. Even if Al can't touch her, these tiny steps their taking are more than enough. Swallowing a mewl, she gives his erection a squeeze and then pushes up on her knees
( ... )
[Enough for her, but it's enough to drive him crazy as he pulls and tugs his arms in an attempt to get the leather to stretch and grow slack. His impatience, unlike Ed's, only visible in the way his fingers twist downward taking hold of leather and clawing. If he ever gets out of them, so help them, he may never let go, he doesn't want to let go now that he's allowed. Groaning in a tone that is pure want he cries out.]
Please... I want you - ah I need you.
[Then the heat returns to his hard shaft and his words fail him as another moan forces it's way out of his throat and mouth. He can feel the cold metal arm as Edward hovers above them and that's when he realizes what's about to happen, there's a moment where everything seems to stop, like that moment just before they both set their hands down upon the white chalk in their basement to transmute their Mom.
It's as calm as it is terrifying, and it's as surreal as it is actual. This is happening, it's happening, and he groans out as it's practically painful to have these few seconds
( ... )
[ Al pushing into her just as she lowers herself onto him seems to happen in slow motion. Their sin, this new sin of theirs, so unlike their previous, is now cemented in the aching way her body stretches to accommodate him. Tears form in the corners of her eyes before she can stop him and it hurts. A different kind of pain than what she's used to and it certainly won't scar. It's a kind of pain she willingly endures because it's nothing like the ache of her automail or feeling the ports connect. This is different, solidifying their closeness.
Whimpering, she lowers her hands to Al's hips, holding there as she shudders. The feeling of Al inside her is a bit strange, but filling, and it almost seems like finding two pieces of a puzzle that fit together perfectly. It makes the pain worth it and she leans down, trying to catch her breath because it's been completely lost. ]
Al...
[ Another whimper as her eyes close again. For a few seconds, her body reflexively tightens around him, clenching as she grows more used to the sensation.
( ... )
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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Yes. I am. You're mine, little brother.
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[That look, that tone of voice, his head rolls back with a groan as a shiver rolls down his spine. Doomed doesn't even begin to cover how that voice makes him twitch and throb. Maybe it's something about the way that Edward always has to get her way, or maybe it's his own damn fault for spoiling her so. Biting down on his lower lip, he gives his lower half a small upward thrust. It's the only part of him not held down by strap and he will make sure that at some point he gets free of his restraints. To not be able to touch her, after all this time, the thought of it was already enough to drive him crazy. He wants to touch, to taste, to make her his just as much as she wants to make him hers.]
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[ Quieter still and she nibbles her way back to Al's lips, coaxing him into another kiss as her fingers begin tugging his belt from the loops. It's dropped to the floor with a clatter, ignored because her fingers are brushing against the seat of his pants, giving the hardness there a slight squeeze. She's not by any means experienced, but she has some idea of what she's doing, having always been a bit curious and done a bit of research on her own. Being a woman in a world dominated by men has not allowed her to be ignorant, so she also knows what it means to feel the slight damp heat between her thighs ( ... )
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Edward...
[His releases a short gasp as the fabric of his pants grows slack and is pulled apart. The cool air makes him shudder uncontrollably as it hits his warm skin, another source that makes him shift uncomfortably upward and against Edward's center. He's hard, visibly so that it causes the fabric of his boxers to tent upward from his still hardening erection. Looking away from his lower half and back up to his sister he can't help but croon slightly, ( ... )
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Why the hell are you asking something so stupid?
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[He doesn't even need to think about a response to the question, it comes out as if the phrase had been lingering on the tip of his tongue in sheer anticipation. It was true though, he's so afraid of hurting Edward and doing something wrong that it's enough to get him to pause. She has no idea how many nights or times he's wanted just brings his hands up to touch her, or kiss her tears away when something went wrong.]
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Dumbass... you won't. Not like you ever could.
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And then she breaks the kiss to sit up a bit. She's impatient as always and tugs down Al's boxers in one smooth movement, pausing only to stare at bit at what's revealed. Sure, she's seen Al naked plenty of times, but this is different. The context is different, not the same as bathing or dressing. The kind of context reserved for lovers, but they're brother and sister.
A full blush covers her face, making her ears heat up. Swallowing, she slowly shifts her left hand to brush her fingers across the tip of Al's cock, entirely breathless. ]
L-Like this?
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yeah... yes.
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[ His response makes her bite down on her lower lip, a whimper rising in the back of her throat. But she holds it back, giving a slight nod as she tucks loose hair behind an ear and shifts again. Her fingers remain at the tip of his length, but her other hand reaches up to begin unfastening the dark shirt she so frequently wears under her coat. The blush intensifies, but she continues without stopping, fingers slowly curling around him as if to show her approval.
He's so warm and hard in her hand and that thought makes her shift again, the feeling of her panties slick against her becoming uncomfortable. But soon, the fabric of her shirt falls away, revealing the small white bra beneath and her hand dips down to pull the hem of her skirt up. Looking away and feeling the heat intensify in her face, she slips her thumb under the waist band of her panties and slowly pulls them down. ]
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Please... I want you - ah I need you.
[Then the heat returns to his hard shaft and his words fail him as another moan forces it's way out of his throat and mouth. He can feel the cold metal arm as Edward hovers above them and that's when he realizes what's about to happen, there's a moment where everything seems to stop, like that moment just before they both set their hands down upon the white chalk in their basement to transmute their Mom.
It's as calm as it is terrifying, and it's as surreal as it is actual. This is happening, it's happening, and he groans out as it's practically painful to have these few seconds ( ... )
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Whimpering, she lowers her hands to Al's hips, holding there as she shudders. The feeling of Al inside her is a bit strange, but filling, and it almost seems like finding two pieces of a puzzle that fit together perfectly. It makes the pain worth it and she leans down, trying to catch her breath because it's been completely lost. ]
Al...
[ Another whimper as her eyes close again. For a few seconds, her body reflexively tightens around him, clenching as she grows more used to the sensation. ( ... )
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