Log Post.
Who: Roy Mustang and Edward Elric
What: Pron. And cuddles. Yeah.
Where: Roy's house
When: Oh god. I don't even know when Floss and I started this. It's not really too time specific, but it was prolly last week sometime.
Why: Um, duh? Pron.
Also: No witnesses.
It had been a long trip, but a successful one. Edward was carrying with him five large books in the rucksack on his back that all looked quite promising, from the excerpts of each that he'd translated. He really couldn't wait to get started. Idly, he wondered if Roy had finished tying up all the loose ends concerning the project. Which made him think of Roy. And the fact that he didn't really feel like going home yet, because once he did, he'd start translating. And wouldn't stop. For a very long time.
So, instead of succumbing to his rather obsessive mania when it came to books, Edward turned his feet in the direction of Roy's house. It wasn't far, and he shifted uneasily from foot to foot as he knocked on the door. The man wasn't expecting him, after all...
Roy had finally settled down into his favourite armchair for the evening, tired after another day of paperwork and avoiding doing said paperwork until the last possible moment. He sat and watched the fire burn for a moment, soothed by the familiar sight and then picked up the book he'd had to start into as supervisor of Fullmetal's new project. He was just starting to get interested in variations on elemental structure when he heard a knock on the door. Frowning slightly, he rose and made his way over. He wasn't expecting anyone tonight. That probably meant it was one of the men with a problem, which meant a long night. Sighing quietly, he pulled his mask into place and open the door.
The blonde took note of Roy's expression and frowned, folding his arms. "You busy?" he asked, keeping his voice nonchalant. "I can always come back another night..." He'd really wanted to see the man tonight, but that cold expression was slightly disconcerting, especially now that Edward had expected he might be rid of it permanently.
Roy stood there for a moment trying to process what was going on. Instead of one of the lower servicemen stood on his doorstep, it was a rather more welcome visitor. Roy suddenly remembered he had his mask in place and wiped it for a softer expression. "You... I wasn't expecting to see you. I'm not busy," he finally said. Taken a couple of steps back, he moved to let Fullmetal into the house. "Come in, please."
A grin formed on Edward's lips, and he dusted off his clothing a bit before stepping inside. "I'm a bit grimy," he apologized. "But if I'd gone home first, I probably wouldn't have moved for a while."
A slight smile crept over Roy's face. He moved to shut the door and turned around to take a look at the young man stood in his hallway. "I've seen worse. I wasn't expecting you back so soon, or to hear from you. I'd have thought you'd be buried in a book somewhere," he replied, teasing. "I'm honoured that you'd give up precious reading time for me."
"Yes, well, I have them with me," the blonde hoisted the bag on his shoulder demonstratively; it was heavy. "And I'd hate to disappoint your expectations of me..." His cheeks were slightly flushed (why did that always seem to happen?) and he leaned in, tilting his head to press a brief kiss to Roy's lips. "I have plenty of time to read, later..." he murmured, eyes dancing.
Roy looked over in amusement as Fullmetal hefted a bag of books on his shoulder and his smile widened a fraction. Some constants were proper, after all. He noticed the tint of red in Ed's cheeks and his eyes softened a little. It was oddly charming, that he was still embarrassed by this and his actions. The kiss was a surprise, though, but definitely a welcome one. After he had recovered from a second's shock, Roy smirked in return, "Did you have other plans? Better come this way then," he said, gesturing towards the living room.
The blonde kicked his boots off and removed his overcoat before following Roy into the living room. He shook his head in answer to the man's question. "I didn't really have any plans at all, upon getting back. I just thought I'd like to see you." He took a seat on the couch, curling his legs comfortably beneath him. The bag of books was set on the floor, laid aside for something Edward was far more interested in. He couldn't take his eyes off the older man.
Roy watched as Ed moved into his living room, never taking his eyes off him as he got settled on the couch. "That's good," he replied. Roy smirked suddenly, "I think you've just gained yourself some new ones." He moved quickly over towards the couch, leaning down to catch Ed's lips in a quick, hard kiss before moving back to take a seat, right down at the other end of the couch. His eyebrow cocked in challenge as he waited for Fullmetal's next move.
Oh really... Edward bared his teeth in a soft growl, eyes narrowed slightly. Though the blonde was only recently acquainted with kissing, he was well-versed in Roy's behaviour, and he easily recognized the actions for what they were. And he never backed down from a challenge. He shifted, crawling across the couch. With only a few seconds hesitation, he crawled into Roy's lap, effectively straddling the man. "So you still decide my plans for me, Sir?" he teased quietly.
Edward was certainly full of surprises tonight. Roy wasn't quite sure where this confidence was coming from, but he was definitely enjoying it. His eyed darkened even further as Ed moved into his lap, his smirk widening almost to a full grin. "If you're going to call me 'sir' here, there will be consequences," he warned, lazily taking in the proximity. He moved a hand up to cup Edward's cheek and waited a moment.
His head tipped easily with the hand against his face, his own eyes slightly lidded as he regarded the other man. "Consequences?" Edward asked. "And what would those be, Sir?" The blonde grinned cheekily, cheerfully defiant.
Roy looked back, smirk still firmly in place as Ed replied. He was just asking for trouble, just as Roy knew he would. It would be a shame to disappoint him. "Consequences," he purred and then leant forward to take Edward's mouth in a hard kiss, eyes sliding shut.
A groan escaped his lips, only to be muffled against Roy's, and Edward wound his fingers tightly into the man's shirt at the shoulders. He was careful with the automail, though, and kissed back almost distractedly, nipping idly at Roy's lower lip. He was rather enthralled by the idea of these 'consequences'. His curiosity was second only to his temper as his worst trait, and he wanted to know what the man could possibly have in mind.
Roy deepened the kiss, carefully, wanting to draw Ed's attention away from being careful with him, and back to what they were doing. He definitely wasn't going to break, even if Ed's metal fingers squeezed a little too hard. It wasn't liked he hadn't had it rough before. It was definitely time to make Fullmetal let go of some of his inhibitions. Roy mentally smirked. He had a plan, one that should be enjoyable for both of them and help Fullmetal to relax a little. He pulled back and looked Ed straight in the eye, smirk curling around his lips, "Consequences." Roy sat back, propping himself up against the arm of the sofa and spoke again, "I have a challenge for you, Ed." He paused a moment. "Make me react."
Edward sat back as well, listening carefully, an eyebrow raised. "A challenge isn't exactly a consequence, Colonel," he remarked teasingly, reaching his hand up to the collar of Roy's shirt and dragging a finger almost shyly down the center of his chest.
Roy sat back and relaxed. Edward may think that now, but Roy was well practised in this game and it was going to take an awful lot of work for Edward to make any headway at all. Besides, he liked these sorts of consequences much better. Not to mention what they could lead to. "Do your worse, Fullmetal."
All things considered, Edward was nervous. He was remarkably good at hiding that fact behind blustering bravado, but his inexperience spoke for itself. At least experimentation was something the blonde was familiar with. His automail fingers did not stammer on a single button as he carefully opened Roy's shirt, eyes locked on the man's face, gauging, then dropped to the flesh he'd bared. The man really had a nice body for someone Edward enjoyed making old-person jokes about. With his teeth, he yanked off his left glove, dragging a finger down the sternum, tracing the path he'd followed moments before when the shirt had still been buttoned.
Roy's poker face, though a slightly softer version than the one he used in the office was firmly back in place, even as he internally blinked as Ed took the initiative and opened up his shirt. He watched, seemingly impassive as he watched the glove come off and a hand move towards him. Despite the jokes Fullmetal flung at him, he was only 34 and still in better-than-good shape. Roy sat patiently, watching and waiting to see what Ed would try next. This promised to be a very... educating experience for both of them.
The blonde couldn't help it. After pretty much growing up always seeing that face, Edward really hated seeing it. Eyes narrowed slightly, and he repeated what he'd just done, only this time he dragged nails down the other man's chest, lower, to the musculature of Roy's abdomen, digging in slightly. He might have been a bit rougher than he should have, new to touching someone this way, but hell, even discomfort would be a reaction to take away that apathetic countenance.
It was obvious from the look in Ed's eyes that his expression was not the one he was looking for. Roy held it though, but his eyes warmed just a little. "Let me make things clear, you just have to get me to make a sound." Roy voice and eyes dropped a little, "a moan, a gasp, anything." Holding Ed's eyes again, he sat back a little further to give Fullmetal room to work. The nails had definitely been interesting, and as unexpected as the other actions, but it wasn't really going to be enough. He'd wait. This was why it was a consequence, not just a challenge.
Edward licked his lips, simply glad for the slight relenting of the man's imposing expression. Keeping his eyes locked on Roy's, he shifted back, straddling Roy at the knees and nearly stretching out on top of the man. His upper body hovered a few inches above Roy's, however, and, never dropping eye contact, Edward dipped his head, licked lightly at his sternum, playful, testing the waters.
Roy eyes tracked Ed's tongue as it moved over his lips, keeping a careful watch of his movements, trying to predict what he would do next. Roy was torn between surprised and pleased as Edward shifted, and doubly so as he felt a tongue touch his skin. Roy could tell these were just initial tests, he knew how Fullmetal worked by now. The most interesting parts would come later when he finally worked himself up to the main experiment. The question was, which one of them was going to crack first?
It was difficult, not knowing whether Roy liked what he was doing or not. Though, he imagined he'd done nothing wrong yet, or he would have been informed of his misstep. He plastered a wry smirk on his lips, bending to let his tongue flicker lower, between the light curves of muscle at Roy's abs. What had he been thinking of when he'd made those jokes? Clearly he was way off.
Roy was definitely starting to enjoy this. It had been quite a while since anyone had touched him like this, bar a few nameless women, and this was infinitely better. He could feel Ed growing a little more confident, though it was never easy doing something like this when you had no responses to work off. At least it meant creativity was encouraged. The look on Fullmetal's face was telling him this could be an interesting ride.
The younger man shifted again, letting his nose brush oh, so lightly up the center of Roy's chest, before Edward buried his face in the side of the older man's throat, teeth nipping at a collarbone. Once. Testing. Tongue dragging slowly along the delicate curve a moment later. Roy's skin tasted salty and slightly of cologne or soap or something that he had used that morning, but not at all in an unpleasant way.
Roy steadied his breathing as he felt teeth and tongue on his neck. It was an effort not to move himself a little closer to Ed, to give him better access, but Roy stayed resolutely still. There was no way he was caving this early on in the proceedings. He settled back even further into the corner of the couch, comfortable and relaxed, and waited for Fullmetal to make his next move
His lips so close to Roy's throat, he felt the slight hitch in the man's breathing, and his lips curved. That was much better. Even the slightest indication gave him more confidence. Of course, he had an ace up his sleeve, but he would prefer not to have to use it. His fingers grazed slowly down Roy's side as his teeth nipped more eagerly, leaving the faintest of red marks at the base of the older man's throat, along his collarbone. He emitted the softest of growls and bit down a bit harder at Roy's shoulder; there was more muscle, more flesh to tease there.
Roy could practically feel the satisfaction coming off of Edward as he moved again. Well, it was no fun at all if Fullmetal was going to spend all his time worrying about what he was doing. This was going to be nearly enough for him to win though, and Roy simply sat back and smirked slightly as Ed's teeth moved along his collarbone. The bite on his shoulder took hi a little more by surprise, enough to twitch a little, but he held firm. The game was still in play, and Roy was determined not to react until he chose to.
Roy had far too much self-control, Edward decided. Either that, or he just wasn't being brash enough. His fingers continued their trail down the man's side, sliding around until his palm was pressed firmly against Roy's stomach muscles, fingertips just barely daring to tease their way under the waistband of his trousers. The blonde used his automail to push himself up a bit, nosed Roy's face to turn to the side, and nipped lightly along an earlobe, tongue flicking up tentatively against the cartilage.
Roy's breathing threatened to speed up as Edward's finger's moved further down, but he kept as tight a control on it as possible, avoiding making that gasp. He had to admit, he was surprised Ed was moving this fast, but it was good. He hoped it meant the blond was more comfortable with him now. The slight dip of fingertips under his waistband was definitely interesting, if a little hesitant still. He blinked slowly as teeth closed on his ear, pulling all his self control together and trying not to react.
"C'mon, Colonel..." A soft growl into Roy's ear, a mere rumble of voice, far lower than Edward's voice had any business being. "I can tell you like it..." It was pure impulse that had the blonde talking, especially in such a way. It seemed much more something the other man would do, and the tone of his voice, especially, was something borrowed, nearly predatory. A soft, pink tongue dipped once, twice into Roy's ear, light and playful. The young man's fingers, however, remained unsure, and he flexed them, fingernails biting into sensitive skin.
A single eyebrow rose on Roy's face as Edward practically purred at him. Definitely interesting. Talking was one of those that seemed to push a few of Roy's buttons. He breathing hitched ever so slightly, at the sound of Edward's voice, the words and the tongue doing all sorts of good things with his ear. Roy really didn't want to push Edward farther than he was happy to go, and the fingers around his hips were telling him that maybe they would have to end the game in the not too distant future. They had time, after all.
"No?" Edward murmured, pouting in false disappointment. He was paying the utmost attention to the other man, and had noticed the slip. "What a pity..." He grinned, lifted his right hand to his mouth to tug off his other glove, and rather suddenly pressed his cold automail hand to Roy's very warm side. It was a low blow, but Edward was impulsive, and wanted more response from Roy, more guidance, and the only way he would get that was if he ended their little game.
Roy watched with narrowed eyes as Ed pulled back a little, wondering what he was up to now. As the glove came off, he frowned slightly, and then his eyes widened a little as he finally understood. He fought back against the desire to gasp as cold metal pressed against his side, almost squashing it, but he heard it escape and sighed. Looks like that was game over then. Roy suddenly smirked, and spoke, "My turn." Moving forward, he pulled Edward towards him and caught his lips in an open-mouthed kiss, but gentler then before, teasing.
The blonde was taken by surprise by Roy's instant attack, but that kiss wasn't something he could have resisted if he'd wanted to. He snaked his left arm around the man's neck, fingers slipping up into soft hair as he returned the kiss. It was gentle, and that too surprised Edward. He'd just won a challenge; he'd been expecting something a little fiercer, for whatever reason.
Roy was definitely enjoying being able to react again. He deepened the kiss slightly, but kept it slower, teasing almost. It was always more enjoyable to feel reactions of someone who wasn't expecting what was happening to them. The hand in his hair felt good, and his own hands started to wander. Sliding his hands down Edward's back, they dipped slightly under the hemline of Ed's shirt before returning to traced patterns on his back.
A slow shiver raced up and down the blonde's spine, and he reveled in the fact that Roy seemed to know just how to touch him in order to evoke the greatest response. This was the sort of kiss that Edward had decided he liked the most of all, even though it gave the distinct air of being picked on. His own tongue curled languidly against Roy's, trying to coax more from the man even though he was enjoying himself. The younger man really sort of liked being Roy's single-minded focus, and if he was honest with himself, it had always been like that, since the age of maybe twelve or so.
Roy kept the kiss slow, gently testing, teasing, trying to see how far he could push Edward until he tried to take control again. How far he could push things at all. The touches became firmer now, sliding slowly up Ed's spine under his shirt. The finger teased slowly round his side and then upwards to pop open the button one by one. It was hardly fair if only one of them was half dressed. He pulled back from the kiss a moment to look at his handiwork. "Not bad at all."
Edward flushed with pleasure at the compliment, and he might have arched his back just a bit more than was necessary, abs standing out well-defined. He took great pride in his body, and the effort it took to stay in perfect shape; someone else noticing that effort was always appreciated. He let his left hand trail slowly along the top of Roy's shoulder, shifting his eyes from those of the other man so that he could watch the progression, the skin there smooth and perfect, unlike his own.
Roy eyes followed the arch of Edward's back, taking in the muscle that flexed there. He wondered briefly how in the hell he had managed this, before his usual self confidence kicked back in. He felt the fingers along his shoulder, the same side that Ed's automail arm was attached to. He leant forward, his hands following the path his eyes had just taken before finally leaning in to press a kiss to that shoulder, unconcerned. His tongue slid across the blond's collarbone to the hollow of his throat and he bit down lightly, teasing once more.
There had been a moment of near-panic when Roy had reached for his shoulder, the blonde tensing, turning his head to watch what Roy was doing. His spine all but melted in response to the kiss, and then the continued ministrations, and his head fell back, granting the older man better access to his throat. "How is it..." he murmured softly, his voice reverent, "that you always know exactly what to do?"
Roy carefully nipped into the hollow again before carefully moving up Edward's next with a mixture of bites and kisses until he reached his ear. Sucking gently on his earlobe, he pulled back only briefly to whisper in his ear, "I just want to know you. I'm guessing just as much as you are. Talk to me, Ed. Tell me what you want." Roy moved back to bite gently along his jaw, hand moving up to slid over the flat planes of Edward's chest, brushing very lightly over the nipples.
If Edward could have been more pliant to, eager for the other man's touches, those words certainly would have caused it, spoken so against his ear. He wrapped his arms around Roy, practically clinging to him, fingernails scraping slowly up and down his spine, trying to evoke the same kinds of responses in the other man that were occurring in himself. "I want...to be doing this somewhere more comfortable," he breathed, turning his head so that he was speaking directly into the other man's ear. "Somewhere I don't have to worry about us falling off the couch. The floor would be more convenient than this," he teased.
Roy was amazed by just how willing, how responsive and so wonderfully appealing Edward was right then, clinging to him almost. He shivered at the feel of the nails on his back, enjoying the touch. He kissed Ed's neck softly and then froze. Had he just heard what he thought he had? There were some things had really hadn't been expecting from this visit, and if he understood right, this was definitely one. He drew back a little, searching Ed's face for clue, and asked carefully, "I can think of a few places. Did you have somewhere particular in mind? The floor can be fun, but there are better options." He waited, wanting to see how the next game played out.
The blonde blinked somewhat bashfully as he was faced with the intensity of Roy's eyes. Though he wanted to avert his own, he didn't, maintaining that gaze rather fiercely. "I don't know...how much, how far..." He stumbled over the words, feeling extremely awkward actually talking about something like this, but if Roy could, then damnit, he could too. "I don't know...but I trust you and I want to be comfortable no matter what we end up doing." Pink crept up his neck, flooding his cheeks, and Edward shifted, seizing Roy's chin strangely delicately with his automail hand, leaning in to press their mouths together almost urgently, feeling all too vulnerable from what he'd just admitted.
Roy was careful, quiet. He'd let Edward finish, let him calm himself down again. He sometimes forget just how inexperienced Ed was, especially considering how fast he tended to pick up the things they had been doing. He'd think about that later though, it was a little inappropriate just at present. He blinked slightly at the touch to his chin but responded to the kiss that followed, hard and wanting, but still reassuring. There was no point in pushing anything, they had time. He pulled back and looked at Edward, trying to keep the mask off his face. He spoke quietly, trying not to scare Fullmetal off, "My room is upstairs. It's your choice." He wanted him to want this too, no matter if it was just a case of having a little more room to move.
A smile ghosted across the blonde's lips, and he shifted closer, resting his forehead against that of the older man. He couldn't help himself; he loved the fact that Roy actually let the mask fall for him, that Roy was at his most expressive when they were alone together. They...hadn't been together very long, yet, and much of that time had not even been spent in one another's presence, since Edward had had to travel back out to Ishval in search of any more information regarding their dead branch of alchemy. The blonde had not been lying, however, nor exaggerating his perception of their relationship in the slightest. He trusted the other man implicitly. "Take me to your room, Roy," he murmured softly, somehow even managing to keep the flush from his cheeks as he said it. Completely unabashed, he wanted Roy to know that he did want it.
There was a moment when Roy was sure Edward was going to say no. He fought hard not to let that show, trying not to slip into a more comfortable face despite that. It was too easy, too habitual and too deceptive. That wasn't really what he was aiming for. When Ed spoke Roy stopped for a moment, and gave him a look bordering on confused as he tried to process what the answer had actually been. He looked at Edward for a long moment, looking for any indication of doubt or hesitation and found none. Roy face spilt into one of his best, most self-satisfied smirks, and he moved quickly to press a light kiss on Edward's lips before moving to stand. He held out a hand to Ed, more smiling now than smirking, feeling slightly like he was twenty himself again. Not that it was quite the same as with Ed, but he felt almost... light. It was nice. "You coming?" he asked.
The blonde grinned and got to his feet without aid, stalking a circle around the older (and still taller) man with a decidedly predatory air. He paused behind Roy and without a word of warning or explanation, seized the shoulders of his unbuttoned shirt and pulled, dropping the article unceremoniously to the floor. "There," he grinned, running both hands up the curves and planes of Roy's back and shoulders. "Lead the way..." He was pleased with himself, and rather obviously so; it was childish behaviour, he knew, but he couldn't help himself and he leaned in to nibble at the man's shoulder blade, rather puppyish. It helped with the nervousness, at least. Which, while not overwhelming, was certainly present.
Roy smirked slightly as the offer of his hand was rejected and shivered as his back and chest were fully revealed to the elements. He didn't really care what happened to the shirt, the hands on his back were far more interesting for that to even cross his mind. He was surprised to feel teeth, but definitely interested. He'd very rarely seen this side of Ed, the more playful, more aware one who he wouldn't mind getting to know. At all. Roy slowly turned round, pulling Edward into his arms and kissing him, hard and fast and not nearly long enough for his tastes. They had time, though. He smirked again then, and purred at Ed, "Follow me, then."
A shiver raced down the blonde's spine in response to the sudden (albeit perfectly welcome) kiss, and he'd just gotten the good sense to lean into it, one arm wrapped around the older man's waist, when it was over. That purr promised more, though, and his eyes lidded lazily as he followed Roy to his bedroom. It felt as though there were wings beating in his stomach, but he ignored the slight nervousness; that had never gotten him anywhere.
Roy pushed open the door to his bedroom, holding it open for Edward to walk through after him before carefully closing it behind them. There wasn't really any need, but he felt happier with that extra wall between him and the outside world. This wasn't the moment to indulge any exhibitionist tendancies. Not yet, anyway. He moved forward to pull Edward back into his arms and gave him the kiss he'd been wanting while they were still downastairs, long and slow, tongue sliding to tease along the blond's bottom lip.
The younger man groaned, fingers clenching somewhat roughly at Roy's shoulders, clinging as if he were afraid to let go. His lips parted easily for that experienced tongue, emitting the softest of sighs into the other man's mouth. His tongue curled slowly, languidly around the invading one, though the intensity of such a slow, penetrating kiss was not something that he could prolong indefinitely. When they finally parted, Edward was shivering, panting softly. "I thought that the bed was the point of this," he teased, to distract from the effect the kiss had had on him.
Roy could feel Edward against him, tongue curling lazily around his and starting to get a little lost in just the feel of the younger man against him. When they finally pulled apart, Roy's eyes were dark and lust and determination not to push things too far. Ed wasn't exactly making that easy for him. The very mention of bed and Fullmetal in the same sentence was making his mind run far too quickly away with him. Roy reigned back his lust and smiled a little. He walked Edward backwards, waiting until he hit the bed before leaning forward to kiss the blond again, teasing, waiting.
Edward let himself be guided back, found himself against the bed, returned the kiss eagerly. However, he wasn't satisfied just standing over the bed, and let himself fall backwards onto it, pulling Roy with him. He only parted their kiss at the last moment, so that they wouldn't bump heads with the impact, and then the blonde smirked rather cheekily at the older man and latched his mouth to Roy's collarbone, nipping and sucking hungrily at the light curve of bone, not caring if he incidentally left a mark there.
Roy was being far more careful than he was with most of his lovers, no matter what sex they may have been. He was far too aware of Edward's inexperience in comparison to his own, and he really didn't want to push him into anything. No matter how tempting the teeth on his collarbone might be. Turning his mind back to the job at hand, Roy moved a hand to undo the last of the buttons of Ed's shirt, wanting to see a little more skin if nothing else, running his hands across the flat planes of the chest in front of him, a little awed that he was getting to see this at all.
Edward couldn't help but shift when his shirt was first opened, squirming ineffectively in a poorly-disguised attempt to keep his right shoulder hidden from view. At least for the moment. He had no illusions of keeping it from Roy forever, but he wasn't used to anyone looking at his body in anything more than the clinical way that an automail mechanic examined him. Slow shivers worked their way through his body, skin slightly raised with gooseflesh.
Roy's eyes narrowed slightly as Edward shifted under him, and not in the way he had been hoping for. He'd hoped they'd got past this earlier, that Roy had shown him already that the automail didn't matter to him, the scars were just there. He moved his fingers to very lightly trace the tissue near the port and pressed another few gentle kisses to it. He spoke softly, "it doesn't matter. You look so good like this, and I want to show you that. Will you let me?" He waited, trying to be patient and hoping this was going to work. It was going to be difficult otherwise.
Edward's eyes shot open, a moan startled from his throat at the feel of gentle lips against hypersensitive scar tissue. His expression was stricken, shocked he could have such a response to such a thing, but in response to the sincere words, the wonders of such an open expression from the man that had been just his commanding officer, he nodded. Trust was the most important thing they shared, and it never wavered.
Roy smiled, small as ever, old habits died very hard, but for once it was with genuine pleasure. It always surprised him just how much he appreciated Fullmetal's trust in him, perhaps because he had come to expect it from so few people. Right now, however, he had more important things to be doing. He moved slowly across the scar tissue in front of him, aware of the sensitivity and trying not to push him too far before dipping down a little to swirl his tongue around a nipple, scraping lightly with his teeth. He moved across the ridges of the chest presented to him, slow and careful, pausing to suck and bite every now and then, teasing touches. Roy was really starting to enjoy this.
Edward buried his left hand in Roy's hair, arching and panting softly with the progression of that experienced mouth. It wasn't long before he was reduced to a shuddering, softly moaning mass of blonde alchemist. His lack of experience and Roy's rather obvious surplus of it were at odds, and though he was still distinctly nervous, he decided he wanted more. "Roy..." he panted, voice reverent. I want your mouth everywhere, seemed too demanding, and he settled on, "I want more of this..."
Roy was working his way down the ridges of Edward's stomach when he heard the blond speak. He paused a minute then, halfway to shocked and looked up, sitting back a little. How much was more? His mind was supplying him with all sorts of interesting possibilities, but there was a line here and Roy didn't know where it was. Working hard not to let his hesitation into his voice, Roy asked, "Do you... know what you're asking? I need you to tell me. We have time, so. What do you want?"
Edward was perfectly aware of the fact that they had time, but hormones were harder to ignore, especially when he couldn't remember exactly from where his earlier hesitance and nervousness had stemmed. It was still there, thrumming gently in the background, desire for this man making it far more manageable. "Not...all the way," he responded carefully, his voice still thick. A flush stained his cheeks, even as he defiantly said the words. "But...more than just this. I want to see what you can do..."
Those words were swimming around in Roy's head, twisting and making it very hard to focus on anything like control. He placed the warning that he was not to push this beyond the limits set into his mind and then went back to the task at hand. His tongue returning to tracing the path it had forged down Edward's abdomen, and he nipped gently at the edge of his navel before sinking even further down, just above the waistband of Edward's trousers, wondering how much more he could get away with, how much more of Ed he could taste
A thrill raced down the blonde's spine, his hips arching faintly of their own accord seeing just how close Roy was to his growing arousal. He marked the man's hesitance, regarded him with a fierce grin that quickly crumbled into something more desperate, hungry. "You can...if you want to," he breathed, reaching down to brush fingertips slowly along the side of Roy's face. His voice quavered, not with nervousness, but with anticipation.
Roy caught Edward's eye and the grin, the need on his face nearly took his breath away. If he wanted to? Right now he couldn't think of anything else. He fairly breathed his response, fingers moving to the catch of Ed's pants, tugging it open, holding on to the last shreds of his patience, "Yes. I want you." He slid a hand forward to dip into the hollows of the blond's hips, before moving back to start to push his trousers down, wanting to see more, to get more.
The blonde lifted his hips to help the man undress him, only twitching a little when the seam at his thigh was revealed; they were both focused upon more important things, after all. Hearing Roy Mustang speak those words was something else, however, and he felt something low in his belly wrench as he stored the memory for later.
His focus being entirely on removing Ed's pants, he barely even noticed the second join of automail to flesh, instead Roy was rather stuck on the fact that the trousers were coming off and there was, all of a sudden, nothing barring his way anymore. Raising an eyebrow at Fullmetal and tucking this information away for later, Roy moved back down to tease just where Ed's waistband had sat. It was no fun if everything happened at once.
The blonde returned the raised eyebrow with a cocky smirk that he'd probably picked up from the man in the first place, but then Roy's touch had returned, and the expression faltered. Edward propped himself up on his elbows, just enough that he could gaze down at the man, eyes flicking predatorily along the light musculature of Roy's shoulders and back. Wondering what he wore under his trousers. He balanced himself on his automail arm so that he could bury left hand in Roy's hair, massaging along the man's scalp slowly.
Roy had always enjoyed wiping the cocky expression off of Edward's face, and this time it was all the more enjoyable, knowing he'd be able to do much more soon. His tongue dipped further down, along Edward's hip and onto the join of his thigh. He was close enough almost to taste Ed's cock, wanting to, wanting to hold off a little longer, tormenting them both. He nipped sharply at the skin there, moving a hand up the other side, almost brushing Ed's arousal, but not close enough to really feel. He was enjoying this.
Edward was enjoying it too, in that 'so close, yet so far away' way. His body arched and squirmed, a gasp drawn from his throat in response to the bite. It was only to be expected, from this man, of all people. Roy had always been able to drive him mad, and this was no exception. Every time a touch passed close without quite touching, the young man's cock gave an eager twitch, desperate for some form of contact that was more substantial than what he was receiving.
It was getting to be almost impossible to keep up this teasing without driving himself crazy as well, now he was so close to finally getting to really taste Ed. Moving back slightly, just to look for a moment, Roy leaned in ever-so-slightly and licked gently at the head of Ed's cock. Moving a little closer and settling himself into a more comfortable position, Roy gave on quick swipe from root to tip before sinking his mouth around the head.
The blonde had never been one for self-control well, ever, really. It was all he could do to keep still as that tantalizing mouth was put to other use. The feel of a hot tongue was new and different, something Edward thought he'd like to experience more frequently. And then he was rather rapidly engulfed and all conscious thought left him, as he forced himself not to buck or thrust himself deeper into the man's mouth.
Roy reached out a hand to steady Edward's hips, not really wanting to be choked all at once. It had been a while since he'd last done this and he knew it was best to take these things slowly anyway. Sliding a little further down, sucking gently, trying to wring some sound out of Ed, some feeling. He increased to pressure slightly, moving up and then sinking back down a little further, tasting him and still teasing, always teasing, playing his favourite kind of game.
The blonde had never been one for self-control well, ever, really. It was all he could do to keep still as that tantalizing mouth was put to other use. The feel of a hot tongue was new and different, something Edward thought he'd like to experience more frequently. And then he was rather rapidly engulfed and all conscious thought left him, as he forced himself not to buck or thrust himself deeper into the man's mouth.
Roy reached out a hand to steady Edward's hips, not really wanting to be choked all at once. It had been a while since he'd last done this and he knew it was best to take these things slowly anyway. Sliding a little further down, sucking gently, trying to wring some sound out of Ed, some feeling. He increased the pressure slightly, moving up and then sinking back down a little further, tasting him and still teasing, always teasing, playing his favourite kind of game.
Edward shivered, but managed to help Roy restrain his hips, not particularly wanting to choke the man, either. With the increased pressure, he could not but moan softly, fingers clenching, until he forced them to the coverlet rather than Roy's hair, not wanting to grip too tightly by accident. There his fingers twisted in the blanket, toes curling faintly, and a low undercurrent of soft hissing rent the room, escaping the blonde's lips. "That feels so amazing," he whispered, the words extremely forced.
Roy smirked, as well as he could manage under the circumstances and returned his focus to driving Edward mad. He pulled back up slightly, licking gently at the head, careful with his teeth now, trying to evoke some kind of response. Both of them were still trying to hold onto some kind of control, and right now he wanted nothing more than to make Edward lose all of his. Sinking back down, further than before and sucking a little harder, Roy moved a hand to gently trace across Ed's balls, seeking a little less coherence. He wanted Edward to remember this.
Well, the older man certainly got what he'd wanted, because with the combination of sensations, the blonde couldn't muffle his moan, one leg practically flailing as he struggled to keep his hips still. A little less control, and he swore he would have torn the blankets, he was clutching them so hard. Edward's eyes were reduced to slits as he gazed down at the only man so able to lose him his self-control (what little he had), his chest heaving as he whimpered and mewled in pleasure. "Please..." he whispered, embarrassed that he was so close after so little and yet not embarrassed enough not to beg.
Roy was definitely getting what he wanted now, and this flushed and writhing Edward was going to stay in his mind for a very long time. For now though, Roy could only think about the cock in his mouth, the sounds that he was finally wringing out of Ed and the chance to make him come. Begging was all well and good, in moderation but they'd both teased enough tonight. Cheeks hollowed, Roy sank down as far as he could go, moving his fingers to firmly dance across Ed's balls, wanting him to come, wanting to really, truly, finally get to taste him.
The blonde whimpered, all but thrashing as he fought to hold off, but to no avail. He climaxed with a strangled shout, his hips unable to keep from twitching slightly as he spilled into Roy's mouth. Although he was breathless and soaked with sweat, he reddened instantly when he realized what he'd done, face regretful as he gazed down at the man, not able yet to voice an apology. He hadn't expected Roy to keep sucking, and Edward would have tried to give him some sort of warning if he'd had the consciousness to think of it.
Roy could feel Edward starting to seize up, increasing the suction just that little bit more, trying to pull his orgasm out of him. He was quickly rewarded. Salty released filled his mouth and he swallowed quickly before glancing up at the blond. The expression on his face was faintly puzzling, if nothing else. The flush on his cheeks was expected, but the look on his face was not. Roy had a cold moment of shock then, wondering if he was regretting this, if he'd pushed the younger man too far. He sat back a little, face carefully expressionless without even realising what he was doing. He hated the thought that Edward was regretting any of this, and trying to work out what penance he could offer. Nothing really came to mind.
Edward's eyes rounded as he watched Roy's expression freeze, for lack of a better word. A shiver that was completely unrelated to the aftershocks of his climax ran up and down his spine. Was...was Roy really and truly upset with him for it? It had been just an accident... He scrambled quickly to his knees, his hands grasping lightly, beseechingly on those of the older man. "I'm sorry..." he mumbled, nearly pleading. "I know I should have warned you but I just wasn't thinking..."
Roy waited, not nearly as patiently as he had been earlier, looking for some signs of what Edward was thinking. He was silent when Ed finally spoken, expression not changing as he babbled in Roy's direction. It was all far too surreal. There was another pause and then Roy began to laugh. The mask crumbled as he chucked quietly to himself. They were still so determined to get each other completely wrong. He stopped, finally, taking a breath and spoke, "You... that's what was bothering you. Ed, you really don't have anything to apologise for." Roy stopped and his expression molded into something a little more seductive, "I've been wanting to taste you."
The blonde had already been fairly red, but at the sound of those words, in conjunction with that expression, and Edward was fairly certain half his body blushed, and he was forced not to look at that lazy smirk. "That's silly," he blustered loudly, as if somehow it would make him feel any less awkward yet simultaneously pleased. Lingering embarrassment wasn't enough to stop him from crawling forward, brushing their mouths together experimentally, tongue swiping carefully across the man's lower lip.
The situation was really getting to be somewhere between ridiculous and ideal. The flush had spread further down Edward's body and Roy was tempted to reach out and feel the heat of his skin, but knew Ed needed a moment before more games started. He was infinitely pleased when the blond moved forward to kiss him though. There was nothing more off putting than a lover who refused to go near someone after a blowjob. It made it seem... cheap. He kissed back gently, allowing access and sinking himself into the kiss.
Edward was nothing, if not curious, and he pushed Roy down onto his back rather eagerly, letting his tongue dip slowly into the man's mouth. He could taste himself there, mingled with something that was undeniably Roy, though how he knew that after only this short while was beyond him. A soft moan was swallowed between them, and the blonde pressed his advantage, tongue growing more confident within the soft heat of Roy's mouth. Now that he knew it had been intended, he loved the fact that the man had swallowed his climax, that the traces still remained.
Roy was a little surprised to find himself pushed down onto the bed with Fullmetal on top of him, but he was quite prepared to let the younger man play with him as he wished for now. Some part of him had forgotten the scientist at the core of Ed's being and despite it being a little odd to think of himself as a kind of experiment, it certainly made for interesting progress. His tongue curled and stroked around the intruder, teasing again, daring him to push for more. It didn't matter right now anyway. Roy expected the wave of post-coital drowsiness to hit Ed any moment now.
Maybe it would have, if Equivalent Exchange hadn't been one of the few principles that Edward cleaved to more than anything else. As he continued kissing, tasting, his left hand brushed down Roy's side hesitantly, thumb swiping low on the man's hip, testing the waters.
It was surprise that Roy felt at first, noticing the touch along his side, but it wasn't exactly something he was going to complain about. He was hard as a rock and all too aware of it, despite still being half dressed and in need of cooling off. He hadn't planned on asking anything of Edward, but who was he to deny the blond any inclination he might have. Roy smiled slightly and continued to let Ed do whatever he pleased.
Edward wasn't sure he could reciprocate what Roy had done in kind, but he was definitely going to at least return the favour. He shifted so that his body was curled languidly against the man's side, his fingers light and teasing against a firm abdomen, dancing lower to brush across a firm...something else. The blonde flushed but didn't so much as twitch, reaching back up to unfasten Roy's trousers with a flick of his wrist, working the zipper, pushing as much of the article out of the way as he could from their position.
Roy stayed fairly still as Edward shifted and settled against him, not wanting to discourage him from any explorations he wished to make. The fingers against his stomach were definitely worth staying still for. The last touch, Roy twitched slightly then, at the unexpected brush to his cock and a slight hiss escaped is mouth. He'd been wanting for quite some time now and any touch was all the more than it would have been anyway. He wondered whether to move to help Ed with his trousers, but in the end he just lay back and waited.
The blonde all but purred when he heard Roy's response to his touch, his eyes dancing mischievously up to the older man's face before he sat up, just enough to that he could grasp trousers with both hands, fingers hooking into the waistband of his underwear and tugging those as well. The only help he needed was indicated in the slight guidance for the man to lift his hips, and then he was pulling away the last of the man's clothing, eyes drinking in the sight of a fully nude Roy Mustang.
It was...something he'd never imagined he might be privileged enough to see. His left hand ghosted up from Roy's knee, as Edward reclined again, carefully draping his automail leg across the other man's thigh once his hand had returned to flat stomach. He teased back and forth, just below Roy's navel, just enjoying the texture of the man's skin, for the time being. The blonde could see how aroused his lover was, though. He wouldn't make him wait long.
Roy was very, very still at this point. He didn't dare move a muscle in case Ed somehow took that as an indication to stop. He had no hesitation about lying there naked in front of the blond, and the pressure of Ed on top of him was only serving to worsen his already aching arousal. The touches across his stomach were nice, but they really weren't what he was after at this point. If someone didn't touch his cock soon, Roy was fairly sure he was going to die of frustration. Or take care of it himself, if nothing else. Teeth gritted, Roy almost begged, "Edward. Please. I need... touch me please."
The blonde all but purred in response to the plea and, calm as anything, wrapped his hand around the man's firm length, beginning a nice relaxed pace as he stroked, humming quietly, languidly to himself. Oh, he would certainly give Roy exactly what he wanted, but it was something he was going to work up to. Partly because he always made sure to tease himself like this when he first started out. A little masochistic, perhaps, but that was hardly the point. He leaned in, pressing idle kisses to his lover's throat, swiping a thumb carelessly around the head of his cock, teasing the slit.
Roy was on the verge of going completely out of his mind. The fact that Edward was touching him at all, especially like this was very, very good, but the pace was pushing him even further into a frustrated lather. Well, turnabout was fair play, Roy thought, but right now he really didn't care. The light, teasing touches weren't enough for him to get what he wanted. He was resisting the urge to push into Edward's hand, to try to increase the friction, but this was his show now, and Roy was trying to keep hold of that fact. The bond really wasn't making it easy for him, and a low rumble jerked out of him as Ed's thumb slid across the head of his cock.
"You know? This self-control is what I always see from you," Edward murmured, tone very close to the low purr of an amused cat. "Maybe I'd like to see something else from you," he teased, thumbing the head in a circle, before increasing his pace slightly, beginning to stroke in earnest. "Don't hold back...it's less fun that way, and you know it..."
Roy was beginning to have difficulty focusing on anything anymore, let alone trying to keep hold of his well-prised self control. The increase in pace was enough to make him forget where he was, what he was supposed to be and there was nothing but Ed and Hands and Feelings and Roy really didn't care about anything else right now. He moaned low in his front, uttering quiet encouragements, pleas almost, not to stop.
That was much better, and Edward tilted his head, lips brushing against Roy's ear as he moaned softly into it, setting teeth to the lobe and worrying it affectionately. His hand worked at a pace of its own, responding to each reaction by going faster, stroking gently or more roughly depending upon the way the man's hips twitched, squeezing lightly as Roy got closer and closer, increasing the pressure to bring him to a peak.
Roy was barely aware if what he was doing anymore. He had no idea how some who claimed to be so inexperienced had managed to reduce him to nothing more than a puddle of need and lust. He wasn't even trying to hold back his moans anymore, feeling himself getting closer and closer as the rhythm changed. His breathing sped up, feeling warmth start to pool under his stomach and everything went briefly blank as he came, hard.
The blonde didn't stop until he'd milked Roy's cock of all it had to give, and he hummed with pleasure as he lifted his hand to his mouth almost shyly, cleaning his fingers with a hesitant, delicate tongue. "I could get used to that," he murmured teasingly, eyes bright and dancing as he regarded the other man.
Roy watched with shock and another shiver of arousal as Edward brought his hand up to his face and licked. His mind was going to those interesting places again. The more rational part of him reminded Roy that they had time, and plenty of it and too much at once was no fun at all. Pulling Ed closer to him, he wondered whether he needed to ask him to stay, or if the blond needed to get back. He hoped not. Sleep fogging over him, he mumbled, "Stay?"
Despite the fact that Edward was very naked, and slightly chilled now that his heart rate had calmed, that one word warmed him from head to toe. "I didn't want to go anywhere, anyway," he agreed quietly, tugging rather uselessly at the coverlet beneath them. Automail made it easier to get cold, unfortunately.
Roy was just about aware enough to realise that sleeping would probably be a better idea under the covers than on top. Shifting just enough so he could pull them out and over the air of them, he pulled Edward close to him, content and undeniably sleepy now.
Hm...this was definitely a good reason not to be the same height or taller than Roy. Edward tucked himself comfortably against the man's larger body, pillowing his cheek on warm, smooth chest, draping an arm and leg almost possessively. He was certain he'd never fallen asleep so quickly.
Roy cracked open one eye very slightly to glance down at the blond head against his chest. A small smile crept onto his face without him even realising and he whispered softly, "Goodnight, Edward," before finally giving in and sinking down into sleep.
What: Pron. And cuddles. Yeah.
Where: Roy's house
When: Oh god. I don't even know when Floss and I started this. It's not really too time specific, but it was prolly last week sometime.
Why: Um, duh? Pron.
Also: No witnesses.
It had been a long trip, but a successful one. Edward was carrying with him five large books in the rucksack on his back that all looked quite promising, from the excerpts of each that he'd translated. He really couldn't wait to get started. Idly, he wondered if Roy had finished tying up all the loose ends concerning the project. Which made him think of Roy. And the fact that he didn't really feel like going home yet, because once he did, he'd start translating. And wouldn't stop. For a very long time.
So, instead of succumbing to his rather obsessive mania when it came to books, Edward turned his feet in the direction of Roy's house. It wasn't far, and he shifted uneasily from foot to foot as he knocked on the door. The man wasn't expecting him, after all...
Roy had finally settled down into his favourite armchair for the evening, tired after another day of paperwork and avoiding doing said paperwork until the last possible moment. He sat and watched the fire burn for a moment, soothed by the familiar sight and then picked up the book he'd had to start into as supervisor of Fullmetal's new project. He was just starting to get interested in variations on elemental structure when he heard a knock on the door. Frowning slightly, he rose and made his way over. He wasn't expecting anyone tonight. That probably meant it was one of the men with a problem, which meant a long night. Sighing quietly, he pulled his mask into place and open the door.
The blonde took note of Roy's expression and frowned, folding his arms. "You busy?" he asked, keeping his voice nonchalant. "I can always come back another night..." He'd really wanted to see the man tonight, but that cold expression was slightly disconcerting, especially now that Edward had expected he might be rid of it permanently.
Roy stood there for a moment trying to process what was going on. Instead of one of the lower servicemen stood on his doorstep, it was a rather more welcome visitor. Roy suddenly remembered he had his mask in place and wiped it for a softer expression. "You... I wasn't expecting to see you. I'm not busy," he finally said. Taken a couple of steps back, he moved to let Fullmetal into the house. "Come in, please."
A grin formed on Edward's lips, and he dusted off his clothing a bit before stepping inside. "I'm a bit grimy," he apologized. "But if I'd gone home first, I probably wouldn't have moved for a while."
A slight smile crept over Roy's face. He moved to shut the door and turned around to take a look at the young man stood in his hallway. "I've seen worse. I wasn't expecting you back so soon, or to hear from you. I'd have thought you'd be buried in a book somewhere," he replied, teasing. "I'm honoured that you'd give up precious reading time for me."
"Yes, well, I have them with me," the blonde hoisted the bag on his shoulder demonstratively; it was heavy. "And I'd hate to disappoint your expectations of me..." His cheeks were slightly flushed (why did that always seem to happen?) and he leaned in, tilting his head to press a brief kiss to Roy's lips. "I have plenty of time to read, later..." he murmured, eyes dancing.
Roy looked over in amusement as Fullmetal hefted a bag of books on his shoulder and his smile widened a fraction. Some constants were proper, after all. He noticed the tint of red in Ed's cheeks and his eyes softened a little. It was oddly charming, that he was still embarrassed by this and his actions. The kiss was a surprise, though, but definitely a welcome one. After he had recovered from a second's shock, Roy smirked in return, "Did you have other plans? Better come this way then," he said, gesturing towards the living room.
The blonde kicked his boots off and removed his overcoat before following Roy into the living room. He shook his head in answer to the man's question. "I didn't really have any plans at all, upon getting back. I just thought I'd like to see you." He took a seat on the couch, curling his legs comfortably beneath him. The bag of books was set on the floor, laid aside for something Edward was far more interested in. He couldn't take his eyes off the older man.
Roy watched as Ed moved into his living room, never taking his eyes off him as he got settled on the couch. "That's good," he replied. Roy smirked suddenly, "I think you've just gained yourself some new ones." He moved quickly over towards the couch, leaning down to catch Ed's lips in a quick, hard kiss before moving back to take a seat, right down at the other end of the couch. His eyebrow cocked in challenge as he waited for Fullmetal's next move.
Oh really... Edward bared his teeth in a soft growl, eyes narrowed slightly. Though the blonde was only recently acquainted with kissing, he was well-versed in Roy's behaviour, and he easily recognized the actions for what they were. And he never backed down from a challenge. He shifted, crawling across the couch. With only a few seconds hesitation, he crawled into Roy's lap, effectively straddling the man. "So you still decide my plans for me, Sir?" he teased quietly.
Edward was certainly full of surprises tonight. Roy wasn't quite sure where this confidence was coming from, but he was definitely enjoying it. His eyed darkened even further as Ed moved into his lap, his smirk widening almost to a full grin. "If you're going to call me 'sir' here, there will be consequences," he warned, lazily taking in the proximity. He moved a hand up to cup Edward's cheek and waited a moment.
His head tipped easily with the hand against his face, his own eyes slightly lidded as he regarded the other man. "Consequences?" Edward asked. "And what would those be, Sir?" The blonde grinned cheekily, cheerfully defiant.
Roy looked back, smirk still firmly in place as Ed replied. He was just asking for trouble, just as Roy knew he would. It would be a shame to disappoint him. "Consequences," he purred and then leant forward to take Edward's mouth in a hard kiss, eyes sliding shut.
A groan escaped his lips, only to be muffled against Roy's, and Edward wound his fingers tightly into the man's shirt at the shoulders. He was careful with the automail, though, and kissed back almost distractedly, nipping idly at Roy's lower lip. He was rather enthralled by the idea of these 'consequences'. His curiosity was second only to his temper as his worst trait, and he wanted to know what the man could possibly have in mind.
Roy deepened the kiss, carefully, wanting to draw Ed's attention away from being careful with him, and back to what they were doing. He definitely wasn't going to break, even if Ed's metal fingers squeezed a little too hard. It wasn't liked he hadn't had it rough before. It was definitely time to make Fullmetal let go of some of his inhibitions. Roy mentally smirked. He had a plan, one that should be enjoyable for both of them and help Fullmetal to relax a little. He pulled back and looked Ed straight in the eye, smirk curling around his lips, "Consequences." Roy sat back, propping himself up against the arm of the sofa and spoke again, "I have a challenge for you, Ed." He paused a moment. "Make me react."
Edward sat back as well, listening carefully, an eyebrow raised. "A challenge isn't exactly a consequence, Colonel," he remarked teasingly, reaching his hand up to the collar of Roy's shirt and dragging a finger almost shyly down the center of his chest.
Roy sat back and relaxed. Edward may think that now, but Roy was well practised in this game and it was going to take an awful lot of work for Edward to make any headway at all. Besides, he liked these sorts of consequences much better. Not to mention what they could lead to. "Do your worse, Fullmetal."
All things considered, Edward was nervous. He was remarkably good at hiding that fact behind blustering bravado, but his inexperience spoke for itself. At least experimentation was something the blonde was familiar with. His automail fingers did not stammer on a single button as he carefully opened Roy's shirt, eyes locked on the man's face, gauging, then dropped to the flesh he'd bared. The man really had a nice body for someone Edward enjoyed making old-person jokes about. With his teeth, he yanked off his left glove, dragging a finger down the sternum, tracing the path he'd followed moments before when the shirt had still been buttoned.
Roy's poker face, though a slightly softer version than the one he used in the office was firmly back in place, even as he internally blinked as Ed took the initiative and opened up his shirt. He watched, seemingly impassive as he watched the glove come off and a hand move towards him. Despite the jokes Fullmetal flung at him, he was only 34 and still in better-than-good shape. Roy sat patiently, watching and waiting to see what Ed would try next. This promised to be a very... educating experience for both of them.
The blonde couldn't help it. After pretty much growing up always seeing that face, Edward really hated seeing it. Eyes narrowed slightly, and he repeated what he'd just done, only this time he dragged nails down the other man's chest, lower, to the musculature of Roy's abdomen, digging in slightly. He might have been a bit rougher than he should have, new to touching someone this way, but hell, even discomfort would be a reaction to take away that apathetic countenance.
It was obvious from the look in Ed's eyes that his expression was not the one he was looking for. Roy held it though, but his eyes warmed just a little. "Let me make things clear, you just have to get me to make a sound." Roy voice and eyes dropped a little, "a moan, a gasp, anything." Holding Ed's eyes again, he sat back a little further to give Fullmetal room to work. The nails had definitely been interesting, and as unexpected as the other actions, but it wasn't really going to be enough. He'd wait. This was why it was a consequence, not just a challenge.
Edward licked his lips, simply glad for the slight relenting of the man's imposing expression. Keeping his eyes locked on Roy's, he shifted back, straddling Roy at the knees and nearly stretching out on top of the man. His upper body hovered a few inches above Roy's, however, and, never dropping eye contact, Edward dipped his head, licked lightly at his sternum, playful, testing the waters.
Roy eyes tracked Ed's tongue as it moved over his lips, keeping a careful watch of his movements, trying to predict what he would do next. Roy was torn between surprised and pleased as Edward shifted, and doubly so as he felt a tongue touch his skin. Roy could tell these were just initial tests, he knew how Fullmetal worked by now. The most interesting parts would come later when he finally worked himself up to the main experiment. The question was, which one of them was going to crack first?
It was difficult, not knowing whether Roy liked what he was doing or not. Though, he imagined he'd done nothing wrong yet, or he would have been informed of his misstep. He plastered a wry smirk on his lips, bending to let his tongue flicker lower, between the light curves of muscle at Roy's abs. What had he been thinking of when he'd made those jokes? Clearly he was way off.
Roy was definitely starting to enjoy this. It had been quite a while since anyone had touched him like this, bar a few nameless women, and this was infinitely better. He could feel Ed growing a little more confident, though it was never easy doing something like this when you had no responses to work off. At least it meant creativity was encouraged. The look on Fullmetal's face was telling him this could be an interesting ride.
The younger man shifted again, letting his nose brush oh, so lightly up the center of Roy's chest, before Edward buried his face in the side of the older man's throat, teeth nipping at a collarbone. Once. Testing. Tongue dragging slowly along the delicate curve a moment later. Roy's skin tasted salty and slightly of cologne or soap or something that he had used that morning, but not at all in an unpleasant way.
Roy steadied his breathing as he felt teeth and tongue on his neck. It was an effort not to move himself a little closer to Ed, to give him better access, but Roy stayed resolutely still. There was no way he was caving this early on in the proceedings. He settled back even further into the corner of the couch, comfortable and relaxed, and waited for Fullmetal to make his next move
His lips so close to Roy's throat, he felt the slight hitch in the man's breathing, and his lips curved. That was much better. Even the slightest indication gave him more confidence. Of course, he had an ace up his sleeve, but he would prefer not to have to use it. His fingers grazed slowly down Roy's side as his teeth nipped more eagerly, leaving the faintest of red marks at the base of the older man's throat, along his collarbone. He emitted the softest of growls and bit down a bit harder at Roy's shoulder; there was more muscle, more flesh to tease there.
Roy could practically feel the satisfaction coming off of Edward as he moved again. Well, it was no fun at all if Fullmetal was going to spend all his time worrying about what he was doing. This was going to be nearly enough for him to win though, and Roy simply sat back and smirked slightly as Ed's teeth moved along his collarbone. The bite on his shoulder took hi a little more by surprise, enough to twitch a little, but he held firm. The game was still in play, and Roy was determined not to react until he chose to.
Roy had far too much self-control, Edward decided. Either that, or he just wasn't being brash enough. His fingers continued their trail down the man's side, sliding around until his palm was pressed firmly against Roy's stomach muscles, fingertips just barely daring to tease their way under the waistband of his trousers. The blonde used his automail to push himself up a bit, nosed Roy's face to turn to the side, and nipped lightly along an earlobe, tongue flicking up tentatively against the cartilage.
Roy's breathing threatened to speed up as Edward's finger's moved further down, but he kept as tight a control on it as possible, avoiding making that gasp. He had to admit, he was surprised Ed was moving this fast, but it was good. He hoped it meant the blond was more comfortable with him now. The slight dip of fingertips under his waistband was definitely interesting, if a little hesitant still. He blinked slowly as teeth closed on his ear, pulling all his self control together and trying not to react.
"C'mon, Colonel..." A soft growl into Roy's ear, a mere rumble of voice, far lower than Edward's voice had any business being. "I can tell you like it..." It was pure impulse that had the blonde talking, especially in such a way. It seemed much more something the other man would do, and the tone of his voice, especially, was something borrowed, nearly predatory. A soft, pink tongue dipped once, twice into Roy's ear, light and playful. The young man's fingers, however, remained unsure, and he flexed them, fingernails biting into sensitive skin.
A single eyebrow rose on Roy's face as Edward practically purred at him. Definitely interesting. Talking was one of those that seemed to push a few of Roy's buttons. He breathing hitched ever so slightly, at the sound of Edward's voice, the words and the tongue doing all sorts of good things with his ear. Roy really didn't want to push Edward farther than he was happy to go, and the fingers around his hips were telling him that maybe they would have to end the game in the not too distant future. They had time, after all.
"No?" Edward murmured, pouting in false disappointment. He was paying the utmost attention to the other man, and had noticed the slip. "What a pity..." He grinned, lifted his right hand to his mouth to tug off his other glove, and rather suddenly pressed his cold automail hand to Roy's very warm side. It was a low blow, but Edward was impulsive, and wanted more response from Roy, more guidance, and the only way he would get that was if he ended their little game.
Roy watched with narrowed eyes as Ed pulled back a little, wondering what he was up to now. As the glove came off, he frowned slightly, and then his eyes widened a little as he finally understood. He fought back against the desire to gasp as cold metal pressed against his side, almost squashing it, but he heard it escape and sighed. Looks like that was game over then. Roy suddenly smirked, and spoke, "My turn." Moving forward, he pulled Edward towards him and caught his lips in an open-mouthed kiss, but gentler then before, teasing.
The blonde was taken by surprise by Roy's instant attack, but that kiss wasn't something he could have resisted if he'd wanted to. He snaked his left arm around the man's neck, fingers slipping up into soft hair as he returned the kiss. It was gentle, and that too surprised Edward. He'd just won a challenge; he'd been expecting something a little fiercer, for whatever reason.
Roy was definitely enjoying being able to react again. He deepened the kiss slightly, but kept it slower, teasing almost. It was always more enjoyable to feel reactions of someone who wasn't expecting what was happening to them. The hand in his hair felt good, and his own hands started to wander. Sliding his hands down Edward's back, they dipped slightly under the hemline of Ed's shirt before returning to traced patterns on his back.
A slow shiver raced up and down the blonde's spine, and he reveled in the fact that Roy seemed to know just how to touch him in order to evoke the greatest response. This was the sort of kiss that Edward had decided he liked the most of all, even though it gave the distinct air of being picked on. His own tongue curled languidly against Roy's, trying to coax more from the man even though he was enjoying himself. The younger man really sort of liked being Roy's single-minded focus, and if he was honest with himself, it had always been like that, since the age of maybe twelve or so.
Roy kept the kiss slow, gently testing, teasing, trying to see how far he could push Edward until he tried to take control again. How far he could push things at all. The touches became firmer now, sliding slowly up Ed's spine under his shirt. The finger teased slowly round his side and then upwards to pop open the button one by one. It was hardly fair if only one of them was half dressed. He pulled back from the kiss a moment to look at his handiwork. "Not bad at all."
Edward flushed with pleasure at the compliment, and he might have arched his back just a bit more than was necessary, abs standing out well-defined. He took great pride in his body, and the effort it took to stay in perfect shape; someone else noticing that effort was always appreciated. He let his left hand trail slowly along the top of Roy's shoulder, shifting his eyes from those of the other man so that he could watch the progression, the skin there smooth and perfect, unlike his own.
Roy eyes followed the arch of Edward's back, taking in the muscle that flexed there. He wondered briefly how in the hell he had managed this, before his usual self confidence kicked back in. He felt the fingers along his shoulder, the same side that Ed's automail arm was attached to. He leant forward, his hands following the path his eyes had just taken before finally leaning in to press a kiss to that shoulder, unconcerned. His tongue slid across the blond's collarbone to the hollow of his throat and he bit down lightly, teasing once more.
There had been a moment of near-panic when Roy had reached for his shoulder, the blonde tensing, turning his head to watch what Roy was doing. His spine all but melted in response to the kiss, and then the continued ministrations, and his head fell back, granting the older man better access to his throat. "How is it..." he murmured softly, his voice reverent, "that you always know exactly what to do?"
Roy carefully nipped into the hollow again before carefully moving up Edward's next with a mixture of bites and kisses until he reached his ear. Sucking gently on his earlobe, he pulled back only briefly to whisper in his ear, "I just want to know you. I'm guessing just as much as you are. Talk to me, Ed. Tell me what you want." Roy moved back to bite gently along his jaw, hand moving up to slid over the flat planes of Edward's chest, brushing very lightly over the nipples.
If Edward could have been more pliant to, eager for the other man's touches, those words certainly would have caused it, spoken so against his ear. He wrapped his arms around Roy, practically clinging to him, fingernails scraping slowly up and down his spine, trying to evoke the same kinds of responses in the other man that were occurring in himself. "I want...to be doing this somewhere more comfortable," he breathed, turning his head so that he was speaking directly into the other man's ear. "Somewhere I don't have to worry about us falling off the couch. The floor would be more convenient than this," he teased.
Roy was amazed by just how willing, how responsive and so wonderfully appealing Edward was right then, clinging to him almost. He shivered at the feel of the nails on his back, enjoying the touch. He kissed Ed's neck softly and then froze. Had he just heard what he thought he had? There were some things had really hadn't been expecting from this visit, and if he understood right, this was definitely one. He drew back a little, searching Ed's face for clue, and asked carefully, "I can think of a few places. Did you have somewhere particular in mind? The floor can be fun, but there are better options." He waited, wanting to see how the next game played out.
The blonde blinked somewhat bashfully as he was faced with the intensity of Roy's eyes. Though he wanted to avert his own, he didn't, maintaining that gaze rather fiercely. "I don't know...how much, how far..." He stumbled over the words, feeling extremely awkward actually talking about something like this, but if Roy could, then damnit, he could too. "I don't know...but I trust you and I want to be comfortable no matter what we end up doing." Pink crept up his neck, flooding his cheeks, and Edward shifted, seizing Roy's chin strangely delicately with his automail hand, leaning in to press their mouths together almost urgently, feeling all too vulnerable from what he'd just admitted.
Roy was careful, quiet. He'd let Edward finish, let him calm himself down again. He sometimes forget just how inexperienced Ed was, especially considering how fast he tended to pick up the things they had been doing. He'd think about that later though, it was a little inappropriate just at present. He blinked slightly at the touch to his chin but responded to the kiss that followed, hard and wanting, but still reassuring. There was no point in pushing anything, they had time. He pulled back and looked at Edward, trying to keep the mask off his face. He spoke quietly, trying not to scare Fullmetal off, "My room is upstairs. It's your choice." He wanted him to want this too, no matter if it was just a case of having a little more room to move.
A smile ghosted across the blonde's lips, and he shifted closer, resting his forehead against that of the older man. He couldn't help himself; he loved the fact that Roy actually let the mask fall for him, that Roy was at his most expressive when they were alone together. They...hadn't been together very long, yet, and much of that time had not even been spent in one another's presence, since Edward had had to travel back out to Ishval in search of any more information regarding their dead branch of alchemy. The blonde had not been lying, however, nor exaggerating his perception of their relationship in the slightest. He trusted the other man implicitly. "Take me to your room, Roy," he murmured softly, somehow even managing to keep the flush from his cheeks as he said it. Completely unabashed, he wanted Roy to know that he did want it.
There was a moment when Roy was sure Edward was going to say no. He fought hard not to let that show, trying not to slip into a more comfortable face despite that. It was too easy, too habitual and too deceptive. That wasn't really what he was aiming for. When Ed spoke Roy stopped for a moment, and gave him a look bordering on confused as he tried to process what the answer had actually been. He looked at Edward for a long moment, looking for any indication of doubt or hesitation and found none. Roy face spilt into one of his best, most self-satisfied smirks, and he moved quickly to press a light kiss on Edward's lips before moving to stand. He held out a hand to Ed, more smiling now than smirking, feeling slightly like he was twenty himself again. Not that it was quite the same as with Ed, but he felt almost... light. It was nice. "You coming?" he asked.
The blonde grinned and got to his feet without aid, stalking a circle around the older (and still taller) man with a decidedly predatory air. He paused behind Roy and without a word of warning or explanation, seized the shoulders of his unbuttoned shirt and pulled, dropping the article unceremoniously to the floor. "There," he grinned, running both hands up the curves and planes of Roy's back and shoulders. "Lead the way..." He was pleased with himself, and rather obviously so; it was childish behaviour, he knew, but he couldn't help himself and he leaned in to nibble at the man's shoulder blade, rather puppyish. It helped with the nervousness, at least. Which, while not overwhelming, was certainly present.
Roy smirked slightly as the offer of his hand was rejected and shivered as his back and chest were fully revealed to the elements. He didn't really care what happened to the shirt, the hands on his back were far more interesting for that to even cross his mind. He was surprised to feel teeth, but definitely interested. He'd very rarely seen this side of Ed, the more playful, more aware one who he wouldn't mind getting to know. At all. Roy slowly turned round, pulling Edward into his arms and kissing him, hard and fast and not nearly long enough for his tastes. They had time, though. He smirked again then, and purred at Ed, "Follow me, then."
A shiver raced down the blonde's spine in response to the sudden (albeit perfectly welcome) kiss, and he'd just gotten the good sense to lean into it, one arm wrapped around the older man's waist, when it was over. That purr promised more, though, and his eyes lidded lazily as he followed Roy to his bedroom. It felt as though there were wings beating in his stomach, but he ignored the slight nervousness; that had never gotten him anywhere.
Roy pushed open the door to his bedroom, holding it open for Edward to walk through after him before carefully closing it behind them. There wasn't really any need, but he felt happier with that extra wall between him and the outside world. This wasn't the moment to indulge any exhibitionist tendancies. Not yet, anyway. He moved forward to pull Edward back into his arms and gave him the kiss he'd been wanting while they were still downastairs, long and slow, tongue sliding to tease along the blond's bottom lip.
The younger man groaned, fingers clenching somewhat roughly at Roy's shoulders, clinging as if he were afraid to let go. His lips parted easily for that experienced tongue, emitting the softest of sighs into the other man's mouth. His tongue curled slowly, languidly around the invading one, though the intensity of such a slow, penetrating kiss was not something that he could prolong indefinitely. When they finally parted, Edward was shivering, panting softly. "I thought that the bed was the point of this," he teased, to distract from the effect the kiss had had on him.
Roy could feel Edward against him, tongue curling lazily around his and starting to get a little lost in just the feel of the younger man against him. When they finally pulled apart, Roy's eyes were dark and lust and determination not to push things too far. Ed wasn't exactly making that easy for him. The very mention of bed and Fullmetal in the same sentence was making his mind run far too quickly away with him. Roy reigned back his lust and smiled a little. He walked Edward backwards, waiting until he hit the bed before leaning forward to kiss the blond again, teasing, waiting.
Edward let himself be guided back, found himself against the bed, returned the kiss eagerly. However, he wasn't satisfied just standing over the bed, and let himself fall backwards onto it, pulling Roy with him. He only parted their kiss at the last moment, so that they wouldn't bump heads with the impact, and then the blonde smirked rather cheekily at the older man and latched his mouth to Roy's collarbone, nipping and sucking hungrily at the light curve of bone, not caring if he incidentally left a mark there.
Roy was being far more careful than he was with most of his lovers, no matter what sex they may have been. He was far too aware of Edward's inexperience in comparison to his own, and he really didn't want to push him into anything. No matter how tempting the teeth on his collarbone might be. Turning his mind back to the job at hand, Roy moved a hand to undo the last of the buttons of Ed's shirt, wanting to see a little more skin if nothing else, running his hands across the flat planes of the chest in front of him, a little awed that he was getting to see this at all.
Edward couldn't help but shift when his shirt was first opened, squirming ineffectively in a poorly-disguised attempt to keep his right shoulder hidden from view. At least for the moment. He had no illusions of keeping it from Roy forever, but he wasn't used to anyone looking at his body in anything more than the clinical way that an automail mechanic examined him. Slow shivers worked their way through his body, skin slightly raised with gooseflesh.
Roy's eyes narrowed slightly as Edward shifted under him, and not in the way he had been hoping for. He'd hoped they'd got past this earlier, that Roy had shown him already that the automail didn't matter to him, the scars were just there. He moved his fingers to very lightly trace the tissue near the port and pressed another few gentle kisses to it. He spoke softly, "it doesn't matter. You look so good like this, and I want to show you that. Will you let me?" He waited, trying to be patient and hoping this was going to work. It was going to be difficult otherwise.
Edward's eyes shot open, a moan startled from his throat at the feel of gentle lips against hypersensitive scar tissue. His expression was stricken, shocked he could have such a response to such a thing, but in response to the sincere words, the wonders of such an open expression from the man that had been just his commanding officer, he nodded. Trust was the most important thing they shared, and it never wavered.
Roy smiled, small as ever, old habits died very hard, but for once it was with genuine pleasure. It always surprised him just how much he appreciated Fullmetal's trust in him, perhaps because he had come to expect it from so few people. Right now, however, he had more important things to be doing. He moved slowly across the scar tissue in front of him, aware of the sensitivity and trying not to push him too far before dipping down a little to swirl his tongue around a nipple, scraping lightly with his teeth. He moved across the ridges of the chest presented to him, slow and careful, pausing to suck and bite every now and then, teasing touches. Roy was really starting to enjoy this.
Edward buried his left hand in Roy's hair, arching and panting softly with the progression of that experienced mouth. It wasn't long before he was reduced to a shuddering, softly moaning mass of blonde alchemist. His lack of experience and Roy's rather obvious surplus of it were at odds, and though he was still distinctly nervous, he decided he wanted more. "Roy..." he panted, voice reverent. I want your mouth everywhere, seemed too demanding, and he settled on, "I want more of this..."
Roy was working his way down the ridges of Edward's stomach when he heard the blond speak. He paused a minute then, halfway to shocked and looked up, sitting back a little. How much was more? His mind was supplying him with all sorts of interesting possibilities, but there was a line here and Roy didn't know where it was. Working hard not to let his hesitation into his voice, Roy asked, "Do you... know what you're asking? I need you to tell me. We have time, so. What do you want?"
Edward was perfectly aware of the fact that they had time, but hormones were harder to ignore, especially when he couldn't remember exactly from where his earlier hesitance and nervousness had stemmed. It was still there, thrumming gently in the background, desire for this man making it far more manageable. "Not...all the way," he responded carefully, his voice still thick. A flush stained his cheeks, even as he defiantly said the words. "But...more than just this. I want to see what you can do..."
Those words were swimming around in Roy's head, twisting and making it very hard to focus on anything like control. He placed the warning that he was not to push this beyond the limits set into his mind and then went back to the task at hand. His tongue returning to tracing the path it had forged down Edward's abdomen, and he nipped gently at the edge of his navel before sinking even further down, just above the waistband of Edward's trousers, wondering how much more he could get away with, how much more of Ed he could taste
A thrill raced down the blonde's spine, his hips arching faintly of their own accord seeing just how close Roy was to his growing arousal. He marked the man's hesitance, regarded him with a fierce grin that quickly crumbled into something more desperate, hungry. "You can...if you want to," he breathed, reaching down to brush fingertips slowly along the side of Roy's face. His voice quavered, not with nervousness, but with anticipation.
Roy caught Edward's eye and the grin, the need on his face nearly took his breath away. If he wanted to? Right now he couldn't think of anything else. He fairly breathed his response, fingers moving to the catch of Ed's pants, tugging it open, holding on to the last shreds of his patience, "Yes. I want you." He slid a hand forward to dip into the hollows of the blond's hips, before moving back to start to push his trousers down, wanting to see more, to get more.
The blonde lifted his hips to help the man undress him, only twitching a little when the seam at his thigh was revealed; they were both focused upon more important things, after all. Hearing Roy Mustang speak those words was something else, however, and he felt something low in his belly wrench as he stored the memory for later.
His focus being entirely on removing Ed's pants, he barely even noticed the second join of automail to flesh, instead Roy was rather stuck on the fact that the trousers were coming off and there was, all of a sudden, nothing barring his way anymore. Raising an eyebrow at Fullmetal and tucking this information away for later, Roy moved back down to tease just where Ed's waistband had sat. It was no fun if everything happened at once.
The blonde returned the raised eyebrow with a cocky smirk that he'd probably picked up from the man in the first place, but then Roy's touch had returned, and the expression faltered. Edward propped himself up on his elbows, just enough that he could gaze down at the man, eyes flicking predatorily along the light musculature of Roy's shoulders and back. Wondering what he wore under his trousers. He balanced himself on his automail arm so that he could bury left hand in Roy's hair, massaging along the man's scalp slowly.
Roy had always enjoyed wiping the cocky expression off of Edward's face, and this time it was all the more enjoyable, knowing he'd be able to do much more soon. His tongue dipped further down, along Edward's hip and onto the join of his thigh. He was close enough almost to taste Ed's cock, wanting to, wanting to hold off a little longer, tormenting them both. He nipped sharply at the skin there, moving a hand up the other side, almost brushing Ed's arousal, but not close enough to really feel. He was enjoying this.
Edward was enjoying it too, in that 'so close, yet so far away' way. His body arched and squirmed, a gasp drawn from his throat in response to the bite. It was only to be expected, from this man, of all people. Roy had always been able to drive him mad, and this was no exception. Every time a touch passed close without quite touching, the young man's cock gave an eager twitch, desperate for some form of contact that was more substantial than what he was receiving.
It was getting to be almost impossible to keep up this teasing without driving himself crazy as well, now he was so close to finally getting to really taste Ed. Moving back slightly, just to look for a moment, Roy leaned in ever-so-slightly and licked gently at the head of Ed's cock. Moving a little closer and settling himself into a more comfortable position, Roy gave on quick swipe from root to tip before sinking his mouth around the head.
The blonde had never been one for self-control well, ever, really. It was all he could do to keep still as that tantalizing mouth was put to other use. The feel of a hot tongue was new and different, something Edward thought he'd like to experience more frequently. And then he was rather rapidly engulfed and all conscious thought left him, as he forced himself not to buck or thrust himself deeper into the man's mouth.
Roy reached out a hand to steady Edward's hips, not really wanting to be choked all at once. It had been a while since he'd last done this and he knew it was best to take these things slowly anyway. Sliding a little further down, sucking gently, trying to wring some sound out of Ed, some feeling. He increased to pressure slightly, moving up and then sinking back down a little further, tasting him and still teasing, always teasing, playing his favourite kind of game.
The blonde had never been one for self-control well, ever, really. It was all he could do to keep still as that tantalizing mouth was put to other use. The feel of a hot tongue was new and different, something Edward thought he'd like to experience more frequently. And then he was rather rapidly engulfed and all conscious thought left him, as he forced himself not to buck or thrust himself deeper into the man's mouth.
Roy reached out a hand to steady Edward's hips, not really wanting to be choked all at once. It had been a while since he'd last done this and he knew it was best to take these things slowly anyway. Sliding a little further down, sucking gently, trying to wring some sound out of Ed, some feeling. He increased the pressure slightly, moving up and then sinking back down a little further, tasting him and still teasing, always teasing, playing his favourite kind of game.
Edward shivered, but managed to help Roy restrain his hips, not particularly wanting to choke the man, either. With the increased pressure, he could not but moan softly, fingers clenching, until he forced them to the coverlet rather than Roy's hair, not wanting to grip too tightly by accident. There his fingers twisted in the blanket, toes curling faintly, and a low undercurrent of soft hissing rent the room, escaping the blonde's lips. "That feels so amazing," he whispered, the words extremely forced.
Roy smirked, as well as he could manage under the circumstances and returned his focus to driving Edward mad. He pulled back up slightly, licking gently at the head, careful with his teeth now, trying to evoke some kind of response. Both of them were still trying to hold onto some kind of control, and right now he wanted nothing more than to make Edward lose all of his. Sinking back down, further than before and sucking a little harder, Roy moved a hand to gently trace across Ed's balls, seeking a little less coherence. He wanted Edward to remember this.
Well, the older man certainly got what he'd wanted, because with the combination of sensations, the blonde couldn't muffle his moan, one leg practically flailing as he struggled to keep his hips still. A little less control, and he swore he would have torn the blankets, he was clutching them so hard. Edward's eyes were reduced to slits as he gazed down at the only man so able to lose him his self-control (what little he had), his chest heaving as he whimpered and mewled in pleasure. "Please..." he whispered, embarrassed that he was so close after so little and yet not embarrassed enough not to beg.
Roy was definitely getting what he wanted now, and this flushed and writhing Edward was going to stay in his mind for a very long time. For now though, Roy could only think about the cock in his mouth, the sounds that he was finally wringing out of Ed and the chance to make him come. Begging was all well and good, in moderation but they'd both teased enough tonight. Cheeks hollowed, Roy sank down as far as he could go, moving his fingers to firmly dance across Ed's balls, wanting him to come, wanting to really, truly, finally get to taste him.
The blonde whimpered, all but thrashing as he fought to hold off, but to no avail. He climaxed with a strangled shout, his hips unable to keep from twitching slightly as he spilled into Roy's mouth. Although he was breathless and soaked with sweat, he reddened instantly when he realized what he'd done, face regretful as he gazed down at the man, not able yet to voice an apology. He hadn't expected Roy to keep sucking, and Edward would have tried to give him some sort of warning if he'd had the consciousness to think of it.
Roy could feel Edward starting to seize up, increasing the suction just that little bit more, trying to pull his orgasm out of him. He was quickly rewarded. Salty released filled his mouth and he swallowed quickly before glancing up at the blond. The expression on his face was faintly puzzling, if nothing else. The flush on his cheeks was expected, but the look on his face was not. Roy had a cold moment of shock then, wondering if he was regretting this, if he'd pushed the younger man too far. He sat back a little, face carefully expressionless without even realising what he was doing. He hated the thought that Edward was regretting any of this, and trying to work out what penance he could offer. Nothing really came to mind.
Edward's eyes rounded as he watched Roy's expression freeze, for lack of a better word. A shiver that was completely unrelated to the aftershocks of his climax ran up and down his spine. Was...was Roy really and truly upset with him for it? It had been just an accident... He scrambled quickly to his knees, his hands grasping lightly, beseechingly on those of the older man. "I'm sorry..." he mumbled, nearly pleading. "I know I should have warned you but I just wasn't thinking..."
Roy waited, not nearly as patiently as he had been earlier, looking for some signs of what Edward was thinking. He was silent when Ed finally spoken, expression not changing as he babbled in Roy's direction. It was all far too surreal. There was another pause and then Roy began to laugh. The mask crumbled as he chucked quietly to himself. They were still so determined to get each other completely wrong. He stopped, finally, taking a breath and spoke, "You... that's what was bothering you. Ed, you really don't have anything to apologise for." Roy stopped and his expression molded into something a little more seductive, "I've been wanting to taste you."
The blonde had already been fairly red, but at the sound of those words, in conjunction with that expression, and Edward was fairly certain half his body blushed, and he was forced not to look at that lazy smirk. "That's silly," he blustered loudly, as if somehow it would make him feel any less awkward yet simultaneously pleased. Lingering embarrassment wasn't enough to stop him from crawling forward, brushing their mouths together experimentally, tongue swiping carefully across the man's lower lip.
The situation was really getting to be somewhere between ridiculous and ideal. The flush had spread further down Edward's body and Roy was tempted to reach out and feel the heat of his skin, but knew Ed needed a moment before more games started. He was infinitely pleased when the blond moved forward to kiss him though. There was nothing more off putting than a lover who refused to go near someone after a blowjob. It made it seem... cheap. He kissed back gently, allowing access and sinking himself into the kiss.
Edward was nothing, if not curious, and he pushed Roy down onto his back rather eagerly, letting his tongue dip slowly into the man's mouth. He could taste himself there, mingled with something that was undeniably Roy, though how he knew that after only this short while was beyond him. A soft moan was swallowed between them, and the blonde pressed his advantage, tongue growing more confident within the soft heat of Roy's mouth. Now that he knew it had been intended, he loved the fact that the man had swallowed his climax, that the traces still remained.
Roy was a little surprised to find himself pushed down onto the bed with Fullmetal on top of him, but he was quite prepared to let the younger man play with him as he wished for now. Some part of him had forgotten the scientist at the core of Ed's being and despite it being a little odd to think of himself as a kind of experiment, it certainly made for interesting progress. His tongue curled and stroked around the intruder, teasing again, daring him to push for more. It didn't matter right now anyway. Roy expected the wave of post-coital drowsiness to hit Ed any moment now.
Maybe it would have, if Equivalent Exchange hadn't been one of the few principles that Edward cleaved to more than anything else. As he continued kissing, tasting, his left hand brushed down Roy's side hesitantly, thumb swiping low on the man's hip, testing the waters.
It was surprise that Roy felt at first, noticing the touch along his side, but it wasn't exactly something he was going to complain about. He was hard as a rock and all too aware of it, despite still being half dressed and in need of cooling off. He hadn't planned on asking anything of Edward, but who was he to deny the blond any inclination he might have. Roy smiled slightly and continued to let Ed do whatever he pleased.
Edward wasn't sure he could reciprocate what Roy had done in kind, but he was definitely going to at least return the favour. He shifted so that his body was curled languidly against the man's side, his fingers light and teasing against a firm abdomen, dancing lower to brush across a firm...something else. The blonde flushed but didn't so much as twitch, reaching back up to unfasten Roy's trousers with a flick of his wrist, working the zipper, pushing as much of the article out of the way as he could from their position.
Roy stayed fairly still as Edward shifted and settled against him, not wanting to discourage him from any explorations he wished to make. The fingers against his stomach were definitely worth staying still for. The last touch, Roy twitched slightly then, at the unexpected brush to his cock and a slight hiss escaped is mouth. He'd been wanting for quite some time now and any touch was all the more than it would have been anyway. He wondered whether to move to help Ed with his trousers, but in the end he just lay back and waited.
The blonde all but purred when he heard Roy's response to his touch, his eyes dancing mischievously up to the older man's face before he sat up, just enough to that he could grasp trousers with both hands, fingers hooking into the waistband of his underwear and tugging those as well. The only help he needed was indicated in the slight guidance for the man to lift his hips, and then he was pulling away the last of the man's clothing, eyes drinking in the sight of a fully nude Roy Mustang.
It was...something he'd never imagined he might be privileged enough to see. His left hand ghosted up from Roy's knee, as Edward reclined again, carefully draping his automail leg across the other man's thigh once his hand had returned to flat stomach. He teased back and forth, just below Roy's navel, just enjoying the texture of the man's skin, for the time being. The blonde could see how aroused his lover was, though. He wouldn't make him wait long.
Roy was very, very still at this point. He didn't dare move a muscle in case Ed somehow took that as an indication to stop. He had no hesitation about lying there naked in front of the blond, and the pressure of Ed on top of him was only serving to worsen his already aching arousal. The touches across his stomach were nice, but they really weren't what he was after at this point. If someone didn't touch his cock soon, Roy was fairly sure he was going to die of frustration. Or take care of it himself, if nothing else. Teeth gritted, Roy almost begged, "Edward. Please. I need... touch me please."
The blonde all but purred in response to the plea and, calm as anything, wrapped his hand around the man's firm length, beginning a nice relaxed pace as he stroked, humming quietly, languidly to himself. Oh, he would certainly give Roy exactly what he wanted, but it was something he was going to work up to. Partly because he always made sure to tease himself like this when he first started out. A little masochistic, perhaps, but that was hardly the point. He leaned in, pressing idle kisses to his lover's throat, swiping a thumb carelessly around the head of his cock, teasing the slit.
Roy was on the verge of going completely out of his mind. The fact that Edward was touching him at all, especially like this was very, very good, but the pace was pushing him even further into a frustrated lather. Well, turnabout was fair play, Roy thought, but right now he really didn't care. The light, teasing touches weren't enough for him to get what he wanted. He was resisting the urge to push into Edward's hand, to try to increase the friction, but this was his show now, and Roy was trying to keep hold of that fact. The bond really wasn't making it easy for him, and a low rumble jerked out of him as Ed's thumb slid across the head of his cock.
"You know? This self-control is what I always see from you," Edward murmured, tone very close to the low purr of an amused cat. "Maybe I'd like to see something else from you," he teased, thumbing the head in a circle, before increasing his pace slightly, beginning to stroke in earnest. "Don't hold back...it's less fun that way, and you know it..."
Roy was beginning to have difficulty focusing on anything anymore, let alone trying to keep hold of his well-prised self control. The increase in pace was enough to make him forget where he was, what he was supposed to be and there was nothing but Ed and Hands and Feelings and Roy really didn't care about anything else right now. He moaned low in his front, uttering quiet encouragements, pleas almost, not to stop.
That was much better, and Edward tilted his head, lips brushing against Roy's ear as he moaned softly into it, setting teeth to the lobe and worrying it affectionately. His hand worked at a pace of its own, responding to each reaction by going faster, stroking gently or more roughly depending upon the way the man's hips twitched, squeezing lightly as Roy got closer and closer, increasing the pressure to bring him to a peak.
Roy was barely aware if what he was doing anymore. He had no idea how some who claimed to be so inexperienced had managed to reduce him to nothing more than a puddle of need and lust. He wasn't even trying to hold back his moans anymore, feeling himself getting closer and closer as the rhythm changed. His breathing sped up, feeling warmth start to pool under his stomach and everything went briefly blank as he came, hard.
The blonde didn't stop until he'd milked Roy's cock of all it had to give, and he hummed with pleasure as he lifted his hand to his mouth almost shyly, cleaning his fingers with a hesitant, delicate tongue. "I could get used to that," he murmured teasingly, eyes bright and dancing as he regarded the other man.
Roy watched with shock and another shiver of arousal as Edward brought his hand up to his face and licked. His mind was going to those interesting places again. The more rational part of him reminded Roy that they had time, and plenty of it and too much at once was no fun at all. Pulling Ed closer to him, he wondered whether he needed to ask him to stay, or if the blond needed to get back. He hoped not. Sleep fogging over him, he mumbled, "Stay?"
Despite the fact that Edward was very naked, and slightly chilled now that his heart rate had calmed, that one word warmed him from head to toe. "I didn't want to go anywhere, anyway," he agreed quietly, tugging rather uselessly at the coverlet beneath them. Automail made it easier to get cold, unfortunately.
Roy was just about aware enough to realise that sleeping would probably be a better idea under the covers than on top. Shifting just enough so he could pull them out and over the air of them, he pulled Edward close to him, content and undeniably sleepy now.
Hm...this was definitely a good reason not to be the same height or taller than Roy. Edward tucked himself comfortably against the man's larger body, pillowing his cheek on warm, smooth chest, draping an arm and leg almost possessively. He was certain he'd never fallen asleep so quickly.
Roy cracked open one eye very slightly to glance down at the blond head against his chest. A small smile crept onto his face without him even realising and he whispered softly, "Goodnight, Edward," before finally giving in and sinking down into sleep.