Roy was tired. Ed knew that, but last night he was so horny and he needed to fuck him. He just had to! And Roy was hot and tight and so blissfully good…
The Fullmetal Alchemist stood in the doorway to Roy's—their—bedroom, watching the older alchemist sleep. He had known the man was exhausted, coming from a mission that took him a whole two weeks, which translated to Edward as a whole two weeks without sex.
And now his lover was sprawled across the king sized mattress, tangled up in the sheets, looking for all the world like an angel spreading his wings.
Besides the sinful mussing of his hair and the love bites littering his pale skin… a dishevelled angel, but an angel nonetheless.
All of this was mused upon by Ed as he leant on the doorframe. He could really use another go… but… Roy was so tired, and even though he was a ridiculously light sleeper, nothing in the world could wake him now.
So Ed happily ate his ice-cream sandwich with delight, since even though Roy had argued ("It's just such an impractical food, Ed…") with him over it, the Flame Alchemist ended up caving in and buying them for him anyway.
Lick. Bite. Slurp.
"AH!"
Yes, sometimes he supposed food could be just a little bit better than sex.