His hands are soft, touches tender. He caresses me and holds me like I am the only thing in the world that matters to him. For all I know I just might be, after all he's gone through.
Whispering things into my ear from behind me in the way that make my toes curl, his hair brushes my cheek lightly as he loves me the way I always beg him to. Blonde hair, golden eyes. Just like mine.
It's our little secret. When it started I didn't know, not until after he changed. He didn't always look this way, you see. It was sort of a dead giveaway when his brackish hair turned blonde and his violet orbs turned gold against his own will. It was because of me that he changed, because we fell in love. It turns out that's the key to a homunculus becoming a human again. Who would have known that? But now it doesn't matter. It's much too late to turn back now. All that matters is him.
"Envy," I moaned his name as his hips rock against my ass. The feeling is familiar, and warm as he slides himself in and out. I can't help the little whimpers that escape my lips.
He kisses behind my ear, trailing his lips down my neck as he makes love to me. I only act this way with him. He calls me the greatest uke-in-denial, but behind closed doors, I'm all his.