Ed sighed in contentment. Three months ago he would have told you he wasn't interested in cuddling after sex. He wasn't interested in cuddling period, but after having Winry draped all over him once in all their after sex glory the act had been black-listed as something unpleasant, not to mention highly uncomfortable.
Until Roy. Now here he was three hours after a very satisfying romp in the sheets still entangled with the man. Roy was currently doing something with his fingers and tongue on Ed's lower stomach and Ed didn't mind one bit.
"Mmmm, that feels really good. Don't stop"
"You've regained your powers of speech I see." Roy quipped. "Anyway, I have to stop because I'm done." And with that the fingers and tongue disappeared.
Ed's eyes popped open at the sudden absence and he saw that what he'd thought were Roy's fingers and tongue was actually a tube. Filled with henna paste. Meaning whatever had just been done to Ed wasn't going to be gone anytime soon.
"What the hell did you do?!" Ed cried sitting up.
"Hmm? Oh, well you were turned to goop and I was restless. Did I ever tell you I used to sketch as a kid? I wanted to be an artist but then reality forced me to admit I just wasn't good enough. You like?" Roy said gesturing down to his handiwork. Right there on the bottom left section of his six-pack was a horse, or rather a mustang, with precisely that word written under it in intricate cursive.
"It's awful! And permanent!"
Roy got a hurt look in his eyes and if Ed didn't know him he would've believed it was genuine, but as it was he knew the bastard was probably feeling very smug at the moment. "It isn't permanent." Roy huffed, "It's henna. It'll go away in a couple of weeks. Besides, if it bothers you that much then I'm sorry."
And Ed would've been delightedly surprised to receive an apology from the Colonel…if it weren't for the man's eyes. Had Ed's wits been where they were supposed to be he might've thought they had the look of a predator, but as it was all rational thoughts deserted him as Mustang crawled towards him murmuring, "Let me make it up to you." And all Ed had time to do was think God those lips as their attack rained down on his skin. They were everywhere. On his stomach (with a tentative tongue-dip into his navel), there on his ribs, then his chest, his nipples, before reaching that one spot on Ed's neck that never failed to make him see galaxies while making him hornier faster than you can say bedroom. Which is precisely the word Ed would've moaned out had they not already been there.
Later, they would be back to where they started and Ed would think Cuddling after sex is good. Better than good.
I know it's hard to believe that Ed would confuse a tube of henna paste with Roy's fingers and tongue but roll with it please! It was originally a permanent marker but I didn't think that was permanent enough. Maybe it could've been he thought his fingernails were making that pleasant scraping sensation?