Disclaimer: As usual, I do not own FMA.
Warnings: Depiction of sex. M to be on the safe side, but probably unnecessary.
A/N: Originally meant to be a drabble, but this is what came out instead. I keep thinking that it is almost too ambiguous to be FMA-almost! But I assure you that this was specifically written for the brothers. Alphonse's POV.
Just like that, you are my songbird
pressed up against headboards and
my fingers raking your hair and
my body is barely there.
my voice—
I have lost it somewhere between our rhythm and the sheets, some
impalpable place.
but yours, it rings
smoother than honey and
raw as the earth beneath us
desperate like the moon is for earth.
I smile into your skin as we rock,
the first strips of sunlight creeping through and
dancing in your messy locks
accompanying our skin,
our body, and,
most importantly, your song
that echoes a little too loudly.
I cup your mouth, press my face to your cheek,
close enough to hear your muffled nothings, everythings,
close enough for me to soak them in and relish.
Your left leg clinks with our rhythm
and I have never heard a more perfect combination
of singer and instrument.
Just like that, you are my songbird,
carrying me through the mornings
the nights
and all the in betweens.