For HyuroiWeek 2017: Day 2 – Rain
Warning:NSFW
Hyuori Collection
Chapter 11
Rain
Roy was not a cuddler, this was something Maes had always known, and it always amused him that the man who loved dogs so much was so cat-like in nature. Roy adored attention and being pet, but could only tolerate being held for so long. It made post-coital affections difficult because Maes wanted the romance of falling asleep on each other and Roy would roll over and hug his pillow.
It was one thing if he wanted to sleep, but Roy had never been able to do that well. His mind was too active, and Maes knew that he was staring out the window thinking about something. It was frustrating and he didn't know if it was because he couldn't turn his brain off or if he wanted to remain distant after sex. So Maes laid on his back, staring at the ceiling as the sweat cooled off his skin and he had to force himself to not roll over and wrap himself around Roy. "One of these days I want you to lay there immobilized and tell me the sex was so good you can't think of anything else."
"I think of nothing else while you're fucking me, I promise you that." Roy listened to the sound of the rain striking the window and watched as the lightning flashed and lit up the night sky. "I wish I could stop thinking, just forget about everything for longer...I can't."
Maes knew how much everything wore him down, he understood how active that mind was inside that adorable little head on the pillow. Work, alchemy, life, the past, the fear...he could let go for a little while but never long. Maes knew how to make him come unglued, how to stop him from thinking...how to tease and please him to the point where he couldn't even form words anymore. However, once the moment was over, he could never hold onto it. Roy would never linger in the moment he would always go back to being in charge. Maybe that was the problem. He could never completely let down his guard for long and that was something that had to change. "Do you trust me?"
"Considering what I just let you do to me..."
"Roy. Shut up and just tell me yes or no."
"Yes."
"Good." Maes said and rolled off the bed, pulled the sheets off his curled up lover and then picked his knife up off the dresser and sliced the sheets.
"I was not expecting that reaction." Roy sat up curiously as Hughes cut his nice sheets into four strips. Expensive sheets.
"Looks like the alchemist doesn't understand every chemical reaction there is after all." Maes said and crawled onto the bed to straddle Roy. "Ever been tied up?"
"I don't want..."
Maes kissed him. "I want you to trust me completely and surrender yourself entirely to making love to me. Not just some quick tryst to get yourself off and go back to hugging your pillow, I want you to let everything outside of us go. Forget it all. You need to stop thinking about everything for more than just a goddamned hour. This is the only way I can think of to make this happen."
Roy felt the sheet being wrapped around his wrist and his heart began to race. The loss of control scared him at the same time that Hughes doing it to him turned him on. It was an internal battle he wasn't sure how to categorize. "I can't do this."
"You have to learn to do something or this stress if going to kill you." Maes tied the sheet around Roy's other wrist, the idea of having him at his mercy was arousing as hell. Roy was an absolute mess when he could get him past his desire to stop before he lost control and he loved bringing him to that point. "I'm in bed with you, not a superior. You never used to be like this, I want the academy days back when we took every chance to experiment, play and explore each other...now you're so uptight. You put a time limit on how long you're allowing yourself to be human."
"We aren't the same people." Roy said and Maes placed the sheets across his palms as he pulled them up above his head and looked at him as they went taught.
"In this bed, there is you and me and nothing else. I want to see that smirk on your face as realize we have to try something new. That devious smile like you used to get when the girls at your Mom's bar talked about what kinks their customer's had that night. That glint in your eye as you looked over your beer at me and I knew you were already picturing me naked. That feeling I used to get knowing you fucking knew some wild shit from growing up there that you had no problems explaining to me or allowing me to do to you. Wanting you to do to me. How we'd never even make it to back to the barracks before you pinned me against some wall and talked dirty to me about some obscure sex term I had never even heard of. You still give me those looks in the office and then I come here and you are never here anymore. Well you aren't going to have a choice now, because you aren't going anywhere tonight."
Roy was shoved back into the bed as Maes reached out and threw the sheets around the bedpost. He released one so he could tie the other with two hands, giving him the opportunity to protest or untie himself. Instead he stayed put and gave his consent with silence. Hughes knew him well. He could talk himself out of anything and being the one to voice the words of submission would be too much for him right now. Maes was right, life had made him scared to lose control and he feared what the feeling of freedom would be like now.
Maes tied the other sheet around the bedpost when Roy didn't do anything to get away. He laid there and fought internally with himself to accept this and Maes was going to do his best to reward him for it. He ran his hands down Roy's chest, watching the muscles reach to his touch, watching Roy's breath hitch as he ran his fingers over his abs and then down his inner thighs, thumbs purposely brushing his growing arousal and then he gripped his legs tighter and forced them apart. He tied the remaining strips around his ankles and then had to wrap them around the feet of the bed. When he sat back up he could see the body splayed out before him in all it's splendor, a lighting flash lighting it briefly for him to truly see what he had accomplished. He was expecting Roy to demand he let him go at any second, so he slowly crawled up the bed, kissing his way up his legs and then looked up at him and in his most reassuring and calming voice he asked, "You OK?"
It was taking a lot of effort to not panic over the restraints or the feeling of vulnerability. However he could feel Maes's scruff against the inside of his leg and his body reacted to that, knowing what was coming next. He held on to the straps of sheets and took a deep breath, chemicals in his body swirling around with conflicting messages, and accepted that he wanted whatever Maes was planning more than being in charge. Especially if he was planning to give him a blow job, a rarity these days. "Yeah."
"Good." Maes said and grinned. He could tell that Roy was getting edgy, still struggling with this concept, so he made sure he gave him only one thing to think about. He stuck his tongue out and slowly licked up Roy's shaft to the head and then made a few circles around the tip before taking him in his mouth. He felt Roy's whole body react, legs trying to move but held in place and hips pushing down into the mattress. There was no doubt in his mind that the only thing Roy was thinking about was him now.
