Smoke

by Rowan and Sakura

Smoke as a punishment: smoke was a shadow of the fire, a reminder of their passion. Smoke was his lover's perfume, the reason the world continued to spin. Smoke was the scent that he got it up for, smoke and sweat and heat and blood...

4. In the middle of the night

In the middle of the night

Havoc was always bottom, and always on his stomach whenever Mustang entered him. Even if during foreplay, if Havoc was lying on his back, the moment Mustang pulled his pants down was Havoc's signal to flip over. It didn't bother Havoc much, though he would have liked to see Mustang's face as he came inside him, his lips clenched tight as he held back his cries of passion.