A/N: once again sorry for the kinda slow updates. This chapter is a bit longer but it has some lemony-goodness in it. I hope to actually be motivated to type up the next chapter tomorrow but we will see how that goes. Let me know what you think, i really appreciate the reviews they are great motivation. Just as a warning, the majority of this chapter is a lemon, a rather lengthy detailed lemon so if that isnt your cup of tea, make friends with the back button. Enjoyy
Disclaimer: dont own FMA
Sunlight stung my eyes as I gently lifted my head up, no where near ready for it to be morning yet. I glanced over at the left side of the bed seeing it empty, immediately feeling a stickiness covering the front of my shorts.
Shit. I quickly hopped in the shower to wash the dried remnants of my dreams off my body. I could smell the aroma of cooking eggs wafting from the kitchen and I could only hope Al didn't hear, or even worse see me practically raping the mattress. He isn't much more than a year younger than me but his innocent mind doesn't need to be soiled from a sight like that. I slipped out of the bathroom, pulling my hair back as I walked out into the kitchen. Al was standing over the stove cooking breakfast, where he was practically every morning.
"Morning." I tossed carelessly into the silence, letting my presence be known.
"Morning brother," he replied, a faint blush could be seen dusting his cheeks when he turned towards me. Oh god, maybe he was awake last night. A hot plate was set in front of me as I immediately went to work feeding my growling stomach. He sat down across from me at the small table and I felt his eyes burning into my soul as I ate.
"what." I said finally feeling his eyes on me for far too long.
"nothing, just thinking." was his quiet reply, finally shifting his eyes downwards.
"We might be able to go visit Winry sometime soon, my automail joints have been sticking a lot recently." I tried breaking the silence after too long of an awkward moment.
"Sounds like fun." the blonde replied, seeming to jump back to his happy self at the thought of her. I had cleared my plate and glanced at the clock.
"Thanks for breakfast Al, I think im gonna go see Mustang for a bit." I said sliding off the chair and putting my dishes in the sink.
"oh..ok. What time will you be home?" he asked, shifting his gaze back to his nearly full plate.
"I dunno, sometime before bed. You don't have to wait up for me," I really wish he wouldn't over worry, but I guess that's the way he always is.
"have fun." was the quiet reply as I grabbed my coat and headed for the door. I felt bad yet again for leaving him home alone, he looked like a dog being locked in a kennel, but I would make it up to him. Going to Risembool will be a good chance to have some time with him.
The fire was crackling in its brick home, warming the living room nicely. I plopped down on the leather couch letting my head fall into a warm lap.
"Hows Al doing?" was that really the first question he asks when I walk in the door?
"I dunno, hes fine I guess. Acting kinda weird though, I think hes upset I spend so much time with you." I replied honestly, the smell of cologne making me shiver.
"Maybe we should find him a lady friend, might help." onyx eyes looked into mine as a cool hand ran through my hair.
"Are you telling me I should hook up my little brother? Getting laid isn't the solution to the worlds problems you know, and god its Al! People kissing practically induce nosebleeds for him." I said slightly put off of the idea of Al hooking up with anyone.
"That's not what I meant, but a girlfriend might be good for him." he spoke in that same velvety tone. I let the idea settle for a bit, I guess he could benefit from having someone to spend time with.
"While we are on the topic of Al, I have quite the bone to pick with you." I said practically shoving my finger in his face to get my point across. "No more getting me all riled up and sending me home to Al. I share a bed with him for god sakes, you sick bastard." I spoke again before he could reply. Sitting up I straddled his hips so we could be eye to eye.
"Well you have two hands Ed, you are more than capable of….. Wait.. Did you..?" he started suddenly realizing what I was talking about.
"Shut it. It was your fault anyway." I said with a glare.
He practically broke out in a fit of laughter like the bastard he is.
"Its not funny," I said with a threatening tone.
"No, you are right im sorry," he said with a serious face, "Its hilarious." he slipped in, trying to hold back his laughter.
I moved closer to his exposed neck, sinking my teeth into the warm flesh a little on the hard side as a small form of payback. Apparently it worked, his laughter cut off into a gasp, his blood pulsing hard under my lips. His hand ran up the back of my neck and into my hair, gripping it lightly as I continued my attack on his exposed flesh. I gave a hard suck before capturing his soft lips in my own, sparks dancing on my nerves. A gentle suck on my bottom lips caused a moan to escape my throat. My length was pushing against his toned abs, causing a nice friction through clothing. I gripped the high blue collar of his shirt in my hands as I pulled him flush against my body. I could feel a hard warmth growing under my thigh as I ground against it giving him a bit of friction only making it harder. One by one I freed the buttons of his uniform, exposing a hard chest under a thin white shirt. A rough hand ran its way down my chest, sliding under the hem of my shirt when it reached the bottom. I held in a gasp as fingers traced down to my belt tickling sensitive flesh. Nothing could be heard but quiet moans and gasps of air, I continued to slide against the junction of his hip, letting my inner thigh massage his length through clothes knowing it was driving him mad. My fingers swiftly unbuckled his belt, pulling open the top button almost as fast, my own belt being worked on the same. I slipped my hand under the waistband, feeling hard flesh throbbing under my thigh as I pulled it out of the confines of it's cloth prison. My hand explored the length, hearing a groan as I squeezed the length to the tip. Despite being harder than a rock, he was a bit thicker than me, bigger than I expected but that just made me that much more eager. My own large belt was finally unbuckled, his hands getting sloppy once I started a nice steady pace on his cock. Cold air caused a sharp breath as my flesh was also pulled free, getting tugged at with the same vigor. My nerves tingled with delight as I slid into his tight fist, no longer caring about the groans that slipped past my lips. The strong hand felt wonderful, but I wanted more, I wanted to feel that hard flesh sliding into me, and I wanted it now. I quickly pulled my leg back to shrug my pants off before sliding back into his lap. I gave his flesh a few more hard pumps before sliding closer, and lifting myself above him, feeling his swollen tip graze my backside. His lips reluctantly pulled away from mine as he kept me from plunging myself on him.
"h-hang on." he breathed, onyx eyes meeting with mine both clouded with lust.
"Why, whats wrong," I asked, letting my lips meet with his neck again not wanting to loose contact.
"If we are gonna do this then we are going to do it right, Im pretty sure you don't want to be walking with a limp for the next week," he said sliding his hand up my back.
"Its fine, cant be worse than automail surgery," I offered, sure taking it slow was a good idea but I wasn't sure my body could wait. Instead of a reply, he pushed himself up off the couch, my legs wrapping around him as I continued my assault on my neck. I had no clue where we were going but I didn't care much either. I heard a cabinet open and assumed we were in the kitchen, but I was determined to leave a nice mark on his pale skin, marking him as mine.
"Here," he said breathlessly as I finally pulled myself from the crook of his neck. A small whiskey bottle was handed to me as I shot him an odd look.
"Im going to go out on a limb and say you haven't done this before, the alcohol will make you relax." he said apparently reading my thoughts.
"Whatever you just wanna get me drunk," I said, causing a smirk to cross his face as I grabbed the bottle and tipped back a large gulp, holding my breath as I swallowed trying to hold down the horrible burning taste. He took the bottle back and continued up the stairs, to a familiar hallway, but continued to the master bedroom I never entered while I was staying. I was laid on a large king sized bed with black sheets. Probably not the best color choice considering what we were about to do. He set the whiskey bottle on the end table after I took another quick sip, I wasn't too concerned with the pain but hey, everything is better drunk right? I finally slipped out of my shirt as he did the same, joining into a pile of clothes on the floor. I heard another drawer open and a small bottle was pulled out, getting tossed near his leg. Light kisses tortured my nerves as they slithered down my belly, suddenly that warm mouth took me whole, sucking at my length hard.
"Oh fuck," I moaned into my arm as my cock was practically swallowed into heat. My fingers slid into soft black hair as his head bobbed up and down making wet sucking sounds each time. It took everything I had to not thrust hard into that warm inviting mouth but soon my flesh was released with a soft pop. His hand ran down my automail leg, and I turned away not knowing how anyone could find that attractive. The same leg was placed over his shoulder as he slid lower and slightly lifted me at a different angle, sucking at my balls before that wet tongue went lower. I gripped the sheets tightly, feeling the warm muscle licking and sucking at my entrance. I was never expecting him to do that, but my mind melted from the alcohol and sensations and I couldn't form words. A slender finger rubbed at the ring of muscle before being replaced by that hot tongue again as I heard the cap of the bottle being popped open. A slick finger slid inside me, causing my back to arch high from the unexpected intrusion. That finger instantly started fucking me, and gentle kisses were placed on my thighs. A second finger slipped in with the first and stretched me a bit farther, I could hear my loud moans filling the room but I simply didn't care. Stars danced in front of my eyes as his sweet fingers pushed against what I assumed was my prostate. My hands gripped his hair tightly as he pounded into that spot making my leg shake from such intense pleasure.
I noticed the alcohol taking effect when I finally opened my eyes to gaze down at him, a seductive look shooting back at me. Pleasurable fingers left me feeling empty as he slid farther up the bed, coating his length with lube. He grabbed the other pillow, folding it and sliding it under my lower back putting me at a better angle. My legs were already shaking and I knew I wasn't going to last long. A soft kiss was placed on my lips as I struggled to compose myself but it was useless, my heavy pants filling the air.
"Ready?" he asked with a voice like butter, sliding the tip of his cock against my sensitive entrance.
I gave a lazy nod, taking in the sight of him naked and hovering above me. Muscled arms on each side of my body, I could stare at his form all day but the loss of attention was leaving me eager.
"Im not gonna last long," I breathed out, letting him know it would probably be a short ride, pun intended. His seductive voice let out a moan as he pushed into me, his thickness stretching me even more. I tried relaxing into it, feeling him fill every inch of me with slick heat. He tried his best keeping still while I adjusted but with my heavy buzz all I wanted was to pound wholes into the wall with the headboard and wake the neighbors. I pushed myself back on him signaling I was ready, glad that I didn't have to try and form words at this point. He gently pulled himself out, and rocked back in with a flick of his hips, pressing against that glorious spot. He increased his pace a little, but it wasn't enough to send my head reeling. His hard flesh slid in with ease and I couldn't help but stare at him, watching his face melt into pure bliss.
"Come on, none of this pansy shit, fuck me hard Roy," I purred, keeping my eyes locked on his as he pulled out, slamming in full force, causing harsh moans from both of us. His pace picked up quick and the headboard was dancing against the wall. I felt like I was going to explode with pleasure, my own cries mingling with primal groans only turning me on more. My hand slid to my cock, gripping it hard as my body jerked from the hard thrusts of the man above me. I massaged my length and the extra stimulation sent me over the edge. I gave a few more quick tugs, my screams filling the room, hot seed spilling down my hand and spotting my stomach. I could feel my body tense hard, the thrusts continuing while I rode out my orgasm. Only moments after Roy followed suit, slamming to my hips with all his strength as his seed filled me. Once his breathing had calmed, he slid out gently causing his seed to drip against the sheets once he moved. I laid practically paralyzed from pleasure, my heart still racing and taking notice of my drunken state. I rolled over nestling into his chest, tracing his toned muscles with my fingers.
"That was fucking amazing." I mumbled into his shoulder. A smile swept across his lips as he pulled me into a kiss, gently untangling my mess of hair with his fingers.
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