WARNING: Lemon ahead, be careful what you read.
Edward was torn between laughter and nervous anticipation as he watched Roy practically kick in the door to his own home.
Alphonse, seated on the sofa, jumped when they barged in. "Um—"
"No time, Al," Roy declared, pulling Ed's wrist to guide him to the bedroom. "Word of advice, though: stay far, far away from my room."
Edward smiled helplessly back at a disturbed Alphonse until he was pulled into Roy's room. Immediately he was turned and pushed back against the door—when had the man closed it?—and kissed forcefully. A thunk reverberated around as the box containing the new "toy" was allowed to fall to the ground.
"Mmfh—Roy," Ed mumbled around the man's lips. "Are you sure we should do this? Ted said only the last month…"
Roy left Edward's lips and licked up his jaw, before whispering in his ear, insistent. "You're seven months in, and it's just this once. I just can't get the picture of you taking all that in and still begging for more out of my head…" Ed shivered at that, hands fisting in the soft fabric of the man's shirt. "Besides, you can't tell me you don't want to try it…"
Honestly, Roy was right. After the shock of being presented with a dildo of all things, Edward had been rather intrigued. "Fine," he murmured, only to have his shirt roughly pulled over his head before lips crashed against his once more.
That was one good thing about Roy: he always wore button downs. That meant Ed could get the man naked and not have to stop kissing him.
Finishing with the last of the buttons, Edward ran his hands up Roy's chest, pressing in as close as he could with his baby bump in the way as he slipped the shirt off. He grabbed at the man's shoulder's—fuck, he loved those shoulders—as Roy squeezed at his ass through Ed's jeans.
Jeans that were getting tighter by the minute.
Edward whimpered as Roy moved down to his neck, desperately wanting to be able to grind up against the man. Roy, noticing his tiny movements, brought a hand around to Ed's front and began stroking him through the fabric. Edward let out a loud, involuntary moan.
Roy grinned against him and swiftly undid the button before pulling Ed's jeans down. The man then released him aside from one arm, guiding him to the bed. Edward climbed on it expectantly, watching with an ever-increasing hunger as Roy teased his own pants off. Unable to bear it, he reached down and squeezed himself gently, whimpering.
With a sudden speed, Roy kicked off his jeans—no boxers, the man was fucking going commando—and climbed on top of Ed, careful (as always) of the bump. "That's my turn," he growled, replacing Edward's hand with his own.
That line almost finished Ed off, he was so turned on.
Again, the kissing, and Edward was rocking now, pushing against Roy's hand for more, more, more. But it was only when he let out a mumbled, "Please," that the man gave in and stripped off his boxers, the last of his clothing, and began to thrust gently against him.
Ed arched, groaning, hands digging into Roy's back. The man began to slowly lick his way down Edward's body, stopping to kiss his baby bump, and—ohh!
His hand flew up to cover his mouth. Ed bit down on his fingers, trying not to let out all the sounds that were fighting for escape. It felt so good, and though he couldn't see Roy's head bobbing up and down, he sure as hell could imagine it…
With a pop, Roy came back up, panting and pressing his fingers against Ed's mouth. Edward took them in, electricity flowing through him as he imagined what was coming. In the meantime, he sat up and took Roy in his hand, not wanting to neglect the man, who let out a breathy moan.
Gently, Roy pulled his fingers free and scooted down. Edward propped himself up on his elbows, gasping when the man pushed the fist digit in. Almost instantly he was grinding down, so used to this that he just wanted more, ignoring that slight sting of being stretched. Roy, grinning, leaned forward to kiss him as he added a second finger.
Ed moaned, mouth opening to let Roy in. It was like a sensory overload, everything so good, almost too good…
"Ahh!" he cried out as Roy pushed the third and final finger in. He arched, trembling, only mildly surprised when his arms gave out and he ended up flat on his back.
Edward blushed, hearing a gentle laughter. Roy leaned over him, kissing him gently. "You want to play with your new toy, or let me have a go first?"
"You," Ed panted. "Fuck me."
A low groan as the man fumbled in the bedside table for some lube. Upon finding it, he smothered himself and two seconds later Roy had granted his request. Edward arched, clenching up automatically. Breathing heavily, he counted to ten in his head, making an effort to relax. Finally, he exhaled a quiet, "Move."
And so Roy did, pushing slowly at first but building up speed. Just a few thrusts in and Ed's pain had all but disappeared. He was grinding downward, begging silently because he just couldn't form the words—this happened every time, his brain more or less on lockdown, his being pure want.
But then Roy pulled out.
"Wah?" Edward once again sat up a little, disappointed. "Why?"
"Your toy," Roy chuckled breathlessly.
"But you didn't get to finish…" Ed trailed off, confused as Roy grabbed the box and, throwing off the lid, grabbed the dildo.
The man snorted, and began to lube the toy up. "I'll be fine. Ready?"
Edward swallowed, trying to loosen up. Oh a whim, he rolled over and onto his knees, presenting Roy with a lovely view of his ass. "Yeah."
And then it was coming in and Ed couldn't think straight.
This thing was big, far larger than Roy. Tears pricked his eyes at the pain, but he refused to let them fall. It was going to get better, he just had to calm himself. Again, Edward counted, relaxing his muscles a little but with every exhale. "Okay," he finally whispered.
Roy pulled the dildo out, pushed it back in—
"Hoooly shit," Ed moaned, surprised. Oh, of course it hurt, but it was like lightning flowing through his body. "Do that again…"
Roy snickered, and did as he was bid, pushing the toy into the boy in front of him just a little harder this time. He throbbed at the sound that came out of the blonde's mouth, and brought his spare hand down for some relief. On the third thrust, he groaned just as Ed cried out. Delicious.
Again and again he pushed the toy into the boy, pumping himself as he did so, gratified when Edward reached down between trembling thighs and began to do the same. He had to be close, which was good, because Roy himself was about to bust…
As if on cue, Ed whimpered, "Roy…I'm gonna—ah!"
"I know," Roy panted, leaning in. "Me too."
To be honest, he couldn't hold it back any more. Moving his hand faster and faster, Roy's hips jerked forward and—
—a warm liquid spurted across Edward's back. He moaned at the feeling, the picture that came to mind, and, unable to stop himself, finished as well.
As soon as Roy pulled the dildo out, Ed collapsed onto his side, panting heavily, not surprised when Roy joined him.
"So," the man asked, after they had both caught their breath. "How did you like your toy?"
Edward scooted a little closer, resting his head on Roy's outstretched arm. "It was nice," he admitted, his smile teasing. "But I think I like you better."
You can't pretend you weren't expecting that after the last chapter.