There was a question, on the last chapter, about why I don't do author's notes as often anymore. Please, please, please don't think it has anything to do with you guys! I love talking to you all and responding to reviews and interacting in general. It's just that I had a story taken down a while ago because of the author's notes (you are not, technically, supposed to have AN's according to fanfictions guidelines), and I had to repost them. I would like to avoid having that happen again, so unless there's something important I have to say, or a guest reviews and I feel like it is necessary to respond via AN, I don't post them anymore. Sorry about that-I wish I could feel secure doing them regularly, but I don't want anything removed again! If you have a question or comment (or just want to talk in general), don't hesitate to review or just PM me! And if you're a guest...well, all I can suggest is getting an account. Sorry for the inconvenience.

Now enjoy~

Hurriedly, Edward unfastened his necklace, not wanting to be choked in the middle of all the fun. He tossed is aside as Roy crawled onto the bed, straddling his legs as he hovered over him, just…looking. "Ed," the man whispered. "So beautiful…" Edward sat up to kiss Roy as his husband ran his hands up Ed's thighs. He shivered, giggling nervously into the kiss.

"What?" Roy breathed, smiling back. His fingers squeezed, continuing upwards before Edward could answer. Ed watched, grinning as Roy's expression grew confused, his hands further up now than they usually would have made it before encountering boxers. "Are you fucking kidding me? Are—you're not wearing anything, are you? All night, and you weren't even wearing underwear—"

"Nope," Edward interrupted, laughing as he stroked Roy's cheek. "Keep going."

Obediently, Roy continued to move his hands upward, until suddenly he froze, fingering the lace he found there. "You fucking didn't," he hissed, gripping Ed tightly.

"I did."

Moaning, Roy pushed him back down, forcing the skirt of his dress upwards and shaking his head at the sky blue, lacy, boy short style panties Ed was wearing. Edward was blushing, now—the dress, he had been comfortable with, but this was a little more than he was really ready for. Still, he had figured Roy would like them. "If I was going to wear girly clothes, I figured I should match underneath…" he explained quietly. Roy didn't say anything, instead pouncing, pressing his lips to Ed's with force. Edward shuddered, wrapping his arms around the man's neck and pulling him closer.

After the limo ride over here (plus waiting the whole damn night), Ed had zero patience. When Roy pulled away, gasping for air, he panted, "Shirt—off—now!"

His husband was happy to oblige, stripping off his jacket and throwing it on the ground before starting to work on his shirt buttons. Edward whimpered, trying to reach around to unzip his dress—but he couldn't quite get there. "Help me," he begged as Roy tossed his shirt aside as well. Nodding, the man allowed him to turn over, pulling the zipper down and stroking each inch of flesh that was exposed. Ed wiggled impatiently out of the dress, tossing his boots off as well.

Once Edward was mostly naked, Roy attacked again, hands and lips both wandering all over. A bite on his collarbone, fingers stroking his ribs, sucking on his neck, a squeeze of his ass…fuck, Ed had missed this. He couldn't get enough of the feeling of Roy, his shoulders, his chest, everything pressing against him…

All of a sudden, Roy trailed a hand down, grasping him through the panties, and Edward couldn't stop himself from moaning. He hadn't realized how hard he was already getting. Needy, now, he bucked up even as he lowered his own hands, irritated when he was met with stupid tuxedo pants. "Roy, remind me again why you aren't naked yet?"

"Payback for you teasing me all night," the man panted. Ed gulped. While Roy was more flirtatious and eager to get it going at first, in bed his husband had much more patience than Edward did himself. If Roy wanted to make him wait, it could be a while…and to be honest, Ed didn't think he could take that right now.

"Please," he mewled, squeezing Roy's shoulders and thrusting up into the man's hand. "Please, Roy…I need to feel you…"

"I don't know," the man mused, grasping him tighter and making Ed gasp.

Desperate, Edward, pulled Roy down just enough so that he could lick at his husband's throat in long, sensuous strokes. "Please," he mumbled again. "It's not enough."

"Tell me what you want, first."

"Fuck me."

"Now, Ed," Roy chided, breath warm against the side of his face and sending shivers down his spine. "You know that's not good enough." To emphasize his point, Roy removed his hand and ground down against Edward instead, making him cry out.

"Ah—Roy…" Ed blushed deeper. He was no good at this. He could fuck, sure, even handle stuff like light bondage just fine. But just like the panties were a little too much for Edward to keep his cool, having to detail what he wanted was more than he was able to do with a straight face. Still, if it was going to get Roy's pants off, he was more than willing to at least try to comply. Edward gulped. "I-I want you to strip so I can feel your—your cock. I want you to p-put it in me…"

"Keep going," Roy demanded, letting out a tiny, satisfied sound as he continued to press their bulges together.

Edward turned away, his cheeks crimson as he went on. It was so strangely hard to say these things aloud. "Want you to pound me," he murmured. "So hard that I'm screaming, so that I—so that I'm fucking myself back on your dick because I need more…"

The man above him moaned, and moved away. Ed whimpered at the sudden lack of contact, though he was rather relieved to see Roy stripping off the rest of his clothing. At the sight of the man, naked, Edward groaned, bucking into the air. "Please."

Roy was on him again in seconds, mouth hungrily connecting with his. Ed reached down, grasping his husband and beginning to stroke, reveling in the feeling he had missed so much. After a moment, Roy pulled away, his fingers grabbing at Edward's panties and yanking them down before taking the both of them in his hand. Ed arched, mouth open in a silent scream, trusting hard against Roy. "Ah—ahhh—hng—"

Suddenly there were fingers at his entrance. Edward should have wondered where Roy had gotten the lube—probably had someone put it in the room beforehand—but he didn't care at the moment, accepting the digits gladly. "Yes—Roy—more!"

Still thrusting against him, the man pushed another finger in, groaning when Edward rocked onto it. "Ed," he panted. "You have no idea how hard that little face you make gets me…"

That was it. Bottom line. Impatient, Edward pushed harder. "Fuck me!" he demanded.

Roy slapped his ass, harder than Ed had expected. The stinging surprised him, though it wasn't precisely bad. "I don't think I quite heard that," his husband teased.

"Damn it, Roy, just do it already," Edward half-insisted, half-begged. He was so impossibly needy right now. "I want you! I need it, Roy, please—Ah!" he hissed as Roy pulled out his fingers. Thankfully, the kneeling man jerked on Ed's hips, pulling his ass up and pushing Edward's legs over his shoulders, entering him as he did so.

Ed was bucking, breathing hard. It had been a while, and he wasn't quite used to this feeling but fuck he had missed it. "Move," he whispered. "I'm—I need it. I'm so hot."

Not about to disobey at this point, Roy pulled out, pushing back in forcefully. A shout ripped from Edward's throat as lightning shot through his body. How had he managed to abstain from this? Roy, inside of him…nothing felt better. "Ed," his husband moaned. "Fuck—you feel so good."

Too much. Too, too, too much. Edward reached down, stroking himself as Roy kept going, harder and harder, pulling Ed by the hips to meet each thrust. It was all so intense, after waiting, that Edward was screaming after almost every thrust.

"Oh—AH—ROY!"

"Come on, Ed," Roy growled. "I want to see you cum."

At those words, Edward lost any control he might have had left. He finished, back arching as he shouted Roy's name, and all the while the wonderful pounding continued. Just as he was coming down from his high, the man cried out as well, and warm wetness filled Ed as Roy pulled out.

They both remained in that position, panting as they recovered. Eventually, Roy lowered Edward's legs gently, lying next to him and pulling Ed onto his chest. Kissing his husband lazily, he couldn't help but giggle.

"What is it now?" Roy asked, grinning. "I don't know if I could take another surprise at the moment."

"No, nothing like that. I'm just…I'm really glad we got married," Ed mumbled. "That sounds so pathetic, but you know what I mean. I'm just happy. Just plain happy."

"I know Ed," Roy replied, kissing his head with a soft smile. "Me, too."