Roy/Havoc smut drabbles [rated NC-17]
Title: Ten Times The Fun
Author: galuxkitty
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Roy Mustang/Jean Havoc
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: Ten 100-word drabbles
Warnings: Smut, slight manga spoilers
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist is the rightful property of Hiromu Arakawa. This is a fanwork written purely for both your entertainment and mine.
The epic team of raja815 and galuxkitty strikes again! Please take the time to read Raj's corresponding ten drabbles, located here.
Black and White
“Black? You naughty boy,” Roy purred, sliding his fingers under the waistband of Jean’s boxers to encircle his cock.
“What are you talking about?” Jean asked, blushing as Roy tugged down his own white boxers and started stroking himself as he teased the head of the younger man’s cock with his tongue.
“You don’t wear black underwear unless you plan on having someone see them,” Roy smirked, tongue flickering across his lips, moistening them.
“Only teenage girls say that…” Jean murmured, not daring to admit that he’d had that idea in mind when he’d been getting dressed for their date.
Wake Me Up Before You Go
Roy always had to go to work earlier than Jean; Jean always asked Roy to wake him up at the same time he arose.
One morning, he woke up with a pleasant, warm, wet sensation around his cock; while it wasn’t exactly uncommon for him to wake up hard (and for Roy to rectify this unfortunate situation), this morning it seemed… different.
When he opened his eyes, he found Roy sucking him off and fingering himself. Jean opened his mouth to speak, but then decided to alert Roy of his awakening while putting his mouth to a much better use.
Can’t Buy Me Love
Havoc’s wallet was empty. His pay for the week was completely gone. He was holding a plastic bag full of embarrassing material.
An hour later, Jean arrived at Roy’s doorstep with the bag, rang the bell and blushed. Roy opened the door, tugged him inside and immediately pinned him to the bed, hands immediately curling snugly against Havoc’s ass.
“What’s in the bag, Jean?”
Havoc blushed furiously.
“Porn.”
Roy blinked, pouted and crawled to the other end of the couch, looking very much like a grumpy cat.
“Aww, c’mon Roy! I know it’s not your fault you don’t have boobs!”
Fuzzy Pyjamas
“What the Hell are those?” Jean chortled, watching as Roy shuffled into the bedroom wearing a pair of fluffy pyjamas, complete with matching socks.
“It’s cold,” Roy scoffed.
“It is not,” Jean murmured, his eyes turning devilish, “I don’t have anything on at all under the blankets and I’m plenty warm.”
After that, it didn’t take long until Roy was naked too, cock buried in Jean’s body and limbs shaking with exertion. After they were done, Roy climbed gingerly out of bed and put his pyjamas back on. Jean chuckled, and Roy scowled and smacked the top of his head.
Sleeping Car
On the last night into their business trip to the west, Jean had crawled down from his top bunk, and Roy had not protested when they younger man began to kiss him.
After what seemed like hours of kissing and touching and staring in wonderment, Jean had given Roy a charmingly inept blowjob and then clasped their cocks together and rocked against him until they were both sated. Roy had licked his fingers clean, Jean shivering against him.
Afterwards, when Jean slept tucked under his arm, Roy realised that every click of the train tracks took them closer to reality.
Bearskin Rug
“Roy… this stupid rug is scaring me.”
“Mmm... why do you say that?”
“This is my Grandpa’s old holiday cabin.”
“And now it’s yours... mmm, don’t stop...”
“Roy, my grandpa shot that bear dead himself. When we came up for winter one year.”
“It’s not going to jump up and kill you then.”
“It’s staring at me with its beady little eyes.”
“Wha- ah...”
“My grandpa used to tell me stories about duckies on that rug. And trains.”
“What the... Jean, if you’re not comfortable with having sex on the dead bear, let’s just move it to the bedroom, alright?”
Beer
Sergeant Jean Havoc strode through East Headquarters on his way to meet his new superior. He was feeling especially good today, considering he’d spent the night before drunk and naked under a rather gorgeous man with dark eyes and hair, a soft, breathless moan and a confident smirk; Dutch courage, most likely.
He stepped into the office and heard that same moan, he felt his cock jump, and turned on his heel from closing the door to look at his new superior.
Dark eyes shone and that mouth curled into a smirk when his new superior saw him.
“Oh, you’re kidding.”
Letter
R,
The country is hot. Ma does her best but between the shop and me, the shop takes up more time. She knitted you a scarf coz she heard it was cold in Central. Doesn’t take much to get you hot though, you horny bastard.
Sometimes I just find myself thinking about you, you know? Remember when we were last together here, down next to the creek? Hopefully next time you’re here we’ll be able to head down there again and it’ll be just as good as the last time before the accident. That’d make me happy.
Miss you,
J
Sweat
Roy Mustang panted, the tip of his tongue just visible over his bottom lip as he moaned, thighs trembling under the strain of Jean’s weight against his back. Havoc was inexpert and obviously nervous, his tanned skin slick with sweat. It somehow enhanced the sensation as rough fingertips toyed with his balls and Havoc asked again if he was all right.
Quite truthfully, he had never felt better.
Jean didn’t pull back in time and came inside, babbling hysterical apologies as he pulled away. Roy purred, licked a stray drop of perspiration off Havoc’s cheek and then cleaned himself up.
Everything We Are
It didn’t really matter any more; not what his Ma thought, not what Breda or Hawkeye or Fuery or Falman thought, not what would happen if anyone whom they didn’t trust caught on, not whether it would affect Roy’s ambition or Jean’s dedication to him.
When they were together, Roy pressing him down into the mattress, lips ghosting along his neck and breath deepening until it was just loud enough to be heard. When Jean felt his body tense, almost over the edge, and then finally welcomed the slow release, none of it mattered as long as they were together.
END
Comments are always appreciated.
Author: galuxkitty
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Roy Mustang/Jean Havoc
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: Ten 100-word drabbles
Warnings: Smut, slight manga spoilers
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist is the rightful property of Hiromu Arakawa. This is a fanwork written purely for both your entertainment and mine.
The epic team of raja815 and galuxkitty strikes again! Please take the time to read Raj's corresponding ten drabbles, located here.
Black and White
“Black? You naughty boy,” Roy purred, sliding his fingers under the waistband of Jean’s boxers to encircle his cock.
“What are you talking about?” Jean asked, blushing as Roy tugged down his own white boxers and started stroking himself as he teased the head of the younger man’s cock with his tongue.
“You don’t wear black underwear unless you plan on having someone see them,” Roy smirked, tongue flickering across his lips, moistening them.
“Only teenage girls say that…” Jean murmured, not daring to admit that he’d had that idea in mind when he’d been getting dressed for their date.
Wake Me Up Before You Go
Roy always had to go to work earlier than Jean; Jean always asked Roy to wake him up at the same time he arose.
One morning, he woke up with a pleasant, warm, wet sensation around his cock; while it wasn’t exactly uncommon for him to wake up hard (and for Roy to rectify this unfortunate situation), this morning it seemed… different.
When he opened his eyes, he found Roy sucking him off and fingering himself. Jean opened his mouth to speak, but then decided to alert Roy of his awakening while putting his mouth to a much better use.
Can’t Buy Me Love
Havoc’s wallet was empty. His pay for the week was completely gone. He was holding a plastic bag full of embarrassing material.
An hour later, Jean arrived at Roy’s doorstep with the bag, rang the bell and blushed. Roy opened the door, tugged him inside and immediately pinned him to the bed, hands immediately curling snugly against Havoc’s ass.
“What’s in the bag, Jean?”
Havoc blushed furiously.
“Porn.”
Roy blinked, pouted and crawled to the other end of the couch, looking very much like a grumpy cat.
“Aww, c’mon Roy! I know it’s not your fault you don’t have boobs!”
Fuzzy Pyjamas
“What the Hell are those?” Jean chortled, watching as Roy shuffled into the bedroom wearing a pair of fluffy pyjamas, complete with matching socks.
“It’s cold,” Roy scoffed.
“It is not,” Jean murmured, his eyes turning devilish, “I don’t have anything on at all under the blankets and I’m plenty warm.”
After that, it didn’t take long until Roy was naked too, cock buried in Jean’s body and limbs shaking with exertion. After they were done, Roy climbed gingerly out of bed and put his pyjamas back on. Jean chuckled, and Roy scowled and smacked the top of his head.
Sleeping Car
On the last night into their business trip to the west, Jean had crawled down from his top bunk, and Roy had not protested when they younger man began to kiss him.
After what seemed like hours of kissing and touching and staring in wonderment, Jean had given Roy a charmingly inept blowjob and then clasped their cocks together and rocked against him until they were both sated. Roy had licked his fingers clean, Jean shivering against him.
Afterwards, when Jean slept tucked under his arm, Roy realised that every click of the train tracks took them closer to reality.
Bearskin Rug
“Roy… this stupid rug is scaring me.”
“Mmm... why do you say that?”
“This is my Grandpa’s old holiday cabin.”
“And now it’s yours... mmm, don’t stop...”
“Roy, my grandpa shot that bear dead himself. When we came up for winter one year.”
“It’s not going to jump up and kill you then.”
“It’s staring at me with its beady little eyes.”
“Wha- ah...”
“My grandpa used to tell me stories about duckies on that rug. And trains.”
“What the... Jean, if you’re not comfortable with having sex on the dead bear, let’s just move it to the bedroom, alright?”
Beer
Sergeant Jean Havoc strode through East Headquarters on his way to meet his new superior. He was feeling especially good today, considering he’d spent the night before drunk and naked under a rather gorgeous man with dark eyes and hair, a soft, breathless moan and a confident smirk; Dutch courage, most likely.
He stepped into the office and heard that same moan, he felt his cock jump, and turned on his heel from closing the door to look at his new superior.
Dark eyes shone and that mouth curled into a smirk when his new superior saw him.
“Oh, you’re kidding.”
Letter
R,
The country is hot. Ma does her best but between the shop and me, the shop takes up more time. She knitted you a scarf coz she heard it was cold in Central. Doesn’t take much to get you hot though, you horny bastard.
Sometimes I just find myself thinking about you, you know? Remember when we were last together here, down next to the creek? Hopefully next time you’re here we’ll be able to head down there again and it’ll be just as good as the last time before the accident. That’d make me happy.
Miss you,
J
Sweat
Roy Mustang panted, the tip of his tongue just visible over his bottom lip as he moaned, thighs trembling under the strain of Jean’s weight against his back. Havoc was inexpert and obviously nervous, his tanned skin slick with sweat. It somehow enhanced the sensation as rough fingertips toyed with his balls and Havoc asked again if he was all right.
Quite truthfully, he had never felt better.
Jean didn’t pull back in time and came inside, babbling hysterical apologies as he pulled away. Roy purred, licked a stray drop of perspiration off Havoc’s cheek and then cleaned himself up.
Everything We Are
It didn’t really matter any more; not what his Ma thought, not what Breda or Hawkeye or Fuery or Falman thought, not what would happen if anyone whom they didn’t trust caught on, not whether it would affect Roy’s ambition or Jean’s dedication to him.
When they were together, Roy pressing him down into the mattress, lips ghosting along his neck and breath deepening until it was just loud enough to be heard. When Jean felt his body tense, almost over the edge, and then finally welcomed the slow release, none of it mattered as long as they were together.
END
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