[TST] open up and let me crawl inside (Roy/Rou)
...yeah, random porn. Sue me. >_>
Title : open up and let me crawl inside
Fandom : theskytides, twincest edition
Rating : R? IDK MAN.
Characters/Pairing : Roy Mustang/Hijikata Toshirou
Warning : Gay sex, with a total lack of plot.
Notes : Title taken from 31_days, for the prompt of Feburary 1st 2011.
open up and let me crawl inside.
drabble, 595 words
As an alchemist Roy always liked to observe things, and through his observations-if he had to be honest about it-nothing really interested him more than his twin brother. It was really really amusing, how different Toshirou could be under varying circumstances. To the outside world everyone only knew the boatswain as the unbreakable and the untouchable man, an officer who wouldn’t and could never bend to anybody else’s will at all and only worked on his own rules and dictation. Those who knew him a little better would say that he was a stern and harsh man who had his fair share of quirks (all of which were quite… unique), but still never knew of something that was called relaxation.
Roy, however, could only call his little brother just that-his little brother. For that was what he was in essence, really; a kid who just grew up too fast and couldn’t handle all the stress that came with entering the adult world. He’s seen many different and varying shades of Toshirou under equally many different and varying circumstances-and each and every one of them was always oh so interesting to see, because he knew for a fact that he was the only one who could ever get to see it.
He had to admit, it always gave him a thrill whenever he could break Toshirou between his own hands, to see that mask his brother wore for the world breaking bit by bit under his fingers and lips. A ghosting touch here, a slow stroke between his legs and his lips on the other’s neck-and soon enough he could see the signs of his brother breaking. From the way his body tensed, trying to resist at first-but it’s only a matter of time before that tenseness is gone, replaced by the quivering and an assortment of tiny little noises that is his brother trying (and ultimately failing) to hold onto the last bits of his self-control. And Roy can always tell the moment when his brother slips from the tell-tale shudder that comes from just under the swordsman’s skin, the indicator which tells him that Toshirou has caved into the needs of his body and just wants it all to be over.
It’s beautiful, really, being able to see his brother breaking like this, losing the mask he wears to the world as he opens up under him, lost and trembling and absolutely horny. Roy smiles once he can hear the plea in his brother’s actions and (unspoken) words, finally indulging him and allowing Toshirou to reach that high that he knows his brother craves and longs and wants for in spite of all the protests that come before and after this.
When his brother finally comes, the look that crosses his face is unlike anything that he’s able to see anywhere else, and Roy knows that he’s the only person who would ever get to see that expression. And when he thinks that, he always feels that it’s a good prize from all the work he has to do to get Toshirou like this-the teasing, the pushing and taunting and at times the headaches from his brother’s stubbornness-because, really, it’s always a thrill to have somebody normally so brash and seemingly invulnerable under him, being able to open him up like this in a way that nobody else would ever be able to.
It’s a without a doubt that he could call this a privilege, and it’s one that Roy certainly intends to keep to himself.
Title : open up and let me crawl inside
Fandom : theskytides, twincest edition
Rating : R? IDK MAN.
Characters/Pairing : Roy Mustang/Hijikata Toshirou
Warning : Gay sex, with a total lack of plot.
Notes : Title taken from 31_days, for the prompt of Feburary 1st 2011.
open up and let me crawl inside.
drabble, 595 words
As an alchemist Roy always liked to observe things, and through his observations-if he had to be honest about it-nothing really interested him more than his twin brother. It was really really amusing, how different Toshirou could be under varying circumstances. To the outside world everyone only knew the boatswain as the unbreakable and the untouchable man, an officer who wouldn’t and could never bend to anybody else’s will at all and only worked on his own rules and dictation. Those who knew him a little better would say that he was a stern and harsh man who had his fair share of quirks (all of which were quite… unique), but still never knew of something that was called relaxation.
Roy, however, could only call his little brother just that-his little brother. For that was what he was in essence, really; a kid who just grew up too fast and couldn’t handle all the stress that came with entering the adult world. He’s seen many different and varying shades of Toshirou under equally many different and varying circumstances-and each and every one of them was always oh so interesting to see, because he knew for a fact that he was the only one who could ever get to see it.
He had to admit, it always gave him a thrill whenever he could break Toshirou between his own hands, to see that mask his brother wore for the world breaking bit by bit under his fingers and lips. A ghosting touch here, a slow stroke between his legs and his lips on the other’s neck-and soon enough he could see the signs of his brother breaking. From the way his body tensed, trying to resist at first-but it’s only a matter of time before that tenseness is gone, replaced by the quivering and an assortment of tiny little noises that is his brother trying (and ultimately failing) to hold onto the last bits of his self-control. And Roy can always tell the moment when his brother slips from the tell-tale shudder that comes from just under the swordsman’s skin, the indicator which tells him that Toshirou has caved into the needs of his body and just wants it all to be over.
It’s beautiful, really, being able to see his brother breaking like this, losing the mask he wears to the world as he opens up under him, lost and trembling and absolutely horny. Roy smiles once he can hear the plea in his brother’s actions and (unspoken) words, finally indulging him and allowing Toshirou to reach that high that he knows his brother craves and longs and wants for in spite of all the protests that come before and after this.
When his brother finally comes, the look that crosses his face is unlike anything that he’s able to see anywhere else, and Roy knows that he’s the only person who would ever get to see that expression. And when he thinks that, he always feels that it’s a good prize from all the work he has to do to get Toshirou like this-the teasing, the pushing and taunting and at times the headaches from his brother’s stubbornness-because, really, it’s always a thrill to have somebody normally so brash and seemingly invulnerable under him, being able to open him up like this in a way that nobody else would ever be able to.
It’s a without a doubt that he could call this a privilege, and it’s one that Roy certainly intends to keep to himself.