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It was all Ed could do to keep from pacing. Excitement and disbelief thrummed through him, making him fidget and squirm. There were a thousand things he wanted to do for his brother, a thousand things he wanted to remind him of. It had only been a day since they’d finally accomplished the goal they’d striven towards for the better part of a decade. He almost couldn’t believe it. Every time they were apart Ed would think it had to be a dream and that armor would walk back through the door. He found his heart beating faster anytime Al was out of his sight and then a thrill would run through him when the teen returned. Dark gold hair long enough to reach his waist, as if it had had been growing with his body the whole time, hazel eyes wide with the wonder of simply being.
Ed was supposed to be braiding his hair but he found he couldn’t force himself to stop fidgeting long enough to get more than one or two twists done before he stood, at some imagined sound, worry making him hesitate. He himself had showered as quickly as humanly possible, disliking any time away from Al. They’d talked about it for so many years. He wanted to be there for every moment as Al rediscovered the world.
Of course, he couldn’t be there for every moment. He knew that. The excessive time Al was taking with his own shower was evidence of that. Okay, so it had only been ten minutes but Ed was certain his brother hadn’t even turned the water on yet. Well, it was the first time he’d had a chance to really look in a mirror, Edward reasoned with himself. There was no reason to worry. A cupboard clicked shut on the other side of the door and Ed started, rising halfway to his feet before forcing himself back down.
This was ridiculous. It had worked. Al was okay again. A boy, young man really, of pale flesh and gold hair was going to walk out of that bathroom, smiling brightly and amazed by the concept of showering. And he was going to do it in his own damn time. Edward reminded himself, turning away from the door. Sitting there staring at the door would not do anything to make Al hurry. Really, he didn’t want Al to hurry. It was always pleasant to take long hot showers, to just let the water rush over you. So, he would just have to calm down and wait.
There was a creak and a faint groan from the pipes as Al finally turned the tap on. Ed closed his eyes, picking up the brush again and running it through his damp hair, which was horribly tangled from his half-hearted attempts at braiding it. He sighed and concentrated on the task at hand, determined to let Al enjoy his shower for as long as he desired.
After much discussion they’d realized the younger Elric was, not unexpectedly, a bit hypersensitive. Simple things like a faint breeze or the shifting of his shirt when he moved seemed an enormous rush of sensation. They were both confident that it would fade once his body and mind learned to work together to regulate his senses. Though Ed would miss the little squeak of surprise when he casually slung his arm around the other’s shoulders. The expression of awed elation that had lit his face - his face! -had made Ed’s heart stop for one breath taking moment. In such a state, it was only natural that Al would linger in the shower, relishing the play of water on his skin.
Ed was halfway done with his braid when a startled cry came from the bathroom followed by a sharp rending sound. Edward bolted to his feet in a panic, eyes wide and heart thundering as he slammed the door open, palms together, alchemy crackling along his finger tips.
“Al!” Gold eyes darted around the small room, squinting through the steam curling towards the ceiling.
“Sorry, Brother.” Al called sheepishly. Ed blinked at the shower curtain, which sagged heavily in the middle, supported only by a couple rings on either side. The water cut off and Al’s head appeared over the gap, smiling and running a hand through his hair, combing his bangs back from his face. Water still slid down the collapsed curtain, pooling around the rug outside the tub and drifting towards Ed’s feet.
The shorter blonde sighed in relief, releasing the charge of alchemy and letting his shoulders sag. “What happened?” He asked, laughter barely contained, as he watched Al look warily at the curtain rod.
“My balance isn’t very good.” Al blushed. “I’d forgotten how slippery it gets…” He trailed off and Ed cursed himself for not suggesting that Al take a bath instead. Of course, his body was still fairly weak and he’d never showered before, having been too young the last time it was necessary. Ed had also done everything he could to keep Al away from water of any kind, lest his blood seal wash away.
“You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?” Ed asked gently, stepping towards Al, who was still in the tub, almost hiding behind the mangled curtain. Ed paused, grimacing at how cold the water on the floor was. He glanced down then back up at Al, lifting an eyebrow.
“No, I’m fine. I…’” He looked up at the curtain rod again. “I caught myself.”
Ed shook his head. “I noticed… why’s the water so cold? You know, most people take hot showers.” Ed teased.
“I know… the hot water felt good but…” Al shrugged and flushed slightly. Ed just smiled. Of course, Al would want to feel the difference. He’d have probably stood around in the shower playing with the temperature alone for twenty minutes.
“Well come on, get out of there so I can see the damage and get it fixed.” Ed waved his brother toward him, stepping carefully on the wet floor. Al delicately picked his way around the curtain, reaching for one of the fluffy blue towels as he stepped out of the tub. The younger Elric squawked again, flailing slightly as his foot slid out from under him. Edward dove forward to catch his brother, belatedly realizing that his own footing was unsteady at best. Auto mail and flesh both gave out under the impact of Al’s weight and the two of them crashed to the floor.
Ed grunted as the air was knocked out of his lungs. He coughed slightly and blinked up at his brother, desperate to make sure he was okay. A thick curtain of dark gold hair filtered the bright lights and shadowed the face above him. Al’s eyes were wide and slightly dazed, though they shone like antique gold, darkened by age but no less brilliant.
“You okay?” Ed asked, still slightly breathless since Al made no move to lift his weight off of his brother. When he lifted a hand to push that fall of hair back behind Al’s ear hazel eyes fluttered closed and an almost inaudible gasp escaped him. Ed furrowed his brow, concern etching itself on his features. Then Al shuddered.
Bright golden eyes widened in comprehension. The demanding pressure against his thigh certainly better explained the decision for such frigid water. Ed almost rolled his eyes at himself. His poor brother had been going through sensory overload for the last day and a half and he was still only a teen. He should’ve expected this, really he should have, but this was Alphonse. His sweet innocent little brother. Okay, maybe not so innocent… or little, he thought wryly.
“Al?” He asked gently. His brother’s face was contorted in a look of intense concentration, as though it took all he had not to just fall apart at the new flood of sensation. Which made sense. The thigh that the younger brother was all but straddling was half warm flesh and half cold unyielding steel, covered only by the thin fabric of the shorts Ed slept in, which were now quite wet as he lay there soaking up the pool of cold water. As was his habit Ed wore no shirt when he slept, the auto mail tended to rip them when he tossed and turned, and so their chests pressed together, warm and solid. It was a pleasant contrast to the cold at his back and he could only imagine the intensity of the sensation for his brother. It should’ve seemed strange; having his brother on top of him in his current state but Ed dismissed it. They were strange. Everything about them was unusual; it had become something of a game, seeing how many ways they could be different once they gave up on being normal.
Al took a deep, shuddering breath, slowly blinking open his eyes. Ed’s breath caught in his throat when Al looked down at him, his eyes large and dilated, ringed by a band of bright bronze. It was hard to identify just what emotions wove through the liquid metal but Edward was sure there was want, confusion, love. It was beautiful… he was beautiful.
Embarrassment began to crawl into his features, his gaze focusing on Edward a little more sharply as his mind funneled out the wash of sensation to allow for thought. Pale skin darkened in a blush and Al opened his mouth, an apology ready on his tongue.
Edward didn’t give him the chance; he surged forward, stealing the apology from his brother’s lips with a searing kiss. Al’s lips were full and soft, warm and quivering above him. There was a quiet gasp but Ed devoured it, pushing himself up on his elbows to be closer to the younger man. It seemed right somehow that, having shared everything since before they could remember, they should share this as well.
Part of Ed’s brain was screaming at him that he was kissing his brother. His brother. And that, dammit all, he was supposed to protect his little brother from the big bad world, not make himself a part of it. That he was taking advantage of Al’s inability to think through the influx of too many new sensations. But the rest of him was content that he loved his brother, more than anything else in the world. That he would give Alphonse anything and everything that was in his power to give, and even what he couldn’t, so long as he could be happy.
Trembling hands closed on his shoulders, one on flesh and one on metal. Al pushed himself away, breaking the gentle contact of their lips. Ed blinked his eyes open, pleased to see emotion thick in the dazed bronze depths of Al’s eyes again. He hummed contentedly, a lazy smile crawling over his face. The younger man fell against him, his heated face resting against the cool metal of Ed’s auto mail shoulder.
Ed lifted his left hand to stroke through the thick mass of Al’s hair. He only made it through twice when Al pushed himself up, rising to his knees and scrabbling after his, now soaked, towel.
“I’m sorry, Brother.” He squeaked, overbalancing in his attempt to stand and landing with a squelch on the rug. Al drew his knees up to his chest, crossing his arms over them and leaning his forehead on his wrists. He trembled with the force of his breathing, too quick, too shallow.
Guilt washed over Ed. “Fuck” He muttered as he pushed himself up. The last thing he’d wanted to do was make his brother uncomfortable. He just… he wanted to help, he wanted to be there for him in every way he could.
“Hey…” He tugged at one of Al’s wrists, cocking his head to the side in an attempt to catch the younger man’s eyes. “Al…” His brother shook his head against his wrists, his hair sliding forward from his shoulders to hang almost entirely on either side of his face. “Al, I’m sorry.” Ed was surprised when Al looked up, staring at him through damp bangs. His eyes were wide with something akin to fear and his face burned with a fierce blush.
“It’s wrong, Brother.” He whispered, his voice shaky. Ed looked away for the briefest moment. He knew that, really he did but he couldn’t bring himself to care. They’d never played by society’s rules and it seemed a silly time to start now. Gold eyes met bronze and he shrugged a little, quirking his lips up in a half-hearted, sheepish smile. Al closed his eyes again, turning his face into his knees. “I… I liked it.” He stammered, shame pitching his voice higher.
Ed swallowed an exasperated sigh, trust his brother to let guilt stop him from enjoying something.
“Alphonse…” Ed spoke quietly, his voice serious. Both the tone and the use of his full name made the younger man look up again. Ed smiled softly at his brother, reaching up with his left hand to cup his face. He wove his fingers into thick dark gold hair. “Haven’t you been denied enough?”
Al gasped, hazel eyes widening with surprise before his expression softened. He opened his mouth again to protest, though there was hesitancy in his eyes. That slight hesitation was all it took. Al was the most selfless person Ed had ever known, going so far as to feel guilty for enjoying something unless it was for the benefit of another. Well if Ed had to push it to make him stop thinking and just relax, sit back and take the pleasure life had to offer, then so be it.
The fingers in Al’s hair tightened a little, adding a slight pressure as the shorter man leaned forward. He kissed his brother again, harder and more demanding than the first. This time when Al’s lips parted in a silent gasp Ed teased his lips further apart with his tongue before delving inside. As Ed plundered his brother’s mouth, deepening the kiss with fierce intensity, tiny little mewling sounds issued from the younger man’s throat.
Slowly Ed pulled away, breath coming hard but not nearly as harsh as Al’s panting breaths. Long hair slightly disheveled by Ed’s grip, cheeks flushed, lips wet and reddened from the kiss, eyes half-lidded and bright with passion… Ed marveled at him for a moment, sitting there looking so thoroughly debauched and Ed had merely kissed him. Desire, thick and hot coiled tightly in him and then Ed was on him again.
Al squawked with surprise when Ed tackled him to the floor, water splashing up around them. Bronze eyes slid out of focus and he gasped again, shivering at the cold water, the slick tiles and the rough texture of the rug all playing over his back. Ed smirked against the smooth pale skin of his brother’s chest, knowing that the starkly contrasting sensations must be driving Al mad.
The shorter man leaned up, letting his lips trail over his brother’s throat. He gently closed his teeth on the younger man’s throat, his own eyes fluttering closed at the feel of his brother’s pulse thundering against his tongue. It was immensely satisfying not just to see and know but to feel the proof of Al’s humanity against him, beneath him, throbbing against his tongue. Al let out a soft cry when teeth pressed against his throat and he writhed beneath Ed.
A faint red ring showed on the pale skin when Ed finally relinquished his hold on the teen. Gold eyes flicked up to his brother’s face, smirking when their gazes met. However hazy Al’s mind may have been he was still coherent enough to stare at Ed with such undeniable hunger that it made the elder shudder, a quiet groan escaping him. Ed relished the expressiveness of his brother’s face, as yet unschooled in hiding his emotions in any way. It would be dangerous in the future but for the moment Ed allowed himself the pleasure of watching the shifts of Al’s expression.
The light flicker of pink tongue against red, kiss-bruised lips when Ed moved down Al’s chest, long bangs trailing over his skin but otherwise not touching. A sharp intake of breath, as if bracing himself when the shorter man laid his lips gently against the pale skin. Bronze eyes widening ever so slightly when Ed’s mouth moved towards one dusky nipple. Dark gold brows furrowing as Ed’s tongue swirled around that nipple.
When Ed sealed his lips over that tempting nub, sucking lightly and flicking his tongue over it, Al surrendered, eyes fluttering shut and his breath leaving him in a rush. Cool, smooth metal fingers came up to tease the other nipple and Ed was rewarded with a long low moan from his brother. Al squirmed, hands coming up to scrabble at Ed, one hand finding purchase in his damp hair, the other clinging hard to his side. He let his teeth scrape over the nipple. A hiss left him when the hand in his hair tightened painfully. He pulled his mouth away, letting his weight shift to his auto mail hand so he could disentangle Al’s fingers from the side of his head.
Al blinked his eyes open at the touch to his hand. It took him a moment to realize that he’d hurt the shorter man. Ed leaned up again, kissing Al’s lips lightly, smiling at him and chasing away the horrified expression before it had time to fully form. He wound his fingers into the clinging damp tendrils at the base of Al’s skull, tightening his grip and tugging lightly.
“Like this.” He breathed the words against his brother’s lips, watching his face carefully for discomfort. Al hummed approvingly, letting his head tip back with the pressure. Ed ducked his head to kiss and nibble at the throat so willingly exposed to him before relinquishing his grip on Al’s hair and moving back down.
This time his mouth found the opposite nipple, his flesh hand trailing over Al’s shoulder to play with the one he’d already abused with teeth and tongue. A breathy moan escaped the younger man, his mouth falling open and his hand returning to Ed’s hair. Hazel eyes, heavy-lidded with desire, watched him carefully as slender fingers wound into the hair at the nape of his neck and tightened. Ed smiled, shuddering slightly at the pressure. He lifted his mouth from Al’s chest, the angle increasing the pressure slightly. Al’s face blurred for a moment before he refocused his eyes on his brother’s face.
“Harder.” The word was thick on his tongue, dripping from his lips like something tangible, rough with desire. Al bit his lip with reluctance, obviously wary of hurting the man again, but acquiesced. The hand in his hair, tensed, pulling hard, making his head snap back and a lusty cry escape his lips. He could feel Al shift beneath him but the steady pull against his hair made his eyes flutter closed and his back arch slightly. Then hot lips found their way to his throat, laying hesitant kisses over his pulse and a groan rumbled from his chest.
“Al,” Ed moaned his brother’s name and the younger man took it for the encouragement it was, gently letting teeth come in to play against his skin. Auto mail fingers rose to close over Al’s shoulder, pressing him back down to the floor. A faint shake of his head and, after a sharp spike of pain that made Edward shudder hard, Al released his hair. If the younger man got brave enough to really use his teeth Ed knew he’d lose it completely and, dammit all, he was supposed to be the one making his brother stop thinking not the other way around.
Ed growled slightly, kissing the man hard and deep while his flesh hand ghosted over his side, fingertips trailing lightly over his ribs. Al moaned into his mouth but when hands reached up to pull him closer Ed broke the kiss. He skimmed down his brother’s chest with long slow licks and quick little nips, all teasing and playful. Al gasped and squirmed beneath him, giggling when something tickled but the giggles were almost immediately followed up by deep groans. Ed’s hands danced over pale skin, surprised at how dark his own looked against Al’s.
Teeth nipped lightly at the edge of Al’s belly button then he let his tongue dip in, blowing a stream of air over the dampness. The younger man writhed harder at that. When Ed let that cool brush of air travel lower, ghosting over his brother’s erection, Al let out a soft cry, hips bucking of their own accord. Ed smirked, situating himself a little more comfortably between Al’s legs. He took a moment to admire the flush on that pale skin, those red lips parted to allow for panting gasps, damp bangs clinging to his rounded face, and the expression as Al looked down at him through half-lidded eyes.
Ed gave his brother the best sultry smile he could manage before he leaned down, letting the tip of his tongue trail up the younger man’s length. Al gasped and arched, lifting his hips and clenching his eyes closed. Ed’s smirk grew and he licked him again, one sure stroke from base to tip before wrapping his lips around the head. His brother cried out, hands scrabbling at the slick tile beneath him for a hand hold. Ed didn’t even have time to do anything more than seal his mouth around the younger man when Al’s hips bucked up against him.
From the startled cry of “Brother!” Ed wasn’t sure which of them was more surprised by the orgasm that took the younger man. Ed hummed contentedly, swallowing down the salty heat before releasing Al from his mouth. He looked up at his brother, breath coming hard and eyes wide and glazed. It occurred to him, as he licked his lips, savoring the taste of Al on his tongue, that he was the cause of his brother’s very first orgasm. There was something immensely pleasing about the thought and a distant, possessive part of him contemplated the merits of being the cause of every one there after.
Slowly, Al came back to himself, eyes half lidded and hazy, cheeks flushed to a bright pink. He opened his mouth a few times, then licked his lips and took a deep breath. Ed smirked, leaning up to kiss him, slow and lingering. He kissed him until his head spun with the need for air, only breaking away when his chest began to hurt from the lack of oxygen. They both took in great, gasping breaths and Ed laid his head on Al’s shoulder for a moment.
“Brother…” Al said, voice breathy but thoughtful. “Is it always like that? So…” he paused, searching for the right word. “Intense?”
Ed smirked, rolling to his side to look up at Al’s face. He stretched slightly and flicked his bangs out of his face with a practiced gesture. “Only if you’re doing it right.” He said smugly. Al chuckled and shook his head slightly, though his cheeks darkened in a blush.
Ed soon found his own cheeks heating as bronze eyes examined him in a way he was sure they never had in the past. Then Al was leaning towards him, kissing him this time, though Ed quickly took control of the kiss. Ed moaned softly into Al’s mouth and the younger man’s hands found their way to his body. Slender, almost delicate, fingers drew lazy patterns over his skin. They would pause here and there to caress a scar or linger over particularly sensitive spots, the places that made Ed’s muscles twitch or his breath catch.
The kiss was sensual and leisurely, matching the unhurried dance of Al’s fingers over Ed’s skin. When they finally pulled apart again Ed was nearly on top of his brother again, desperately trying to press himself closer. Al’s hands rested lightly at his waist and Ed shivered when Al slipped a finger under the waistband of his shorts.
“Brother…” It was partially a question, though there was a hint of teasing in his voice. It did seem rather silly, considering recent activities, to still be wearing wet shorts. Ed grinned, leaning up to press a chaste kiss to Al’s lips before standing, eager to be able to feel every inch of his brother against him.
Ed squirmed awkwardly, the wet material clinging to his body and bunching where it shouldn’t. When the offending article fell in a twisted lump to the floor, splattering them both with water, Ed made a triumphant “ha!”. Al laughed, the sound rolling from his lips rich with amusement. Ed grinned at his brother. He had once wondered if he’d ever hear that sound without the metallic echo that had marred it for so long. Now, to hear him laugh, really laugh, made Ed’s heart soar. The grin gave way to his own laughter and he shook his head slightly at his own ridiculously cliché thoughts.
The laughter caught in his throat, along with his breath when warm hands pressed against his thighs. He blinked, startled to see that, while he was distracted, Alphonse had shifted to kneel at his feet. His eyes widened in surprise when Al smiled up at him, a hint of mischief in his hazel eyes. The younger man pressed a light kiss to his hip then nipped at the sensitive skin there.
His eyelids fluttered but he refused to let them close completely, the sight before him was far too sumptuous to pass up. In his current position Al’s hair fell to the floor, the ends clinging damply to the tiles and his legs. Bronze eyes stared up at him attentively through the spray of dark gold bangs. Al leaned close to him, hesitating for a moment and looking as though he was not exactly sure how he should proceed. When his tongue came out to wet his lips it brushed against Ed’s erection, making the shorter man’s breath stutter.
Al’s smile widened and he leaned in that last fraction of an inch to press his lips against the head of Ed’s cock. Gold eyes fell closed for a brief moment and teeth pressed into his lower lip, stifling a groan as his brother slowly slid his mouth down around him. He forced his eyes open, moaning louder at the sight of Al’s already reddened lips, wet with saliva, gliding down his length. The younger man’s cheeks hollowed when he sucked hard on his brother.
He muffled a cry with teeth hard against his lip but could not control the twitch of his hips. Al jerked away quickly, coughing into his hand. Ed cursed, dropping to his knees next to his brother. His flesh hand gripped Al’s shoulder and he watched the younger man carefully. Al cleared his throat, wincing ever so slightly, and offered Ed a sheepish smile.
“Sorry…” The teen said quietly, looking guiltily away from him. Ed wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close and kissing his hair.
“Don’t apologize.” Ed commanded, squeezing his brother closer.
“But-“
“No.” Ed snapped, pulling away enough to look Al in the eye. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” He insisted and Al slowly nodded. The younger man leaned back into Ed’s embrace, snuggling close to him. “You know me, never able to control myself.” Ed joked, petting Al’s hair lightly. His brother buried his face against his neck to stifle his laughter which made a small sound of pleasure work its way from Ed’s throat.
Al responded by kissing and nibbling at his neck again, pressing the tentative control Ed had. He didn’t want to pressure Al into doing anything he wasn’t ready for but if they kept this teasing up for much longer he was going to die. He was almost painfully hard and Al rubbing against him and licking his neck wasn’t helping. Teeth bit down sharply over his pulse and Ed cried out loudly, muscles tensing and making him writhe against his brother. Al let go quickly, leaning back to look at his brother but Ed just slumped forward against him.
“Fucking hell…” He muttered into a pale shoulder.
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” Al asked, worry tainting his voice.
Ed chuckled. “Good… very good.” He smiled up at his brother before kissing him once again, gently pressing the younger man onto his back again. Al hummed happily into his mouth and bringing his hands up to toy with Ed’s nipples again. The elder gasped, breaking the kiss and biting into his lip as he moaned. He breathed heavily through his nose, mind scrambling desperately as he tried to determine how best to proceed without making Al uncomfortable but still satisfying them both.
Slowly, he drew Al’s hands away, sliding down his brother’s body again. He knelt, straddling one of Al’s thighs and bent forward, trailing his lips over the muscles of his brother’s stomach. He gradually turned his attentions to the younger man’s cock, already half hard again. In one smooth motion he took all of the other man into his mouth, years of eating with a certain vivacity having all but destroyed any gag reflex he may have once had. It was a handy trick he’d discovered some time ago in his romps with the only other person he’d experimented with. Apparently it was somewhat impressive but he’d thought nothing of it.
“B-Brother!” Alphonse moaned above him, hands coming down to rest on his head, not demanding just there, encouraging him as surely as the younger man’s moans. He let auto mail fingers tease patterns up the pale chest, the metal warmed by so much contact with their bodies. When those fingers trailed lightly over Al’s lips his brother obediently opened his mouth. Ed slid two fingers between eager lips, wondering idly if it tasted or felt strange. Then again, Al had never had the experience of sucking on flesh fingers so he would have nothing to compare it to.
Al moaned around his fingers, tongue spreading the digits apart then sucking lightly on them. His brother seemed determined to better acclimate himself to the sensation of having something in his mouth, swirling his tongue and sucking vigorously. The thought of having those impatient lips wrapped around his cock again made Edward groan, the sound vibrating along the flesh in his mouth. Al’s mouth fell open in a moan and Ed used the opportunity to withdraw his fingers.
A whimper escaped the younger man but Ed ignored it, as well as the tongue that reached out to lap at his retreating fingers. He lifted the hand that had been on Al’s hip, steadying him. Flesh fingers met auto mail and a tiny flicker of blue light raced over his fingers. When his brother leaned up, mouth open as if to question just what he was doing Ed reapplied himself to the erection in his mouth more forcefully. Al groaned, letting his head fall back again and his hips twitched upwards.
Ed’s fingers slid over each other with ease, something far wetter than just saliva now coating the auto mail digits. He concentrated hard on keeping his brother distracted with his mouth. He’d heard that it somewhat painful the first time. Ed was determined to ensure that Alphonse would feel no pain. Patience had never been one of his virtues, however.
One finger slid in with relative ease, no signs of pain showing. Then a second finger joined the first and Ed pressed his face hard against Al, working his throat over his brother’s cock. The younger man fisted his hands in his hair, crying out beneath him and Ed’s hard won control broke.
He pulled his mouth away quickly and shifted his position. One hand braced against Al’s chest as hazel eyes blinked up at him in surprise. Spit and lube mingled on his hand when he gripped his brother, slowly lowering himself onto Al. His breath hissed out between clenched teeth and for half a second he wondered if he should’ve taken more time to prepare himself.
“Brother!” Ed shuddered at the hoarse quality of Al’s voice, bronze eyes wide with surprise. There was something close to fear in those depths, and Ed worried that it would be too much too fast. Then Al’s head fell back, his hands coming up to rest on the shorter man’s hips as he slowly let himself sink. His thighs quivered with tension as he finally settled, Al fully seated inside him.
It didn’t hurt, not exactly, but the stretch of his muscles almost burned. Some of the discomfort must’ve showed on his face because Al reached up to brush sweaty strands of hair away from his eyes, palm cupping his cheek. He hadn’t even realized he’d closed his eyes until that point. When he blinked his eyes open Al was staring at him with something akin to amazement, obviously struggling to maintain coherent thought.
“Don’t hurt yourself, Brother.” Alphonse whispered, voice unsteady.
Ed shook his head. “Stupid, it doesn’t hurt… just....” Ed paused, forcing himself to relax then experimentally tensing his muscles again. Al gasped and Ed echoed him. “Just feels a little odd.” He rocked his hips up a little and Al moaned, the sound vibrating through Ed’s hand still braced against Al’s chest. Ed shifted his weight to his other hand, clenched against the rug at Al’s back and laid himself over his brother. He stretched but found he was just a little bit too short to reach Al’s mouth without some assistance.
“Kiss me.” He murmured breathlessly and Al ducked his head, sealing his mouth over Ed’s in a soul searing kiss. This time Ed did not try to wrest control from his brother, letting the younger man explore his mouth with slow strokes of his tongue.
When they finally broke apart for much needed air, Alphonse collapsed back against the rug again, rolling his shoulders a little to release the built up tension of holding the slightly awkward position. Ed smiled down at his brother and shifted himself upright again. He sank a little further onto Al and the younger man moaned, the hands on Ed’s hips tightening their grip.
Hazel eyes watched him intently. Or, at least, they tried. Ed was pleased to see that every tiny shift he made as he tried to adjust to the unusual sensation made those bronze eyes slide out of focus for a moment. When Ed finally, finally, lifted himself up then slid back down in one smooth stroke Al gave up trying to keep his eyes open. Bronze eyes clenched closed, a soft cry escaped him and the hands on Ed’s hips pulled him down even as Al arched his back, pressing up harder into the body above him.
“Fuck!” Ed growled, eyes going wide as the change in angle pressed against something inside him that made stars dance across his vision and his limbs, auto mail or not, tremble with the force of it. His hands found Al’s shoulders and he moved against the grip of his brother’s hands, up then back down. Teeth bit into his lip hard enough to draw blood, smothering a loud moan.
When he raised himself up again, Al’s hands helped him move, rather than trying to hold him down. He blinked down at his brother, hovering there, with only the very tip of Al’s cock inside him. Gold eyes met bronze and for a brief moment Al focused on Edward.
“Your lip…” the younger man started to say then Ed was pressing down fast and hard, Al’s hips surging up in response. Both of them cried out that time, but while Ed’s shout rang off the tile walls of the bathroom, Al’s sounds were quiet and breathy, as if he couldn’t get enough air in his lungs to force out anything more substantial.
Ed never gave him the opportunity to draw a deeper breath. Using the leverage afforded by his grip on Al’s shoulders he set up a steady rhythm, steady but slow enough to drive them both out of their minds. Alphonse writhed beneath him, trying to get his feet under him so that he could do more than just guide Ed’s hips with his hands. His feet squeaked against the wet tile, sliding away with the slightest pressure. Edward took pity on his brother, slamming down hard and grinding himself against the younger man. A moan spilled from bloodied lips even as Al gasped.
“Brother!” The hands on his hips gripped almost painfully hard. Ed looked down at the flushed, panting form beneath him, knowing that he looked much the same. Bronze eyes blinked up at him, wondering why on earth he would’ve stopped. Ed drew his flesh hand away from Al’s shoulder and to the hand on his hip. With gentle fingers Ed dragged the hand away, guiding his brother to wrap long pale fingers around his own neglected cock.
“Please, Al.” He managed in a rough voice. The first tentative stroke made his hips jerk and his back bowed. Ed fell forward, clenching his fists against Al’s chest. When he began to move again the rhythm was hard and desperate, unstable whenever Al’s motions changed the angle or the grip his brother had on his cock shifted.
Pleasure surged through him, sparking along his skin demandingly but he forced his eyes open, forced himself to focus on Al’s face beneath him. His arms shook with the effort of supporting himself and his thighs quivered with the strain of the continued motion. His breath came in harsh pants and he knew he could not stave off the inevitable for long but the distant part of his mind that was still vaguely coherent wanted his brother to be right there with him.
“Al,” he gasped, choking on the word as a particularly rough thrust made his thoughts flee him. The thick rasp of his voice made Al open his eyes, staring up at him with an almost reverent expression. Ed wondered, briefly, at the expression then the hand that had been holding his hip with bruising force lifted to brush against his flesh hand where it was fisted against Al’s chest. Delicate fingers skated up his arm to cup his cheek.
“So beautiful..” Al’s voice was so quiet, so breathy he almost didn’t hear the words. Gold eyes widened in surprise and his elbows finally gave out. His weight bearing him down to his forearms, braced unsteadily against Al’s shoulders. The hand on his face threaded back into his hair, pulling him off balance, and crashing their mouths together in a desperate kiss.
Al moaned into his mouth, his body shuddering beneath him, hand tightening on his cock. The younger man’s hips jerked hard, slamming up into him one final time as he came. The last tentative strains of Ed’s control snapped, his back arching and hips grinding down against Al. He wrenched his mouth away, a breathless cry leaving his lips as he spilled himself over his brother’s hand.
They stayed that way for a few thunderous moments, foreheads pressed together, hair mingling in a spill of contrasting golds, after shocks still trembling through them both, eyes closed and lungs burning as they sucked down great gasping breaths. Al’s hand slowly relaxed, falling from the back of Ed’s neck gracelessly. It was as if that was Ed’s cue, collapsing onto his brother, muscles reduced to little more than jelly and head spinning from the force of his orgasm.
Ed forced himself to move, shoving off of Al and onto the floor next to him, lest he crush his brother. He winced at the cold bite of the damp tile against his bare skin, snuggling closer to Al. A sigh escaped him when he stretched his legs out, relieving some of the ache in his thighs. Al’s arm slid around his shoulders, pulling him close and humming happily into his hair.
“Love you, Brother.” The younger man whispered, his breath ghosting over Ed’s neck. Edward smiled lazily, dropping his lips to Al’s shoulder in a faint kiss.
“Love you too.” Ed murmured back.
After all, in the chaos of their lives wasn’t that the only thing they’d never been denied?