Pleasures of the Flesh (Havoc x Roy drabble)
Title: Pleasures of the Flesh
Characters: Jean Havoc x Roy Mustang
Rating: R, to be safe.
Warnings: Yaoi, though nothing very explicit
Summary: There is little more pleasurable than the pleasure of the flesh.
Flesh on flesh.
Bodies intertwined.
Two bodies, two souls, becoming one.
Even after they had been together for several years, Jean Havoc could still not get over how new- how wonderful it felt when he shared his bed with his lover.
Limbs tangle.
Sweat forms and mingles.
Fingers probe, touch, explore.
It was like the first time every time with him. This was forbidden and wrong to everyone else, but that didn't matter. He was Roy's, and Roy was his.
Words were softly spoken.
Groans of pleasure filled the air.
He yelled his lover's name.
Fire, like a flame grew within him- a fire of lust and pleasure that only *his* alchemist could tame, control, manipulate. Snuff if out, or let it grow to a wildfire inside his heart.
Throes of ecstasy.
Bucking wildly.
Feel the essence move.
And when it was all over, and they laid together for a while together, in a sheen of sweat and exhaustion, Roy would start to drift off towards sleep almost immediately. Jean gave him a kiss and got out of bed, pulled on a pair of old sweatpants, and went out to the porch to smoke his last cigarette of the night.
Breathe.
Breathe in.
Breath out.
Characters: Jean Havoc x Roy Mustang
Rating: R, to be safe.
Warnings: Yaoi, though nothing very explicit
Summary: There is little more pleasurable than the pleasure of the flesh.
Flesh on flesh.
Bodies intertwined.
Two bodies, two souls, becoming one.
Even after they had been together for several years, Jean Havoc could still not get over how new- how wonderful it felt when he shared his bed with his lover.
Limbs tangle.
Sweat forms and mingles.
Fingers probe, touch, explore.
It was like the first time every time with him. This was forbidden and wrong to everyone else, but that didn't matter. He was Roy's, and Roy was his.
Words were softly spoken.
Groans of pleasure filled the air.
He yelled his lover's name.
Fire, like a flame grew within him- a fire of lust and pleasure that only *his* alchemist could tame, control, manipulate. Snuff if out, or let it grow to a wildfire inside his heart.
Throes of ecstasy.
Bucking wildly.
Feel the essence move.
And when it was all over, and they laid together for a while together, in a sheen of sweat and exhaustion, Roy would start to drift off towards sleep almost immediately. Jean gave him a kiss and got out of bed, pulled on a pair of old sweatpants, and went out to the porch to smoke his last cigarette of the night.
Breathe.
Breathe in.
Breath out.