FMA fic: "Twice the Trouble" 1/1
Oh, look, a ficlet I wrote for fma_ihop.
Twice the Trouble
evil_little_dog
Rating: Adult.
Disclaimer: Never, ever, have I been mistaken for Hiromu Arakawa...drat it.
Summary: In charge of two hotties, what's Winry to do? ...go for it, of course.
Warning: Sex. Threesome.
Prompt: Ed/Winry/Ling; femmedom.
Story Status: Complete.
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Ling, of course, was up for it, though Winry personally thought he'd be up for any new experience. Then again, maybe it wasn't so new to him. Who knew what they did in Xing, especially with Ling being a prince and him being one of however many kids and Winry decided then and there she really didn't want to think any more about it. Ed, on the other hand, well, he took a little more persuading. Mostly involving the judicious application of a pair of silk scarves and Ed's...understanding...that doing what Winry told him to do usually meant he'd be happier in the long run.
Ed, unfortunately, wasn't too keen on Ling suddenly walking into the bedroom. "What the hell is he doing here?" He strained up against the bonds, the muscles in his left arm and upper chest cording and Winry was hard pressed not to just toss Ling out of the room and forget the whole thing - except Ling's eyes were dark and rich with want and Winry felt that all the way down in her womb.
"Shut up, Ed." She slapped one hand over his mouth before he could say anything else, risking a biting, Winry knew, and beckoned Ling closer with the other. "Ling, get undressed." He reached for his jacket and Winry held up his hand to stop him. "Slowly." Ed grunted something under her hand and Winry shot him a quick glare. Even that wasn't enough to quail her boyfriend, though the rosy hue of his skin as he built up to a full-blown fit was pretty. Well, there were definite ways of taking care of Ed and Winry did have two hands. Reaching down, she took hold of his penis, giving it a squeeze. Ed made an unintelligible noise under her other hand which Winry ignored in favor of Ling dropping that colorful jacket to the floor and stripping out of his undershirt.
"Should I undress further?" Ling gave her a coy smile, his fingers hovering over the sash at his waist.
"Yes." Winry nodded. "And then you can finish undressing me." She squeezed Ed firmly to forestall any muffled protests, hearing a squeak instead. Oops. Maybe that was a bit too tight. She made up for it by giving his shaft a stroke. Hmmm, Ed was starting to get hard again. Winry glanced over at him. "Are you going to behave?" She curled her fingers around his balls, giving him ample time to think over his answer to her question and what might happen if he responded incorrectly.
Ed flicked his gaze toward Ling then back at her. At least the scowl was better than the red-faced fury he'd worn earlier.
"Are you?" Winry tightened her grip on his testicles just a little bit.
With a muffled grumble that had to include some cursing, Winry was sure of it, Ed bobbed his head once though his eyes drifted sideways, the way they did when he was going to lie. Of course, he did the same thing when he was uncomfortable with something and Winry was sure he wasn't all too cozy with this idea. She lifted her hand from his mouth, pleased when Ed didn't start shrieking, and swirled her palm over the head of his penis.
Ling had finished untying the sash and was working on his trousers, pushing them over his lean hips. Winry licked her lips unconsciously, shifting her thighs. Butterflies swarmed in her stomach by the time Ling had finished undressing, his hands spread slightly out from his sides, as if putting himself on display was a common occurrence. "Come here." Winry was just happy her voice didn't quake. Ling was obedient though his expression led her to believe he was humoring her. Time to show him what she was made of. “My feet.” Ling dropped his gaze to them and Winry wiggled her toes. “Lick my feet.”
Ed always liked it when she bossed him around and from the way his cock stiffened in her hand, it didn’t really matter who she was bossing around. Maybe it was the tone of her voice. “Ed, bend your legs.” He could be made useful, too, bent knees worked pretty well as a backrest, after all. Ling dropped to his knees in front of her, lifting her right foot as if it was something delicate. The tip of his tongue peeped out, his dark eyes flicking up to meet hers as he drew his tongue along her instep.
Shivering at that touch, Winry swallowed a soft moan. Ed might willingly give over in the bedroom but Ling seemed ready to take control if she gave him the opening. She planted her free foot against Ling’s chest, pushing him back to the floor. Rising from the bed, Winry stood over him. That little smirk made up her mind before she realized it and Winry swooped down over him, her knees framing his skull. “Lick me.”
“Winry!” She could hear Ed thrashing on the bed.
“Be. Quiet.” Winry didn’t even look over her shoulder at him, trusting Ed to obey. “Ling? What are you waiting for?”
The tip of a tongue touched her then, sliding through her folds. This wasn’t something she and Ed had tried before and Winry had to bite her lip to keep from shouting at the sensation. It felt a little strange, definitely different from fingers or a penis, but Ling’s tongue conformed to her body in such pleasurable ways. No wonder Mr. Garfiel always went on about liking boys who used their mouths. The only thing wrong with this position, as far as Winry could tell, was she didn’t have anything to play with herself and that just wouldn’t do. Getting up, she couldn’t help but grin at Ling’s jutting erection. “Get on the bed, Ling.”
Ed growled but both she and Ling ignored him, Ling obediently sitting on the corner of the bed, conveniently out of reach of Ed’s twitching feet. Winry was beginning to think maybe she should have anchored all Ed’s limbs to the bedposts. “Stay still.” Leaning over the bed, she tapped Ed’s nose. He glared back at her but subsided with a grumble that rose to a screech when he realized exactly what part of his body Ling was studying.
Rolling her eyes, Winry swung her leg over Ed’s stomach, facing Ling. That effectively blocked Ed’s view of what Ling might look at or she might direct him to touch, though Winry knew Ed would recognize her hand on his penis. Beckoning Ling closer, Winry grasped his cock in her other hand, feeling the differences between the two men. Ed’s was thicker and blushed up a rich, red; while Ling’s was a little bit longer and had a dusky rose color. Both were vocal; Ed’s moans low and guttural, considering his high pitched voice, while Ling nearly purred, a rich, imperial sound that suited what he’d told Winry about being a prince. Winry decided she loved this particular chorus, more so because she was making it happen. Her hands opened at the same time, making both young men stammer in protest, words that she hushed with a hand on Ling’s mouth and a glance over her shoulder at Ed.
Squirming back onto the bed, she worked at the knots in the silk scarves, releasing Ed’s flesh arm first. Ling still crouched near the footboard, lust mixed with curiosity in his eyes. When Ed’s automail wrist was untied, Winry shoved him sideways a bit with her hip, leaning back into the pillows. “All right, guys,” she ran the back of her right hand down Ed’s chest and held out the other to Ling, “no fighting, now. There’s enough of me to go around."
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Twice the Trouble
evil_little_dog
Rating: Adult.
Disclaimer: Never, ever, have I been mistaken for Hiromu Arakawa...drat it.
Summary: In charge of two hotties, what's Winry to do? ...go for it, of course.
Warning: Sex. Threesome.
Prompt: Ed/Winry/Ling; femmedom.
Story Status: Complete.
* * *
Ling, of course, was up for it, though Winry personally thought he'd be up for any new experience. Then again, maybe it wasn't so new to him. Who knew what they did in Xing, especially with Ling being a prince and him being one of however many kids and Winry decided then and there she really didn't want to think any more about it. Ed, on the other hand, well, he took a little more persuading. Mostly involving the judicious application of a pair of silk scarves and Ed's...understanding...that doing what Winry told him to do usually meant he'd be happier in the long run.
Ed, unfortunately, wasn't too keen on Ling suddenly walking into the bedroom. "What the hell is he doing here?" He strained up against the bonds, the muscles in his left arm and upper chest cording and Winry was hard pressed not to just toss Ling out of the room and forget the whole thing - except Ling's eyes were dark and rich with want and Winry felt that all the way down in her womb.
"Shut up, Ed." She slapped one hand over his mouth before he could say anything else, risking a biting, Winry knew, and beckoned Ling closer with the other. "Ling, get undressed." He reached for his jacket and Winry held up his hand to stop him. "Slowly." Ed grunted something under her hand and Winry shot him a quick glare. Even that wasn't enough to quail her boyfriend, though the rosy hue of his skin as he built up to a full-blown fit was pretty. Well, there were definite ways of taking care of Ed and Winry did have two hands. Reaching down, she took hold of his penis, giving it a squeeze. Ed made an unintelligible noise under her other hand which Winry ignored in favor of Ling dropping that colorful jacket to the floor and stripping out of his undershirt.
"Should I undress further?" Ling gave her a coy smile, his fingers hovering over the sash at his waist.
"Yes." Winry nodded. "And then you can finish undressing me." She squeezed Ed firmly to forestall any muffled protests, hearing a squeak instead. Oops. Maybe that was a bit too tight. She made up for it by giving his shaft a stroke. Hmmm, Ed was starting to get hard again. Winry glanced over at him. "Are you going to behave?" She curled her fingers around his balls, giving him ample time to think over his answer to her question and what might happen if he responded incorrectly.
Ed flicked his gaze toward Ling then back at her. At least the scowl was better than the red-faced fury he'd worn earlier.
"Are you?" Winry tightened her grip on his testicles just a little bit.
With a muffled grumble that had to include some cursing, Winry was sure of it, Ed bobbed his head once though his eyes drifted sideways, the way they did when he was going to lie. Of course, he did the same thing when he was uncomfortable with something and Winry was sure he wasn't all too cozy with this idea. She lifted her hand from his mouth, pleased when Ed didn't start shrieking, and swirled her palm over the head of his penis.
Ling had finished untying the sash and was working on his trousers, pushing them over his lean hips. Winry licked her lips unconsciously, shifting her thighs. Butterflies swarmed in her stomach by the time Ling had finished undressing, his hands spread slightly out from his sides, as if putting himself on display was a common occurrence. "Come here." Winry was just happy her voice didn't quake. Ling was obedient though his expression led her to believe he was humoring her. Time to show him what she was made of. “My feet.” Ling dropped his gaze to them and Winry wiggled her toes. “Lick my feet.”
Ed always liked it when she bossed him around and from the way his cock stiffened in her hand, it didn’t really matter who she was bossing around. Maybe it was the tone of her voice. “Ed, bend your legs.” He could be made useful, too, bent knees worked pretty well as a backrest, after all. Ling dropped to his knees in front of her, lifting her right foot as if it was something delicate. The tip of his tongue peeped out, his dark eyes flicking up to meet hers as he drew his tongue along her instep.
Shivering at that touch, Winry swallowed a soft moan. Ed might willingly give over in the bedroom but Ling seemed ready to take control if she gave him the opening. She planted her free foot against Ling’s chest, pushing him back to the floor. Rising from the bed, Winry stood over him. That little smirk made up her mind before she realized it and Winry swooped down over him, her knees framing his skull. “Lick me.”
“Winry!” She could hear Ed thrashing on the bed.
“Be. Quiet.” Winry didn’t even look over her shoulder at him, trusting Ed to obey. “Ling? What are you waiting for?”
The tip of a tongue touched her then, sliding through her folds. This wasn’t something she and Ed had tried before and Winry had to bite her lip to keep from shouting at the sensation. It felt a little strange, definitely different from fingers or a penis, but Ling’s tongue conformed to her body in such pleasurable ways. No wonder Mr. Garfiel always went on about liking boys who used their mouths. The only thing wrong with this position, as far as Winry could tell, was she didn’t have anything to play with herself and that just wouldn’t do. Getting up, she couldn’t help but grin at Ling’s jutting erection. “Get on the bed, Ling.”
Ed growled but both she and Ling ignored him, Ling obediently sitting on the corner of the bed, conveniently out of reach of Ed’s twitching feet. Winry was beginning to think maybe she should have anchored all Ed’s limbs to the bedposts. “Stay still.” Leaning over the bed, she tapped Ed’s nose. He glared back at her but subsided with a grumble that rose to a screech when he realized exactly what part of his body Ling was studying.
Rolling her eyes, Winry swung her leg over Ed’s stomach, facing Ling. That effectively blocked Ed’s view of what Ling might look at or she might direct him to touch, though Winry knew Ed would recognize her hand on his penis. Beckoning Ling closer, Winry grasped his cock in her other hand, feeling the differences between the two men. Ed’s was thicker and blushed up a rich, red; while Ling’s was a little bit longer and had a dusky rose color. Both were vocal; Ed’s moans low and guttural, considering his high pitched voice, while Ling nearly purred, a rich, imperial sound that suited what he’d told Winry about being a prince. Winry decided she loved this particular chorus, more so because she was making it happen. Her hands opened at the same time, making both young men stammer in protest, words that she hushed with a hand on Ling’s mouth and a glance over her shoulder at Ed.
Squirming back onto the bed, she worked at the knots in the silk scarves, releasing Ed’s flesh arm first. Ling still crouched near the footboard, lust mixed with curiosity in his eyes. When Ed’s automail wrist was untied, Winry shoved him sideways a bit with her hip, leaning back into the pillows. “All right, guys,” she ran the back of her right hand down Ed’s chest and held out the other to Ling, “no fighting, now. There’s enough of me to go around."
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