Winning
Title: Winning
Author: inugrlrayn
Pairing: Ed/Roy
Word Count: 5,545
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Light bondage and... Ed being a spazz about topping?
Summary: Ed realizes that he's usually so distracted by what's being done to him, he has no idea what Roy likes and decides to take matters into his own hands. It's in answer to a prompt greedy_lover gave me for the icon meme. This is the icon that prompted it.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters in this story.
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Ed swore Roy never just told him anything. It wasn’t remotely fair. Roy was so, so good to him, but the moment he began to disentangle himself from his own all encompassing want, he was being plunged back under with fingers brushing deftly over the hollow of his hip, or the soft press of lips against his throat in just the right spot.
How he’d ever manage Roy into this was beyond Ed, but it had been shockingly easy. Ed had expected an argument or some sort of subtle distraction until he forgot quite what he’d originally wanted, but neither ever came. Roy’s expression was cryptic, but that was nothing new, and he seemed to genuinely consider the idea, far more than Ed had bothered to before blurting it out in the first place. Roy finally spoke and Ed was already opening his mouth with a retort as to why it was silly to say no when he realized that what Roy had said was, “Okay.”
And that was what had landed them here. Ed had been so driven to distraction by his own imagination’s take on the possibilities, he hadn’t actually bothered to wait for Roy to change out of his work uniform before he’d pounced. Oddly, Roy had let him, even if Ed was a little bit clumsy, driven by enthusiasm rather than expertise.
Only when Roy was sprawled across the sheets, wrists and ankles bound in leather cuffs that shackled him to the bedposts did Ed stand back to admire his handiwork. Roy’s jacket lay rumpled on the floor beside the bed, but… nothing else had actually made it that far. Ed’s eyes flicked over Roy’s still fastened pants, the shirt that was only just beginning to come untucked. He glared at Roy, expecting to find him laughing, but there was only the barest shadow of an amused smile on his face as he waited for Ed to realize his error and decide on a course of action.
Not to be outdone by something so trivial as clothing, Ed simply pretended it was what he had intended all along. Even restrained this way, Roy had a strange sort of grace. His expression was passive as he looked up. All pale and perfect even in the way his bangs brushed over his forehead, he reminded Ed of a porcelain doll. He watched Ed with dark, shuttered eyes, like even in this he could keep his cool, and it only made Ed want to make a mess of him that much more.
It was only now that he had Roy at his mercy that Ed realized he hadn’t the faintest idea of what he was meant to do with him. Roy waited with an exasperating sort of patience, as still as if Ed had tied up a statue. Trying to head off the nervousness that threatened, Ed did all he could think to do. He pounced.
Racking his brain as he tried to remember all at once, everything Roy ever did that made him shiver, Ed froze completely for a moment, perched on the edge of the bed. Finally, he crawled over Roy, settling just out of reach and wondering vaguely if he looked like he knew what he was doing, because somehow even with Roy willingly helpless beneath him, he didn’t feel at all in control. Trying to feign some semblance of confidence, he squeezed his eyes shut, covering Roy’s mouth with his.
The difference was jarring at first. Kissing usually involved his lips being urged apart, shoulders pinned to the nearest solid surface until he was too dazed to pull himself together enough to fight back. Roy wasn’t guiding him this time, though, made no move at all to take over, and there was something entirely overwhelming about suddenly realizing he was entirely in charge of his. Ed hesitated, might have pulled away altogether, but then Roy gave, lips parting submissively, and Ed was well and truly done for.
A little braver, Ed flicked his tongue out across Roy’s bottom lip, alert for any reaction. Roy managed to be so quiet, so guarded even now, that Ed counted the soft sigh the brushed against his mouth as a victory. He did it again, unable to help grinning at the way Roy’s eyelashes flicked briefly across his cheekbones.
There was a low, surprised sound as Ed traded tongue for teeth, the edges of them grazing Roy’s lip. It wasn’t practiced, but he was careful not to press too hard and Roy’s eyes closed as Ed nibbled at his mouth. Ed smiled at that too, giddy with the realization that he so far he hadn’t screwed up too badly.
Roy’s fingers curled at the edge of Ed’s vision, just as he was beginning to stray from Roy’s lips, curiously pressing kisses to Roy’s jaw. Ed’s eyes flicked to Roy’s hand of their own accord, taking in the pristine white ignition cloth that shrouded his palm. He remembered the warm, wet press of Roy’s mouth around his fingers sometimes, the way it shot straight down his front, and couldn’t help but wonder…
Ignition cloth felt decidedly like sandpaper against his tongue, Ed had hardly lowered his mouth around one of Roy’s fingers when he was already rethinking the entire idea. It was already there though, and he was watching Roy, just daring his lover to laugh at the miscalculation. When Roy, thankfully, wasn’t laughing at him just yet, he pulled his lips back slightly, his tongue retreating until only his teeth scraped over Roy’s finger through the fabric.
“Nnngg.” Roy pressed his lips together on the sound, his eyes startlingly wide as Ed reached the pad of his finger. Ed tugged at the finger of the glove with his teeth, deciding maybe a mouth full of sandpaper was worth it if it made Roy do that.
Figuring he ought to finish what he’d begun, Ed tugged the other fingers free, noting the way Roy’s jaw tightened with each press of teeth through the ignition cloth. Ed finally pulled the glove off entirely, exposing Roy’s hand to the warmth of his breath across its palm. Roy’s fingers curled in slightly, and it was funny because he most certainly didn’t seem to be complaining, but Ed just couldn’t remember him ever reacting, even a little, to such offhanded things.
Ed pulled the other glove free, balancing once more on his hands and knees before he dared to look down at Roy’s face. It was entirely the wrong choice, because the way Roy’s lips were just barely parted made him forget entirely that he was planning on doing anything other than kissing them. The fact that there was anything else at all seemed to simply slip his mind as he lowered his head a little more, claiming Roy’s mouth in something a bit rougher than before.
It was startling the way Roy just let him. Aside from the occasional soft, startled sound or twitch, however, Roy was almost unnervingly quiet and still. While Ed… might have suggested that Roy shut his trap and just let him do this, somehow in Ed’s head that had equated with rather more participation on Roy’s part.
Ed supposed he really ought not be surprised given the way Roy’s limbs were all otherwise occupied, but it didn’t stop him from pulling away, his lips lingering just out of reach of Roy’s. Hardly realizing he was thinking out loud, he muttered, “Stop fucking around and kiss me like you mean it.”
Ed’s eyes widened when he heard his own voice, but he hardly had time to process it, let alone turn absolutely scarlet before Roy had lifted his head so that their lips nearly pressed together. Ed closed the distance on instinct, gasping at the almost desperate cast to the way Roy’s mouth moved against his, like his hands would be clutching at Ed’s back if only they weren’t pinned. Ed shivered and kissed him until he couldn’t breathe, and only very slowly came to the realization between gasping breaths that Roy had done… exactly what he’d said.
Well, that was… interesting, though Ed wasn’t entirely sure it wasn’t just a coincidence. Ed pulled back enough to look at Roy’s face. Even if he was still quiet and still, he was breathing hard through parted, kiss swollen lips, which Ed decided was a very good look for him. It was good enough to entice him to lean down again, nibbling at Roy’s lip to the tune of a stuttered gasp that died abruptly in Roy’s throat.
“Would you quit that?” Ed grumbled, sitting up enough to properly scowl at Roy.
“Quit what?” Roy asked. It was the first thing he’d said since this all began, and Ed couldn’t help but notice the faintly uneven edge to it.
Ed opened his mouth, shutting it again as he tried to work out what it was he wanted Roy to stop exactly. His cheeks flushed before he’d even started to offer a response, “I just… I want to know what you like. Quit trying to be all in control or whatever it is.”
Roy made a face at Ed, and for just a second, he thought this particular game was over. The fight between instinct and Ed’s orders was an obvious one, but finally, Roy nodded his head, swallowing thickly. Ed rewarded his compliance with another kiss, and Roy obediently did nothing to stifle the soft, pleased sigh that bled past his lips.
Ed traced Roy’s mouth with his, finally straying from it entirely. He brushed kisses along the edge of Roy’s jaw, imitating the way Roy sank his teeth in just so, when he reached the junction of jaw and throat. There was a sharp gasp, and Roy’s hands clenched at the edges of his vision, so maybe he was getting this right after all.
Roy’s pulse hammered beneath Ed’s lips, the only indication that he wasn’t as calm as he seemed. Ed worried over it with tongue and teeth, completely intent. He worked his way down the length of Roy’s neck, fighting the urge to grin each time he hit a spot that Roy gasp or wriggle beneath him.
Trailing kisses along the side of Roy’s neck, Ed’s own imagination went back to Roy’s mouth on the patch of skin where his neck met his shoulder. Even the memory was enough to send a brief shiver down his spine. He couldn’t help but wonder if it might be the same for Roy, and set about finding out for himself. He started to nose past the collar of Roy’s shirt, found it clasped and attached to the rest of said shirt, and remembered that there were still clothes in the way.
Aggravated with the offending fabric, Ed balanced his weight on his automail, reaching to pluck the buttons free. He groped with fumbling fingers, unused to this particular activity, but the top button came loose, revealing another distracting patch of skin. Ed rewarded himself by lowering his mouth to nip at it Roy’s collar bone even as he moved impatiently on to the next button.
Ed was still lapping at the base of Roy’s throat when he reached the last button, his fingers catching on the waist of Roy’s pants. He toyed with the clasp, couldn’t quite resist the urge to slide his palm further down where Roy’s cock strained against the confines of his slacks. Roy moaned as Ed’s fingers curled around his length through the fabric, and Ed was very nearly undone right then and there. He was just about to tug the button of Roy’s pants open when he remembered the way Roy always teased him until he couldn’t think, could hardly breathe. He hated it and he loved it and Roy was not getting off this easy.
Roy looked a bit annoyed when Ed’s hand strayed back upward again, but Ed wasn’t feeling terribly sympathetic. Roy pulled this kind of thing all the time, and so the way Ed figured it, he more than had this coming. Giving Roy his approximation of an innocent smile, which was far too wide and toothy and wicked to be remotely innocent, he dragged his fingers over Roy’s belly just to watch him squirm.
Ed slithered back up Roy’s front, unceremoniously pushing his unbuttoned shirt out of the way. It was only as his hips scraped over Roy’s, drawing a gasp from them both that Ed even consciously realized he was turned on, and why shouldn’t he be, anyway? Automail fingers clutching a the sheets, Ed squeezed his eyes shut against the urge to just fuck Roy and be done with it already. He was entirely intent on taking advantage of having Roy at his mercy. Besides, while he wasn’t sure you could actually win at this sort of game, he was absolutely determined to do so anyway, and he was pretty sure that giving in already was not the way to do it.
Refusing to be foiled by his own desire, Ed turned his attention completely on Roy. Nosing Roy’s shirt out of the way with more success this time, he set about memorizing the smooth feel of Roy’s skin under his tongue.
The first time Ed’s tongue flicked over one of Roy’s nipples, he was so intent on learning every inch of his lover that he might not have even noticed if not for the low whimper it elicited from Roy. That decidedly counted as winning in his book and he couldn’t help being thrilled with the way Roy arched off the bed, straining against the cuffs when Ed traded tongue for teeth, nipping playfully at tender flesh. Roy’s eyes were shut tightly when Ed finally lifted his head and he was panting as he sank against the sheets.
“I’m surprised to see you holding out so long when you could be fucking me,” Roy murmured, still breathless. The suggestion shot straight down Ed’s front, making him squirm even as he tried to sort out why Roy was saying something all of a sudden. At first, Ed thought Roy was just taunting him, but his eyes narrowed as it finally occurred to him that that was probably what Roy had expected to happen all along and was trying to manipulate.
“Oh no you don’t,” Ed growled, deciding he wasn’t going to fuck Roy at all, just out of spite. His own cock twitched desperately, and he quickly amended that. Well, maybe Roy could suck him off, except that he didn’t dare let Roy touch him at all if he intended to stay remotely in control. He would just have to make sure not to even remotely entertain the idea of taking off a stitch of his own clothes until he was actually ready for this to be over.
“Don’t what?” Roy asked, feigning innocence a bit more effectively than Ed ever did. Not that it did him any good.
“You know damn well what. You do not get to be in charge of this,” Ed hissed, cheeks flushing adorably as he thought to add, “Besides, I never said you could talk, so just shut up already.”
Roy looked up at him, ruffled from squirming under Ed’s hands and mouth and still managed to smirk up at Ed like he wasn’t sprawled out and bound to the bed posts. His voice was a teasing purr that made Ed bite his lip even as Roy tried to provoke him, “Make me.”
Ed’s reaction was instantaneous. His human hand pressed against Roy’s chest like he wasn’t pinned already. Ed clamped his lips over Roy’s, savaging his mouth until neither of them could breathe. Nipping sharply at Roy’s lip, Ed met his eye, too lost in the moment to be embarrassed. “I said shut up.”
Roy raised an eyebrow at him, kiss swollen lips parted like he just might argue with Ed, but he didn’t. He only breathed a little roughly, jaw working for a moment before he finally conceded. Ed licked his lips as he sat back and took in the view, wondering just how much he’d suffer later if he just transmuted Roy’s pants off of him.
Narrowing his eyes, just daring Roy to try anything, Ed scooted to the back to the foot of the bed. Roy lifted his head giving Ed a questioning look as Ed’s fingers brushed over the leather and steel that made up one of the ankle cuffs. Realizing that for once he didn’t have to explain anything, Ed only gave Roy a smug look, ignoring his confusion as he pulled the strap loose and freed Roy’s ankle.
The other ankle cuff came next, both left chained to the bed posts. He’d meant to stop there, just freeing Roy part way so he could get rid of his pants. Only now he was curious, and it wasn’t often he got a chance like this. Hovering over one of Roy’s wrists, paused, just to make sure they understood each other. He glared preemptively at Roy, flushing a bit as he grumbled, “Just because I’m taking them off doesn’t mean you don’t have to do what I say.”
Roy gave him a very put upon look, and sighed like Ed couldn’t see the way he wasn’t still and quiet any longer, or that he was panting even now. Eventually, he nodded his head, which Ed supposed was agreement enough. It wasn’t like he wasn’t strong enough to pin Roy if he tried anything funny anyway.
Ed tugged one of the wrist cuffs free, warily watching Roy’s hand like any second it might reach out and touch him because oh god, he was already so wound up, if Roy touched him, it was all over. He froze that way, glaring like he needed to stare Roy’s fingers into submission, but despite the lack of restraint, they did not so much as twitch. Ed chewed his lip, brows furrowed suspiciously, but eventually he moved on to the other.
With Roy freed entirely, Ed couldn’t help glancing furtively at his hands, even once he had scooted back out of reach. Those hands did things to him that left him dizzy and out of his mind, and he couldn’t be out of his mind right now. Staring at Roy’s hands eventually led to staring at the rest of him, and it really was hideously unfair how pretty the man managed to look like this. Ed didn’t actually realize he’d been staring for a little while now until he heard Roy clear his throat, giving him a look that probably meant… something.
“What?” Ed asked, shaking his head to clear it. Roy only looked at him, which was utterly baffling until Ed realized even now his lover was messing with him. He rolled his eyes, grumbling at Roy, “Oh fine, you can talk. Now what?”
Then Roy actually answered it, and Ed was pretty sure it was the single most marvelous thing he’d ever said. Well, aside from when he offered to go get takeout, which was pretty far up there too. Roy’s voice was soft, and almost unrecognizably unsteady now, which only confused Ed more because, by his standards, he’d hardly even done anything. “What do you want?”
The question left Ed a bit off kilter, as he tried to come up with a satisfactory answer. He wasn’t entirely certain it wasn’t some sort of obscure test. Was there something he was supposed to say to that? Deciding that if it was, the “right” answer could just go screw itself, he very staunchly ignored the heat that rose in his cheeks as he muttered, “Take the shirt off.”
Roy sat up, and Ed immediately backpedaled, just in case. Roy looked a bit confused, but he didn’t comment on Ed’s behavior. His hands went nowhere but his own shirt, shrugging it off his shoulders and nudging it off the bed entirely.
“And the rest,” Ed blurted the moment Roy’s shirt hit the floor. If he was terribly bad at it, Roy didn’t seem to mind, or at least wasn’t laughing. He only shifted on the bed as he pushed just the pants down over his hips.
“All of it,” Ed corrected him. There was something Ed couldn’t quite place in Roy’s expression, but he did as he was told, thumbs hooking in the waist of his underwear and then that was gone too.
Ed was suddenly very glad for his clothes. Roy was naked and unmistakably gorgeous and for a minute Ed just wanted, everything else be damned. He hesitated, finally reaching out and nudging Roy in the chest. Roy lay back obediently, but not before Ed noticed the way Roy’s heart hammered under his palm like it was trying to beat its way out of his chest.
“You… you like this,” Ed exclaimed, completely taken aback.
“What’s not to like about letting someone else do all the work?” Roy asked. His voice was pointedly bland and Ed grinned rather smugly, knowing he had him.
“No no. This,” he corrected, the newfound knowledge making him braver. His smile was wicked as he leaned close enough to murmur near Roy’s ear, the way that always made him shiver. “The being tied up and ordered around and having to do… Everything. I. Say.”
Roy looked very much like he was going to deny it, his expression quite visibly startled. He opened his mouth, but only wet his lips, a shuddery sigh bleeding past them as Ed’s fingers crawled down his stomach. It was hard to tell if the flush that graced his pale skin was embarrassment, or arousal, but Ed couldn’t quite bring himself to care.
Reminding himself that he intended to draw this out as long as he could possibly stand, Ed decided it was probably best if he just got his hands away from Roy altogether for the moment. He could hardly look at Roy, let alone trust his hands not to stage a coup, the way his human hand was already tracing the hollows of Roy’s hips. Roy whined at the touch, not quite where he wanted it, and Ed grinned triumphantly, yanking his fingers away.
Roy gave him a plaintive look, beginning to look more desperate than annoyed. “What are you…”
“I want to watch you.” Ed was already cutting him off, deciding it was the best idea he’d had all night. Maybe he didn’t know what felt good to Roy, but Roy did, and this way he got to watch without being distracted by keeping track of his own fingers.
Roy opened his mouth like he was going to be difficult, but seemed to think better of it. His throat worked furiously, but his fingers slowly crept back across gunmetal sheets, the dark backdrop only rendering him more stark and beautiful in contrast. Ed watched, utterly entranced as Roy’s fingers slid almost hesitantly across his chest.
“Like this?” Roy asked, his voice almost lost in the space between them. Ed lost track of when Roy had stopped looking like even with shackles on, he was the one in charge, but it certainly didn’t appear that way now. Roy’s fingers quivered almost imperceptibly as they skimmed his own chest, inching down over his ribs as he waited for Ed’s approval.
“Low… lower. Over your hips.” Ed felt his mouth move, heard his own shaky voice, but it wasn’t him. It couldn’t be. He didn’t say things like this, but he watched hungrily as Roy’s palm skated over his lower belly to the tune of a needy hiss. Ed watched the way Roy’s thumbs traced the hollows of his own hips, trembling with the need for something more, but somehow he seemed to strain himself, choking on a desperate whimper.
Ed nudged Roy’s thighs apart to settle between them, trying to pretend he was remotely immune to the hopeful sound Roy made in response. He wasn’t sure if he was more addicted to Roy following his every order or the show he was putting on, but either way, want shivered down his spine, and it was a struggle not to reach out and help… one of them.
It was different, surreal enough to steady him. Roy didn’t seem to care that he was a little unsure as he murmured, “N…ow cup your balls. I… I want to know how it feels.”
He felt ridiculous. He was sure he sounded ridiculous, but Roy was doing it anyway, one of his hands sliding between his thighs to grasp his balls. He lifted them, moaning and no longer even trying to hold himself together.
“How does it feel?” Ed prompted, completely awestruck as he tried to watch both the deft movements of Roy’s hand and the way his lips parted, eyes slipping shut in pleasure.
“It’s good. I… I… Ed,” Roy murmured pleadingly. They way he looked just then, dark hair matted to his forehead, gasping like this was killing him, Ed couldn’t have said no if he wanted to.
Taking pity, Ed reluctantly looked away just long enough to dig through the bedside table drawer for lube. He found the bottle, hastily pouring some over his fingers. Roy watched him, too far gone to hide the anxiousness in his expression, though he parted his legs a little further. Still slowly rolling his balls in his hand, he only moaned as Ed’s fingers slipped teasingly behind them to spread the oil around.
Roy’s face was intoxicating, lips parting on sharp, stuttered breaths. He watched Ed, his eyes half closed, his free hand clutching at the linens. As much as Ed worried he was getting it wrong, it seemed entirely normal to rub his fingers over puckered flesh before carefully pressing one in.
Roy tensed, eyes widening a bit until Ed went very still, waiting for him to relax again. This part Ed knew, though he couldn’t take his eyes off Roy’s pretty face and flushed skin. Ed tried very hard to just be patient, only wanting to learn how to be good for Roy.
His attention completely directed at Roy, Ed watched carefully as he very slowly thrust his finger in and out. It always felt good when Roy did it to him, but Roy was good at this, and it was all so new to him. Trying to remember how Roy did it, his movements were mostly smooth and steady as Ed pressed into him.
Patience had never been his strong suit, but he dredged it up from somewhere. Forgetting all about how he was in charge, he only focused on memorizing the way Roy tossed his head to the side, wriggling on the sheets. Despite the way Roy seemed to appreciate the attention, Ed still found himself hesitantly asking, “Are you… Is this okay?”
Roy nodded his head, and Ed thrust his finger in and out a few more times before his own desire got the better of him. As painstakingly as he could manage, Ed worked in a second, brows knitting in worry when Roy gasped and bit his lip. Imitating what Roy always did, he immediately crooked them upward, squeaking in surprise when Roy arched up off the mattress, a keening sound escaping his lips. He was just about to apologize and kiss Roy senseless and hope he forgave him for doing this wrong, but Roy’s eyes were unfocused, and he was pressing back against Ed’s fingers.
That must have been the right spot then, and Ed’s lips curled in an unmistakably pleased smile as he did it again, just to watch Roy squirm and cry out. He scissored his fingers, perhaps just a little too quickly judging from the way Roy bit his lip in discomfort. Murmuring soft apologies, Ed offered the first distraction that came to mind. He shifted to support himself on his automail hand, the flat of his tongue sliding over the length of Roy’s cock.
Roy whimpered, hands lifting off the bed like he wanted to bury them in the thick fall of Ed’s hair. Perhaps remembering that he wasn’t allowed, they dropped haltingly back to the bed, tugging at the linens. Ed found himself watching with interest the way Roy clawed the sheets as he traced of his cock with his tongue.
Ed was so very careful as he worked a third finger in. Moving them in slow steady rhythm, he pulled Roy’s length between his lips. Roy gasped and shuddered, and Ed could feel his heels dig into the mattress as he tried to hold it together. The warmth of Roy’s body around him, the weight of Roy’s cock in his mouth only excited Ed more, sending all the desperate want he had been pointedly ignoring careening into him without warning. His first reaction was to be more frantic, sucking hard on Roy’s length as he twisted his fingers.
“Ed, Eeeed,” Roy whimpered urgently as Ed fucked him with his fingers. There was a reason he didn’t want to follow through with this, but Ed could not, for the life of him remember what could possibly be better than listening to Roy, unfettered and falling to pieces just because of him. He bobbed his head over Roy’s cock, mischievously curling his fingers once more to rub over sensitive nerves with each thrust of them.
Roy bit his lip, what looked to be nearly hard enough to draw blood, but he cried out anyway, grasping aimlessly as he once seemed to forget and then remember he couldn’t touch Ed. Ed grinned at the way Roy’s hips rocked up to meet his lips, the motions stilted. Roy was saying something but the words made no sense, incoherent, pleasured babble. Ed felt Roy’s cock pulse against his tongue in warning just before there was come splattered across the back of his throat and he was struggling not to splutter and cough. Roy jerked beneath Ed, hips twitching a few times before he sagged against the mattress, breathlessly apologizing though Ed could not for the life of him sort out why.
Ed swallowed what he could, the rest dribbling from his lips. Roy lifted his head, looking at Ed with hazy eyes and parted lips as he struggled to catch his breath. Ed just grinned at him, a bit high on his own success.
“What about you?” Roy gasped out, though if he even saw Ed’s startled face, he gave no indication of it, his body slumped tiredly against the bed.
“I… just thought you could go again,” Ed blurted out, trying to sound magnanimous to cover up the fact that he hadn’t really been thinking at all.
“Eddddd,” Roy groaned, and it was a decidedly less pleased sound than the last time Ed had heard his name said.
He was so hard he hurt, and Ed knew that tone. It would probably be another twenty minutes before Roy might even remotely warm up to the idea. Ed was certain, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that if he had to wait that long, it would kill him.
“Get up,” Ed grumbled at Roy, desperate now, and still trying to keep some vague semblance of being in charge. Even now, Roy did what he was told, and Ed couldn’t help but grin despite the way his head felt full of cotton, only concerned with one thing.
Ed settled on the sheets where Roy had been laying, motioning for Roy to come close. He was far too needy, far too lost to be remotely embarrassed as he only just barely waited for Roy to sit between his thighs before murmuring. “I want you to suck me off.”
He hardly had time to say the words and there were lips over the head of his cock, descending steadily downward. If he hadn’t been quite so caught up, he might have laughed at the way that even now, Roy didn’t touch him aside from exactly what he’d been told. Ed decidedly liked this game, though he was determined that next time he’d manage just a little more self control.
Finally, Ed gave in, allowing himself this one mindless indulgence. Shivering despite the heat that pooled uncomfortably in his belly, Ed thrust his hips upward, trusting Roy to compensate. He closed his eyes, completely hung up on Roy’s mouth, warm and wet and pressed tightly around him.
He was so wound up he couldn’t have lasted long if his life had depended on it. Roy had hardly fallen into a steady rhythm when Ed was coming, his whole body shuddering as he did. Roy swallowed some of it, and pulled back with far more grace than Ed ever managed to avoid choking. The rest spattered his nose and cheeks in a way Ed was certain shouldn’t be as immensely hot as it was, and was Roy absolutely certain he didn’t want to go again?
Turns out that yes, yes he was. He was also done playing judging by the way he stretched out, warm and solid against Ed’s side. Ed closed his eyes as he came down, smiling sleepily as Roy’s lips covered his. Half asleep and burying his nose in the crook of Roy’s neck, Ed decided that even if it wasn’t what he’d planned exactly, he was going to count this as a win anyway.
Author: inugrlrayn
Pairing: Ed/Roy
Word Count: 5,545
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Light bondage and... Ed being a spazz about topping?
Summary: Ed realizes that he's usually so distracted by what's being done to him, he has no idea what Roy likes and decides to take matters into his own hands. It's in answer to a prompt greedy_lover gave me for the icon meme. This is the icon that prompted it.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters in this story.
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Ed swore Roy never just told him anything. It wasn’t remotely fair. Roy was so, so good to him, but the moment he began to disentangle himself from his own all encompassing want, he was being plunged back under with fingers brushing deftly over the hollow of his hip, or the soft press of lips against his throat in just the right spot.
How he’d ever manage Roy into this was beyond Ed, but it had been shockingly easy. Ed had expected an argument or some sort of subtle distraction until he forgot quite what he’d originally wanted, but neither ever came. Roy’s expression was cryptic, but that was nothing new, and he seemed to genuinely consider the idea, far more than Ed had bothered to before blurting it out in the first place. Roy finally spoke and Ed was already opening his mouth with a retort as to why it was silly to say no when he realized that what Roy had said was, “Okay.”
And that was what had landed them here. Ed had been so driven to distraction by his own imagination’s take on the possibilities, he hadn’t actually bothered to wait for Roy to change out of his work uniform before he’d pounced. Oddly, Roy had let him, even if Ed was a little bit clumsy, driven by enthusiasm rather than expertise.
Only when Roy was sprawled across the sheets, wrists and ankles bound in leather cuffs that shackled him to the bedposts did Ed stand back to admire his handiwork. Roy’s jacket lay rumpled on the floor beside the bed, but… nothing else had actually made it that far. Ed’s eyes flicked over Roy’s still fastened pants, the shirt that was only just beginning to come untucked. He glared at Roy, expecting to find him laughing, but there was only the barest shadow of an amused smile on his face as he waited for Ed to realize his error and decide on a course of action.
Not to be outdone by something so trivial as clothing, Ed simply pretended it was what he had intended all along. Even restrained this way, Roy had a strange sort of grace. His expression was passive as he looked up. All pale and perfect even in the way his bangs brushed over his forehead, he reminded Ed of a porcelain doll. He watched Ed with dark, shuttered eyes, like even in this he could keep his cool, and it only made Ed want to make a mess of him that much more.
It was only now that he had Roy at his mercy that Ed realized he hadn’t the faintest idea of what he was meant to do with him. Roy waited with an exasperating sort of patience, as still as if Ed had tied up a statue. Trying to head off the nervousness that threatened, Ed did all he could think to do. He pounced.
Racking his brain as he tried to remember all at once, everything Roy ever did that made him shiver, Ed froze completely for a moment, perched on the edge of the bed. Finally, he crawled over Roy, settling just out of reach and wondering vaguely if he looked like he knew what he was doing, because somehow even with Roy willingly helpless beneath him, he didn’t feel at all in control. Trying to feign some semblance of confidence, he squeezed his eyes shut, covering Roy’s mouth with his.
The difference was jarring at first. Kissing usually involved his lips being urged apart, shoulders pinned to the nearest solid surface until he was too dazed to pull himself together enough to fight back. Roy wasn’t guiding him this time, though, made no move at all to take over, and there was something entirely overwhelming about suddenly realizing he was entirely in charge of his. Ed hesitated, might have pulled away altogether, but then Roy gave, lips parting submissively, and Ed was well and truly done for.
A little braver, Ed flicked his tongue out across Roy’s bottom lip, alert for any reaction. Roy managed to be so quiet, so guarded even now, that Ed counted the soft sigh the brushed against his mouth as a victory. He did it again, unable to help grinning at the way Roy’s eyelashes flicked briefly across his cheekbones.
There was a low, surprised sound as Ed traded tongue for teeth, the edges of them grazing Roy’s lip. It wasn’t practiced, but he was careful not to press too hard and Roy’s eyes closed as Ed nibbled at his mouth. Ed smiled at that too, giddy with the realization that he so far he hadn’t screwed up too badly.
Roy’s fingers curled at the edge of Ed’s vision, just as he was beginning to stray from Roy’s lips, curiously pressing kisses to Roy’s jaw. Ed’s eyes flicked to Roy’s hand of their own accord, taking in the pristine white ignition cloth that shrouded his palm. He remembered the warm, wet press of Roy’s mouth around his fingers sometimes, the way it shot straight down his front, and couldn’t help but wonder…
Ignition cloth felt decidedly like sandpaper against his tongue, Ed had hardly lowered his mouth around one of Roy’s fingers when he was already rethinking the entire idea. It was already there though, and he was watching Roy, just daring his lover to laugh at the miscalculation. When Roy, thankfully, wasn’t laughing at him just yet, he pulled his lips back slightly, his tongue retreating until only his teeth scraped over Roy’s finger through the fabric.
“Nnngg.” Roy pressed his lips together on the sound, his eyes startlingly wide as Ed reached the pad of his finger. Ed tugged at the finger of the glove with his teeth, deciding maybe a mouth full of sandpaper was worth it if it made Roy do that.
Figuring he ought to finish what he’d begun, Ed tugged the other fingers free, noting the way Roy’s jaw tightened with each press of teeth through the ignition cloth. Ed finally pulled the glove off entirely, exposing Roy’s hand to the warmth of his breath across its palm. Roy’s fingers curled in slightly, and it was funny because he most certainly didn’t seem to be complaining, but Ed just couldn’t remember him ever reacting, even a little, to such offhanded things.
Ed pulled the other glove free, balancing once more on his hands and knees before he dared to look down at Roy’s face. It was entirely the wrong choice, because the way Roy’s lips were just barely parted made him forget entirely that he was planning on doing anything other than kissing them. The fact that there was anything else at all seemed to simply slip his mind as he lowered his head a little more, claiming Roy’s mouth in something a bit rougher than before.
It was startling the way Roy just let him. Aside from the occasional soft, startled sound or twitch, however, Roy was almost unnervingly quiet and still. While Ed… might have suggested that Roy shut his trap and just let him do this, somehow in Ed’s head that had equated with rather more participation on Roy’s part.
Ed supposed he really ought not be surprised given the way Roy’s limbs were all otherwise occupied, but it didn’t stop him from pulling away, his lips lingering just out of reach of Roy’s. Hardly realizing he was thinking out loud, he muttered, “Stop fucking around and kiss me like you mean it.”
Ed’s eyes widened when he heard his own voice, but he hardly had time to process it, let alone turn absolutely scarlet before Roy had lifted his head so that their lips nearly pressed together. Ed closed the distance on instinct, gasping at the almost desperate cast to the way Roy’s mouth moved against his, like his hands would be clutching at Ed’s back if only they weren’t pinned. Ed shivered and kissed him until he couldn’t breathe, and only very slowly came to the realization between gasping breaths that Roy had done… exactly what he’d said.
Well, that was… interesting, though Ed wasn’t entirely sure it wasn’t just a coincidence. Ed pulled back enough to look at Roy’s face. Even if he was still quiet and still, he was breathing hard through parted, kiss swollen lips, which Ed decided was a very good look for him. It was good enough to entice him to lean down again, nibbling at Roy’s lip to the tune of a stuttered gasp that died abruptly in Roy’s throat.
“Would you quit that?” Ed grumbled, sitting up enough to properly scowl at Roy.
“Quit what?” Roy asked. It was the first thing he’d said since this all began, and Ed couldn’t help but notice the faintly uneven edge to it.
Ed opened his mouth, shutting it again as he tried to work out what it was he wanted Roy to stop exactly. His cheeks flushed before he’d even started to offer a response, “I just… I want to know what you like. Quit trying to be all in control or whatever it is.”
Roy made a face at Ed, and for just a second, he thought this particular game was over. The fight between instinct and Ed’s orders was an obvious one, but finally, Roy nodded his head, swallowing thickly. Ed rewarded his compliance with another kiss, and Roy obediently did nothing to stifle the soft, pleased sigh that bled past his lips.
Ed traced Roy’s mouth with his, finally straying from it entirely. He brushed kisses along the edge of Roy’s jaw, imitating the way Roy sank his teeth in just so, when he reached the junction of jaw and throat. There was a sharp gasp, and Roy’s hands clenched at the edges of his vision, so maybe he was getting this right after all.
Roy’s pulse hammered beneath Ed’s lips, the only indication that he wasn’t as calm as he seemed. Ed worried over it with tongue and teeth, completely intent. He worked his way down the length of Roy’s neck, fighting the urge to grin each time he hit a spot that Roy gasp or wriggle beneath him.
Trailing kisses along the side of Roy’s neck, Ed’s own imagination went back to Roy’s mouth on the patch of skin where his neck met his shoulder. Even the memory was enough to send a brief shiver down his spine. He couldn’t help but wonder if it might be the same for Roy, and set about finding out for himself. He started to nose past the collar of Roy’s shirt, found it clasped and attached to the rest of said shirt, and remembered that there were still clothes in the way.
Aggravated with the offending fabric, Ed balanced his weight on his automail, reaching to pluck the buttons free. He groped with fumbling fingers, unused to this particular activity, but the top button came loose, revealing another distracting patch of skin. Ed rewarded himself by lowering his mouth to nip at it Roy’s collar bone even as he moved impatiently on to the next button.
Ed was still lapping at the base of Roy’s throat when he reached the last button, his fingers catching on the waist of Roy’s pants. He toyed with the clasp, couldn’t quite resist the urge to slide his palm further down where Roy’s cock strained against the confines of his slacks. Roy moaned as Ed’s fingers curled around his length through the fabric, and Ed was very nearly undone right then and there. He was just about to tug the button of Roy’s pants open when he remembered the way Roy always teased him until he couldn’t think, could hardly breathe. He hated it and he loved it and Roy was not getting off this easy.
Roy looked a bit annoyed when Ed’s hand strayed back upward again, but Ed wasn’t feeling terribly sympathetic. Roy pulled this kind of thing all the time, and so the way Ed figured it, he more than had this coming. Giving Roy his approximation of an innocent smile, which was far too wide and toothy and wicked to be remotely innocent, he dragged his fingers over Roy’s belly just to watch him squirm.
Ed slithered back up Roy’s front, unceremoniously pushing his unbuttoned shirt out of the way. It was only as his hips scraped over Roy’s, drawing a gasp from them both that Ed even consciously realized he was turned on, and why shouldn’t he be, anyway? Automail fingers clutching a the sheets, Ed squeezed his eyes shut against the urge to just fuck Roy and be done with it already. He was entirely intent on taking advantage of having Roy at his mercy. Besides, while he wasn’t sure you could actually win at this sort of game, he was absolutely determined to do so anyway, and he was pretty sure that giving in already was not the way to do it.
Refusing to be foiled by his own desire, Ed turned his attention completely on Roy. Nosing Roy’s shirt out of the way with more success this time, he set about memorizing the smooth feel of Roy’s skin under his tongue.
The first time Ed’s tongue flicked over one of Roy’s nipples, he was so intent on learning every inch of his lover that he might not have even noticed if not for the low whimper it elicited from Roy. That decidedly counted as winning in his book and he couldn’t help being thrilled with the way Roy arched off the bed, straining against the cuffs when Ed traded tongue for teeth, nipping playfully at tender flesh. Roy’s eyes were shut tightly when Ed finally lifted his head and he was panting as he sank against the sheets.
“I’m surprised to see you holding out so long when you could be fucking me,” Roy murmured, still breathless. The suggestion shot straight down Ed’s front, making him squirm even as he tried to sort out why Roy was saying something all of a sudden. At first, Ed thought Roy was just taunting him, but his eyes narrowed as it finally occurred to him that that was probably what Roy had expected to happen all along and was trying to manipulate.
“Oh no you don’t,” Ed growled, deciding he wasn’t going to fuck Roy at all, just out of spite. His own cock twitched desperately, and he quickly amended that. Well, maybe Roy could suck him off, except that he didn’t dare let Roy touch him at all if he intended to stay remotely in control. He would just have to make sure not to even remotely entertain the idea of taking off a stitch of his own clothes until he was actually ready for this to be over.
“Don’t what?” Roy asked, feigning innocence a bit more effectively than Ed ever did. Not that it did him any good.
“You know damn well what. You do not get to be in charge of this,” Ed hissed, cheeks flushing adorably as he thought to add, “Besides, I never said you could talk, so just shut up already.”
Roy looked up at him, ruffled from squirming under Ed’s hands and mouth and still managed to smirk up at Ed like he wasn’t sprawled out and bound to the bed posts. His voice was a teasing purr that made Ed bite his lip even as Roy tried to provoke him, “Make me.”
Ed’s reaction was instantaneous. His human hand pressed against Roy’s chest like he wasn’t pinned already. Ed clamped his lips over Roy’s, savaging his mouth until neither of them could breathe. Nipping sharply at Roy’s lip, Ed met his eye, too lost in the moment to be embarrassed. “I said shut up.”
Roy raised an eyebrow at him, kiss swollen lips parted like he just might argue with Ed, but he didn’t. He only breathed a little roughly, jaw working for a moment before he finally conceded. Ed licked his lips as he sat back and took in the view, wondering just how much he’d suffer later if he just transmuted Roy’s pants off of him.
Narrowing his eyes, just daring Roy to try anything, Ed scooted to the back to the foot of the bed. Roy lifted his head giving Ed a questioning look as Ed’s fingers brushed over the leather and steel that made up one of the ankle cuffs. Realizing that for once he didn’t have to explain anything, Ed only gave Roy a smug look, ignoring his confusion as he pulled the strap loose and freed Roy’s ankle.
The other ankle cuff came next, both left chained to the bed posts. He’d meant to stop there, just freeing Roy part way so he could get rid of his pants. Only now he was curious, and it wasn’t often he got a chance like this. Hovering over one of Roy’s wrists, paused, just to make sure they understood each other. He glared preemptively at Roy, flushing a bit as he grumbled, “Just because I’m taking them off doesn’t mean you don’t have to do what I say.”
Roy gave him a very put upon look, and sighed like Ed couldn’t see the way he wasn’t still and quiet any longer, or that he was panting even now. Eventually, he nodded his head, which Ed supposed was agreement enough. It wasn’t like he wasn’t strong enough to pin Roy if he tried anything funny anyway.
Ed tugged one of the wrist cuffs free, warily watching Roy’s hand like any second it might reach out and touch him because oh god, he was already so wound up, if Roy touched him, it was all over. He froze that way, glaring like he needed to stare Roy’s fingers into submission, but despite the lack of restraint, they did not so much as twitch. Ed chewed his lip, brows furrowed suspiciously, but eventually he moved on to the other.
With Roy freed entirely, Ed couldn’t help glancing furtively at his hands, even once he had scooted back out of reach. Those hands did things to him that left him dizzy and out of his mind, and he couldn’t be out of his mind right now. Staring at Roy’s hands eventually led to staring at the rest of him, and it really was hideously unfair how pretty the man managed to look like this. Ed didn’t actually realize he’d been staring for a little while now until he heard Roy clear his throat, giving him a look that probably meant… something.
“What?” Ed asked, shaking his head to clear it. Roy only looked at him, which was utterly baffling until Ed realized even now his lover was messing with him. He rolled his eyes, grumbling at Roy, “Oh fine, you can talk. Now what?”
Then Roy actually answered it, and Ed was pretty sure it was the single most marvelous thing he’d ever said. Well, aside from when he offered to go get takeout, which was pretty far up there too. Roy’s voice was soft, and almost unrecognizably unsteady now, which only confused Ed more because, by his standards, he’d hardly even done anything. “What do you want?”
The question left Ed a bit off kilter, as he tried to come up with a satisfactory answer. He wasn’t entirely certain it wasn’t some sort of obscure test. Was there something he was supposed to say to that? Deciding that if it was, the “right” answer could just go screw itself, he very staunchly ignored the heat that rose in his cheeks as he muttered, “Take the shirt off.”
Roy sat up, and Ed immediately backpedaled, just in case. Roy looked a bit confused, but he didn’t comment on Ed’s behavior. His hands went nowhere but his own shirt, shrugging it off his shoulders and nudging it off the bed entirely.
“And the rest,” Ed blurted the moment Roy’s shirt hit the floor. If he was terribly bad at it, Roy didn’t seem to mind, or at least wasn’t laughing. He only shifted on the bed as he pushed just the pants down over his hips.
“All of it,” Ed corrected him. There was something Ed couldn’t quite place in Roy’s expression, but he did as he was told, thumbs hooking in the waist of his underwear and then that was gone too.
Ed was suddenly very glad for his clothes. Roy was naked and unmistakably gorgeous and for a minute Ed just wanted, everything else be damned. He hesitated, finally reaching out and nudging Roy in the chest. Roy lay back obediently, but not before Ed noticed the way Roy’s heart hammered under his palm like it was trying to beat its way out of his chest.
“You… you like this,” Ed exclaimed, completely taken aback.
“What’s not to like about letting someone else do all the work?” Roy asked. His voice was pointedly bland and Ed grinned rather smugly, knowing he had him.
“No no. This,” he corrected, the newfound knowledge making him braver. His smile was wicked as he leaned close enough to murmur near Roy’s ear, the way that always made him shiver. “The being tied up and ordered around and having to do… Everything. I. Say.”
Roy looked very much like he was going to deny it, his expression quite visibly startled. He opened his mouth, but only wet his lips, a shuddery sigh bleeding past them as Ed’s fingers crawled down his stomach. It was hard to tell if the flush that graced his pale skin was embarrassment, or arousal, but Ed couldn’t quite bring himself to care.
Reminding himself that he intended to draw this out as long as he could possibly stand, Ed decided it was probably best if he just got his hands away from Roy altogether for the moment. He could hardly look at Roy, let alone trust his hands not to stage a coup, the way his human hand was already tracing the hollows of Roy’s hips. Roy whined at the touch, not quite where he wanted it, and Ed grinned triumphantly, yanking his fingers away.
Roy gave him a plaintive look, beginning to look more desperate than annoyed. “What are you…”
“I want to watch you.” Ed was already cutting him off, deciding it was the best idea he’d had all night. Maybe he didn’t know what felt good to Roy, but Roy did, and this way he got to watch without being distracted by keeping track of his own fingers.
Roy opened his mouth like he was going to be difficult, but seemed to think better of it. His throat worked furiously, but his fingers slowly crept back across gunmetal sheets, the dark backdrop only rendering him more stark and beautiful in contrast. Ed watched, utterly entranced as Roy’s fingers slid almost hesitantly across his chest.
“Like this?” Roy asked, his voice almost lost in the space between them. Ed lost track of when Roy had stopped looking like even with shackles on, he was the one in charge, but it certainly didn’t appear that way now. Roy’s fingers quivered almost imperceptibly as they skimmed his own chest, inching down over his ribs as he waited for Ed’s approval.
“Low… lower. Over your hips.” Ed felt his mouth move, heard his own shaky voice, but it wasn’t him. It couldn’t be. He didn’t say things like this, but he watched hungrily as Roy’s palm skated over his lower belly to the tune of a needy hiss. Ed watched the way Roy’s thumbs traced the hollows of his own hips, trembling with the need for something more, but somehow he seemed to strain himself, choking on a desperate whimper.
Ed nudged Roy’s thighs apart to settle between them, trying to pretend he was remotely immune to the hopeful sound Roy made in response. He wasn’t sure if he was more addicted to Roy following his every order or the show he was putting on, but either way, want shivered down his spine, and it was a struggle not to reach out and help… one of them.
It was different, surreal enough to steady him. Roy didn’t seem to care that he was a little unsure as he murmured, “N…ow cup your balls. I… I want to know how it feels.”
He felt ridiculous. He was sure he sounded ridiculous, but Roy was doing it anyway, one of his hands sliding between his thighs to grasp his balls. He lifted them, moaning and no longer even trying to hold himself together.
“How does it feel?” Ed prompted, completely awestruck as he tried to watch both the deft movements of Roy’s hand and the way his lips parted, eyes slipping shut in pleasure.
“It’s good. I… I… Ed,” Roy murmured pleadingly. They way he looked just then, dark hair matted to his forehead, gasping like this was killing him, Ed couldn’t have said no if he wanted to.
Taking pity, Ed reluctantly looked away just long enough to dig through the bedside table drawer for lube. He found the bottle, hastily pouring some over his fingers. Roy watched him, too far gone to hide the anxiousness in his expression, though he parted his legs a little further. Still slowly rolling his balls in his hand, he only moaned as Ed’s fingers slipped teasingly behind them to spread the oil around.
Roy’s face was intoxicating, lips parting on sharp, stuttered breaths. He watched Ed, his eyes half closed, his free hand clutching at the linens. As much as Ed worried he was getting it wrong, it seemed entirely normal to rub his fingers over puckered flesh before carefully pressing one in.
Roy tensed, eyes widening a bit until Ed went very still, waiting for him to relax again. This part Ed knew, though he couldn’t take his eyes off Roy’s pretty face and flushed skin. Ed tried very hard to just be patient, only wanting to learn how to be good for Roy.
His attention completely directed at Roy, Ed watched carefully as he very slowly thrust his finger in and out. It always felt good when Roy did it to him, but Roy was good at this, and it was all so new to him. Trying to remember how Roy did it, his movements were mostly smooth and steady as Ed pressed into him.
Patience had never been his strong suit, but he dredged it up from somewhere. Forgetting all about how he was in charge, he only focused on memorizing the way Roy tossed his head to the side, wriggling on the sheets. Despite the way Roy seemed to appreciate the attention, Ed still found himself hesitantly asking, “Are you… Is this okay?”
Roy nodded his head, and Ed thrust his finger in and out a few more times before his own desire got the better of him. As painstakingly as he could manage, Ed worked in a second, brows knitting in worry when Roy gasped and bit his lip. Imitating what Roy always did, he immediately crooked them upward, squeaking in surprise when Roy arched up off the mattress, a keening sound escaping his lips. He was just about to apologize and kiss Roy senseless and hope he forgave him for doing this wrong, but Roy’s eyes were unfocused, and he was pressing back against Ed’s fingers.
That must have been the right spot then, and Ed’s lips curled in an unmistakably pleased smile as he did it again, just to watch Roy squirm and cry out. He scissored his fingers, perhaps just a little too quickly judging from the way Roy bit his lip in discomfort. Murmuring soft apologies, Ed offered the first distraction that came to mind. He shifted to support himself on his automail hand, the flat of his tongue sliding over the length of Roy’s cock.
Roy whimpered, hands lifting off the bed like he wanted to bury them in the thick fall of Ed’s hair. Perhaps remembering that he wasn’t allowed, they dropped haltingly back to the bed, tugging at the linens. Ed found himself watching with interest the way Roy clawed the sheets as he traced of his cock with his tongue.
Ed was so very careful as he worked a third finger in. Moving them in slow steady rhythm, he pulled Roy’s length between his lips. Roy gasped and shuddered, and Ed could feel his heels dig into the mattress as he tried to hold it together. The warmth of Roy’s body around him, the weight of Roy’s cock in his mouth only excited Ed more, sending all the desperate want he had been pointedly ignoring careening into him without warning. His first reaction was to be more frantic, sucking hard on Roy’s length as he twisted his fingers.
“Ed, Eeeed,” Roy whimpered urgently as Ed fucked him with his fingers. There was a reason he didn’t want to follow through with this, but Ed could not, for the life of him remember what could possibly be better than listening to Roy, unfettered and falling to pieces just because of him. He bobbed his head over Roy’s cock, mischievously curling his fingers once more to rub over sensitive nerves with each thrust of them.
Roy bit his lip, what looked to be nearly hard enough to draw blood, but he cried out anyway, grasping aimlessly as he once seemed to forget and then remember he couldn’t touch Ed. Ed grinned at the way Roy’s hips rocked up to meet his lips, the motions stilted. Roy was saying something but the words made no sense, incoherent, pleasured babble. Ed felt Roy’s cock pulse against his tongue in warning just before there was come splattered across the back of his throat and he was struggling not to splutter and cough. Roy jerked beneath Ed, hips twitching a few times before he sagged against the mattress, breathlessly apologizing though Ed could not for the life of him sort out why.
Ed swallowed what he could, the rest dribbling from his lips. Roy lifted his head, looking at Ed with hazy eyes and parted lips as he struggled to catch his breath. Ed just grinned at him, a bit high on his own success.
“What about you?” Roy gasped out, though if he even saw Ed’s startled face, he gave no indication of it, his body slumped tiredly against the bed.
“I… just thought you could go again,” Ed blurted out, trying to sound magnanimous to cover up the fact that he hadn’t really been thinking at all.
“Eddddd,” Roy groaned, and it was a decidedly less pleased sound than the last time Ed had heard his name said.
He was so hard he hurt, and Ed knew that tone. It would probably be another twenty minutes before Roy might even remotely warm up to the idea. Ed was certain, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that if he had to wait that long, it would kill him.
“Get up,” Ed grumbled at Roy, desperate now, and still trying to keep some vague semblance of being in charge. Even now, Roy did what he was told, and Ed couldn’t help but grin despite the way his head felt full of cotton, only concerned with one thing.
Ed settled on the sheets where Roy had been laying, motioning for Roy to come close. He was far too needy, far too lost to be remotely embarrassed as he only just barely waited for Roy to sit between his thighs before murmuring. “I want you to suck me off.”
He hardly had time to say the words and there were lips over the head of his cock, descending steadily downward. If he hadn’t been quite so caught up, he might have laughed at the way that even now, Roy didn’t touch him aside from exactly what he’d been told. Ed decidedly liked this game, though he was determined that next time he’d manage just a little more self control.
Finally, Ed gave in, allowing himself this one mindless indulgence. Shivering despite the heat that pooled uncomfortably in his belly, Ed thrust his hips upward, trusting Roy to compensate. He closed his eyes, completely hung up on Roy’s mouth, warm and wet and pressed tightly around him.
He was so wound up he couldn’t have lasted long if his life had depended on it. Roy had hardly fallen into a steady rhythm when Ed was coming, his whole body shuddering as he did. Roy swallowed some of it, and pulled back with far more grace than Ed ever managed to avoid choking. The rest spattered his nose and cheeks in a way Ed was certain shouldn’t be as immensely hot as it was, and was Roy absolutely certain he didn’t want to go again?
Turns out that yes, yes he was. He was also done playing judging by the way he stretched out, warm and solid against Ed’s side. Ed closed his eyes as he came down, smiling sleepily as Roy’s lips covered his. Half asleep and burying his nose in the crook of Roy’s neck, Ed decided that even if it wasn’t what he’d planned exactly, he was going to count this as a win anyway.