Double Your Fun [Fullmetal Alchemist; Roy/Riza/Maes/Gracia
Title: Double Your Fun
Author: evil_little_dog
Rating: Teen...?
Warnings: Um...Foursome?
Prompt: FMA; Roy/Riza/Maes/Gracia - Food play - "Together we're whole"
A/N: I'm not sure there's much food in this. *frowns* But definitely some play.
Word Count: Um...I have no WP program at this time and I'm just...not...manually counting the words. Sorry.
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It hadn't actually started as a double date. Not really. Riza, after all, was Roy's subordinate - which meant them dating was off limits. Like, stockade-style off limits. Of course, Riza wasn't Maes' subordinate - and he could invite her out. And if Roy invited out Gracia, well, that was okay...sneaky, but okay. Legally, they were within their bounds. If Roy decided to take Riza on a spin around the dance floor while Maes and Gracia talked at the table - well, that was just being polite, right?
Right.
And if, over drinks and a good meal - and don't forget the band playing and the dance floor, one girl might get switched with the other, that was all in fun.
Except Roy had no head for bubbly stuff like champagne.
And Riza, once she'd had champagne, took to it like a dog took to a bone - and was almost as vicious about protecting her bottle, too.
And Gracia thought this was charmingly funny, that Roy had nearly collapsed under the table - until Roy started playing footsie with her.
And Maes...thought they'd better get the check and get out of this dinner-and-a-nightclub place before something terribly untoward happened. Like Roy trying to peel Gracia's silk stockings off with his teeth. "You can wait to do that 'til we get home, Roy," he said, hauling his friend up from halfway under the table.
"Oh, we're goin' home?" Roy's eyes were bright and sparkly and he happily collapsed against Maes' chest. "Yay."
Gracia and Riza fared better, collecting their jackets and their menfolks, too, though Gracia kept eying Roy up like he was a steak and she was starving. And Riza grabbed a handful of Maes' butt before he even knew what happened, the little sneak. He'd have to get her back for that. The thing was, Maes' apartment was small - and the walls not very soundproof. And Maes had the feeling that they'd need some sort of buffer before the night was over.
"Hotel." Roy pointed at one as their cab drove them past. "Nice place. Excellent room service."
Good enough.
Two rooms were hired under assumed names that the desk clerk nodded politely to, though obviously didn't believe - especially without any luggage for the bellhop to wrangle. Keys were given and they were ushered away to the elevator, the operator a cute girl who looked barely old enough to be out this late at night. She and the bellhop made eyes at each other, completely oblivious to Roy copping a feel of Gracia's breast.
The rooms were on the same floor, separated by another room - "Too bad they're not adjoining," Riza said with a little sigh, and the bellhop blinked and nodded, figuring he might get some sort of tip out of this if he put a little effort into making that happen. He used his pass key and made sure the room was definitely empty before letting Maes know that he'd switch the keys at the desk and make sure the info there was updated to the "Browns" having room four-ten instead of four-oh-eight.
"And bring a menu." Roy added some sens to the bellhop's pocket as he sauntered past the young man and into the "Jones'" room.
The rooms were luxury in and of themselves and, in place of the bellhop, Roy showed off the amenities. Like Gracia was paying much attention, too busy helping Riza take off that pretty little dress - and Maes was paying attention to that show rather than Roy babble about the minibar. Of course, the girls kissing effectively shut Roy up. Not to mention offer to help Gracia out of those encumbering stockings.
The knock on the door to the "Browns'" room sent Maes to answer it, moving somewhat uncomfortably considering how tight his trousers had gotten in the past few minutes. The bellhop offered the menu, Maes nearly shoved it back at him but thought maybe a few goodies were in order. The bellhop agreed and Maes decided, closing the door at the same time he untied his tie, Roy got to answer the door next time.
Stripping on his way back to the bed in the Jones' room, Maes grinned at the sight awaiting him. Riza was down to her garters and panties, sweet black lacy wisps of fabric that enhanced rather than concealed, and knelt over Roy, working his belt off. Gracia perched on the edge of the bed, dress undone and halfway down to her waist, the hem bunched up to her thighs, and Roy peeling her stockings off with his teeth. "Hey," Maes dropped down on the bed next to his girlfriend, giving her cheek a smacking kiss, "What's a guy got to do to get a little action around here?"
For an answer, Roy grabbed Maes' shoe, starting on the lacing. Oh, Roy and his foot fetish. And soon there'd be food - strawberries and apples, grapes and honey - to feed to each other; to eat off of each other's bodies. Maes felt Roy kiss the arch of his foot, watched Riza whip off Roy's belt and trousers, leaving behind a tented pair of silk boxers.
"You still have on too many clothes, Maes." Her throaty purr sent something akin to an electric jolt straight down to Maes' cock. Riza knelt up, reaching for his belt, giving Roy access to her panties and Maes a handful of breast. Gracia wasn't going to be left out, leaning over to wrap her arm around Riza's shoulder, nuzzling her ear.
Together, they were whole, Maes realized, before all conscious thought was driven away in the heat of the moment and the tickling fingers stroking across his crotch. For now, that was enough.
Author: evil_little_dog
Rating: Teen...?
Warnings: Um...Foursome?
Prompt: FMA; Roy/Riza/Maes/Gracia - Food play - "Together we're whole"
A/N: I'm not sure there's much food in this. *frowns* But definitely some play.
Word Count: Um...I have no WP program at this time and I'm just...not...manually counting the words. Sorry.
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It hadn't actually started as a double date. Not really. Riza, after all, was Roy's subordinate - which meant them dating was off limits. Like, stockade-style off limits. Of course, Riza wasn't Maes' subordinate - and he could invite her out. And if Roy invited out Gracia, well, that was okay...sneaky, but okay. Legally, they were within their bounds. If Roy decided to take Riza on a spin around the dance floor while Maes and Gracia talked at the table - well, that was just being polite, right?
Right.
And if, over drinks and a good meal - and don't forget the band playing and the dance floor, one girl might get switched with the other, that was all in fun.
Except Roy had no head for bubbly stuff like champagne.
And Riza, once she'd had champagne, took to it like a dog took to a bone - and was almost as vicious about protecting her bottle, too.
And Gracia thought this was charmingly funny, that Roy had nearly collapsed under the table - until Roy started playing footsie with her.
And Maes...thought they'd better get the check and get out of this dinner-and-a-nightclub place before something terribly untoward happened. Like Roy trying to peel Gracia's silk stockings off with his teeth. "You can wait to do that 'til we get home, Roy," he said, hauling his friend up from halfway under the table.
"Oh, we're goin' home?" Roy's eyes were bright and sparkly and he happily collapsed against Maes' chest. "Yay."
Gracia and Riza fared better, collecting their jackets and their menfolks, too, though Gracia kept eying Roy up like he was a steak and she was starving. And Riza grabbed a handful of Maes' butt before he even knew what happened, the little sneak. He'd have to get her back for that. The thing was, Maes' apartment was small - and the walls not very soundproof. And Maes had the feeling that they'd need some sort of buffer before the night was over.
"Hotel." Roy pointed at one as their cab drove them past. "Nice place. Excellent room service."
Good enough.
Two rooms were hired under assumed names that the desk clerk nodded politely to, though obviously didn't believe - especially without any luggage for the bellhop to wrangle. Keys were given and they were ushered away to the elevator, the operator a cute girl who looked barely old enough to be out this late at night. She and the bellhop made eyes at each other, completely oblivious to Roy copping a feel of Gracia's breast.
The rooms were on the same floor, separated by another room - "Too bad they're not adjoining," Riza said with a little sigh, and the bellhop blinked and nodded, figuring he might get some sort of tip out of this if he put a little effort into making that happen. He used his pass key and made sure the room was definitely empty before letting Maes know that he'd switch the keys at the desk and make sure the info there was updated to the "Browns" having room four-ten instead of four-oh-eight.
"And bring a menu." Roy added some sens to the bellhop's pocket as he sauntered past the young man and into the "Jones'" room.
The rooms were luxury in and of themselves and, in place of the bellhop, Roy showed off the amenities. Like Gracia was paying much attention, too busy helping Riza take off that pretty little dress - and Maes was paying attention to that show rather than Roy babble about the minibar. Of course, the girls kissing effectively shut Roy up. Not to mention offer to help Gracia out of those encumbering stockings.
The knock on the door to the "Browns'" room sent Maes to answer it, moving somewhat uncomfortably considering how tight his trousers had gotten in the past few minutes. The bellhop offered the menu, Maes nearly shoved it back at him but thought maybe a few goodies were in order. The bellhop agreed and Maes decided, closing the door at the same time he untied his tie, Roy got to answer the door next time.
Stripping on his way back to the bed in the Jones' room, Maes grinned at the sight awaiting him. Riza was down to her garters and panties, sweet black lacy wisps of fabric that enhanced rather than concealed, and knelt over Roy, working his belt off. Gracia perched on the edge of the bed, dress undone and halfway down to her waist, the hem bunched up to her thighs, and Roy peeling her stockings off with his teeth. "Hey," Maes dropped down on the bed next to his girlfriend, giving her cheek a smacking kiss, "What's a guy got to do to get a little action around here?"
For an answer, Roy grabbed Maes' shoe, starting on the lacing. Oh, Roy and his foot fetish. And soon there'd be food - strawberries and apples, grapes and honey - to feed to each other; to eat off of each other's bodies. Maes felt Roy kiss the arch of his foot, watched Riza whip off Roy's belt and trousers, leaving behind a tented pair of silk boxers.
"You still have on too many clothes, Maes." Her throaty purr sent something akin to an electric jolt straight down to Maes' cock. Riza knelt up, reaching for his belt, giving Roy access to her panties and Maes a handful of breast. Gracia wasn't going to be left out, leaning over to wrap her arm around Riza's shoulder, nuzzling her ear.
Together, they were whole, Maes realized, before all conscious thought was driven away in the heat of the moment and the tickling fingers stroking across his crotch. For now, that was enough.