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Heat draws him forward as a chill nips at his heels.
Roy wakes to cool air dancing across his skin and instinctively curls tighter around the warmth in his arms. His head rests on a sliver of his own pillow, face pressed against the nape of his lover's neck, cushioned by silken strands that tickle his nose, smelling faintly of lavender and sweat. It's a scent that brings with it a sense of security, and were he more conscious, Roy might have analyzed the level of deep-rooted possessiveness with which he clings to it. Warmed metal greets his skin when he slides his leg between toned thighs, barely noticing the pinch of the fine hair on his leg.
The world around him remains dark— reluctant to open his eyes just yet and leave the realm of hazy wakefulness and heavy limbs. Roy cards his fingers lazily through long locks before more purposefully trailing over a defined back, down a pliant spine, and coming to rest on a firm buttocks. His hand splays over supple skin, fingers lightly kneading the man's flesh before they dip between his cheeks. Still slick and open, Roy marvels, heat stirring in his chest. He had been a bit overzealous last night, apparently using a liberal amount of lube. Vivid images of the evening's encounter conjure in his mind, spurring his growing arousal, and he stirs.
Daybreak was upon them. With muted light streaming through the large window above their bed and pouring over cream-colored sheets, Roy opens sleepy eyes to see brilliant gold, illuminated by that first blush of dawn.
In his arms, sun-kissed skin lay bare to the morning light, and Edward sleeps undisturbed, head turned away, and face buried in his pillow. Roy sighs contentedly into Ed's hair, pulling himself closer still and nosing behind a warm ear, inhaling deeply. Edward still smells of sex; the memories of him writhing beneath Roy replay in his mind's eye, still fresh and provocative. Edward shifts under the sensation, but the steady rise and fall of his back continue uninterrupted.
Propping himself up on an elbow, Roy gazes at the man he calls his, dedicating to memory every inch of perfection. Dark eyes follow the flow of golden silk fanned across well-built, freckled shoulders, and his pale fingertips delicately trace the hint of pink scarring peeking from beneath Ed’s hair. Soft shadows linger on his skin, accentuating the lithe strength of Edward's back, and continue downward to where they pool in the divot at the base of his spine. Pale pink returns, edging along the divot and radiating outward, a brand to match his own. There, the echoes of salty-sweet skin dance on his tongue as he traces the starburst-shaped scar encompassing Ed's side and stops to stare at his gorgeous bare ass peeking out from under the sheets still covering his legs. Ed is glowing in the morning light, looking ever like the Adonis he is.
Some days, it was still bafflingly hard to believe that someone as intelligent, stunning, and infuriatingly lovable as Ed was his.
The sun continues its steady climb, minutes ticking away, and while Roy would be content to admire Ed forever like this, it's becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the effects of such a sight.
The bed dips beneath him as Roy crawls on top of Ed. The sheets draping over their lower halves slip away as Roy straddles the backs of Ed's thighs and leans over him to brace forearms on either side of a cushioned crown of gold. Even as Roy settles above him, hips pressing flush against his ass, Edward has yet to move. His arms remain tucked under the claimed plush pillow, and curtain bangs hide his relaxed features from view.
Roy sweeps his fringe away to reveal an open expression, completely at ease. Any traces of stress are absent, scowl lines smoothed away, delicate blond lashes rest atop rounded cheeks, and nostrils that flare softly with each breath. With the usual stubborn set of his jaw gone, his lips have settled into an upward curve, reminiscent of a pout.
He was beautiful like this, and Roy's hardened cock agreed in earnest, grinding against Ed's backside, sliding between round cheeks, and spreading the precum already leaking from his head over Ed’s still lubed hole. Placing a kiss to the thin white scar above Ed’s eyebrow, then to his temple, Roy revels in the simmering heat in his chest, burying his fingers in Ed's hair. His slow rutting pace is an exercise in control, and one he was steadily losing.
Ed's eyelids twitch, eyebrows knitting together slightly, and mumbling pleasing little sounds, slowly roused by the gentle rocking. Roy continues his path of lingering kisses, traveling along the curve of his neck and down his shoulder blade, lips trailing over the sensitive scar tissue.
Having reached his limit, Roy's lips reluctantly retreat from golden skin just far enough to watch Ed's face as he reaches between them to feed his cock into Ed's welcoming body, sliding home with ease and anchoring himself to the hilt.
Ed has always been hot-blooded, warming the lives of those he crossed paths with, and Roy had the privilege of knowing that his body matched. To meet with any part of Ed's radiant skin was like caressing the sun, searing to the touch and rendering Roy delirious with want, like the heat that envelops him now. It was overwhelming and sweet enough to make Roy's teeth ache. He has to make the conscious effort to unclench his jaw while experiencing the drag of Ed’s walls around him as he pulls out slowly then sinks back in, reveling in the way Ed's body tries to keep him inside, still hot and greedy despite how thoroughly spent he had left Ed the previous night.
Roy watches hungrily as Ed sighs heavily, waking to labored breathing in his ear and the weight of Roy's body pressing down solidly against his back, a comforting presence.
Ed’s eyes flutter open to see Roy gazing down at him with sultry eyes and parted lips, and Ed smiles sleepily at him, leaning further back into the hand gently massaging his scalp. Ed faintly registers the dawn's glow around them, yawning deeply and wiping tears away with his pillow. He had expected to feel exhausted, sated but wrung out, instead he felt light. His skin is buzzing, and Roy's gaze has Ed's drowsy mind spiking with anticipation. He wants to turn around in Roy’s arms, to kiss those inviting lips and explore the intent behind those smoldering eyes.
A small shift of his hips and twisting of his spine is all it takes for his senses to short-circuit. The suddenness of that sharp, unmistakable pleasure ricocheting throughout his body has his mouth falling open, and a long, unfiltered moan is dragged from his throat.
“Fuuuck—”
Another gasp spills from him unprompted when that spot is grazed again, and Ed clamps down reflexively. He feels the hand in his hair tighten in response, and the delicious pull of his scalp has his fingers flexing and clutching his pillow closer. It takes Ed an embarrassing amount of seconds to realize, in his sleep-fogged state, that Roy is currently fully sheathed inside him.
“Finally awake, princess?” Roy asks with a quiet chuckle.
Ed cranes his neck to look up at Roy, but with his mind barely functioning and already reduced to putty, he can't bring himself to even acknowledge the question. He can hear the smugness in Roy's tone, but it's undercut by the sheer warmth in his eyes. Ed drops his head back onto the pillow, eyes fluttering closed and squeezing shut. His brow furrows, mouth hanging open in a wordless, hissing breath when he feels Roy’s heavy cock pull out nearly completely, teasing him. Ed tries desperately to keep him inside, squeezing down around Roy and trying to lift his hips, chasing after him, but Roy's weight bears down on him, keeping Ed still. Roy nips at his ear, taking his time to slide back in until his hips are flush once more with Ed's ass.
Roy sets a pace specifically designed with Ed's torture in mind. It's slow and relentless, angled just right, and abusing his body in the best way. Ed sinks into the mattress, tethered and boneless at the same time by the agonizingly sweet pleasure being wrought throughout his body.
Being fucked awake was hot as hell and while his body was at attention, his mind was much slower to catch up and by extension, his voice. Even hidden away from the intrusions of the waking world as they were, the needy moans of Roy's name pouring past his lips sound deafening to Ed's own ears. Resounding off the walls, it echos in the silence around them. He couldn't be blamed for any complaints that may come from their new neighbors about his volume when it felt like Roy was deliberately trying to make him shout his throat raw.
Ed tries to bury his face into his pillow, but Roy, the bastard, uses the grip on Ed's hair to his advantage, holding firm against his attempt and keeping Ed’s face turned to the side. It's a dirty trick that Roy loves to abuse, but it has Ed keening regardless and bucking up into his thrusts. “Don't hide; I want to hear you.” Roy murmurs.
His breath is hot along the shell of Ed's ear, and the deep baritone rumbling against his back sends a rush of heat to Ed's cheeks. Soft lips chase a shiver down Ed's spine as Roy carefully bites and sucks, worrying a mark starting just below his ear and continuing along the line of his throat, moving lower. It prickles, raising gooseflesh where they ghost across his skin, leaving behind a chill that has Ed trembling in his arms. “You just couldn't wait, could you?”
Forehead coming to rest in the dip between Ed's shoulder blades, Roy lets out a low exhale, and Ed could just about taste the sincerity in his voice. “You looked so breathtaking sleeping peacefully like that, of course I couldn't resist you.”
“Don't lie to me.” Ed pants.
“I mean it, princess. It's like your body was calling to me, the way it glowed. I had to claim you.”
Roy always did have an infuriating way of speaking that left Ed wanting to punch him. Damn. The worst part was how much he liked being talked to like that. Roy's words make him giddy, and he preens under the attention. Not like he’d be caught dead admitting it, but he craves the way Roy can make him feel lighter than air. Ed was just so gone for this man.
“Then fuck me like you mean it.” Ed demands in a gasping breath. Tensed arms scramble out from under the pillow he had clutched in a death grip to reach behind himself, spreading his ass cheeks for Roy.
“You're so eager, spreading your pussy for me like that.” Roy purrs.
A sweet, lingering kiss between his shoulders is his only warning before hips meet his, coming down hard against his backside. He should have anticipated it, he quite literally asked for it, but in that moment Ed simply forgets to breathe. The air had been forced out of his lungs, and when Ed takes his first ragged breath for what feels like the first time that morning, his voice breaks on a whine.
The new angle is unforgiving, with Roy having decided to throw his weight into every thrust, using the mattress like a springboard to pound him into the sheets. Yet each swing of his hips feels controlled, reaching deeper, and pulling every creative curse Ed could conceive past his lips.
“You're still so open for me, baby.” Roy groans into his back. “You hardly moved when I first slid into you and took me in so easily.”
“S'cuz you fucked my pussy so good before.” Ed slurs, his face half buried in the pillow and attempting to lift his ass up further. The trivial pain of his fingers digging into the meat of his own ass barely registers, and he spreads himself further, begging for more.
“You gonna put a baby in me?” Ed's voice wobbles. He can't believe he just asked that. If he were capable of shame in that moment, he'd let himself sink beneath the floorboards, but he's too distracted by how his chest clenches and his traitorous dick twitches eagerly at his own words.
“Is that what you want? For me to fill you up?” Roy punctuates the question with another rough press of his hips.
“Y-yes! I want to feel full— I need you!” Ed sobs around the words. He sounds foreign and distant to his own ears, mind treading the clouds. Shame had deserted him, his usual filter unhampered, and in that moment, he spoke what he truly wanted.
Ed's cock aches where it's trapped against his stomach, twitching expectantly and leaking heavily onto the sheets. The slap of Roy's balls against his perineum is erotic. They feel tight, and Ed desperately wants to milk them. A smug little smile sweeps across his face when he hears Roy moan against his back, and Ed bites his bottom lip. It doesn't last, melting away before long under Roy's deliberate touch that has Ed tightening around him all over again. What little friction he can muster in rutting his hips into the mattress has him suspended over the water's edge, and Roy's weight pinning him in place is all that's stopping him from being swept away.
His nerves are alight with each clash of their bodies, an intensity that brings him a little closer, a little higher. All along his heated flesh, from the crown of his head and down to his toes, Roy invades his senses. He's losing his grip, and Roy's solid presence is the only thing keeping Ed anchored as he's taken apart.
Twitching muscles under Roy's cheek bring him back above water. His body is fever-hot, dark fringe clinging to his skin where it's pressed into Ed's shoulder, mooring him to the heated thrum under Ed’s skin. His ears prick as he comes back to himself, honing in on near-silent hitched breathing. In trying to keep a steady rhythm, his eyes had fallen shut, not wanting himself to descend into wanton recklessness. The effort demanded every bit of his dwindling self-control, but he didn't want to surrender. Edward was worth savoring.
His brow furrows slightly, lips dragging across sweat-sheen skin before lifting his head. His world shifts into focus, and concerned eyes open to the flushed man below him. Ed's face is half-pressed into the pillow, downy cloth clamped tightly between his teeth, the tendons in his neck taut and straining. His eyes are screwed shut, silent tears welling in the corners and rolling down his cheeks to soak into the pillow.
“Are you all right, love?” Roy whispers anxiously. His hips falter, leaning closer to kiss away tears clinging to glistening lashes. The calloused hand that grasps wildly at his hip catches his attention as Ed releases the pillow to rasp, “Don't you dare stop, asshole! I'm almost—!” His reply is muffled but clear as day and instantly soothes Roy's nerves.
“Hold yourself open for me again.” The command is meaningful, and Ed complies without hesitation.
Grinding deep into Ed's reddened ass, he pulls back, upper body lifting to be supported on his hands while staying connected. Roy gives just enough to keep him hanging, admiring the flex of anticipating muscles, and the way Edward's pleas for more turn shy. He's trembling, wanton, and lovely, and Roy gives in.
He throws his weight forward, and Ed mewls. He repeats the motion, gaining momentum with every thrust until Ed is truly screaming his name. Roy licks away sweat collecting above his lip, wishing it were Ed’s he was tasting. Edward will be so tender by the end of this – but his legs are sliding uselessly in the sheets, toes curling at the wealth of sensation, and gripping Roy so tightly he might lose it – and in this moment neither of them care.
“Roy! Fuck, that's good! Right there! Ah, Roy—!” Ed chokes on a sob, feeling himself slipping.
There's no grand explosion, nor a cacophony of frisson that sends him careening. It's the sound of rushing water pulsing in his ears and Roy's warm hands guiding him that drag him under the current. He wilts into the bed, pulled deeper under the weight of his own limbs and his lover at his back. As it ebbs away, the rumble of his heaving chest and distant birdsong filter into clarity.
A hand smooths down Ed's side, settling on his hip, the other tangling in his hair, and then Roy is tilting backwards, rolling them together onto their sides. Ed allows himself to be pulled along, hissing at the drag of his scalp, but the pain is swiftly overtaken by overstimulated pleasure.
Ed blinks blearily into the middle distance, looking at nothing in particular, glancing to where his arms lay draped across the sheets. Roy's pace had slowed from the pounding of his life back to that sweet torture while he was out of it, slow and tender to the point that Ed almost couldn’t handle it. The whispered ardor in his ear about his beauty and likeness to the morning sun definitely wasn't helping either. It's too early to be so damn wordy. Where does he find the energy? Roy is so full of sap, the sweetness might kill him one day.
“Did you come already? I haven't even touched you yet.” Roy teases, releasing Ed's hip and reaching to cup his balls, rolling them gently. Ed whimpers in his arms, a trembling hand closing around his wrist when his fingers trail up to thumb at Ed’s still leaking slit.
“Your clit is so sensitive. Did I make you feel that good?”
The grip on his wrist tightens in answer, falling away when Roy moves on, skating across his navel, and enjoying the feel of his toned stomach jumping under the softest graze of fingertips. They pass over ticklish ribs, briefly cupping Ed’s firm chest, and pinching a pert nipple.
“These perky tits of yours could use a good suck later. Wouldn't you like that?”
The whimper Ed makes at that suggestion is weak. Roy can sense his exhaustion, and he's not far behind. He's doubtful either of them will have the energy for a shower after this workout.
Passing tempting collarbones that Roy longs to give attention to, his hand slides up Ed's throat, tilting his head back against Roy's chest, and closing around his pulse.
Roy feels Ed swallow hard under his palm. He opens his mouth to speak, only to gasp and swallow around his dry tongue. It seems all Edward can manage is staring wordlessly up at Roy through glassy, half-lidded eyes. Just gazing into them when he's like this is almost beyond words. They're swimming, lashes fluttering over pupils blown wide, and cheeks stained a deep red that drowns out the faintest spray of freckles across his nose.
Roy must still be a little drunk, with how lightheaded he feels. How else was he to explain away the spark of electricity under his skin? Like tingling pinpricks felt along every inch of Ed's body he explored. Just looking down at the beautiful, debauched mess of a man he created – moaning up a storm again, every little delightful vibration under his palm telling Roy exactly how good he’s feeling – was enough to do him in.
“You've come apart so beautifully for me. I've made such a mess of your cunt, but it's still greedily sucking me in.” Roy coos.
“Stop fu– fucking teasing and cum inside.” Ed gasps, his muscles still convulsing and spasming from his own orgasm.
“Are you that desperate for me to breed you?” Roy goads. He shouldn't tease, not when he's so close to the edge, not like he can ever stop himself where Ed is concerned.
Edward, in typical Elric fashion, always finds a way to kick his ass regardless of the situation. His leg worms its way between Roy's and literally kicks him in the ass, flesh heel making contact with one of his cheeks. Roy doesn't bother fighting the broad grin full of mirth that spreads across his face.
It quickly turns predatory.
His hold tightens around Ed's throat, and his voice drops to a whisper. “You do want it that badly then.”
His next heartbeat finds him closing the distance between them, claiming Ed’s open mouth and devouring his choked squeak of surprise. He'd been edging himself for far longer than he realized, relishing in how blissfully lost Edward could leave him.
He'd been spurred into action, and Roy chases his own with renewed vigor. He overpowers Edward's tongue, breathing hard and taking his pleasure from Ed's willing body. Edward is clinging to his forearm now, nails biting into skin, but he's pushing into him, slotted so perfectly into Roy's hold. Ed completes him, and that thought is what unravels him.
He releases Ed's mouth to press his cheek against Ed's, loosening the hold on his throat. Groaning low into his ear, Roy comes, thrusting shallowly until his hips stutter to a halt and the sparks subside. Above the roar of his settling heart and Edward's hiccuping coughs, the squelching sound of his release sends a half-hearted twinge of interest to his softening cock.
Roy fumbles behind himself for the jeweled plug they'd used last night that has been digging into his back since they rolled over. Sliding his cock free, he quickly works the plug into Ed's used hole in its place. Ed lets out a satisfied sigh at being filled again, and Roy smacks a tender cheek for good measure.
They lay there together for a silent stretch of heartbeats, basking in the sun that had climbed steadily higher and engulfed the room in its warmth.
Ed rolls over with a huff to face Roy. A wobbly arm drapes itself over his shoulder, joined by a metal leg thrown over Roy's hip. Securing Ed's thigh against his side and tracing the scarring around his port, Roy takes in Ed’s disheveled appearance. Tousled tresses and heavy eyes stare back at him, searching. Holding Ed's gaze, Roy feels an icy flesh foot trail provocatively up the length of his calves where it has slotted itself. Ed's knee comes up between Roy's thighs to nudge his balls, and Roy smirks at him. “I'm afraid I'm spent, love.”
“I wore you out, old man.” Ed laughs. He pulls himself closer, threading fingers through Roy's hair and eagerly pressing his lips to Roy's, silencing his rebuttal. Roy's left arm snakes under Ed's head, wrapping around his shoulder and holding him close. The kiss is fond, with none of the same desperation from earlier, but just as warm and leaves them both just as breathless.
When they eventually come up for air, Ed heaves the biggest, satisfied sigh against Roy's quirked lips. “If you weren't pregnant before, you definitely are now.” Roy boasts with a tired smile.
Ed digs his metal heel into the small of Roy's back, where it's still slung over his hip. His grin is wolfish, and Roy grunts. “If you actually managed to knock me up, I'll knock you down.”
It's a playful threat with a genuine promise laced in.
“But wouldn't that be something?” Roy sighs, almost wistfully. It wasn't a thought meant to be said aloud, but Roy is a glutton for punishment, among other things.
"If we ever do have kids, they sure as shit aren't coming out of me.” Ed snorts.
“Don't let that stop us from trying.” Roy flashes a sultry smile, fingers walking up Ed's thigh to grope his ass, only for them to be smacked away.
“Gonna feel so gross when I wake up, but honestly, worth it.” Ed yawns. “You owe me breakfast later. I want bacon.”
The yawn is contagious, and as it takes over, Roy rolls onto his back, returning to his side of the bed – the dry side – and watches Ed slink away to the foot of it. Through teary eyes he admires that sculpted ass – red from their lovemaking and adorned with a crimson jewel – on full display when he bends down to retrieve their abandoned covers.
“A hot bath and a hearty meal before we go another round does sound perfect.” Glutes flex around the jewel as Ed sits up, rescued sheets in hand, and scoots back up the length of the bed to Roy's side.
“What is with you today? You have a one-track mind.” Ed asks incredulously,
“You're just that irresistible.”
Ed huffs and settles against his chest, pulling the covers up with him. “Go to sleep, you dolt.”
Roy's arms close around Ed, pulling him close and pressing a kiss to his crown. Ed nudges back, tucking his head beneath Roy's chin and burrowing further into the sheets. The day is theirs to enjoy, bright and free of obligations, but for now, sleep calls to them both. As the sun's languid rays continue to rise, they drift, making the most of their lazy morning.