B/N: this is a lemon, just for clarification, if you choose not to read this it's all right you missed nothing ('cept a lemon of course)
A/N: Y'know what Nicole? I'm actually agreeing with you. This is way too rushed, but trying to write lemony goodness during exam week sucks. So yes. Their first time will be a bit rushed. But I'm not one for foreplay. Much love, faithful readers. R&R plz.
-Shimaki
The Ever Elusive Chapter Five
Once again: Edward pounced. Instead of standing around being ogled like a child porn star, he wanted to even the score. So he kicked off his pants from around his ankles and went to work on Roy. Ina matter of seconds he'd pulled the older man's shirt off fully, enjoying the sight of all the bare chest he was offered.
He fought the urge to giggle like a schoolgirl, and ran his fingers over the toned muscles, enjoying how the colonel's breath hitched as he got lower…and lower… Taunting, he pulled his hands away and continued disrobing his lover.
After some effort, he had the button and zipper of Roy's pants undone and was attempting to pull them all the way off while still attached at the lips and hips. Roy wriggled around and lifted up his ass so Ed could get them off. (He pulled then down tantalizingly slow, tormenting the older man by edging them oh-so-slowly over his still semi-clothed erection) (cackle).
The boxers soon followed. Now, both unclothed completely, the sheepish tendencies were starting to emerge.
Throwing his inhibitions to the wind, Ed slithered under the thin, cheetah print sheet that Roy had pulled over himself and contemplated. 'Okay. If I were doing this to myself, what would feel good?' he mused as he stared at the now-hopelessly-large object he was somehow supposed to fit in his mouth.
He poked his head out from under the sheet and ordered, "Tell me if this feels good, 'kay?" and cautiously licked Roy's cock from base to tip and sunk his mouth onto it. Instead of receiving the asked-for input, he got a string of loud, unintelligible words moaned at him, adding something like 'Oh god do that again please.' (but with more emphasis)
He tried again, but this time he hummed and kept his mouth firmly locked on while he slid his head up and down, delighting in the fact he could elicit such lusty cries from such a strong, composed man.
He kept this up for a bit, alternating between humming and using his teeth, before realizing that he was going to send Roy over the top way too quick for what he had in mind. So he stopped, kissed the older man apologetically, and reached under his mattress for a special something he had bought that day…
Flashback
He'd walked into that stuffy little store, in that damp back alley, fully expecting to be jumped, anally raped, and left in a stagnant sinkhole somewhere in the countryside. An unnerving three hours later, he walked out with the merchandise fasted on him by the scary woman with the long hair, crazy tattoos, and floor-length ballgown. He'd bought a hell of a lot more than he should have, but the image of Roy in cat ears and a collar was so wet-dream-worthy he'd bought pretty much everything in sight.
End of flashback, back to sexytime
He pulled out his multipack of differently flavored lubricants and asked, was too innocently for what he was about to do, "What flavor?"
Roy, who had barely regained his breath and sat awaiting the coming onslaught, huffed, "If you're doing what I hope you're doing, it won't exactly matter to me."
Edward chuckled and grabbed a random bottle. He spread its strawberry-pink content over his fingers, mumbled, "Relax." As he once again nibbled on the colonel's ear, and inserted hi first finger. Hearing the older man's squeak, he paused.
He had his mouth pressed against Roy's temple, so his words were muffled, but he managed to ask, "Y'okay?"
"Yeah. Just …keep going."
Edward complied, as best he could. First with two, then three fingers he probed deep inside his lover, looking for the elusive spot his self-help books said would blow Roy's mind. His task was not made easier by the man he was impaling whimpering like a kitten. He reached further, sliding his fingers around until he heard the colonel exhale a shaky moan.
He looked up, saw the older man wide-eyed and slack-jawed, and knew he'd found it. "There?" he asked, just pressing a little harder, and, hearing another gasp, smiling.
He continued to finger-fuck the colonel until he was satisfied with the look on the older man's face, then he pulled out and said, "All right. You ready? I've got you nice and loose and I'm oh-so-prepared to pound you into the next dimension." Nothing how Roy blushed (if possible) an even deeper shade of red, he catalogued the fact that Roy liked dirty talk, and got himself ready.
Knowing that, if he postponed this any longer he'd lose what little confidence he had, he positioned himself at Roy's entrance and started to push in slowly. "Alright…" he exhaled, and planted a kiss on the colonel's trembling lips. "You okay?" he tried to position himself so as not to harm his lover any more than he had to, but the whole "cock up the ass' thing was bound to be painful.
The older man took a deep breath and replied after a minute or two, "Yeah. But I'd be better if you'd move already."
Ed laughed, taken aback, while a devious plan formed in his little blond head. "Are you suuuure?" he taunted, enjoying the look of stunned belligerence on the older man's face. "I'm not quite sure what you want me to do. Maybe you better tell me."
Roy's jaw dropped while Ed grinned. An angry tirade ensues, but is quelled by the colonel's nipple being pinched between two dexterous fingernails until he corked his angry sermon and muttered something incomprehensible. "Ehem? What was that? Ed asked, adopting a cocky British accent and winking deviously.
Roy, pissed off by the fact that he'd subjected himself to being impaled on someone's cock and subjected to cruel mind games, screeched, "ALRIGHT. Ed. I am absolutely desperate." He took a deep breath before continuing, in a more reasonable volume,
"You have me at your mercy, don't make me wait any longer or you'll wake up tomorrow morning missing a very 'important' reproductive organ. Got it?"
Ed laughed, replying, "Well if you did that, we wouldn't have much fun, now would we?"
Cackling, and oh-too-happy to comply, he pulled out so only the head of his (insert name for genitalia here. I'm sick of it) was still in Roy and thrust back in slowly. The mingled hisses of pain were drowned out by the moans of pleasure and Ed picked up speed.
He lifted his hips to try and find that spot that would have Roy's eyes seeing stars and was rewarded with a moan that he was sure could be heard on the streets, even through soundproof walls.
A smirk and a kiss and he was off, hitting the colonel's prostate as hard as he could, keeping up a nice rhythm and enjoying the sounds his lover made. He felt himself losing control, nearing his limit, and reached his hand around Roy's cock to stroke because, dammit, he was the seme tonight and he would not be beaten.
When he heard his lover yell "Edward" followed by an unbelievable tightness and a feeling of something warm and wet on his hand, he gave up the fight and came deep inside of Roy, thinking (juvenilely) 'Hehe. He's a screamer.' And succumbing. Once he could see again he pulled out of Roy and whispered as hey cuddled, "I love you."
He got a mumbled, "Love you too…" before the young lovers fell asleep warm, sticky, but content. (Then woke up and continued their dirty fun) (Lots)
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They woke the next morning, Roy's back seemingly superglued to Ed's chest, before showering and continuing their daily routine, Ed with a spring in his step, and Roy with a pronounced limp and a goofy smile. Needless to say that after four or so more rounds of delicious fun, the men were tired, but oh-so-fucking-happy.
End o' chapter Five
B/N: so how did she do. She did originally write this during midterm week (about a month ago) but it was short and uninteresting, this is the fifth revision, thus the reason it took so long to update, Do not lose hope, we did not forget. Also do not be surprised if this isn't updated in a while cuz well Caro needs time to find her brain (she lost it while writing this chapter, then again today when she thought one of our teachers had the folder this story is in, which would most likely mean getting suspended) We love you all, plz R&R.