EdxRoy & RoyxEd (Untitled): Pinned - RoyxEd

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          After Roy implied that he would fuck Ed senseless at a time to be determined, the two men resumed a pleasurable kissing session, that is, until Ed’s stomach growled.

 

 

            Roy leaned back and chuckled. “To think that your body can think of food at a time like this.”

 

 

            Ed blushed. He certainly was aroused by what Mustang had said earlier, and despite the fatigue from their earlier romp, was tempted to take the other man at his word. But his body had decided otherwise.

 

 

            “I can’t help it and you know it. Besides, I bet you’re hungry too,” the younger man said, a touch defensively. He rolled out of bed and quickly pulled on his boxers, which Roy noticed were tented by Ed’s erection.

 

 

            Roy laughed again. “Good, it looks like you’re not opposed to the idea of me topping. Seems we won’t have to fight about that.” He rose from the bed and fondled the blond’s ass. “Now make me breakfast, bitch,” he muttered into the other man’s ear.

 

 

            “Why don’t you’ make your own breakfast, bastard,” Ed said playfully, cocking his head back to grin at his lover before sauntering toward the bathroom to wash up.

 

 

            “Well, I am a guest in your house, if you could call me that, given the circumstances under which I ended up here,” Roy reasoned, finding his own clothes and pulling on his underwear and pants. “So wouldn’t it be appropriate for you to cook for both of us?”

 

 

            Now it was Ed’s turn to laugh. “I wouldn’t say there’s a whole lot ‘appropriate’ about what we’ve been doing, but fine, you can cook next time.” With that, he closed the bathroom door behind himself. Grinning, Mustang went to the kitchen to do his own freshening up.

 

 

            While Ed washed his face, he thought about his last words. “Next time…” he liked the sound of it, as well as the promise of a thorough fucking by Roy. Topping the older man had felt amazing, but Ed certainly was interested in being on the receiving end of Roy’s passions. His hard cock agreed with him, but another grumble from his stomach sent him to the kitchen to make some food. There, he found a shirtless Roy, leaning back in a chair with his feet up on the kitchen table.

 

 

            “Hey. If you’re going to lounge around while I cook, you can at least keep your feet off the furniture, Colonel bast… Roy.”

 

 

            “Right,” the onyx-haired man said without putting up a fight, sitting properly and making no comment on the younger man’s slip up with his name.

 

 

            Ed stuck his head into the refrigerator and surveyed its contents. With the bell pepper, eggs, and mushrooms he had, he was thinking omelets. “You’re not allergic to anything, are you? Or is there anything you really hate to eat?”

 

 

            “No. Whatever you make, I’m sure it won’t be that bad,” Mustang said casually.

 

 

            Turning to his new bedmate, Ed asked, “are you trying to piss me off?”

 

 

            Roy grinned impishly. “Maybe.”

 

 

            “Why?”

 

 

            “Even though you’re not short anymore, and I can’t get a rise out of you by commenting on that, it’s still fun to watch you get flustered. It’s cute.” He was being completely honest – an annoyed Ed was an adorable Ed for some reason. Maybe it was because the younger man was no longer as rash as he had been years ago, so he settled for getting annoyed and blushing rather than getting violent. Roy’s thoughts proved true this time.

 

 

            Ed did have the urge to throw the pepper at Roy, but instead just blushed and took out the ingredients. He chopped the vegetables without speaking. Roy was still smirking behind Ed’s back as he watched the other man’s shoulder muscles bunch up and relax with the motions of the knife. Not wanting to hold back, he got up and stood with his body flush against Ed’s, and dropped a trail of kisses from shoulder to earlobe.

 

 

            Shuddering at the delicate sensation, Ed weakly warned, “I’m holding a knife,” but it was an empty threat, as his legs felt as though they were turning to jelly.

 

 

            Roy kissed Ed again at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. “I couldn’t help myself. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this young and playful. You should take it as a compliment.” He backed off and gave Ed his space.

 

 

            Regaining his composure, Ed finished chopping the vegetables and cracked a few eggs into a mixing bowl. “Yeah, well, I’d hate to lose my senses again and jump you again before eating,” he quipped, blushing at his confession. Despite his actions the night before and that morning, Ed couldn’t help but be embarrassed when voicing his sexual desires.

 

 

            “I’ll behave, then,” Roy said, returning to his chair as Ed mixed the eggs and vegetables together before pouring them into the pan. “For now,” the older man added.

 

 

            “You know, I kind of like this side of you,” Ed mused.

 

 

            “I would hope so, because it’s a bit awkward to keep up such a formal face with someone you’re fucking.” Fucking… as in a prolonged relationship. The idea was surprisingly pleasant, and sent tingles up the spines of both men.

 

 

            After some time, the smell of omelets filled the kitchen, and Ed snapped back to the moment. “Breakfast is ready.” He doled out portions and brought them to the table. “You want something to drink?”

 

 

            “Milk, if you’ve got it,” the older man said. Seeing his lover’s disgusted expression, Roy furrowed his brow in concern. “What’s wrong?”

 

 

            “I don’t know if this is going to work out,” Ed said gravely, leaning against the table, head down.

 

 

            “Fullme… Ed, what are you talking about?” The dark-eyed man was utterly confused, and more than a bit worried.

 

 

            “It’s disgusting! It’s… it’s juice from a cow’s udders, ugh, how can you stand it? Are you insane?”

 

 

            Roy laughed, relieved. “Fine, I can give up milk for you if you’re so opposed to it.”

 

 

            Ed calmed down almost instantly, shocked. “Really? This relationship is more serious than I thought.” His heart swelled at the thought.

 

 

            “It is just milk,” Roy laughed, but he also felt warm inside. “You may be on to something, though.” He kissed the cook. “What do you have to drink, then?”

 

 

            “Juice, water…”

 

 

            “Juice would be fine.”

 

 

            Ed poured two glasses of orange juice and brought them to the table, then promptly sat and dug into his food. The other man ate at a more leisurely pace.

 

 

            “What do you think?” Ed asked, mouth half full.

 

 

            “Mmm. Good.” He refrained from commenting on the younger man’s lack of table manners.

 

 

            “How’s your cooking?”

 

 

            “About the same.”

 

 

            “Do you make good stew?”

 

 

            “My stew’s not bad… wait, you hate milk, and milk’s in stew!”        

 

           

            Ed’s face turned an interesting shade of pink. “That’s different.” After looking at Roy’s doubtful expression, he rolled his eyes. “Ok, so I’m weird like that. Shut up.” He said it without malice, and they finished their omelets in amicable silence.

 

 

            When they were finished, Ed brought the dishes to the sink and was about to start washing them, when Roy once again began to assault him with kisses from behind. This time the older man took it further, though, and kneaded Ed’s ass with one hand while rubbing the blond’s groin with the other.

 

 

            “I don’t want to wait anymore, Ed…” Roy whispered seductively.

 

 

            In response, Ed turned around, threw his arms around Roy’s neck, and kissed him fiercely. Their erections rubbed together and Roy groaned into his lover’s mouth.

 

 

            “Bedroom?” Ed asked breathlessly.

 

 

            “Here,” Roy corrected, turning Ed around so he could position the other man facing the table. He pulled down Ed’s boxers and his own pants and underwear.

 

 

            “Are you serious?” Ed asked, not in protest, but in a combination of surprise and arousal at the change of venue.

 

 

            “Yes,” Mustang growled impatiently. “Now bend over and rest your arms on the table.” He was overcome by lust, and wanted Ed there and now.

 

 

            Doing as he was told, Ed relaxed as best he could and braced himself against the table. Roy hastily spat on his fingers and inserted one into Ed’s opening. The younger man gasped at the sensation, and willed himself to relax. Roy crooked his finger and rubbed against Ed’s prostate, which made Ed whimper with pleasure. With his other hand, Roy reached around and squeezed Ed’s nipple, sucking at his sensitive neck.

 

 

            “More,” Ed pleaded, craving a hand on his cock or something more substantial in his ass. Roy obliged by adding another saliva-slicked finger and stretching his lover from the inside.

 

 

            Though Ed was moaning wantonly from Roy’s ministrations, the older man knew that more lubrication was necessary, and turned his head to glance around the kitchen. Spotting the cooking oil by the stove, he whispered, “sorry, just give me a moment,” and pressed a few kisses to the trembling man’s spine before withdrawing his fingers and taking the few steps to grab the oil. Ed whined in protest, but was soon filled again by two oil-slicked fingers.

 

 

            “There,” the older man said huskily, “isn’t that better?” He took Ed’s moan as a yes.

 

 

            As he was preparing Ed, Mustang had enough sense to say, “you know this is going to hurt a bit, right?”

 

 

            “Just fuck me already, damn it!” Ed didn’t like begging, but he did want Roy inside of him.

 

 

            Chuckling at the younger man’s impatience and desperation, Roy spread oil over his cock and shuddered at the sensation, surprised at how sensitive he already was. The older man withdrew his fingers and positioned his cock at Ed’s entrance. “Just relax,” he said, and wrapped an arm around Ed’s chest to steady him. The blond braced himself against the table as Roy used his other hand to guide the head of his cock into Ed. Sucking in a breath, the younger man adjusted to the intrusion. As expected, it hurt some to be stretched so much, but he knew the pain would soon give way to pleasure.

 

 

            “More,” he ordered after a few moments, and the dark-haired man obliged, hissing as he slowly buried himself into Ed’s heat.

 

 

            “Please tell me I can move,” Roy said when he was fully sheathed. His cock was aching for friction.

 

 

            Ed’s senses were assailed by the pressure on his prostate and the feeling of being completely filled. “Yes,” he gasped. With that, Roy withdrew his cock halfway and reburied himself in Ed with a hard thrust of his hips.

 

 

            “Mmmmhhhhh,” the man pinned to the table moaned, responding to the pleasure tinged with just a touch of pain. Roy began thrusting at a slow pace, getting Ed used to the sensation. He reached around with his free arm and stroked Ed’s cock in time with the thrusts.

 

 

            Ed felt as though he was going to melt in a puddle of pleasure onto the floor. Somehow, between his arms propping him up, and being held by the other man, he was able to enjoy Roy’s thrusts and stroking, without collapsing. Roy increased the pace, fast approaching his limit, so aroused by the hot, tight body surrounding his cock. The younger man was close too, and moaned as Mustang kept hitting that sweet spot inside. Soon, Ed’s inner muscles tightened and he came in spurts onto Roy’s hand and the floor. The tensing of those muscles around his cock made Roy’s erection even more sensitive, and he stopped stroking Ed, braced himself against the table, and thrust hard and fast before coming deep inside of the blond.

 

 

            They both just stood there, Ed leaning on the table and Roy leaning on Ed, breathing hard for a few moments. After kissing Ed on the shoulder, Roy pulled out, a trail of come following his cock.

 

 

            Ed turned around, holding onto the edge of the table from behind to steady himself. He looked at their immediate surroundings and laughed. Come was on the table from Roy’s hand, and on the floor from both of them. Their underwear were around their ankles, and the sink was full of dirty dishes.

 

 

            “Roy?”

 

 

            “Hmm?” Roy asked contentedly.

 

           

            Ed kissed Roy passionately, as they had done in bed before Roy had insisted on topping.

 

 

            “This time, you clean up and wash the dishes.”