As Vrenille undoes the top button, Roy smiles and gratefully so.

Then he stops -- altogether. Even though it’s a struggle, he’s used to masking his emotions. The smile doesn’t waver. The youth lifts his hand and just cups him. Mustang closes his eyes, drawing in a trembling moan, abruptly opening them after that, averting his eyes to focus on the people shopping. He breathes, and it cools him down a smidgen.

Ah. Then the other man has the gall to tease him. On the one hand, it’s the perfect thing to say.

Still, he’s desperate and torn between focusing on his raging need and the joy of banter. Vrenille is adorable like this -- looking up at him with that gorgeous-stupid smile. Mustang almost resents the swell of affection he feels for the man. The golden-skinned, blue-eyed, dark-haired man who teases him so mercilessly.

Almost.

He comes tremblingly close to blurting out, ‘Just put it in your mouth, moron,’ but doesn’t. He keeps his cool because he’s the damn Flame Alchemist, and he will not lose this encounter. Refuses to.

So, instead of shouting at him, or worse, begging, Roy imparts to Vrenille a tiny smile. “Too cocky for you?”