This man would have been a brilliant tactician. Roy has to give him that.
Instead, he gives in to the warmth of Vrenille’s hands, his fingers making him tremble, a shuddering moan escaping his throat. He looks over at the mirror and almost smiles at the contrast between the colors of their skin. The man has the voice of a velvet ribbon, and Roy, caught in the depths of its tangles, sweats openly now, fearful he might drown.
Experiment? Show him what I can--. What? Does he want a blowjob now? He must know what that would do to Roy. After all of this, the last thing he wants to do is ejaculate on his belly.
Adrenaline tears through his system, hitting him directly in the diaphragm, jolting him back to the game they’re playing. Roy sees the sunset of his victory sinking behind the horizon of inevitability. Then Roy ardently, almost viciously, calls to mind the smell of burning corpses to steady himself. Oh, and it’s a good thing, too, he realizes, because those hands slide downward, and Mustang can’t suppress the short, sharp inhalation at Vrenille’s touch.
Vrenille asks him what he wants, and just like that, it seems to Roy his victory may just have been handed to him. He’s calmer, the pain and the intense pleasure mingling gently within and without. Roy can even smile at this point, tilting it just so in what he knows is his most charming.
“I want you to fuck me fast and rough and senseless.” He waits a beat, remembering the caveat. “Please.”
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Instead, he gives in to the warmth of Vrenille’s hands, his fingers making him tremble, a shuddering moan escaping his throat. He looks over at the mirror and almost smiles at the contrast between the colors of their skin. The man has the voice of a velvet ribbon, and Roy, caught in the depths of its tangles, sweats openly now, fearful he might drown.
Experiment? Show him what I can--. What? Does he want a blowjob now? He must know what that would do to Roy. After all of this, the last thing he wants to do is ejaculate on his belly.
Adrenaline tears through his system, hitting him directly in the diaphragm, jolting him back to the game they’re playing. Roy sees the sunset of his victory sinking behind the horizon of inevitability. Then Roy ardently, almost viciously, calls to mind the smell of burning corpses to steady himself. Oh, and it’s a good thing, too, he realizes, because those hands slide downward, and Mustang can’t suppress the short, sharp inhalation at Vrenille’s touch.
Vrenille asks him what he wants, and just like that, it seems to Roy his victory may just have been handed to him. He’s calmer, the pain and the intense pleasure mingling gently within and without. Roy can even smile at this point, tilting it just so in what he knows is his most charming.
“I want you to fuck me fast and rough and senseless.” He waits a beat, remembering the caveat. “Please.”