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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Fullmetal_Alchemist
  Relationship:
      Edward_Elric/Roy_Mustang
  Character:
      Edward_Elric, Roy_Mustang
  Additional Tags:
      Masturbation, Voyeurism, Roy's_going_to_Hell_for_this
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-02-25 Words: 561
****** Keep Me Always in your Sight ******
by Scarecrowqueen
Summary
     In Amestris, the legal age of sexual consent is sixteen. Edward is
     fifteen, and therefore Roy was Not. Allowed. To Touch.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Despite how much he wants to, regardless of the desperate depths of his desire,
and heedless of the blazing, scorching need within him, Roy cannot touch Ed.
Edward Elric. Fifteen, molten gold and quicksilver with a biting edge of
sarcasm and a smile full of sharp sharp teeth. Edward Elric; fifteen, brilliant
and bold and unrestrained and packed to the brim with passion and rawness and
keen edges. Edward Elric; fifteen, who was a living singularity; a black hole
drawing Roy further and further in until Roy wished for nothing more than to
crawl under Ed’s skin and slot inside him like some strange new vital organ,
safe in the cradle between ribcage and soul. Edward Elric. Fifteen.
In Amestris, the legal age of sexual consent is sixteen. Edward is fifteen, and
therefore Roy was Not. Allowed. To Touch.
“Sweetheart you’re perfect, so lovely spread out like this for me. So lovely on
my bed, in my sheets. The things I want to do to you Ed, sweetheart, your tight
ass, your perfect mouth. Three fingers now, love, give yourself more. I’d be so
much bigger than that, my hard cock in you, fill you up ‘til you could taste me
in the back of your throat. We’d fuck all night sweetheart, and I’d do
everything to you, things I don’t even have words for. That’s it baby, just a
little more.”
Edward Elric does not reply other than to gasp and sob his desire; laid out
debauched across Roy’s bed, sheets churned up in a sea of white cotton beneath
his heaving body. His tanned flesh hand works his aching cock, fingers a tight
sheath for the stuttering thrusts of his hips, while his metal fingers sink
deeper inside and move rhythmically. There’s a whole five feet of distance
between where Ed shakes in ecstasy to where Roy sits directing the show,
upright in a stiff wooden chair and still in full uniform, save his undone fly.
His own sex lies heavy with lust in his palm as he strokes counterpoint to Ed’s
increasingly more erratic tempo. Edward tips his face in Roy’s direction, their
eyes meeting across all the endless miles between them, shrinking the gap to
nil in that one split second before orgasm, the one fraction of a moment before
Ed’s face blooms open and lifts to the sky, before he trembles and comes apart
in the way that never fails to make Roy want to put him back together simply by
holding him tightly enough. His own climax is almost an afterthought, like the
exhale of a single breath against the hurricane of Ed’s pleasure, his own sharp
gasp lost to the noise of Ed’s wordless howl.
The aftermath is always the worst, in the moments when lovers should be lying
together sharing air and space and sex-warmed sheets. They will not know this
kind of afterglow until Ed’s next birthday and the frustration is relentless
but to give up what little they have now would leave them with nothing but
heated looks across Roy’s solid oak desk, so they endure.
The empty space between them grows smaller by inches everyday as the entirety
of the cosmos seems to hold its breath; counting down the days. In the
meantime, well, Roy’s not allowed to touch, but he’s always been very good
about finding and exploiting loopholes.
End Notes
     Crossposted to my Dreamwidth, Fanfiction.net, Adultfanfiction.net,
     and the Roy/Ed LJ Community
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