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A Changing	By : Hypnosis Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male > Roy/Ed Views: 9837 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A Changing

By Hypnosis

It had only been a few days since they had succeeded. Ed had gotten Al’s body back. As predicted, it had taken a huge toll on their bodies; Alphonse was currently hospitalized due to malnourishment and Ed was sick as a dog. Okay, perhaps ‘sick as a dog’ was an understatement; he was stricken with a high fever, and was often delirious from it. He was so weak that he could hardly move; his body was like deadweight and his thighs had no power left in them to move. His automail was also completely gone; ports and all, leaving behind only naked and scarred stumps. He was completely helpless, just to summarize his condition.

Ed had been released from the hospital, just that day, and put under the care of the one and the only Colonel Mustang, but not before the nurse had put a very thick diaper on him. By thick, I mean very thick; it was clearly meant to hold a lot of waste, and the thickness of the absorbent material made it impossible for him to close his legs. Edward was, of course, humiliated by his new attire. It was wrapped high around his waist and there was nothing he could do to conceal it; the pajama bottoms that had been put on him clung around his middle and his legs, creating an obvious bulge around his ass and in between his thighs. It was noticeable, to anyone who looked, that he was diapered. As if his current embarrassment wasn’t enough, the nurse then proceeded to give Mustang instructions on how to change the diaper and take care of Ed.

“Check him every few hours to avoid any prolonged wetness,” said the nurse. “That way, there is less chance of a rash or infection.”

“Alright,” said Mustang.

“He has already begun to get a little rash,” the nurse added. “Just apply the oil when you change him, and keep a close eye on it.”

Edward discretely read Mustang’s expression, without staring; it was passive and unreadable. Clearly, the nurse’s instructions were not fazing him. Or he was just very good at hiding his distaste. Edward couldn’t imagine how grossed out Mustang probably felt at the idea of changing a dirty diaper, particularly his.

“Sounds easy enough,” said Mustang, picking up the large bag of diapers, oils, powder, wipes and ointments; it contained just about everything possible for maintaining… an ass. “Let’s get you home then, Edward.”

The nurse unfolded a wheel chair, and her and Mustang helped Edward sit in it. Ed cringed as he sat, feeling the snug diaper squish under him. He could also feel where he had the rash; it was right in between his butt cheeks. He also noticed that someone had shaved off all of his pubic hair- most likely while he was too delirious to notice-, making his balls feel incredibly weird to him; every movement felt magnified by ten.

The diaper was way too thick, in his opinion, and it was terribly uncomfortable. It felt too tight to him, even though the nurse had been careful to not make it so. It rode up his crack in various places and was uncomfortably snug around his genitals. It also puffed out on all sides when he sat down, showing clearly through the thin material of his pajama bottoms and making his butt appear quite huge. It pissed him off and embarrassed him to no end. He, personally, did not think he was going to need a diaper, and he did not understand why the nurse had been so insistent on making him wear it. He had tried to rip it off earlier, but the tabs were very much stuck and his hand was just too weak.

He was immensely grateful when Mustang unfolded a thick, fleece blanket and draped it over him. Edward weakly clutched the blanket close to him, glad that there was something to conceal his embarrassing new accessory. Unable to hold his head up any longer, he let it lull forward so it rested upon his chest.

~*~

It had been about two hours since he had gotten to the Colonel’s house. The ride there had been quiet and uneventful. Once they were at Mustang’s house, the man had carried him upstairs, and had tucked him into bed right away. Mustang sat by Ed’s bedside for a while, just stroking his hair and rewetting the cloth on the boy’s forehead every now and then. Under any other circumstance, Ed would have thrown a fit, but right now, he was simply too weak to do anything about the close contact. Besides, he had to admit that it was comforting.

Ever since he had gotten Al’s body back, he hadn’t been able to see his brother. He got a split-second glance after the transmutation was over, but that was about it. Once they were both in the hospital, they were both put in the ICU and Edward was unable to sneak a visit to Alphonse. Obviously, he couldn’t just walk over, seeing as he was lacking in the limb department. His body was also just too weak to move; he could hardly raise a finger, let alone get out of the bed. Along with that, he was mentally incapable of forcing himself up; the fever and pain from losing his automail had gotten so bad, at times, that he didn’t remember most of his short stay at the hospital. He vaguely remembered there being lots of doctors and nurses. He could recall being poked, prodded, and even bathed, but not much else. What he remembered the most was a feeling of loss without loving, human contact. He remembered wanting to hug his little brother, and wanting to feel the warmth of his skin rather than steel. He was ecstatic to have finally succeeded, but he desperately wanted to see Alphonse. Despite his somewhat pathetic pleas, the nurses simply said no; that he and Al both needed their rest.

He wanted his brother more than anything right now, but it seemed that this would have to suffice. Mustang continued to stroke his hair, which was pulled back into a taut ponytail. He held back the urge to purr as Mustang’s fingertips gently ran along his scalp, soothing away his tenseness and pain. His eyelids felt incredibly heavy and he fought desperately to keep them open, not wanting to fall asleep quite yet; he was enjoying the massage far too much to want to miss it by sleeping.

~*~

Mustang was glad to see Edward practically melt at his touch; honestly, the kid never learned to loosen up. Though, now that he had finally reached his goal and had gotten Al’s body back, then perhaps he could relax some. He could get new automail and, this time, take the full time of recovery. He needed it.

Edward lay, completely limp and weak, on his stomach, breathing softly through his rosy lips as Mustang moved his nimble fingers from Edward’s head, down his neck and to his back. Mustang was surprised at how docile Edward had been acting throughout the whole day; of course, who could blame him? He was incredibly ill, and he was probably just as weak as the night of the fateful transmutation of their mother. The poor thing could barely keep his eyes open, let alone lift his head.

Mustang ran his hand up and down Edward’s back, listening carefully as Edward breathed soft breaths of air. He really was cute right then, while under Mustang’s skilled fingers. If Mustang had known that a simple, gentle rubdown could turn Edward into a dopey puddle of kitten goo, he would have tried this sooner. He had held some… feelings for Edward ever since he noticed that… Edward had grown up. He was no longer that adorable, innocent little boy, who had been so impressed with him at the train station. Mustang fondly recalled that day; it was the first time he had seen the kid since he had met him in Risembool. Edward had been broken, almost hopeless. Mustang liked to think that he had saved Edward, but really, Edward had saved himself by his own determination. When he saw Edward on his first day in Central, he immediately thought the kid was endearing. Bratty but still lovable. Over the years, Mustang grew quite fond of the kid; he even dared to admit that perhaps he might’ve loved Edward.

Since he had met Edward, the boy had grown into something quite magnificent. He was strong, bold, and much wiser than he used to be. Despite growing up however, he had still managed to retain the youthfulness he had when he was twelve. Despite being eighteen, and being legally considered an adult, he was still far from it. His face still held the gentle, baby roundness of his youth and, as much as Edward hated to admit it, he was still just as petite as ever. Four feet and eleven inches, to be exact. Edward still had his occasional bouts of immaturity, which Mustang used to find infuriating. Now, however, he had grown to love those ‘Ed moments’ as he referred to them.

Mustang continued to gently rub Edward’s back, slowly ghosting his fingertips over his spine. His attention became drawn to Edward’s diaper-clad bottom. Even under the mounds of blankets, Mustang could clearly see that Edward’s bottom was disproportionately large compared to the rest of him. Mustang let his hand drift under the blankets and he felt the soft firmness of the absorbent padding that covered Ed’s rear. He lightly rubbed circles on the area right where Ed sat; the base of his bottom. Edward was either too weak or far-gone to notice Mustang rubbing his bottom, or he simply couldn’t feel the contact through the thick diaper. The latter was, most likely, the correct theory. Mustang proceeded to pull the blankets down to see the thick outline of Edward’s diaper through his thin, cotton pj’s. The diaper was incredibly thick, keeping Ed’s legs spread apart. Lying on his stomach, Ed looked like a little frog, especially since his bottoms were a light green.

“What’re you doin’?” Edward asked weakly, yet with a hint of indignation. He remained unable to move, his body too weak to allow him any muscle control.

“I’m just checking,” Mustang stoically answered. Very gently, he raised the back of Ed’s diaper so he could peer in, pushing the plump skin aside with his other hand. Past the pale, white cheeks, which were pristine, it appeared to be all clear. “Alright,” said Mustang, “let me check the front now.”

Mustang wrapped his hands around Edward’s belly, preparing to roll him onto his back, but as soon as he applied the slightest pressure…

~*~

Edward felt Mustang’s hand lift his diaper, while the other hand pressed on his cheeks to move them aside. Edward tried to reach back to hit the man, but then he remembered that he no longer had the automail. Damn. With growing embarrassment, he felt Mustang’s fingers press into his skin, spreading his butt apart.

Ed pressed the side of his head into the pillow. He hadn’t gone in the diaper, and he wasn’t going to either! He wasn’t completely helpless. When he had to go, he would tell Mustang. He was not going to go in the stupid diaper.

“Alright, let me check the front now,” he heard Mustang say. Edward sighed when Mustang gently replaced the diaper and moved his hands around Ed’s belly to roll him over.

Mustang had only squeezed a tiny bit with his hands, and the first thing Edward noticed was pressure. Lots of pressure followed by a rather loud squeaking sound, which started out high-pitched and slowly became lower.

Did he just—?

His question was answered when he suddenly felt a squishy warmth between his butt cheeks. He stiffened in horror. “Nooo…” he groaned, pitifully, as the warmth continued to bubble and grow rather noisily, punctuated by loud farts and becoming hotter as it swelled. He felt his face and ears heat up, and his entire body began to tremble in mortification. He tried to stop the flow by clenching his cheeks together, but it only made the problem worse as the farts became more frequent and the shit spread itself over his cheeks.

He squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face into the pillow, while Mustang drew his hands from around his belly and began to soothingly rub his back. Edward felt the diaper expand and simmer from the load. He could feel the mushy excrement shift and bubble as he continued to helplessly fart and poop into the diaper. It also didn’t help that he was lying prone; he felt his shit run and spread itself until it eventually covered his perineum and his genitals.

As if his current embarrassment wasn’t enough for him, he felt his bladder give and warm urine began to spill out from him as well. The warm pee coated his penis and underbelly, eventually being sucked up by the absorbent diaper.

Tears of humiliation gathered in his eyes. The embarrassment of it all made him want to cry. He was peeing, pooping, and farting… in a diaper… in front of Colonel Mustang. The bastard was probably laughing at him right now. How was he ever going to look the man in the face ever again? Eventually, the tears did spill over his eyes.

~*~

Mustang was shocked, to say the least, as Edward suddenly began to fill his diaper, after Mustang had only barely even pressed on his sides. He had expected for Edward to eventually have an accident, but not like this. Certainly not in front of him! He felt pity well up in him when Edward’s whole body stiffened and began to tremble and Edward whined a muffled ‘no’ into his pillow, his ears turning a dark shade of pink. Mustang slowly withdrew his hands from around Edward’s waist to rub the boy’s back, trying his best to comfort him. The little body, under him, remained stiff and shaking. Mustang could see the diaper, through Ed’s pants, expand, undulate, and bubble out as Edward continued to helplessly fill it.

Mustang lightly placed his hand over the seat of Edward’s pants, waiting for him to finish, and feeling the rippling sensation through the thick diaper, which was growing hotter and hotter. Its contents shifted and boiled under his palm, as Edward farted and pooped uncontrollably. Mustang felt his heart clench when he heard Edward sniffle quietly. Of course Edward would be humiliated by this unfortunate accident. Mustang returned his hands to the sides of Edward’s belly and rubbed him there, coaxing him to get everything out.

“It’s okay, Ed. Just let it all out,” he said, listening to the sad sounds of Edward crying into his pillow. They remained like that for a while, as Edward’s body continued to empty itself, quite noisily. Mustang had to admit; he was rather impressed by the diaper’s ability to hold so much. Edward’s bowels had been emptying themselves for quite a while and the garment still held strong, without leaking anywhere. At least, nowhere that he knew of.

Eventually, the flatulent sounds of Ed filling the diaper began to subside and the storm began to clear, leaving behind only the sounds of Ed sniffling with his face buried into the pillow. Mustang rubbed his back for a while longer, trying to calm the boy down. He felt terrible and almost helpless to comfort him; he couldn’t imagine the humiliation of being this dependent and vulnerable. Mustang moved his hand up to Edward’s blond head, stroking his downy soft hair and coaxing him to turn his face up a bit. He got the boy’s head to turn enough for him to see Ed’s right eye, which was shut tight, wet, and red from tears. The whole side of Edward’s face was pink and tear-streaked, and Mustang felt his heart sink again. He leaned down and placed a firm yet gentle kiss on Edward’s temple, wiping away the tears with his thumb.

“Shhh… Edward, it’s alright,” he soothed, kissing Edward’s head again. “You are very, very ill. I understand,” Mustang added. The boy turned his head back into the pillow, whimpering a little and breathing heavily, obviously holding back a new onslaught of tears.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” said Mustang. He began to work Ed’s pajama bottoms off over the now very enlarged diaper. It wasn’t without difficulty either; the diaper had swelled so much, that Mustang had to be more careful about the hem of Ed’s bottoms, so as not to squish the diaper and cause a leak.

Eventually, he managed to get the pants off, revealing the large white diaper. There was a nice bulge right in the middle of Edward’s butt and between his legs, where most of the poop had accumulated. Edward’s legs looked incredibly scrawny, sticking out of the bulky diaper’s small leg holes. The diaper was thick enough, even without all of that poop in it, that it would be impossible for Edward to close his legs. Mustang couldn’t imagine how uncomfortable it was, and now that the diaper was filled, it must have been excruciating for Edward.

Mustang then pulled the large supply bag from beside the bed and toward him, taking out a large, absorbent pad to protect the bed sheets while he changed Edward. He spread it out on the bed next to Edward, keeping it close to the edge for easier reach.

Very carefully, again trying to not squish the soiled diaper, Mustang rolled Edward onto his back so he was lying on the pad. Edward feebly grabbed his pillow with his left hand and hugged it so it covered his face from view. He lay bull-legged on the pad, his thighs spread from the thickness of the garment itself, and from the mass of poop that had collected within the diaper and between his butt cheeks. Mustang reached up and rubbed Ed’s belly in an attempt to calm him down. Eventually, Ed’s breathing slowed down, and Mustang was able to get to work.

~*~

“Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Edward cringed as Mustang said those words. He hadn’t actually considered that Mustang would change his diaper! He remembered the nurse giving him instructions, but Edward had been so adamant on not having an accident, that he hadn’t worried much about that prospect. Now however, he was very worried.

He felt his bottoms get tugged off. It took a while, for there was a lot of resistance from the elastic around his waist. The pants were simply were not meant to stretch that far, and as Mustang pulled them off, he could feel the contents of the soiled diaper squish against his skin and move in between his butt cheeks. He was, no doubt, a huge mess underneath.

When the bottoms were finally off, the room’s cold temperature made little goose bumps form all over his thighs. He heard Mustang begin to fumble with something that sounded plastic before gently rolling him onto it. Edward quickly discovered that he had been laid on a pad. He felt his load of shit squish and travel up his crack, nearly touching his lower back. Ed raised a tired arm and weakly pulled the pillow over his face. He felt like a total fool, lying open-legged in front of Mustang. He couldn’t bear to watch the man’s face while he changed his diaper.

Then a warm hand came to rest on his belly before beginning a slow rub. Ed’s breath hitched, at first, surprised by this action. Eventually, though, he began to succumb to the relaxing feel of Mustang rubbing his stomach. Soon, he managed to gain control of his erratic breathing and he calmed down a great deal.

Then Mustang’s hands moved downward and Ed felt the tabs of the diaper being pulled open.

~*~

Mustang pried the tabs open and lifted the front flap out of the way, so he could see the damage. It was a mess, indeed. There was shit caked all over Ed’s white ass, in his butt crack, and coating his balls and penis; it smelled pretty bad too. Luckily, Mustang was not the squeamish type; he had seen plenty of violence in Ishbal. The mess in Ed’s diaper wasn’t a far step behind, but Mustang could handle it.

He lifted Ed’s right leg and used the frontal flap of the diaper to wipe down Edward’s skin, starting with his balls and then moving downward. Mustang was able to scrape off the larger bits of stool from Ed’s privates and bottom. He rolled up the dirty thing and taped it closed before putting it aside.

Edward’s body was trembling again, at this point. Whether it was from the cold or from sheer humiliation, Mustang was unsure. He took out a box of wipes and pulled one out. He rubbed Ed’s right thigh to calm him down before starting to clean his penis, being careful not to wipe too hard. Almost immediately after the cold cloth made contact, Edward’s balls shrunk a bit, seeking the warmth within his body. Mustang ignored the reaction as he continued to run the cold wipe over Edward’s genitals and groin- which the nurse had shaved bare to make cleaning easier-, effectively clearing the areas of all traces of fecal matter.

It was the first time Mustang had ever seen Edward’s penis, and he had to admit that it was a cute little one. Edward hadn’t grown into his balls yet; they were quite large and they surpassed the length of his penis, which was, like Edward, very short. It was no longer, if at all, than Mustang’s pinky finger. The shaft, itself, was thick, spongy, and crooked, curving to the right before ending at a plump, pink little head.

Mustang wiped the last of the mess away from Edward’s genitals, and once that first wipe was completely soiled, he grabbed a second wipe. He lifted Edward’s right leg again and slowly wiped his cheeks clean. It would’ve been considerably easier if Edward’s automail leg was intact- then Mustang could just hold him up by the ankles-, but there was only the sad, little stump left.

“Try to keep your legs up,” said Mustang, pushing both of Ed’s thighs up so they rested on Ed’s chest, making his lower back come up off the pad enough for Mustang to see the entire crack. The position looked slightly uncomfortable but Ed was flexible enough and it provided Mustang with the best access to Edward’s bum so he could clean it more thoroughly. He ended up have to use two wipes for both cheeks because, despite how tiny Ed was, he had a rather filled-out bottom, and there was a lot of skin to clean. Eventually, both cheeks were cleaned and Mustang could see all the plump flesh and milky whiteness that they really were.

Mustang disposed of those wipes before grabbing another one to clean Ed’s crack. He heard Ed’s breath hitch when he started at the top of the crack near Ed’s balls. Mustang wished he could see Ed’s face but it was still hidden under the pillow, which Ed had a death grip on. Mustang slowly worked his cloth-covered fingers down, scraping the excrement off as he went. Ed clenched his butt several times, causing Mustang’s fingers to become embedded between the two cheeks for most of the ride. Mustang didn’t mind though; he rather enjoyed watching Ed’s body react to his touch, and the warmth that the crevice of Ed’s bottom provided. Once Mustang had gotten the last of the poop out from Ed’s crack, he guided Ed’s legs into a lowered position and covered him with the blanket.

“Don’t move, alright?” Mustang said, rubbing Ed’s tummy again. “I’ll be right back.”

Mustang disposed of the dirty diaper along with all the soiled wipes before retreating to the kitchen. There, he filled a bowl with bath-warm water and grabbed two washcloths, before heading back to the bedroom. Ed was still the same as when he had left: shaking, with a pillow over his face and a mere blanket over his privates.

Mustang set the bowl down on the nightstand and dipped one of the washcloths into the warm water. He stripped the blanket off of Edward again, exposing his naked bottom half once more.

“This is going to be a bit warm,” informed Mustang. Edward made no response; he just laid there, legs open, trembling, and waiting. Edward took a shuddering breath as soon as Mustang applied the warm washcloth to his balls, gently rubbing and warming them. Mustang carefully lifted them up, with the bare fingers of his left hand, to warm the underside as well. Edward’s balls felt different from what Mustang had previously imagined. They were slightly fuzzy from where he had been shaved. Instead of being stiff and firm, they were soft and malleable. The skin moved and wrinkled under Mustang’s fingers and soon, Mustang found himself beginning to enjoy it.

He rewet the cloth and moved on to Edward’s other parts. He ran the warm cloth over Ed’s groin, prying the skin folds open and cleaning in there as well. After rewetting the washcloth again, Mustang moved onto Ed’s butt crack. Mustang positioned Ed’s thighs on his chest again before placing the cloth at the top of his crack, near his balls, and moving down the length of the crevice. Mustang noticed that, like the nurse had said, there was a rash beginning to form between his butt cheeks. Mustang put the wet cloth into the bowl, grabbing the other one to pat Edward dry. Once that was done, he used his thumbs to pull the two cheeks apart and see the rash. The wrinkled flesh was a pinkish-red and looked inflamed.

“I’m going to put something on that rash,” said Mustang. He saw Edward give a brief, stiff nod from under the pillow.

Mustang pulled out the oil and covered his fingers in it before prying Ed’s butt open again. With an oil-slicked index finger, Mustang reached in and lightly ran it along the skin. He watched as the dry skin immediately sucked up the moisture from the oil, making it so he had to apply more. He ran his fingers over the entire length of Ed’s butt crack, even going over his hole. Edward’s hole was incredibly small and tight looking, which was impressive to Mustang, especially after having just been a witness to what it was capable of doing. Mustang felt his cock begin to harden, as he imagined what Ed felt like on the inside, just beyond that ring of muscle.

He brought his index finger up to the skin just above Ed’s hole, and gave a slight push. It responded by puckering out before retreating back. Mustang pressed the skin again, with the same reaction as before. The muscles around Edward’s hole puckered out like moist, pink little lips, longing for a kiss. Unable to hold back any longer, Mustang put the tip of his index finger over the hole and swirled it around the edge. Edward gasped and arched forward, and Mustang looked up just in time to see Ed’s cock twitch a little bit, while its pink head swelled ever so slightly. He waited for Edward to say something; anything to indicate that he did not want this. But nothing came and Edward only lay there; the pillow over his face and cock beginning to harden. There was also a pink blush forming all over Edward’s belly, and Mustang imagined that his face was a beat red by now. Mustang thought it was just about the most adorable thing he had ever seen.

Mustang looked back down at the tiny opening, which was now puckering in and out uncontrollably, like a small fish out of water. Mustang brought his still-oiled finger back up to it, receiving a kiss from it as it puckered out again. He swirled his finger around it once more, before rubbing it slightly harder and then plunging his finger past the first ring of muscle. Edward arched his back again and gasped in response. Ed’s short cock now stood at full attention, its plump head turning a darker shade of pink. Mustang felt his own pants becoming tighter around his groin as he became more and more erect as well.

All Mustang’s carnal instincts wanted for him to do was just fuck Ed raw right there, on the spot. Mustang refrained though; it would not be fair to do that to Ed right now. The boy was incredibly sick, and Mustang knew enough about anal sex to know better than to try it with Ed right now; having a dick up one’s ass tended to work much like a plunger, and Mustang did not want to risk a bigger mess. That would just make Edward even more embarrassed than he already was. He had to think of something else.

He bent down low and kissed the tip of Ed’s penis, lightly flicking his tongue over the slit.

~*~

Edward had expected Mustang to be totally grossed out by him. He had expected the whole diaper changing process to be horrible, but it was actually… not that bad. It was probably the most humiliating thing he had ever endured but, in the end, he was glad it had been Mustang who took care of him. The man had been gentle and understanding throughout the whole thing, and he actually made it feel… kind of good.

Now though… he wasn’t sure what to think. He almost lost all control when Mustang began to run his oiled-up finger along his crack. It tickled horribly and he couldn’t control his gluteal muscles, which kept clenching and catching Mustang’s finger. It was so embarrassing, having Mustang’s finger in his crack like that! He didn’t want to imagine what Mustang must’ve thought. It only got worse when he felt the tip of Mustang’s finger tease his hole and poke the skin right above it. He gasped. What? He didn’t know how to feel, but his body sure did. He felt his blood run and collect in his groin, before he felt his cock twitch. Oh no… he thought. He couldn’t get hard now! Not in front of Mustang! As if this whole day hadn’t been bad enough, he didn’t need to be getting hard just from getting a diaper change.

Edward felt a throbbing, pulsating sensation in his anus, and he could hear the blood running at full speed through his ears. It was almost dreamlike. Suddenly, he felt Mustang’s finger poke his hole again before actually entering him. He gasped and arched his back, his cock now springing to life. Edward couldn’t believe what he was feeling. This whole time, he had been so mortified and afraid of what Mustang thought of him. But now he could clearly feel Mustang’s fingers touching him in a way that only a lover could touch.

Suddenly, there was warmth over the tip of his cock, and something hot and wet flicked over the tip. Edward gasped again. Mustang had him? ...In his mouth? He had only imagined what it would feel like to get sucked off but, now that it was happening, he was stunned into pure bliss.

~*~

Mustang wrapped his mouth around Ed’s dick, feeling it throb between his lips. He sucked lightly, at first, whirling his tongue around the tip and tasting the precum that had gathered there. He brought his hand to the front of his pants and undid the zipper, releasing his own cock and beginning a slow stroke. He listened to the strangled sounds of Edward gasping for air; he still had his head hidden under the pillow.

Mustang quickened his pace and sucked harder. Edward’s hips began to buck weakly, his body still too feeble to show all the enthusiasm that he felt. Mustang felt himself nearing a climax and he could tell that Ed was close too. Seconds later, he felt Ed’s cock pulse and stiffen before he came into Roy’s mouth. Roy came a few seconds later, grunting loudly with his lips still locked around Ed’s now softening dick. He lapped up the cum from Ed’s softened member, cleaning it of the sticky fluid. Once he had deemed it clean enough, he grabbed a tissue to clean himself and wipe his hand.

Roy looked up. Edward still had that pillow over his head, though his death grip had loosened. The boy’s entire body was trembling, and his breathing was short and erratic. Mustang felt his insides twist uncomfortably. Did he do the wrong thing? Was that not what Edward wanted? Edward was probably too mortified to tell him to stop; the boy hadn’t spoken since he had the accident.

Concerned, Mustang reached up and lightly touched Ed’s wrist, gently pulling it away from the pillow.

“Ed?” he asked, pulling the pillow down just enough to see Ed’s face. As Mustang had predicted, Ed’s face was flushed and his cheeks were a bright red. His eyes held a glazed-over look that told Mustang he had enjoyed what just took place. “Are you okay?” Mustang asked, just for good measure.

“I’m cold,” Edward simply replied. Mustang smiled.

“I’ll fix that,” said Mustang, pulling out thick diaper from the bag. Edward groaned and turned his head away, blushing even more.

“Oh, it’s only temporary, Ed,” Mustang said, unable to hold back a chuckle. “Besides, I don’t mind.”

This earned him a perplexed look from the teen. Mustang ignored it and proceeded to powder Ed’s bum and put the new, clean diaper on him, making sure it fit snuggly around his waist before taping it closed.

Roy shimmied the pj bottoms up Ed’s legs, working them over his freshly diaper-clad rump. Once that was done, he pulled the covers up, tucking them around Ed’s body and replacing the pillow under his head. He stroked Edward’s hair before leaning down and placing a chaste kiss on Edward’s lips. He drew back so he could meet Edward’s gaze. He still wasn’t sure how Ed felt about the whole thing, and he was still worried that maybe he had gone too far. Despite all of that, he still wanted to kiss those full lips and smell that honey-sweet hair.

Suddenly, Edward reached his left hand out from under the covers and grabbed Roy by the collar, pulling him down and crashing his lips onto his own. This was what Roy wanted, but most importantly, it was what Edward wanted.

~*~

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