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New Year's Resolutions	By : Saranwyn Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male > Roy/Ed Views: 1478 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Edward sat in Mustang’s office, writing his report. He’d gotten lectured by Alphonse the entire way back to Central City, and yet he hadn’t really heard a word of it. His head was swirling as he fumbled through his memories, deciding what to put in his report. And now he was back with Mustang. He thought the time off would clear the matter – and it had – but it hadn’t made things any easier. He let out a frustrated huff and forced another sentence out. He could feel the colonel watching him, and he wondered what was going through the other man’s head. What were the chances of that happening anyways – meeting Mustang’s brother? I didn’t even know he had a brother.
“Well, Sir, I’m off for the night,” Hawkeye announced standing. The second she walked out that door, he would be alone with Mustang. Edward wanted to beg her to stay, but instead he just gritted his teeth and stayed silent. She strode across the room, paused in the doorway to glance back at the two of them, and then left. Looks like I’ve really lost to Edward Elric, she thought for the millionth time. She’d realized the morning after her night with Mustang, that it was never happening again, even if she wanted it. It wasn’t the fact that Mustang had gotten out of bed before her that tipped her off but rather the way he was back to being formal, before she even got her clothes back on. He was ready for them to be officer and subordinate, again. The barest trappings of hope for them that she’d kept locked within her had collapsed, and she gave up. Of course, she still wasn’t sure how she felt about her commanding officer being in love with a boy – an under-aged boy who was also his subordinate, at that – but in the end, it wasn’t her place to judge or speak her mind about it. With a heavy sigh, she headed home.
“Are you going to finish anytime soon?” Mustang asked a full five minutes after the door had swung shut behind his lieutenant.
“Um…y-yeah,” Edward stumbled over his reply. “I just don’t know…what all to say. You know I’m not good at these to start with.”
“No arguments there.”
“Hey!”
“I was agreeing with you. You brought it up.” He sighed. “Well, keep it simple, and put as little self-incriminating information as possible. Oh, and you can leave out the fact that you were screwing with my brother.”
“I wasn’t!” Edward blushed bright red. Mustang regretted the words the moment they came out of his mouth. He didn’t even know why he said them. They’d just slipped out before he could stop himself, and now there was this awkward silence between them, again. Am I jealous? He thought. It’s not like I ever planned on making a move on him, so I shouldn’t be, right? But still…to think they’ve already given each other head and…and everything short of actual penetration! I never thought Liam would ever make faster progress with a target…he sighed and shook his head. Edward isn’t just some target. Dammit, I know he feels the same – Liam wouldn’t lie about something like that – but what do I do about it? There’s our jobs, the age gap, the fact that he’s a minor…even if I can get past the fact that he’s a boy. And what happens if I do make a move and then can’t stand sex with another man? How could I face him after that? Especially knowing that he’s at least bisexual, and he’s in love with me…Would he hate me? Would I be disgusted? Ah, maybe I should’ve taken this month off to try it with a guy? No…no that’s just stupid!
“Colonel, stop staring at me, it’s unnerving,” Edward’s voice cut through his thoughts and he blinked, realizing for the first time that he’d been staring at the boy.
“Oh.” He looked away. “Sorry. I didn’t even realize. I was…thinking.” The teen was already staring back down at his papers.
“Um, did you ever right things…with you brother? Because that…”
“We did. Thank you. Not that it’s any of your business.”
“Well, excuse me for trying to help!” Mustang knew why the Fullmetal Alchemist was getting defensive. He was feeling insecure and nervous. He was trying to make things normal, again. Mustang desperately wanted the same.
“When I want your help, Fullmetal, I’ll ask for it,” he replied, trying to sound cold. “Now finish your report, runt, so we can get-”
“Who are you calling so short he’s not even as big as a flea?!” the blonde cut him off, outraged. The colonel smirked at getting the reaction he’d been looking for.
“I don’t see anyone else in this room, shrimp.”
“Shrimp?! You just try calling me that to my face, Colonel Bastard!”
“Do you want to stand on my desk or should I kneel, pipsqueak? You just set yourself up for that one.” A wide smirk stretched over the Colonel’s face as the boy ran up to his desk, fuming. However, just as he started to yell a retort, the older man cut him off. “You’re supposed to be writing your report, Fullmetal.”
“Why don’t you write it, Jerkface?!”
“Because it was your mission, not mine, moron.”
“Yeah, well maybe I should’ve really deserted! At least they treated me better, there!” Before he knew what he was doing, the raven-haired man was on the other side of his desk and grabbing the front of Edward’s shirt and to pull him close, all humor in his voice completely gone in an instant.
“Never even joke about that!” he snarled. The younger boy froze, his eyes wide at the sudden proximity.
“Wh-who said I was joking?” he managed to croak out. Mustang felt a pang of hurt stab through his chest.
“Is that really what you mean, Fullmetal? Because I think if you really wanted to betray us – betray me – you’d have already done it. Besides, I’m the one you like, right?” Edward’s eyes widened even further, if possible, and he shrank back.
“W-what? What makes you…think that?” What’s happening to me? All my self-control is slipping away. If I don’t stop this right now…
“Aren’t I the one?” When the teen didn’t reply right away, Mustang started to get nervous. What if Liam was wrong? On an impulse, he pushed their mouths roughly together, pulling the teen closer by his shirt. At first, Edward was completely frozen in shock. He’s kissing me. He’s not drunk. What do I do? He panicked inwardly. But his body was responding. He felt like he was in a dream, watching from the outside as his mouth returned the kiss of its own volition, his hands coming up to clutch onto Mustang’s lapels. He couldn’t close his eyes, they were still locked with the colonel’s steely gaze, completely trapped. Unlike his previous kisses with Liam, this one was hard, almost bruising. It reminded him of his first two kisses with Mustang. Powerful, needy, demanding. He found himself going weak at the knees. This isn’t like kissing Liam, he thought dimly. There were, of course, some physical similarities, but they paled in comparison to the contrasting features.
The colonel’s tongue forced its way into his mouth, causing him to gasp. One of Mustang’s hands let go of his shirt and curled into his hair, tugging on his head to tilt it in order to better accommodate the kiss. At last, they parted, both panting slightly, eyes still locked. Edward swallowed hard. Is that an invitation? Should I take it? What about his job? His mission? If he gets into something with me and then gets caught…
“If you start something with me and then get caught-!”
“Then the obvious answer is not to get caught, because not getting into something with you is impossible, knowing you feel the same way,” the older man cut him off.
“You say that like it’s simple.”
“It is. You want me, I reciprocate – ignoring it up until this point has failed miserably. That leaves us with two options. One, you get moved somewhere else and never set foot in Central City again – not possible, if you want to learn how to get Alphonse’s body back. Or two, we give in and do our best not to get caught.”
“I want that, but…”
“But you’re insecure, because you’re used to being the impulsive one, but for once you’re being forced into being the voice of reason.”
“S-something like that.” Mustang nodded slowly, releasing Edward and taking a step back. “Mustang?”
“Leave for tonight. Come back tomorrow evening after work – we’ll talk then, and I’ll be rational. Okay?”
“O-okay.”
“But I’m not mistaken?” Edward didn’t reply, but his blush was answer enough. Mustang smiled a little as the boy ran off, slamming the door behind him, leaving the half-finished report on the desk.
24 hours later:
Mustang was sitting on the couch, sipping a glass of scotch to calm his nerves. He could really use a smoke, but technically smoking wasn’t allowed inside the building. Maybe I should’ve had him come to my house, the colonel thought. No, if we were at home, there’s no promising I could control myself. The door cracked open and when Edward saw the room was empty save for the older man, it opened the rest of the way and the teen walked in. He shut the door behind him and stood there awkwardly.
“Have a seat,” the colonel invited, patting the couch beside him. The blonde crossed the room and sat down as far away from Mustang as possible. “I won’t bite.”
“S-sorry.” He inched closer.
“So, this is where we decide how to proceed. If you don’t want this-”
“I do.” Edward’s boldness caught him off-guard. Then again, wasn’t that the boy’s trademark characteristic?
“Are you sure? I’m only a year short of being twice your age. I’m practically old enough to be your father.”
“As if I’d care about something like that!”
“And we couldn’t be public. Ever.”
“Like I’d want to be! That’s just embarrassing!” True, I don’t really see Edward as the PDA type of guy…
“But we’d have to be very careful. Our meetings would have to be very confidential. And work may keep us apart for weeks or even months at a time.”
“I know that, but isn’t once in a while better than never?”
“I agree.” Mustang forced himself to bury the urge to jump Edward’s bones right then and there. He had to be the sensible, mature one.
“Can I have a sip of your drink? For my nerves?” the Fullmetal Alchemist asked suddenly, his tongue flitting out over his lips nervously.
“You’re under aged,” the colonel deadpanned.
“But I…it’s not like I haven’t tried it already.”
“Liam let you-?”
“It’s not like I got smashed or anything!” Mustang shook his head. He didn’t want to talk about this.
“No. No under aged drinking. And I’m going to pretend that you haven’t already had alcohol, okay?”
“It’s not like your my father…”
“I’m not trying to be like a father, Edward. This is me caring about you – and the law.”
“Anyways, so…”
“So if you want to proceed, I suggest we finish up your report and meet somewhere else a little more private.”
“Okay.” The colonel stood up and got Edward’s report from his desk. The boy took it and started on it. “You know, I thought about what I was going to say all day today.”
“You don’t need to be nervous with me. You’ve got no one to impress.”
“W-whatever.”
“Because you already impress me. And you should know I put more weight on action then words.” The teen flushed bright red and Mustang realized what he’d said had just been horrible misinterpreted. “Wh-what I mean is that you already impress me, Fullmetal. You don’t need to do anything more to earn my respect. You did that a long time ago.” The boy didn’t reply in favor of scribbling furiously at his report. “So I’m going to go home, and you’re going to go to your place.”
“What? But-!”
“And then, forty-five minutes later, you’re going to sneak out and come to my apartment building. You’re going to go around to the back wall, climb up to the third row of windows, and mine balcony is the one on the far right corner, if you’re facing the wall. I’ll let you in. Okay?”
“O-okay.”
“Make sure you’re not seen or followed.”
“I will.” The colonel took a deep breath, watching as Edward continued to work. Steeling himself, he asked the question he’d been meaning to ask ever since his last meeting with Liam.
“Edward?” The boy blinked at the use of his first name. “Did anything happen…on New Year’s Day? I mean, you started acting strangely after that, and it made me act strange, so…”
“You kissed me. But you were drunk, so I thought…I thought for sure you didn’t want to, whether you actually felt what you confessed to feeling or not. Besides, I-I wasn’t sure how I felt, at that point, and I was all confused because you’d been teasing me before. I thought it would be better if you never found out.” Oh yes, Mustang thought. He kept staring at me when I was in that suit. It was just a joke, but I wonder…
“Ah. Sorry…for confusing you. I probably wouldn’t have done anything if I wasn’t drunk…so I guess I’m not that sorry.” He chuckled weakly. “You done?”
“Yeah, just about…done.” The blonde set down his pen, and the older man took the report and glanced through it.
“I’ll read through it and file it tomorrow. Let’s go.” They left and each went their separate ways. Edward hurried to the hotel room he shared with his brother and came in.
“I’m back!” he called. Alphonse was sitting on the bed, waiting for him. The suit of armor stood as he came in.
“Welcome back, brother. What took you so long?”
“Ah, you know how the Colonel is about reports. He made me rewrite the whole thing!” the older brother invented.
“If you just did it right the first time, you wouldn’t have to do it over again, you know,” the younger chided. Edward agreed as he went to the bathroom.
“I’m going to shower.” He shut the door and quickly stripped. Are we going to actually do it tonight? He wondered. Will it be anything like my dreams? He wondered. I mean, what will it feel like to have something up there? He squirmed. In my dreams it feels good, but that doesn’t mean anything. He shook his head. There’s no saying we’ll even get that far tonight, right? I don’t even really know what I want! He ran his fingers through his hair, groaning as the scalding water pummeled his shoulders. Calm down. You don’t have to have a plan. Everything will work out, in the end. In his head, he could imagine Roy doing the same thing he was. Maybe he was even feeling just as nervous? Nah, probably not. He’s had plenty of experience. He squeezed some shampoo into his hand and began to lather it into his hair. Maybe I’ll even condition my hair – not that it will really make a difference. Man, maybe I should’ve bought my own soap so I wouldn’t have to use this hotel stuff…he scoffed again. It’s not important. Still, he wanted to make a good impression. He wanted things to be perfect.
After his shower, he dried off – taking extra care to get his automail fully dried – and dressed into his usual outfit. He’d considered wearing something different, but after a month of being in disguise, he felt like he wanted his first night with Mustang to be as authentic as possible. After dressing, he dragged a brush through his hair, scowling that it was still a little wet, and braided it deftly.
“Are you going somewhere?” Alphonse asked as he threw on his jacket. “Shouldn’t you be in your pajamas by now?”
“Um, actually…I’ve got something I have to do. I may not be back until tomorrow, okay?” Edward replied.
“Don’t be late. I worry, you know.”
“Thanks. I won’t.” Then, the teen slipped away. He strode down the street quickly, his eyes constantly scanning, searching for any sign of anyone following or watching him, but the street was relatively deserted, and he didn’t see anything suspicious. When he got to Mustang’s apartment building, he went around to the back and started to scale the wall to the balcony the colonel had said was his. When he got onto it, he found the sliding door open. “Colonel?” he called hesitantly.
“Come on in!” his commanding officer’s voice replied from within the apartment. “Shut the door behind you, would you?”
“Sure.” Edward replied, letting out a small sigh of relief. This was looking to be casual. Shutting the sliding door, he went inside, finding his way to the kitchen. He froze, his eyes wide. Mustang was standing by the dining table, which was set for two, dressed in that same outfit from the New Year’s Party.
“Welcome,” the colonel purred. Edward’s mouth went dry. “I thought you might be hungry – though to be honest it’s just takeout I put into real dishes.” The older man offered him a charming smile, and the teen’s legs almost turned to jelly. To hide his weakness, he sat down at the chair pulled out for him. “You’re staring.”
“Sorry!”
“Feel free. I did all this special for you, after all.” Mustang sat down across from him. “Hungry?” Edward’s stomach chose that moment to reply an emphatic yes.
“Um…sorry.”
“Don’t be. It would be a shame if I bought this food for nothing,” the black-haired man chuckled as he served them both. Amestris’s youngest State Alchemist couldn’t tear his eyes away from the man across from him as he ate. He just looked so…dashing. And flashes of all those dreams kept rising before his eyes. Before he knew it, the meal was done and Mustang was standing. “Leave the dishes for now.”
“Okay.” The boy now followed his older lover-to-be to the couch and sat down nervously.
“Relax. There’s no pressure, you know,” the colonel assured him. Edward made a weird noise in the back of his throat. He’s got it wrong. It’s not that I feel pressure to do something, it’s more like I want something to happen and I don’t know what to do to make it happen! “May I kiss you?” Edward nodded, trying not to seem too enthusiastic. Mustang leaned over and placed a soft kiss on his lips. And that’s what caused the teen to snap. Suddenly, the Colonel found himself being shoved back into the couch as Edward swung around to straddle his lap, kissing him deeply, sucking his tongue into his mouth. After a moment of frozen shock, Mustang began to return the kiss eagerly, his tongue mapping out every surface of the younger’s hot, wet cavern. Edward bit the colonel’s lower lip, pressing his body flush against Mustang’s.
“Don’t make me wait,” he whispered. He shivered violently as the other man’s large, warm hands pushed away his coat to bare his arms then hastily slid up under his shirt and removed it as well. The callouses on his fingertips sent tingles through his whole body as they explored the scarred union or steel and flesh. He gasped and arched as a hot, wet mouth followed where the hands had started. His hands came up to thread into Mustang’s hair, curling there loosely to keep him grounded. A shameful little whimper rose from his throat as the man’s teeth began to toy with a single, pert nipple. It turned into a full-out moan when the colonel began to suck on it and lave it with his tongue, all the while smirking mischievously.
Edward untangled one of his hands to loosen Mustang’s tie, but he didn’t take it off, choosing instead to pop open the first three buttons of his dress shirt. God, formalwear look so hot on him, he thought weakly even as the older man scooped him up and carried him to the bed, crawling on top of him.
“You know,” Mustang admitted as he sprinkled kisses all up and down the younger’s neck. “I was determined not to push you any faster than you want to go in this relationship. I didn’t even dare hope that we’d get this far.” He nibbled lightly on Edward’s ear. “And I think it was really hot when you pushed me back and kissed me like that. I love your dominant streak.” Edward pulled him into another kiss.
“Pillow talk can wait,” he hissed. Mustang grinned and slid his hand down between his lover’s legs.
“Mmm, I see a certain part of you isn’t as small as it used to be,” he snickered, squeezing the bulge in the front of Edward’s pants.
“I-I’m not…small!” the teen panted out obstinately. In an instant, Mustang had the boy’s pants undone and cast across the room – he’d worry about where they ended up later. The boxers were quick to follow and the colonel’s smirk grew. He flashed Edward a sultry glance and then glanced back down at his erection.
“Cute,” he commented.
“Hey, I-AGH!” Any protest Edward was trying to say was completely obliterated when the colonel bent down and engulfed the boy’s manhood entirely in his mouth and throat, sucking powerfully. “Mustang! Ah! Roy!” A shiver of delight ran down the older man’s spine as his younger lover called him by his first name. He sucked harder, bobbing his head up and down. Each time he came up, he pushed his tongue into the slit at the head and each time he went down, he trailed his tongue down the underside. Edward’s hands were fisted in his hair, almost painfully tight, but he didn’t mind in the least. “Roy! I-I’m gonna…ah! I…ROY!” Hot seed filled Mustang’s mouth and it was all he could do not to choke. Reaching over to his nightstand, he got a tissue and spit out the salty, bitter liquid in his mouth. “Sorry, I-!”
“No. It’s fine.” Now his smile faded a tiny bit. “Um, I’ve…I’ve never done it with a guy, but I think I’m supposed to stretch you a little first. Otherwise, I don’t see how it’s going to fit…” Honestly, Roy wasn’t sure if it would fit, either way. “And I think we’re supposed to use some sort of lubricant.” The blonde blushed heavily, his cheeks flaring bright red. “Wait here a moment.” The colonel got up and went to go find something he could use to make things easier. He’d gone through the effort, last night and earlier that day, to do a little research, just in case, but he hadn’t prepared thoroughly because he didn’t anticipate getting this far this fast. Not that he was complaining. Why don’t I have a single bottle of lotion in this place? He mused as he dug around in his bathroom. He didn’t like the idea of shoving soap up someone’s backside, so if possible, he wanted to find something else. What about cooking oil? He went to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of olive oil from the pantry. I’ll have to go buy something for next time…if there is a next time. He could hate it. Or I could, though I’m not having a problem getting turned-on, he thought, noting the uncomfortable tightness of his pants.
When he came back, he found Edward waiting for him, sitting up on bed. Mustang smiled and set the bottle of oil on the nightstand, kissing the boy reassuringly. The teen responded eagerly, wrapping his arms around Mustang’s neck.
“Don’t be so nervous. It’s going to be fine,” he whispered. “I have it on good authority that you’re an expert in the sex department.”
“A-and who’s authority would that be?”
“Half the women of Central City, of course.” Even as Edward said it, he felt himself growing a little jealous. Of course, he’d known that there was no way Mustang was a virgin, so it wasn’t like he was expecting to be the man’s first, but still, he couldn’t help but think that the more experienced man might get bored or tired of his own lack of skill. Mustang kissed him again, chuckling.
“Don’t look so down when you say that, Edward. You’re the one I’m with, now. Right?” The Fullmetal Alchemist nodded. Licking his lips nervously, the older man grabbed the bottle of oil and poured a generous amount into his hands, rubbing it over his fingers thoroughly. “Ready?” he asked. Edward nodded. “Try to relax.” He spread the boy’s legs and experimentally rubbed his finger up against his twitching entrance. Edward exhaled deliberately, consciously trying to relax his muscles as one finger slid in. “How is it?” Mustang asked.
“It’s fine.” The colonel began to wiggle his finger around, pushing lightly on the walls. This is so strange, he thought, but for some reason, it was making him incredibly hall. It’s so hot and tight inside him. “Ah!”
“What?”
“Y-your finger brushed something. F-felt good.” Mustang frowned slightly, moving his finger around some more. “Th-there!” The colonel rubbed the indicated spot, again. “You’re just…ah…just barely touching it…” Deeming the boy ready – because he had to get this going before he came just from hearing Edward’s voice – he withdrew his fingers and pushed two in again. The teen gasped slightly. “It’s actually…it’s not as bad…as I thought…it would be.” Mustang chuckle and began to stretch the boy steadily until there was room for a third finger. “Ow…”
“Should I stop?”
“No! No, no! Don’t stop.” Smiling, Mustang continued until he felt he’d done all he could with his fingers.
“Edward, can I…?”
“Y-yeah, but can you…leave the outfit on…as much as possible?” The older man chuckled and undid his pants, pulling them and his underwear down enough to free his erect member. “W-wow…”
“Look what you’ve done to me, Edward. Without even touching me.” The older man grabbed Edward’s flesh hand and pressed it to his chest. “Feel what you do to me, here, too.” The teen took Mustang’s hand and placed it on his own chest to reveal his own fluttering heartbeat. The black-haired man took a deep breath and slowly, slowly started to push in. The look of pain that crossed over his smaller lover’s face was instant as he cried out in shock at the pain. “Should I-?”
“Don’t you dare stop, now!” Edward cut him off, gritting his teeth. “It will get better. I want to do this, and I want to do it with you. Only you.” Mustang slid forward another few centimeters then stayed still, then again, then still again, then moving forward. Until he was settled fully inside the boy’s body. Once there, he stayed still, despite his own need to just hammer into the that tight hole.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah it’s…it’s fine. Just give me a moment.” Mustang nodded and wrapped his hand around the boy’s now limp member, pumping it back to life. Slowly, the pain was replaced with a feeling of fullness and Edward began to feel impatient for more. He shifted his hips experimentally and his older lover’s shaft hit that spot within him again. He gasped. “Move!” he cried, gasping again when Mustang began to rock in and out, continuing to rub against that pleasure point inside him. “Ahhh!” Slowly, the older man began to lengthen his thrusts until he was pulling all the way out before sliding back in. Edward bucked his hips up to meet the next thrust, forcing him harder against that spot. Mustang took that as an invitation to start increasing the force of his thrusts.
“It’s so good inside of you, Edward. So hot and tight and…perfect,” he whispered breathily. Edward moaned loudly, throwing his head back and wrapping his legs around Mustang’s waist to urge him deeper.
“Ah! R-Roy!”
“Is it good for you too?” the colonel asked, though the answer was obvious. Edward tossed his head from side to side in ecstasy.
“Yes! Yes! Roy!” He could feel the silk sliding against his sweat-soaked skin, it was amazing. With Mustang’s musk filling his nose, the feel of him all over him inside him, hands everywhere at once, lips on his neck and shoulder, it was going to be over soon. There was no way he could last when the experience of all his dreams about Mustang combined paled to nothingness in comparison to the real thing. He threw his arms around the man, clinging to him for dear life as jumbled syllables poured from his lips.
“Oh, Edward,” the older man groaned softly. “I can’t last long with you…like this…around me,” he panted.
“C-Come inside…please?” The raven-haired man kissed Edward passionately, his thrusts becoming uneven and jerky as he neared his climax. Judging from the spasms running through the teen, he was close too. Determined to finish him first, Mustang reached between them and began to stroke him hard and fast. Edward arched and screamed as he exploded into Mustang’s fist. The colonel was only a moment behind him, letting out a low groan as he shot off his load deep into the body beneath him. He supported himself on his forearms over the boy as they panted, staring at each other, as they came down from their highs.
“W-was it good…for your first?” Mustang asked shakily, pulling out and wrinkling his nose at the mess they’d made.
“Amazing…” Edward replied, not looking inclined in the least to move. But Mustang was already getting out of bed.
“Let’s get cleaned up. I’ll change the sheets and then we can go to sleep,” he murmured. Grumbling something about ruining the mood, Edward got up and followed his lover to the bathroom. He yawned expansively as they got in the shower and washed off quickly. He was barely even conscious as the older man rubbed him down and turned off the water, not even bothering to dry either of them off before leading him back to the bedroom. Mustang then changed the sheets, tossing the dirty ones into the washing machine. Satisfied, he slid into bed with the teen and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close.
“Never pegged you for a cuddler,” Edward mumbled sleepily, his eyes already closed. The colonel chuckled.
“I dunno, usually it’s a bit of a necessary chore – women like that crap, but…maybe now I understand why. It’s nice, at least with you it is.” The teen nuzzled his face into Mustang’s bare chest. They were both still wet from the shower and completely naked. It was surprisingly comfortable. Then again, Edward already knew he liked being in Mustang’s arms – not that he’d ever admitted that. From the few times he’d hugged the bigger man, he knew that being so close to the older man made him feel safe in a way no one else did. It made him feel like he didn’t have to do everything on his own. He moved closer, curling his automail leg around Mustang’s before falling blissfully asleep.
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