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Adult +
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12
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29
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Poor Paul 7: Confessional Quickie
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Title: Poor Paul 7: Confessional Quickie
Pairing: RoyxEd
Rating: NC17 (graphic sex, language, smexy sacrilege)
Timeline: None- AU
Summary: Roy and Ed "tour" a confessional just as a certain poor young man, fresh out of jail, wants to get something off his chest.
AN: The Poor Paul series is a continuation of Intermission.
Poor Paul 7: Confessional Quickie
“If there’s a Hell, we’re so burning in it.” Ed glanced around the grand church, his amber eyes full of fear… and excitement.
“Shhh! Keep your voice down!” Roy whispered harshly.
The two lovers hurriedly made their way down the aisle and into one side of the tiny, enclosed box.
And so, it had come to this. Their lustful need to fuck damn near anywhere had landed them here.
Inside of a church.
They were about to fuck.
Inside of a church.
They were both already hard and wet at the mere thought of it.
“It’s tight in here,” Ed observed, scrunching his body up against Roy’s.
The older man smirked at the double entendre. He most definitely knew the feeling. He quickly unzipped his pants and sat down.
“We don’t have much time,” he said, stroking the protruding bulge in Ed’s pants with one hand and himself with the other.
Ed ground himself into Roy’s hand as he unbuttoned his pants, not yet ready to give up the delicious friction.
“Hurry up,” Roy insisted, unzipping Ed’s pants and using both hands to yank them down, devouring Ed’s solid cock in the process.
Ed grabbed onto both walls of the tiny compartment and began to fuck Roy’s mouth, pushing himself in as far as he could go and savoring the way the man’s tongue flickered across the head of his dick with each backward thrust.
“Fuuuuck,” he whispered, a crimson blush rising high on his cheeks as he felt himself hit the back of Roy’s throat repeatedly. “Oh, fuck yeah.”
Roy tugged on Ed’s pants as he sucked him off, trying to get at least one of the teen’s legs out of them. He gave an unintentionally rough yank which caught his lover off guard and caused him to faceplant on the confessional door.
“Mmph!” Ed muttered painfully through a face full of door.
“Sorry,” Roy said through a face full of dick, pausing long enough to help him back up and plant chaste kiss on his nose. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” Ed managed while finally freeing one leg from his pants.
What sounded like the faraway closing of a door caused the pair to panic… and somehow made them all the more turned on.
“We’re gonna go to jail!” Ed whispered furiously.
“Not if we hurry up,” Roy countered, turning him around and pulling his ass down just low enough for the slippery tip of his cock to slip inside of him.
Ed hissed in surprised pleasure while Roy began to slowly thrust his way into him, steadily deeper with each push. He reached around Ed’s waist and began to pump him furiously, causing him to become so overcome that he no longer cared if he got caught, all he cared about was Roy’s cock and his hand, both of them working together to drive him crazy-
“Uhhhh!” He cried out, trying to keep his voice down while Roy began fucking him from both ends with increased fervor. “Fuck!” he added for good measure.
The two men continued on in the confessional, each of them too caught up in their own hushed grunts and groans to hear the door to the other side of the small booth open and close.
“Um… I’m not a religious man… erm… Father… Preacher… sir,” a shy male voice from the other side started.
A familiar shy male voice.
Ed turned and looked at Roy in alarm. Without missing a beat. Roy nodded at him and motioned towards the voice with his head. Ed’s eyes widened and he emphatically shook his head. Roy drove his hips up hard in return, prompting a low moan to come from his partner.
“… hello?”
“God, yes!” Ed exclaimed, bouncing on Roy’s cock like it was some sort of obscene pogo stick. “I mean… yes… please… please… oh… please continue.”
“… okaaay…. Well… you see… I… I’ve been… following… this… couple around….”
“Oh… f-f-f… mmm… yeah...”
“A-Are… you alright?”
“Oh… oh yeah… ah!”
“Uh… well… you see… um… they’re men… this couple…. And they have sex…. Everywhere.”
“And let me guess: you like to watch,” Roy concluded with a smirk.
A shocked gasp sounded on the other side of the confessional.
“… R-Roy???”
“Hi, Paul,” he said with a grin. “Say hello to Ed.”
“… uh… hi… Ed.”
“HiPaulohfuckyeah,” Ed said, thrusting into Roy’s hand as the man thrusted into his ass.
“Y-you guys do realize we’re in a ch-“
“Hold on a sec, Paul,” Roy requested ever so politely. He gave one final pull on Ed, who cried out softly and came all over Roy’s hand… as well as the wall of the confessional.
The two men saw a face peering at them through the dividing grid, desperate to get a closer look at what was happening. Paul found himself face to gridded face with a panting and blushing Ed, who was still being fucked from behind by Roy.
“Oh…my…God…” Paul said in a small voice.
“Something like that,” Roy grunted as he came to a climax inside of Ed, firmly grabbing onto the young man’s hips until the last bit of his release shot out of him. He rested his head against Ed’s back and moaned softly, relishing the experience…
… for a moment.
“We really have to go,” he said, pulling out of Ed. The two men somehow got their clothes righted in the tight compartment.
“Hey Paul,” Roy said, leaning into the grid and smirking sexily into Paul’s wide-eyed face. “Glad to see you out of the slammer. Oh, and good luck with… all that.” He pointed upward and favored the man with a wink before discreetly ushering a stumbling Ed out of the confessional.
"Wait, you guys are leaving? But I just started..." Paul said in a moping voice.
"Sorry, guy. Next time," Roy called back to him.
He and Ed began to make a frantic pace down the aisle just in time; an elderly woman was entering the room, walking toward the small box in which they had just fucked.
Ed stopped suddenly, as if he had forgotten something.
“Say, do you think we should warn-“
A shrill, high pitched scream filled the room.
“Too late,” Roy said, grabbing Ed by the arm and all but running out of the church.
*****
By the time someone had come to see why the woman was screaming bloody murder, Paul was found innocently sitting there, as if the last thing on earth he would ever do is jack off in a church confessional. The church's clergyman apologized for the old woman's "false" accusation; as it turned out, she was a bit senile and had a habit of making wild and crazily random accusations on a regular basis.
He walked out of the church, still a free man, and vowing never to masturbate away from the privacy of his own bedroom or bathroom again.
Ever.
But.
Thinking of the two objects of his carnal affection, Paul’s cock immediately sprung to life and he bolted to his car, prepared to hurry home and finish what he started.
…
However.
It really was kind of a long drive.
And she would be there.
So maybe…
Just this one last time…
He rushed to his car and got in, never more grateful than at that moment for having tinted windows.
End.
AN: After this, I'm really starting to wonder if there isn't anything these boys won't do... anyplace.
And no, you're not crazy; this one is shorter than usual. It is a quickie, after all. ^_-
Until next time.
Title: Poor Paul 7: Confessional Quickie
Pairing: RoyxEd
Rating: NC17 (graphic sex, language, smexy sacrilege)
Timeline: None- AU
Summary: Roy and Ed "tour" a confessional just as a certain poor young man, fresh out of jail, wants to get something off his chest.
AN: The Poor Paul series is a continuation of Intermission.
Poor Paul 7: Confessional Quickie
“If there’s a Hell, we’re so burning in it.” Ed glanced around the grand church, his amber eyes full of fear… and excitement.
“Shhh! Keep your voice down!” Roy whispered harshly.
The two lovers hurriedly made their way down the aisle and into one side of the tiny, enclosed box.
And so, it had come to this. Their lustful need to fuck damn near anywhere had landed them here.
Inside of a church.
They were about to fuck.
Inside of a church.
They were both already hard and wet at the mere thought of it.
“It’s tight in here,” Ed observed, scrunching his body up against Roy’s.
The older man smirked at the double entendre. He most definitely knew the feeling. He quickly unzipped his pants and sat down.
“We don’t have much time,” he said, stroking the protruding bulge in Ed’s pants with one hand and himself with the other.
Ed ground himself into Roy’s hand as he unbuttoned his pants, not yet ready to give up the delicious friction.
“Hurry up,” Roy insisted, unzipping Ed’s pants and using both hands to yank them down, devouring Ed’s solid cock in the process.
Ed grabbed onto both walls of the tiny compartment and began to fuck Roy’s mouth, pushing himself in as far as he could go and savoring the way the man’s tongue flickered across the head of his dick with each backward thrust.
“Fuuuuck,” he whispered, a crimson blush rising high on his cheeks as he felt himself hit the back of Roy’s throat repeatedly. “Oh, fuck yeah.”
Roy tugged on Ed’s pants as he sucked him off, trying to get at least one of the teen’s legs out of them. He gave an unintentionally rough yank which caught his lover off guard and caused him to faceplant on the confessional door.
“Mmph!” Ed muttered painfully through a face full of door.
“Sorry,” Roy said through a face full of dick, pausing long enough to help him back up and plant chaste kiss on his nose. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” Ed managed while finally freeing one leg from his pants.
What sounded like the faraway closing of a door caused the pair to panic… and somehow made them all the more turned on.
“We’re gonna go to jail!” Ed whispered furiously.
“Not if we hurry up,” Roy countered, turning him around and pulling his ass down just low enough for the slippery tip of his cock to slip inside of him.
Ed hissed in surprised pleasure while Roy began to slowly thrust his way into him, steadily deeper with each push. He reached around Ed’s waist and began to pump him furiously, causing him to become so overcome that he no longer cared if he got caught, all he cared about was Roy’s cock and his hand, both of them working together to drive him crazy-
“Uhhhh!” He cried out, trying to keep his voice down while Roy began fucking him from both ends with increased fervor. “Fuck!” he added for good measure.
The two men continued on in the confessional, each of them too caught up in their own hushed grunts and groans to hear the door to the other side of the small booth open and close.
“Um… I’m not a religious man… erm… Father… Preacher… sir,” a shy male voice from the other side started.
A familiar shy male voice.
Ed turned and looked at Roy in alarm. Without missing a beat. Roy nodded at him and motioned towards the voice with his head. Ed’s eyes widened and he emphatically shook his head. Roy drove his hips up hard in return, prompting a low moan to come from his partner.
“… hello?”
“God, yes!” Ed exclaimed, bouncing on Roy’s cock like it was some sort of obscene pogo stick. “I mean… yes… please… please… oh… please continue.”
“… okaaay…. Well… you see… I… I’ve been… following… this… couple around….”
“Oh… f-f-f… mmm… yeah...”
“A-Are… you alright?”
“Oh… oh yeah… ah!”
“Uh… well… you see… um… they’re men… this couple…. And they have sex…. Everywhere.”
“And let me guess: you like to watch,” Roy concluded with a smirk.
A shocked gasp sounded on the other side of the confessional.
“… R-Roy???”
“Hi, Paul,” he said with a grin. “Say hello to Ed.”
“… uh… hi… Ed.”
“HiPaulohfuckyeah,” Ed said, thrusting into Roy’s hand as the man thrusted into his ass.
“Y-you guys do realize we’re in a ch-“
“Hold on a sec, Paul,” Roy requested ever so politely. He gave one final pull on Ed, who cried out softly and came all over Roy’s hand… as well as the wall of the confessional.
The two men saw a face peering at them through the dividing grid, desperate to get a closer look at what was happening. Paul found himself face to gridded face with a panting and blushing Ed, who was still being fucked from behind by Roy.
“Oh…my…God…” Paul said in a small voice.
“Something like that,” Roy grunted as he came to a climax inside of Ed, firmly grabbing onto the young man’s hips until the last bit of his release shot out of him. He rested his head against Ed’s back and moaned softly, relishing the experience…
… for a moment.
“We really have to go,” he said, pulling out of Ed. The two men somehow got their clothes righted in the tight compartment.
“Hey Paul,” Roy said, leaning into the grid and smirking sexily into Paul’s wide-eyed face. “Glad to see you out of the slammer. Oh, and good luck with… all that.” He pointed upward and favored the man with a wink before discreetly ushering a stumbling Ed out of the confessional.
"Wait, you guys are leaving? But I just started..." Paul said in a moping voice.
"Sorry, guy. Next time," Roy called back to him.
He and Ed began to make a frantic pace down the aisle just in time; an elderly woman was entering the room, walking toward the small box in which they had just fucked.
Ed stopped suddenly, as if he had forgotten something.
“Say, do you think we should warn-“
A shrill, high pitched scream filled the room.
“Too late,” Roy said, grabbing Ed by the arm and all but running out of the church.
*****
By the time someone had come to see why the woman was screaming bloody murder, Paul was found innocently sitting there, as if the last thing on earth he would ever do is jack off in a church confessional. The church's clergyman apologized for the old woman's "false" accusation; as it turned out, she was a bit senile and had a habit of making wild and crazily random accusations on a regular basis.
He walked out of the church, still a free man, and vowing never to masturbate away from the privacy of his own bedroom or bathroom again.
Ever.
But.
Thinking of the two objects of his carnal affection, Paul’s cock immediately sprung to life and he bolted to his car, prepared to hurry home and finish what he started.
…
However.
It really was kind of a long drive.
And she would be there.
So maybe…
Just this one last time…
He rushed to his car and got in, never more grateful than at that moment for having tinted windows.
End.
AN: After this, I'm really starting to wonder if there isn't anything these boys won't do... anyplace.
And no, you're not crazy; this one is shorter than usual. It is a quickie, after all. ^_-
Until next time.