Too Good to Me
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Fullmetal Alchemist › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,570
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Too Good to Me
Too Good to Me
By: GypsyVixen
Summary: Missing scene for Ep. 25.
Category: PWP, Lemon, Yaoi
Pairing: Roy/Hughes
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own Fullmetal Alchemist or anything relating to it, and no profit is being made from this writing. The opening lines of the fic are taken directly from ep. 25, so I don’t own any of that that. Anything beyond that point is from my slash-hungry imagination.
A/N: This plot bunny attacked me last week and would not go away, so this fic is my attempt to put the damn thing out of its misery. This is my first fanfic ever, so constructive criticism is appreciated. Also, I’m new to FMA, ep. 25 being the first full episode I’ve really watched (hell of a place to start for an instant Roy/Hughes fan), so I apologize in advance for any OOCness. This is un-betaed, so all mistakes are mine. Thanks for reading & I hope you enjoy it! Now on with the smut.
Too Good to Me
“I’ll work under you; stay close to the higher ups and help push you to the top,” Maes Hughes stated matter-of-factly.
Roy Mustang looked at his friend, eyes slightly widened in surprise. He was rendered momentarily speechless by his friend’s confidence and how quickly he offered to help, as if he had previously thought it out and was just waiting for Roy to voice the idea. Roy let a small smile show and moved to stand in front of his friend.
“You’re too good to me, you know that?” he said as he dropped to his knees, nudging Maes’ legs apart to kneel between them.
Maes merely smirked as he set the pie on the desk beside him and waited for Roy to make his next move.
Roy slid his hands up his friend’s thighs and chest, enjoying the feel of the hard muscle beneath the soft cloth. His hands slid under the suit jacket and pushed it down Maes’ arms as Maes leaned forward to help Roy remove it. Roy began to kiss along Maes’ neck, moving down to the open collar of his shirt. Slowly, he began unbuttoning the shirt, kissing and licking skin as it was revealed.
Maes wrapped his fingers in Roy’s hair, willing himself to remain patient and let Roy set the pace, but Roy’s slow, painstaking ministrations were making it difficult.
Finally, Roy arrived at the waist of Maes’ pants. Tilting his head up just enough to meet Maes’ eyes, Roy undid the pants with practiced ease. The wicked gleam in Roy’s eyes made Maes’ pulse quicken and he eagerly lifted his hips to allow Roy to pull his pants and boxers to his ankles.
Keeping his eyes locked with Maes’, Roy made his first tentative licks to the hardened length in front of him. The sensation sent a jolt through Maes, and his last coherent thought before Roy enveloped him completely was that it had been far too long since they last did this.
Roy’s mouth worked Maes expertly and left him writhing in the chair, desperate to maintain some control. The feel of Roy’s mouth and the sounds of Roy savoring his cock finally pushed Maes’ patience to the limit.
Maes, his fingers still tangled in Roy’s hair, tightened his grip and pulled Roy away from his cock to claim his use-swollen lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Maes thrust his tongue in Roy’s mouth, and Roy quickly began to give it the same treatment he had given Maes’ cock moments before. Without breaking the kiss, Maes undid Roy’s pants and pushed them down, his fingers pressing into Roy’s flesh as they moved down Roy’s slender hips and legs.
Desperately in need of a moment to breathe, Roy pulled away to remove his shirt as Maes slouched down in the chair and pulled Roy up to straddle his hips. Maes gently ran his index finger over Roy’s lips and, meeting Roy’s eyes, silently conveyed his intentions. Understanding the unspoken message, Roy took the finger into his mouth and proceeded to get it as wet as possible while Maes kissed and bit along his neck and chest.
Once Maes’ finger was sufficiently wet, Maes once again claimed Roy’s mouth with his own. Maes reached his hand between Roy’s legs to gently slip the saliva-slicked finger into Roy’s tight opening. Roy groaned at the feel of Maes inside him and instinctively pushed down on the hand beneath him, striving for deeper penetration, his impatience beginning to show. But despite Roy’s obvious frustration, Maes took his time working Roy’s opening with his fingers, determined to ensure Roy was prepared to receive him.
After what seemed like an eternity to both men, Maes finally decided Roy was ready. He withdrew his hand, wrapped his arm around Roy’s waist, and pulled him into the proper position. Maes guided Roy’s hips down, easing himself into Roy. Finally getting the deep, complete penetration that he’d been craving, Roy threw back his head and let out a loud moan before he even had a chance to think about stifling it.
All foreplay over, Roy rode Maes at a grueling, brutal pace. Roy gripped the back of the chair for balance as Maes’ fingers dug into Roy’s hips to keep him steady. There was nothing gentle about their coupling. Maes’ hips thrust up to meet every downward push of Roy’s.
The need for release was quickly becoming unbearable for both men. Maes reached between them with his right hand and, grasping Roy’s leaking cock, moved his hand along the length of it with the same harsh rhythm as their hips. The onslaught of sensations became overwhelming for Roy and he cried out as he came in Maes’ hand.
The feel of Roy’s muscles tightening around him spurred on Maes’ own climax and he came hard, gasping Roy’s name. The two were locked together for several moments of shared ecstasy.
When the waves of pleasure began to ebb, Roy collapsed against Maes. He nestled his head against Maes’ neck and tightly wrapped his arms around his shoulders, not willing to let him go just yet. Roy watched with half-lidded eyes as Maes lifted his hand and licked it clean, relishing the taste of Roy mixed with a hint of the apple pie he had been eating earlier. Losing the battle against exhaustion, Roy let his eyes close completely, and just before sleep overcame him, whispered, “Definitely too damn good to me.” Maes chuckled softly and, holding Roy securely against him, joined his friend in a well-deserved slumber.
The End
By: GypsyVixen
Summary: Missing scene for Ep. 25.
Category: PWP, Lemon, Yaoi
Pairing: Roy/Hughes
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own Fullmetal Alchemist or anything relating to it, and no profit is being made from this writing. The opening lines of the fic are taken directly from ep. 25, so I don’t own any of that that. Anything beyond that point is from my slash-hungry imagination.
A/N: This plot bunny attacked me last week and would not go away, so this fic is my attempt to put the damn thing out of its misery. This is my first fanfic ever, so constructive criticism is appreciated. Also, I’m new to FMA, ep. 25 being the first full episode I’ve really watched (hell of a place to start for an instant Roy/Hughes fan), so I apologize in advance for any OOCness. This is un-betaed, so all mistakes are mine. Thanks for reading & I hope you enjoy it! Now on with the smut.
Too Good to Me
“I’ll work under you; stay close to the higher ups and help push you to the top,” Maes Hughes stated matter-of-factly.
Roy Mustang looked at his friend, eyes slightly widened in surprise. He was rendered momentarily speechless by his friend’s confidence and how quickly he offered to help, as if he had previously thought it out and was just waiting for Roy to voice the idea. Roy let a small smile show and moved to stand in front of his friend.
“You’re too good to me, you know that?” he said as he dropped to his knees, nudging Maes’ legs apart to kneel between them.
Maes merely smirked as he set the pie on the desk beside him and waited for Roy to make his next move.
Roy slid his hands up his friend’s thighs and chest, enjoying the feel of the hard muscle beneath the soft cloth. His hands slid under the suit jacket and pushed it down Maes’ arms as Maes leaned forward to help Roy remove it. Roy began to kiss along Maes’ neck, moving down to the open collar of his shirt. Slowly, he began unbuttoning the shirt, kissing and licking skin as it was revealed.
Maes wrapped his fingers in Roy’s hair, willing himself to remain patient and let Roy set the pace, but Roy’s slow, painstaking ministrations were making it difficult.
Finally, Roy arrived at the waist of Maes’ pants. Tilting his head up just enough to meet Maes’ eyes, Roy undid the pants with practiced ease. The wicked gleam in Roy’s eyes made Maes’ pulse quicken and he eagerly lifted his hips to allow Roy to pull his pants and boxers to his ankles.
Keeping his eyes locked with Maes’, Roy made his first tentative licks to the hardened length in front of him. The sensation sent a jolt through Maes, and his last coherent thought before Roy enveloped him completely was that it had been far too long since they last did this.
Roy’s mouth worked Maes expertly and left him writhing in the chair, desperate to maintain some control. The feel of Roy’s mouth and the sounds of Roy savoring his cock finally pushed Maes’ patience to the limit.
Maes, his fingers still tangled in Roy’s hair, tightened his grip and pulled Roy away from his cock to claim his use-swollen lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Maes thrust his tongue in Roy’s mouth, and Roy quickly began to give it the same treatment he had given Maes’ cock moments before. Without breaking the kiss, Maes undid Roy’s pants and pushed them down, his fingers pressing into Roy’s flesh as they moved down Roy’s slender hips and legs.
Desperately in need of a moment to breathe, Roy pulled away to remove his shirt as Maes slouched down in the chair and pulled Roy up to straddle his hips. Maes gently ran his index finger over Roy’s lips and, meeting Roy’s eyes, silently conveyed his intentions. Understanding the unspoken message, Roy took the finger into his mouth and proceeded to get it as wet as possible while Maes kissed and bit along his neck and chest.
Once Maes’ finger was sufficiently wet, Maes once again claimed Roy’s mouth with his own. Maes reached his hand between Roy’s legs to gently slip the saliva-slicked finger into Roy’s tight opening. Roy groaned at the feel of Maes inside him and instinctively pushed down on the hand beneath him, striving for deeper penetration, his impatience beginning to show. But despite Roy’s obvious frustration, Maes took his time working Roy’s opening with his fingers, determined to ensure Roy was prepared to receive him.
After what seemed like an eternity to both men, Maes finally decided Roy was ready. He withdrew his hand, wrapped his arm around Roy’s waist, and pulled him into the proper position. Maes guided Roy’s hips down, easing himself into Roy. Finally getting the deep, complete penetration that he’d been craving, Roy threw back his head and let out a loud moan before he even had a chance to think about stifling it.
All foreplay over, Roy rode Maes at a grueling, brutal pace. Roy gripped the back of the chair for balance as Maes’ fingers dug into Roy’s hips to keep him steady. There was nothing gentle about their coupling. Maes’ hips thrust up to meet every downward push of Roy’s.
The need for release was quickly becoming unbearable for both men. Maes reached between them with his right hand and, grasping Roy’s leaking cock, moved his hand along the length of it with the same harsh rhythm as their hips. The onslaught of sensations became overwhelming for Roy and he cried out as he came in Maes’ hand.
The feel of Roy’s muscles tightening around him spurred on Maes’ own climax and he came hard, gasping Roy’s name. The two were locked together for several moments of shared ecstasy.
When the waves of pleasure began to ebb, Roy collapsed against Maes. He nestled his head against Maes’ neck and tightly wrapped his arms around his shoulders, not willing to let him go just yet. Roy watched with half-lidded eyes as Maes lifted his hand and licked it clean, relishing the taste of Roy mixed with a hint of the apple pie he had been eating earlier. Losing the battle against exhaustion, Roy let his eyes close completely, and just before sleep overcame him, whispered, “Definitely too damn good to me.” Maes chuckled softly and, holding Roy securely against him, joined his friend in a well-deserved slumber.
The End