Dirty Hands
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Fullmetal Alchemist › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
4,156
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Dirty Hands
Title: Nasty Things
Pairing Kimblee X Roy
Warnings: NC17 smut, loads of naughty words, domination/humiliation/abuse, Good harsh fun.
Notes: I wanted filthy dirty FMA bathroom smut. So I indulged with a bit of OOC and PWP.
Wanted: C&C
Disclaimer: I own nothing here, No profit, no harm
There was a cockroach in the corner. Roy saw it crawling and twitching its antennas to avoid cigarette butts and lumps of dirt. Nasty things accumulate in the places where people never look.
The place was disgusting and the smell was foul, but God the cock up his ass felt good.
\"Son of a…\" He squeezed his eyes shut and scrunched up his brows as Kimblee\'s hips collided into his over and over. The bastard wasn\'t going to be happy until he cracked his head against the faucet.
Roy braced his arms on the sink and held on tight.
The buzz of the crowd outside the bathroom door covered most of his screams, which was good because he was too drunk to control himself. Or at least he was drunk enough to be bent over the sink with one foot raised on the toilet.
Kimblee pushed deeper and grabbed Roy by the balls. He tugged and squeezed because it amused him, the fact that Roy liked it rough was just a bonus.
\"Yes! Yes! Yes!\" Roy\'s repetitive bleating cry filled the small men\'s room. It seemed like the only word he remembered since the man behind him was fucking him stupid.
He did remember Kimblee locking the door behind them. Right after that it got blurry because his head spun when he thought about anything. His pants were pulled down and Kimblee knocked his legs apart while he pushed his shirt up to his shoulders. It happened fast. He\'d seen Kimblee behind him in the mirror and looked away. That\'s when he noticed the cockroach.
Kimblee pounded into him hard. The hand that was on his balls quickly moved to capture his cock as it bobbed widely with each thrust.
With his dick still deep inside Roy\'s moist body; Kimblee suddenly stopped. He used his leverage to force the man to straighten up. He held Roy\'s dripping cock in the palm of his hand.
It was his.
He claimed and he controlled it as he saw fit. He pushed Roy into the sink so he could smear the wet head on the cold, grimy, porcelain.
Roy shuddered; the feeling of rubbing against something smooth and cool drove him insane.
\"You like that?\" Kimblee hissed the question in his ear.
\"Yeah.\" Roy\'s voice was hoarse, dry from the drinking.
\"I always knew you were a sick little fuck!\" Kimblee spoke in short, hushed shouts. \"You deserve to get fucked in a dirty bathroom with the rest of the shit.\"
\"Nice pillow talk.\" Roy spat back. \"You suck your dog with that mouth.\"
\"No. That\'s why I have you.\" Kimblee smacked his ass, leaving a shocking white handprint that quickly flushed pink.
Kimblee was good at all the things Roy liked. Between the hand on his cock, the cock in his ass, and the feeling of being utterly humiliated, he was losing his mind.
\"Asshole,\" Roy cried back as the lovely sting faded away.
Kimblee spanked him again and again, racking his nails over the hot flesh in his hands between blows. He enjoyed watching Roy squirm each time he scratched him.
\"You\'re a real piece of work, Mustang.\" Kimblee backed off and grabbed Roy\'s slim, pale hips. \"But a hole\'s a hole.\" He thrust forward and up, connecting with that bundle of nerves that made Roy slam his hand on the mirror.
\"Are you going to come?\" Psychotic glee vibrated in Kimblee\'s voice. \"Go ahead make a mess on the floor.\" He jerked Roy with sharp and careless strokes.
\"You make me sick,\" Roy grunted through clenched teeth. The pressure building made it feel like the walls were closing in on him, from the inside out.
\"And you like it!\" Kimblee\'s laugh was high pitched and excited. He held Roy upright, his free arm around his chest, holding him tight against his sweat slicked body. He licked the edge of his ear; slowly at first to let Roy feel his hot breath, then he took the lobe in whole and sucked it hard.
Roy gasped.
Like molecules released in an alchemic reaction, free to become something new, Roy understood how liberating complete devastation could be.
Bursts of thick white dripped down the mirror and still his body spasmed.
Kimblee liked the way Roy\'s ass tightened up when he came, and he told him so. He also told him how he wanted to fill his ass and watch it leak it out. He couldn\'t help it; Roy\'s pain was his pleasure.
\"You might be HQ\'s whore, Mustang…\" He pumped himself in to Roy\'s body with a low rumbling moan in his throat. \"But you\'re my filthy Bitch!\"
Kimblee pulled out immediately, shaking the last bit of semen out on Roy\'s back. \"Hmm? I couldn\'t decide if...\" He thought for a moment then added, \"Damn, I should have come on your face. Next time.\"
Roy held his breath as long as he could. Shaking, eyes tearing.
\"Oh, that\'s great.\" Kimblee rolled his eyes at the man bent over the sink. The gaging, liquid noises Roy made were enough to make Kimblee want to throw up along side him. He quickly closed his pants, and turned on the water for Roy before leaving the mens room. A crunch under his foot stopped him before his hand hit the door knob. Kimblee looked down at the yellow guts stuck to his shoe.
\"God damnit Roy!\"
The door slammed behind him.
Pairing Kimblee X Roy
Warnings: NC17 smut, loads of naughty words, domination/humiliation/abuse, Good harsh fun.
Notes: I wanted filthy dirty FMA bathroom smut. So I indulged with a bit of OOC and PWP.
Wanted: C&C
Disclaimer: I own nothing here, No profit, no harm
There was a cockroach in the corner. Roy saw it crawling and twitching its antennas to avoid cigarette butts and lumps of dirt. Nasty things accumulate in the places where people never look.
The place was disgusting and the smell was foul, but God the cock up his ass felt good.
\"Son of a…\" He squeezed his eyes shut and scrunched up his brows as Kimblee\'s hips collided into his over and over. The bastard wasn\'t going to be happy until he cracked his head against the faucet.
Roy braced his arms on the sink and held on tight.
The buzz of the crowd outside the bathroom door covered most of his screams, which was good because he was too drunk to control himself. Or at least he was drunk enough to be bent over the sink with one foot raised on the toilet.
Kimblee pushed deeper and grabbed Roy by the balls. He tugged and squeezed because it amused him, the fact that Roy liked it rough was just a bonus.
\"Yes! Yes! Yes!\" Roy\'s repetitive bleating cry filled the small men\'s room. It seemed like the only word he remembered since the man behind him was fucking him stupid.
He did remember Kimblee locking the door behind them. Right after that it got blurry because his head spun when he thought about anything. His pants were pulled down and Kimblee knocked his legs apart while he pushed his shirt up to his shoulders. It happened fast. He\'d seen Kimblee behind him in the mirror and looked away. That\'s when he noticed the cockroach.
Kimblee pounded into him hard. The hand that was on his balls quickly moved to capture his cock as it bobbed widely with each thrust.
With his dick still deep inside Roy\'s moist body; Kimblee suddenly stopped. He used his leverage to force the man to straighten up. He held Roy\'s dripping cock in the palm of his hand.
It was his.
He claimed and he controlled it as he saw fit. He pushed Roy into the sink so he could smear the wet head on the cold, grimy, porcelain.
Roy shuddered; the feeling of rubbing against something smooth and cool drove him insane.
\"You like that?\" Kimblee hissed the question in his ear.
\"Yeah.\" Roy\'s voice was hoarse, dry from the drinking.
\"I always knew you were a sick little fuck!\" Kimblee spoke in short, hushed shouts. \"You deserve to get fucked in a dirty bathroom with the rest of the shit.\"
\"Nice pillow talk.\" Roy spat back. \"You suck your dog with that mouth.\"
\"No. That\'s why I have you.\" Kimblee smacked his ass, leaving a shocking white handprint that quickly flushed pink.
Kimblee was good at all the things Roy liked. Between the hand on his cock, the cock in his ass, and the feeling of being utterly humiliated, he was losing his mind.
\"Asshole,\" Roy cried back as the lovely sting faded away.
Kimblee spanked him again and again, racking his nails over the hot flesh in his hands between blows. He enjoyed watching Roy squirm each time he scratched him.
\"You\'re a real piece of work, Mustang.\" Kimblee backed off and grabbed Roy\'s slim, pale hips. \"But a hole\'s a hole.\" He thrust forward and up, connecting with that bundle of nerves that made Roy slam his hand on the mirror.
\"Are you going to come?\" Psychotic glee vibrated in Kimblee\'s voice. \"Go ahead make a mess on the floor.\" He jerked Roy with sharp and careless strokes.
\"You make me sick,\" Roy grunted through clenched teeth. The pressure building made it feel like the walls were closing in on him, from the inside out.
\"And you like it!\" Kimblee\'s laugh was high pitched and excited. He held Roy upright, his free arm around his chest, holding him tight against his sweat slicked body. He licked the edge of his ear; slowly at first to let Roy feel his hot breath, then he took the lobe in whole and sucked it hard.
Roy gasped.
Like molecules released in an alchemic reaction, free to become something new, Roy understood how liberating complete devastation could be.
Bursts of thick white dripped down the mirror and still his body spasmed.
Kimblee liked the way Roy\'s ass tightened up when he came, and he told him so. He also told him how he wanted to fill his ass and watch it leak it out. He couldn\'t help it; Roy\'s pain was his pleasure.
\"You might be HQ\'s whore, Mustang…\" He pumped himself in to Roy\'s body with a low rumbling moan in his throat. \"But you\'re my filthy Bitch!\"
Kimblee pulled out immediately, shaking the last bit of semen out on Roy\'s back. \"Hmm? I couldn\'t decide if...\" He thought for a moment then added, \"Damn, I should have come on your face. Next time.\"
Roy held his breath as long as he could. Shaking, eyes tearing.
\"Oh, that\'s great.\" Kimblee rolled his eyes at the man bent over the sink. The gaging, liquid noises Roy made were enough to make Kimblee want to throw up along side him. He quickly closed his pants, and turned on the water for Roy before leaving the mens room. A crunch under his foot stopped him before his hand hit the door knob. Kimblee looked down at the yellow guts stuck to his shoe.
\"God damnit Roy!\"
The door slammed behind him.