Fireball
Fireball
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Titlestyle='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial;color:windowtext'>: Fireball
Author:
Worsel/Zoidiangirl
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: R/NC-17
Warnings: Masturbation.
That’s about it.
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA. In
fact, I don’t own anything. Period.
A/N: This idea started as a joke
between me and my brother, and I was going to draw a fanart instead, but it
never worked out. So now you get smut…
Notes: “Speaking”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> ‘Thinking’style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Fantasizingstyle='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>
style='mso-tab-count:1'> Twenty four hours; he could manage.
He managed an entire month already. What was one more day?
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style='mso-tab-count:1'> “I'm going to die!”
desk. His eyes trailed to his lap where a prominent bulge had apparently taken
up permanent residence while his lover was away. “What the hell man?” He
growled accusingly, ”We haven’t had this problem since
I was a teenager!” ‘Okay
you’re definitely going crazy if you expect it to say something back’.
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the office. No one
here. It’s not like masturbation was a crime, even if he was at
work. Some things just had to be done! “It’s not like I can go home any time
soon,” he explained defensively, to whom he wasn’t sure. ‘Yep, I’ve definitely
been alone too long.’
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chair, silently cursing Riza for stealing his couch
months back. “It’s a distraction colonel,” she claimed. Bah distraction my ass!
The couch wasn’t distracting, it was the blonde that
normally lounged on the couch that stole his attention. ‘Even when he’s not
here I can’t think about anything else.’
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thought of Ed and his private moments in the office.
resignation and allowed himself relief. He quickly unbuttoned his pants and
eased them off along with his boxers, hissing as the cold air of the office
touched his heated skin.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> Calming his breathing,
lightly over his cock. He gently moved his fisted hand up and down over his
hardened flesh, slowly trailing his other hand over his tightened sac. style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>Soft golden strands brushed against his
face, amber eyes locked onto his as a small hand rubbed tentatively against class=GramE>him, almost he was afraid he might hurt the older alchemist.
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style='mso-tab-count:1'> A gasp escaped
scratchy gloves brought a sensation that made his hips thrust forward.
Normally,
would have called himself pathetic for such an action.
of his subordinate to surface.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> Blonde
bangs tickled his stomach and hips as that delicious mouth sucked at his class=GramE>cock, that sweet tongue swirling around the head, delving
into the slit before the boy looked up with lust filled eyes. “Fuck me.”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> His breathing harsh,
intensity of his strokes. He thrust into
the boy, now bent over his desk, reveling in the tightness and heat of his
lover. Pushing faster and harder, with each beautiful cry of ecstasy the boy
rasped out, licking the blonde’s shoulder, gently suckling at his neck. “
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Edward!”
over the tip, his thumb rubbing against his finger as he came.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> FOOM!
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quickly rose to leave a black scorch mark against the ceiling. The office door
crashed in revealing a rather worried staff, and an early Fullmetal. Edward’s
gaze lingered on the sweaty, obviously sated colonel before glancing up at the
ceiling.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Hot.”