Command Performance
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Fullmetal Alchemist › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
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985
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Command Performance
The first time he'd seen them together, it had only been for a few seconds and completely by mistake. He hadn't intended for that brief glimpse to invade his dreams for weeks afterwards. And he definitely hadn't intended for Brother to find out.
Even as he took a seat in the armchair and stared shamelessly at the scene unfolding in front of him, he still couldn't believe this. He couldn't believe Havoc had agreed to it. He couldn't believe his brother had suggested it. And yet, there the older man lay, blindfold, bare, and hands bound to the bedpost, and there his brother went, calmly stripping off most of his own clothes as he walked to the bed.
His mouth went dry and he swallowed thickly as Ed smirked at him over his shoulder and slid onto the bed, dressed only in those damned leather pants. The swallow turned into a slightly choked noise when his sibling calmly straddled the leather strap that held Havoc's wrists and coaxed the soldier up onto his hands and knees. He couldn't hear what his brother leaned down and murmured into the man's ear, but when bound hands reached out and undid his brother's pants and Havoc leaned down, he felt a rush of heat surge through his body at the realization of what was going to happen and couldn't help sprawling out a little in the chair.
After the 'discovery', his brother had made a point of teasing him by giving entirely too many details about how good his lover's mouth was. And now, watching them, he could see for himself that Ed hadn't been exaggerating. Even blindfolded and with his hands restricted, Havoc went to his task with enthusiasm, and he was caught between imagining that tongue curled around his cock, and watching the erotically gorgeous expressions that crossed Ed's face as his brother wound flesh fingers into short hair and began to rock his hips shallowly. Oh, God... His own breath beginning to come short, his hand seemed to creep down into the loose pajama pants he wore almost of its own free will.
Even as his eyes were riveted on the private show he was being given and his fingers were curling around his erection, little bits of his mind were arguing. On one hand, fuck, he wanted to be on the bed with them. To be able to touch and find out all those potential sensations for himself, not just watch. On the other, there was still the small part denying that this was happening, insisting that this was sick and wrong and he shouldn't be aroused by watching his brother and a lover.
That second part was quickly shut up, however, by what his sibling did next. His eyes went wide as Ed pushed Havoc down, then sparked off a transmutation that raced over the bound man's skin, making him writhe and scream. On instinct, he almost got up to make it stop, but at the realization that Havoc was crying out in pleasure, not pain, only made him harder, and he whimpered in the back of his throat, his fingers tightening a bit as he wondered what that must feellike. Damn... Jean had warned him that his brother was a bit of a sadist, but being warned and being smirked at again as his sibling so very slowly shed those pants and leaned down to claim a viciously possessive kiss from the bound man were very, very different things.
He tried to keep his attention on them, but he couldn’t help his eyes squeezing shut. But he could still hear them, and the sounds of panting, the occasional choked moan or low cry, and the low murmurs as his brother gave a captive lover orders to beg for release were more than enough to fuel lurid images in his mind. He gave his own strangled moan as he curled up in the chair, his hand tightening again and beginning to move faster. So close… So close…
A sharply hissed curse made him open his eyes and look up, and that was it. The sight of his brother straddling the older man’s hips, head tossed back and eyes wide as his body arched and moved, was too much, and he savagely bit his lip to muffle a wail as he came, vision flaring white behind his eyelids.
He wasn’t sure what happened after that, too mentally incoherent to make anything out of the sounds in the room as his body went boneless and he slumped against the chair’s arms. When he finally recovered from the high and drop enough to lift his head again, Havoc lay on the bed in a panting and spent heap, untied, but still blindfolded.
It took a second, then he blinked and started to sit up. Wait… where was-
He nearly had a heart attack as arms slid around him from the side, but an affectionate nuzzle from his brother was enough to calm him into a contented sound as he relaxed into the chair-
-At least until lips brushed his ear and a low purr broke through the pleasant haze in his head. “So, baby brother. You think you’ll be ready to actually join us next time?”
Even as he took a seat in the armchair and stared shamelessly at the scene unfolding in front of him, he still couldn't believe this. He couldn't believe Havoc had agreed to it. He couldn't believe his brother had suggested it. And yet, there the older man lay, blindfold, bare, and hands bound to the bedpost, and there his brother went, calmly stripping off most of his own clothes as he walked to the bed.
His mouth went dry and he swallowed thickly as Ed smirked at him over his shoulder and slid onto the bed, dressed only in those damned leather pants. The swallow turned into a slightly choked noise when his sibling calmly straddled the leather strap that held Havoc's wrists and coaxed the soldier up onto his hands and knees. He couldn't hear what his brother leaned down and murmured into the man's ear, but when bound hands reached out and undid his brother's pants and Havoc leaned down, he felt a rush of heat surge through his body at the realization of what was going to happen and couldn't help sprawling out a little in the chair.
After the 'discovery', his brother had made a point of teasing him by giving entirely too many details about how good his lover's mouth was. And now, watching them, he could see for himself that Ed hadn't been exaggerating. Even blindfolded and with his hands restricted, Havoc went to his task with enthusiasm, and he was caught between imagining that tongue curled around his cock, and watching the erotically gorgeous expressions that crossed Ed's face as his brother wound flesh fingers into short hair and began to rock his hips shallowly. Oh, God... His own breath beginning to come short, his hand seemed to creep down into the loose pajama pants he wore almost of its own free will.
Even as his eyes were riveted on the private show he was being given and his fingers were curling around his erection, little bits of his mind were arguing. On one hand, fuck, he wanted to be on the bed with them. To be able to touch and find out all those potential sensations for himself, not just watch. On the other, there was still the small part denying that this was happening, insisting that this was sick and wrong and he shouldn't be aroused by watching his brother and a lover.
That second part was quickly shut up, however, by what his sibling did next. His eyes went wide as Ed pushed Havoc down, then sparked off a transmutation that raced over the bound man's skin, making him writhe and scream. On instinct, he almost got up to make it stop, but at the realization that Havoc was crying out in pleasure, not pain, only made him harder, and he whimpered in the back of his throat, his fingers tightening a bit as he wondered what that must feellike. Damn... Jean had warned him that his brother was a bit of a sadist, but being warned and being smirked at again as his sibling so very slowly shed those pants and leaned down to claim a viciously possessive kiss from the bound man were very, very different things.
He tried to keep his attention on them, but he couldn’t help his eyes squeezing shut. But he could still hear them, and the sounds of panting, the occasional choked moan or low cry, and the low murmurs as his brother gave a captive lover orders to beg for release were more than enough to fuel lurid images in his mind. He gave his own strangled moan as he curled up in the chair, his hand tightening again and beginning to move faster. So close… So close…
A sharply hissed curse made him open his eyes and look up, and that was it. The sight of his brother straddling the older man’s hips, head tossed back and eyes wide as his body arched and moved, was too much, and he savagely bit his lip to muffle a wail as he came, vision flaring white behind his eyelids.
He wasn’t sure what happened after that, too mentally incoherent to make anything out of the sounds in the room as his body went boneless and he slumped against the chair’s arms. When he finally recovered from the high and drop enough to lift his head again, Havoc lay on the bed in a panting and spent heap, untied, but still blindfolded.
It took a second, then he blinked and started to sit up. Wait… where was-
He nearly had a heart attack as arms slid around him from the side, but an affectionate nuzzle from his brother was enough to calm him into a contented sound as he relaxed into the chair-
-At least until lips brushed his ear and a low purr broke through the pleasant haze in his head. “So, baby brother. You think you’ll be ready to actually join us next time?”