Illusion
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Fullmetal Alchemist › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
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644
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Illusion
He always liked touching himself with his prosthetic hand, in the thought that it was someone else’s hand touching him like this.
It was always slow, deliberate strokes—nice and gentle…ohfuckyes like that. That’s how he would do it, probably. Slow and tender while whispering soft things in his ears…nonsense, something that should only be said to girls when they’re sobbing in the street but who gives a fuck? His hand would be on him and his mouth would be by his ear and his breath would be there, and it would just be perfect.
The only thing that would be better was if he had his mouth there, but the last time Ed tried simulating THAT it turned into an embarrassing incident with a wet washcloth that he’d rather not remember (that was also when he learned not to jerk off in the laundry room while Alfons was out shopping).
He wondered what would happen if he’d walk in on him, doing this? Seeing him flushed with his pants down on a toilet, using his flesh arm as support while his prosthetic went up and down, up and down…Would he stay? Or would he run?
How would he react if he knew that it was his hand that he really wanted?
Knowing Alfons, he’d probably just stare for a few minutes, try to be polite about it, and leave. Even if he was interested (the man threw him looks enough times, and his sexual preferences were delightfully questionable), he wasn’t the sort of man who would rush in straight away. Not like Ed, who if he saw Alfons touching himself as he moaned his name while quivering on a toilet seat, would most likely latch onto the man in a sexually-repressed burst of energy.
But what the hell made him so attractive, anyway? He was tall, sure, and broad-shouldered and nice to just about everyone he met. That and he was good at cooking, cleaning, and he took care of not just Ed, but the old couple downstairs, Frau Gracia’s store when she was busy, and just about everyone that came in his—
Though why the fuck would he want to…
…to fuck him? Fuck him senseless, shove his dick in the taller man’s ass and claim him, fucking him hard until both of them came everywhere?
It didn’t make sense.
Then again, when he was tugging himself like this, picturing that smile and those eyes on him, nothing really made sense.
God…
Shit…
Fuck…
He threw his head back, letting the sweat bead down his forehead and down his neck, his eyes shutting and his body just feeling the sensations, just feeling that buzz that had started in his stomach, becoming stronger and more insistent with each stroke.
He could feel it…
He was just so close…
“Alfons…Alfons, fuck…”
He sounded more like was wailing than he was moaning; he knew he probably should have been quiet, but Alfons took forever when he went out so there was no need to really. He could cry out all he wanted, almost sobbing into that hand as he became painfully…painfully close…
He just wanted to come, already.
“Al…fons…!”
Edward hadn’t even noticed that he had left the door partially open, or the wide-eyed Alfons staring in shock at him, hands quivering at the sight in front of his eyes.
It was always slow, deliberate strokes—nice and gentle…ohfuckyes like that. That’s how he would do it, probably. Slow and tender while whispering soft things in his ears…nonsense, something that should only be said to girls when they’re sobbing in the street but who gives a fuck? His hand would be on him and his mouth would be by his ear and his breath would be there, and it would just be perfect.
The only thing that would be better was if he had his mouth there, but the last time Ed tried simulating THAT it turned into an embarrassing incident with a wet washcloth that he’d rather not remember (that was also when he learned not to jerk off in the laundry room while Alfons was out shopping).
He wondered what would happen if he’d walk in on him, doing this? Seeing him flushed with his pants down on a toilet, using his flesh arm as support while his prosthetic went up and down, up and down…Would he stay? Or would he run?
How would he react if he knew that it was his hand that he really wanted?
Knowing Alfons, he’d probably just stare for a few minutes, try to be polite about it, and leave. Even if he was interested (the man threw him looks enough times, and his sexual preferences were delightfully questionable), he wasn’t the sort of man who would rush in straight away. Not like Ed, who if he saw Alfons touching himself as he moaned his name while quivering on a toilet seat, would most likely latch onto the man in a sexually-repressed burst of energy.
But what the hell made him so attractive, anyway? He was tall, sure, and broad-shouldered and nice to just about everyone he met. That and he was good at cooking, cleaning, and he took care of not just Ed, but the old couple downstairs, Frau Gracia’s store when she was busy, and just about everyone that came in his—
Though why the fuck would he want to…
…to fuck him? Fuck him senseless, shove his dick in the taller man’s ass and claim him, fucking him hard until both of them came everywhere?
It didn’t make sense.
Then again, when he was tugging himself like this, picturing that smile and those eyes on him, nothing really made sense.
God…
Shit…
Fuck…
He threw his head back, letting the sweat bead down his forehead and down his neck, his eyes shutting and his body just feeling the sensations, just feeling that buzz that had started in his stomach, becoming stronger and more insistent with each stroke.
He could feel it…
He was just so close…
“Alfons…Alfons, fuck…”
He sounded more like was wailing than he was moaning; he knew he probably should have been quiet, but Alfons took forever when he went out so there was no need to really. He could cry out all he wanted, almost sobbing into that hand as he became painfully…painfully close…
He just wanted to come, already.
“Al…fons…!”
Edward hadn’t even noticed that he had left the door partially open, or the wide-eyed Alfons staring in shock at him, hands quivering at the sight in front of his eyes.