Fic and Art - "Sexual Alchemy"
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rajTitle: Sexual Alchemy
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raja815
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters: Jean Havoc/Roy Mustang
Rating: NC-17 (for both art and fic)
Word Count: 265
Artist's Notes: Drawn forfanart100 for prompt #44 "Circle." Then drabbled to make sense of it. And yes, I made up the array, which is why it's bad. FMA is copyright Hiromu Arakawa.
Teaser:
Jean wasn't quite sure what Roy was up to, but the transmutation circle made him nervous.
1/100
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"Sexual Alchemy"
"I thought human transmutation was illegal, Boss?"
Roy snorted, and continued carefully tracing the circular array on the flat plane of Jean's belly. "Of course it is. But this isn't human transmutation."
"Could've fooled me, seeing as how I'm a human and all-"
Roy kissed him to make him quiet, and continued tracing. "No, this is as simple and harmless as the healing alchemy doctors use..." The pudding ran slightly, and Roy lapped at it to stop the array from being spoiled. "Do you know how pleasure works, Jean?"
Jean squirmed a bit under Roy's tongue. "Ah... I have a pretty good guess..."
Roy nipped at him and smeared more pudding onto his fingers. "Tiny bunches of nerves... all along the surface of your skin... corpuscles that send tiny waves of electric current up your spine..." He surveyed his work, licked a few stray drops, then brushed Jean's lips with his own. "...whenever something comes into contact with them. Unfortunately, it's almost impossible to simulate more than a comparative few of the millions in your body by mere touch alone, so..." He positioned himself between the other man's legs and lifted a finger. "...we rely on other means of amplification."
He touched the circle and warmth flared on Jean's stomach. He winced at the sudden flash of light, then looked down at himself expectantly. He frowned.
"Nothing happened, Boss."
Roy smirked. "Not yet, Lieutenant. But observe. With only the slightest stimulation..." And he lowered his head.
The resulting cry of pleasure from Havoc was sudden, sustained, and easily audible for at least a two-mile radius.
Author/Artist:
raja815Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters: Jean Havoc/Roy Mustang
Rating: NC-17 (for both art and fic)
Word Count: 265
Artist's Notes: Drawn for
fanart100 for prompt #44 "Circle." Then drabbled to make sense of it. And yes, I made up the array, which is why it's bad. FMA is copyright Hiromu Arakawa.Jean wasn't quite sure what Roy was up to, but the transmutation circle made him nervous.
1/100
***
"Sexual Alchemy"
"I thought human transmutation was illegal, Boss?"
Roy snorted, and continued carefully tracing the circular array on the flat plane of Jean's belly. "Of course it is. But this isn't human transmutation."
"Could've fooled me, seeing as how I'm a human and all-"
Roy kissed him to make him quiet, and continued tracing. "No, this is as simple and harmless as the healing alchemy doctors use..." The pudding ran slightly, and Roy lapped at it to stop the array from being spoiled. "Do you know how pleasure works, Jean?"
Jean squirmed a bit under Roy's tongue. "Ah... I have a pretty good guess..."
Roy nipped at him and smeared more pudding onto his fingers. "Tiny bunches of nerves... all along the surface of your skin... corpuscles that send tiny waves of electric current up your spine..." He surveyed his work, licked a few stray drops, then brushed Jean's lips with his own. "...whenever something comes into contact with them. Unfortunately, it's almost impossible to simulate more than a comparative few of the millions in your body by mere touch alone, so..." He positioned himself between the other man's legs and lifted a finger. "...we rely on other means of amplification."
He touched the circle and warmth flared on Jean's stomach. He winced at the sudden flash of light, then looked down at himself expectantly. He frowned.
"Nothing happened, Boss."
Roy smirked. "Not yet, Lieutenant. But observe. With only the slightest stimulation..." And he lowered his head.
The resulting cry of pleasure from Havoc was sudden, sustained, and easily audible for at least a two-mile radius.
