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Fic - "You'll Never Scream So Loud"
Title: You'll Never Scream So Loud
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raja815
Pairing/Fandom: Roy/Jean, FMA
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1802
Warnings Shameless PWP. Spanking. Rimming. Dominance/submission. Powerplay. Rough sex.
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist is © Hiromu Arakawa. I will make no capitol benefit from this.
Author's Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
30_lemons for prompt #16. "Teacher Hit Me With A Ruler." This is rough, but entirely consensual, D/s sex. :)
Written for, and dedicated entirely to, my darlinggaluxkitty. I loved writing it for you and hope you loved reading it. <3
His fingers curled into the thin, scratchy duvet beneath him, pulling it from the flat pillows and tangling it around his arms in a puddle of folds and creases. He shuddered, the tingling wash of pain moving through him, making Jean Havoc whimper softly.
Behind him, Roy Mustang answered with a clipped growl, running his nails over Havoc’s reddened skin. He watched his Lieutenant, crouched on the bed before him, shudder at the sensation, the muscles in his thighs and ass tense and shaking. As he brushed a particularly sensitized spot, Havoc gasped, and Roy watched him grasp the blanket even tighter. Roy’s fingers flexed, leaving deeper red marks in tiny half-moon shapes as Havoc drew a ragged, painful breath.
“Sir…” he moaned, rocking back against his commander’s fingers, desperately, almost begging.
“No talking, Havoc,” Roy replied, and reeled his hand back for another blow.
It connected with a sharp smack, the flat sound of flesh on flesh drowned in Havoc’s thick groan of pain. He shuddered again, pulling the blankets so hard the fitted sheet pulled free, exposing the aged, stained corner of the mattress. When Roy spanked again, the blow falling precisely on the previous mark, he pulled it further. One of the pillows toppled to the floor.
The cheap bed frame groaned in protest as Havoc lurched forward, but Roy hardly noticed, pulling back for a harder smack. Across the room, beyond their shared suitcase and the unused hotel cot protocol had forced him to request, the wall above the sink was mirrored, and despite the cracks and stains on the silvering he caught his reflection, hair wet, chest dripping sweat, erection visible even through the blue military issue pants he still wore, arm drawn back over Havoc’s ass, which was marked all over with burning red imprints from Roy’s own hand.
He dropped his hand, once again tracing over the abused skin with almost delicate touch, feeling his erection throb as even that gentle friction caused Havoc to twitch and whimper. He slid the tip of a finger down, teasing at Havoc's asshole and biting back a whimper when Havoc sobbed and rocked back.
“Sir,” Havoc moaned again, “please…” He was panting, dripping sweat, writhing slightly, tears beading at the corners of his eyes from both the burning pain of his Colonel’s spanking and the tight throbbing of his balls.
“Please…” Roy echoed in a smug whisper, sliding his fingers farther down, leaving his thumb to tease at Havoc’s asshole, inserting it as far as the base of the nail with the slickness of sweat. While Havoc writhed, trying to push back against the teasing strokes, Roy’s fingers brushed over Havoc’s balls, all wrinkled and tight against his body with his desperation for release, their dusting of coarse blond hair sticky and wet. “Please what, Havoc?” He leaned forward when he whispered it, raking his nails along the other man’s back, watching red lines to match the marks on his ass spring up along his back in their wake.
“F-fuck me,” Havoc whimpered, lowing his face to the bed below him and wriggling his legs apart, gasping at the sharp wrenches of pain from his abused skin as he did so. “Please, fuck me, please, need you now please—”
“You’re making an utter spectacle of yourself, Lieutenant,” Roy scolded, and pulled his hand away to an agonized moan from the man beneath him, brushing fingers down Havoc’s thighs to the wet patch of precum on the blanket beneath him. “And an utter mess of the bed…” He smirked, letting Havoc catch the expression in the mirror, and flicked his thumb over the tip of Havoc’s cock, a string of moisture clinging to his finger as he pulled away from his Lieutenant’s desperate thrust. He licked it away, smiling at the salty taste as he delivered a final smack to Havoc’s temptingly spread asscheeks. “What are we going to do with you?”
“S… Sir, I—” Havoc gasped, struggling for an answer that might earn him some relief. His erection ached, feeling for all the world like skin stretched over stone, and he could think of nothing else, forming no words but another gasp of, “please, Sir, please…”
“Stop that, Lieutenant,” Roy admonished, this time placing a soft but stinging slap of his two fingers against Havoc’s balls, nearly losing his own control as Havoc’s frenzied whimpers crescendoed to a shout. “Be quiet. You’ll wake up the whole hotel.”
“Sir, I’m sorry, I… ahh-ahh-ahh, please Sir please yes Roy please now yes yes yes!”
Roy had bent forward, tracing the swollen red marks from his hands with his tongue, digging his thumbs into Jean’s skin as he spread his ass apart and licked, tongue broad and flat, up and down the pink skin around his asshole. Beneath him he felt Havoc’s muscles tensing, his body shaking, and felt the blanket move beneath him as the soldier griped it even more tightly. After a moment he nipped lightly, rewarding Havoc’s sharp whine with harder, faster licks, teasing the puckered skin and finally sliding his tongue into him.
Havoc sobbed desperately, trying to pull breath around the pounding of blood in his chest, rocking himself back and forth as Roy tongue-fucked him, sliding deeper and deeper in, slicking him and squeezing him and making his fingers curl so hard that his nails cut into his palm even through his fistfuls of blanket. Dimly, he felt wetness trickling down his thighs, some combination of spit and sweat and precum, felt the knobby duvet clutched between even his toes, and, much more clearly, heard the first noises of desperation and want from his Colonel—sharp moans that vibrated through his tongue and made Havoc’s balls throb.
When Roy pulled away to finally undo his zipper and stroke lube from the open tube beside them onto his cock, he was shaking himself, biting his cheek to keep from betraying his own need. He gave the other man’s cock a few more teasing flicks of his fingers as he did so, coating them in precum as Havoc moaned beneath him.
“Havoc…” he prompted once he’d finished, voice low and rumbling as he kneeled on the bed behind him, cockhead positioned against Havoc’s asshole.
“Fuck me, Sir,” Havoc moaned, and Roy reached forward, brushing his fingers, sticky with Havoc’s own precum, against the man’s lips.
“Good boy,” he purred, and slid into Havoc’s body with a gasp, just as Havoc sucked Roy’s fingers into his mouth, moaning as he licked his own taste away from them, rocking back onto his superior’s cock.
Roy moaned, free hand clenched at Havoc’s shoulder, pushing himself deep into Havoc’s body. It was rough, raw, hard, tight, the heat from Havoc’s reddened ass burning against his body as he rested, fully inside him, panting and shaking, blood in his mouth as he bit his tongue in an effort not to scream and moan and humiliate himself by finishing too early when he’d gone so long so perfectly in control.
He felt Havoc moan as sure as he heard it, sheathed so deep inside him with the man sucking so hard on his fingers, and he responded, rocking out and thrusting back, hard, making Havoc shudder with the force of it, opening his mouth to gasp and freeing Roy’s hand to wrap around Havoc’s long-neglected erection. The gesture was met with a groan of pure relief.
“Oh, Sir,” he moaned, “Oh, Roy… mmm! Roy!”
“You like that,” Roy whispered, pumping him harder, fisting his other hand in Havoc’s tangled, sweaty shock of blond hair, thrusting into him so hard that he felt the bed sliding a bit on the floor.
“More,” Havoc whimpered, and Roy obliged, relishing the way Havoc’s muscled tensed when he brushed the recently abused skin of his buttocks. “More, harder, please, Roy… please, I need—” He cut himself off with a sharp, desperate whine, and Roy gasped as he felt Havoc’s muscles tense, and saw his face in the mirror tense in a failing effort to hold off. “Roy… oh, Roy, please…”
“Cum for me,” Roy moaned, the site of his Lieutenant hovering so near the edge almost too much to bear.
“I…I—” He moaned again, body shuddering and face all tight-knit with need and fuck…
“Cum for me,” he whispered again, eyes locked on Havoc’s reflection, and god, was it even possible he was still holding back? “Cum for me… oh, Jean, oh, please I want to feel you—”
And with that he did, crying out in breathless shouts of Roy Roy Roy oh Roy and spasming under him, spurt after spurt of thick, pearly cum coating the blankets and his chest and Roy’s still pumping fingers, his face contorting and red and absolutely fucking beautiful as he screamed for Roy until, completely spent, his arms went out from under him and he collapsed to the bed, just managing to keep his head held up enough to watch his Colonel pull out of him, shuddering as he took himself in hand, pumped once, twice, a third time, and came, all dignity and control tossed aside as he shamelessly spilled himself, striping Havoc’s vivid red skin with streaks of gleaming white.
It took a minute for Roy to come back to himself, but when he did, as the pleasant gray fog of orgasm lifted, he crept forward a bit and lay down, resting his head beside Havoc’s on one of the furrows of blanket the man still held in his fists.
“Havoc?” He whispered. “Jean? All right?”
Silence for a moment, then Havoc’s raspy, exhausted (and defiantly sated if Roy did say so himself) voice burst into a quiet laugh. “I’m good, boss. Not exactly going to run the marathon anytime soon…”
“Hmph,” Roy snorted, but smiled. He reached over to stroke Havoc’s cheek, and smiled when the other man turned to face him, blue eyes exhausted but shining, face streaked with sweat, tears, and spit, but still grinning that lopsided grin of his as Roy closed their distance and kissed him.
“Want to take a shower?” Roy asked after a few moments, hiding a yawn behind the words.
“Tomorrow,” Jean said, and indicated the blanket with a shake of his fist. “No point tonight, if we’re just going to sleep on this.”
“What will the chambermaids say?” Roy smiled, and began to awkwardly shuffle the two of them under the cleaner portions of the sheet.
Jean winced as he covered them, despite his careful positioning of himself on his belly. “No deskwork for me for a few days, Boss, if you don’t mind.”
“Noted, Lieutenant.”
“Heh.” He smiled, curling an arm over Roy’s chest. “A little overenthusiastic tonight, I guess. Think anybody heard us?”
“Undoubtedly.” Roy grinned wickedly. “I’ve certainly never heard you scream so loud.”
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FIN.
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Author:
raja815Pairing/Fandom: Roy/Jean, FMA
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1802
Warnings Shameless PWP. Spanking. Rimming. Dominance/submission. Powerplay. Rough sex.
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist is © Hiromu Arakawa. I will make no capitol benefit from this.
Author's Notes: Written for
30_lemons for prompt #16. "Teacher Hit Me With A Ruler." This is rough, but entirely consensual, D/s sex. :) Written for, and dedicated entirely to, my darling
galuxkitty. I loved writing it for you and hope you loved reading it. <3His fingers curled into the thin, scratchy duvet beneath him, pulling it from the flat pillows and tangling it around his arms in a puddle of folds and creases. He shuddered, the tingling wash of pain moving through him, making Jean Havoc whimper softly.
Behind him, Roy Mustang answered with a clipped growl, running his nails over Havoc’s reddened skin. He watched his Lieutenant, crouched on the bed before him, shudder at the sensation, the muscles in his thighs and ass tense and shaking. As he brushed a particularly sensitized spot, Havoc gasped, and Roy watched him grasp the blanket even tighter. Roy’s fingers flexed, leaving deeper red marks in tiny half-moon shapes as Havoc drew a ragged, painful breath.
“Sir…” he moaned, rocking back against his commander’s fingers, desperately, almost begging.
“No talking, Havoc,” Roy replied, and reeled his hand back for another blow.
It connected with a sharp smack, the flat sound of flesh on flesh drowned in Havoc’s thick groan of pain. He shuddered again, pulling the blankets so hard the fitted sheet pulled free, exposing the aged, stained corner of the mattress. When Roy spanked again, the blow falling precisely on the previous mark, he pulled it further. One of the pillows toppled to the floor.
The cheap bed frame groaned in protest as Havoc lurched forward, but Roy hardly noticed, pulling back for a harder smack. Across the room, beyond their shared suitcase and the unused hotel cot protocol had forced him to request, the wall above the sink was mirrored, and despite the cracks and stains on the silvering he caught his reflection, hair wet, chest dripping sweat, erection visible even through the blue military issue pants he still wore, arm drawn back over Havoc’s ass, which was marked all over with burning red imprints from Roy’s own hand.
He dropped his hand, once again tracing over the abused skin with almost delicate touch, feeling his erection throb as even that gentle friction caused Havoc to twitch and whimper. He slid the tip of a finger down, teasing at Havoc's asshole and biting back a whimper when Havoc sobbed and rocked back.
“Sir,” Havoc moaned again, “please…” He was panting, dripping sweat, writhing slightly, tears beading at the corners of his eyes from both the burning pain of his Colonel’s spanking and the tight throbbing of his balls.
“Please…” Roy echoed in a smug whisper, sliding his fingers farther down, leaving his thumb to tease at Havoc’s asshole, inserting it as far as the base of the nail with the slickness of sweat. While Havoc writhed, trying to push back against the teasing strokes, Roy’s fingers brushed over Havoc’s balls, all wrinkled and tight against his body with his desperation for release, their dusting of coarse blond hair sticky and wet. “Please what, Havoc?” He leaned forward when he whispered it, raking his nails along the other man’s back, watching red lines to match the marks on his ass spring up along his back in their wake.
“F-fuck me,” Havoc whimpered, lowing his face to the bed below him and wriggling his legs apart, gasping at the sharp wrenches of pain from his abused skin as he did so. “Please, fuck me, please, need you now please—”
“You’re making an utter spectacle of yourself, Lieutenant,” Roy scolded, and pulled his hand away to an agonized moan from the man beneath him, brushing fingers down Havoc’s thighs to the wet patch of precum on the blanket beneath him. “And an utter mess of the bed…” He smirked, letting Havoc catch the expression in the mirror, and flicked his thumb over the tip of Havoc’s cock, a string of moisture clinging to his finger as he pulled away from his Lieutenant’s desperate thrust. He licked it away, smiling at the salty taste as he delivered a final smack to Havoc’s temptingly spread asscheeks. “What are we going to do with you?”
“S… Sir, I—” Havoc gasped, struggling for an answer that might earn him some relief. His erection ached, feeling for all the world like skin stretched over stone, and he could think of nothing else, forming no words but another gasp of, “please, Sir, please…”
“Stop that, Lieutenant,” Roy admonished, this time placing a soft but stinging slap of his two fingers against Havoc’s balls, nearly losing his own control as Havoc’s frenzied whimpers crescendoed to a shout. “Be quiet. You’ll wake up the whole hotel.”
“Sir, I’m sorry, I… ahh-ahh-ahh, please Sir please yes Roy please now yes yes yes!”
Roy had bent forward, tracing the swollen red marks from his hands with his tongue, digging his thumbs into Jean’s skin as he spread his ass apart and licked, tongue broad and flat, up and down the pink skin around his asshole. Beneath him he felt Havoc’s muscles tensing, his body shaking, and felt the blanket move beneath him as the soldier griped it even more tightly. After a moment he nipped lightly, rewarding Havoc’s sharp whine with harder, faster licks, teasing the puckered skin and finally sliding his tongue into him.
Havoc sobbed desperately, trying to pull breath around the pounding of blood in his chest, rocking himself back and forth as Roy tongue-fucked him, sliding deeper and deeper in, slicking him and squeezing him and making his fingers curl so hard that his nails cut into his palm even through his fistfuls of blanket. Dimly, he felt wetness trickling down his thighs, some combination of spit and sweat and precum, felt the knobby duvet clutched between even his toes, and, much more clearly, heard the first noises of desperation and want from his Colonel—sharp moans that vibrated through his tongue and made Havoc’s balls throb.
When Roy pulled away to finally undo his zipper and stroke lube from the open tube beside them onto his cock, he was shaking himself, biting his cheek to keep from betraying his own need. He gave the other man’s cock a few more teasing flicks of his fingers as he did so, coating them in precum as Havoc moaned beneath him.
“Havoc…” he prompted once he’d finished, voice low and rumbling as he kneeled on the bed behind him, cockhead positioned against Havoc’s asshole.
“Fuck me, Sir,” Havoc moaned, and Roy reached forward, brushing his fingers, sticky with Havoc’s own precum, against the man’s lips.
“Good boy,” he purred, and slid into Havoc’s body with a gasp, just as Havoc sucked Roy’s fingers into his mouth, moaning as he licked his own taste away from them, rocking back onto his superior’s cock.
Roy moaned, free hand clenched at Havoc’s shoulder, pushing himself deep into Havoc’s body. It was rough, raw, hard, tight, the heat from Havoc’s reddened ass burning against his body as he rested, fully inside him, panting and shaking, blood in his mouth as he bit his tongue in an effort not to scream and moan and humiliate himself by finishing too early when he’d gone so long so perfectly in control.
He felt Havoc moan as sure as he heard it, sheathed so deep inside him with the man sucking so hard on his fingers, and he responded, rocking out and thrusting back, hard, making Havoc shudder with the force of it, opening his mouth to gasp and freeing Roy’s hand to wrap around Havoc’s long-neglected erection. The gesture was met with a groan of pure relief.
“Oh, Sir,” he moaned, “Oh, Roy… mmm! Roy!”
“You like that,” Roy whispered, pumping him harder, fisting his other hand in Havoc’s tangled, sweaty shock of blond hair, thrusting into him so hard that he felt the bed sliding a bit on the floor.
“More,” Havoc whimpered, and Roy obliged, relishing the way Havoc’s muscled tensed when he brushed the recently abused skin of his buttocks. “More, harder, please, Roy… please, I need—” He cut himself off with a sharp, desperate whine, and Roy gasped as he felt Havoc’s muscles tense, and saw his face in the mirror tense in a failing effort to hold off. “Roy… oh, Roy, please…”
“Cum for me,” Roy moaned, the site of his Lieutenant hovering so near the edge almost too much to bear.
“I…I—” He moaned again, body shuddering and face all tight-knit with need and fuck…
“Cum for me,” he whispered again, eyes locked on Havoc’s reflection, and god, was it even possible he was still holding back? “Cum for me… oh, Jean, oh, please I want to feel you—”
And with that he did, crying out in breathless shouts of Roy Roy Roy oh Roy and spasming under him, spurt after spurt of thick, pearly cum coating the blankets and his chest and Roy’s still pumping fingers, his face contorting and red and absolutely fucking beautiful as he screamed for Roy until, completely spent, his arms went out from under him and he collapsed to the bed, just managing to keep his head held up enough to watch his Colonel pull out of him, shuddering as he took himself in hand, pumped once, twice, a third time, and came, all dignity and control tossed aside as he shamelessly spilled himself, striping Havoc’s vivid red skin with streaks of gleaming white.
It took a minute for Roy to come back to himself, but when he did, as the pleasant gray fog of orgasm lifted, he crept forward a bit and lay down, resting his head beside Havoc’s on one of the furrows of blanket the man still held in his fists.
“Havoc?” He whispered. “Jean? All right?”
Silence for a moment, then Havoc’s raspy, exhausted (and defiantly sated if Roy did say so himself) voice burst into a quiet laugh. “I’m good, boss. Not exactly going to run the marathon anytime soon…”
“Hmph,” Roy snorted, but smiled. He reached over to stroke Havoc’s cheek, and smiled when the other man turned to face him, blue eyes exhausted but shining, face streaked with sweat, tears, and spit, but still grinning that lopsided grin of his as Roy closed their distance and kissed him.
“Want to take a shower?” Roy asked after a few moments, hiding a yawn behind the words.
“Tomorrow,” Jean said, and indicated the blanket with a shake of his fist. “No point tonight, if we’re just going to sleep on this.”
“What will the chambermaids say?” Roy smiled, and began to awkwardly shuffle the two of them under the cleaner portions of the sheet.
Jean winced as he covered them, despite his careful positioning of himself on his belly. “No deskwork for me for a few days, Boss, if you don’t mind.”
“Noted, Lieutenant.”
“Heh.” He smiled, curling an arm over Roy’s chest. “A little overenthusiastic tonight, I guess. Think anybody heard us?”
“Undoubtedly.” Roy grinned wickedly. “I’ve certainly never heard you scream so loud.”
FIN.
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