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rajTitle: ABC Kink - "D for Double Penetration"
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raja815
Character/Fandom: Roy Mustang/Jean Havoc/Heymans Breda. Fullmetal Alchemist.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 583
Warnings: Sexuality. Threesomes.
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist is © Hiromu Arakawa. I will make no capitol benefit from this.
for “Double Penetration”
Jean Havoc had never felt so shocked in all his life.
They were all drunk—of course they were drunk, there was no way in hell anything like this would’ve come up if they were sober—and sitting on Roy’s sofa, nursing the last of their beers when it had all come to light, as they say. A double unveiling, if you will. A quick slip of the tongue, and Roy had been gaping open-mouthed at the stories of all the late nights in their shared room in the Academy dorms, of kisses in their tent on their first campaign in Aurego, of helping hands in the showers after everyone else had finished and headed off to mess. In all their time together, it seemed Roy had never dreamed he had not been Jean’s first.
A second slip of the tongue and it was Heymans gaping at him, looking, as Roy had done, faintly betrayed at stories of hasty groping in the Colonel’s private office, phone sex when Havoc was away on patrol, ardent fucking when everyone suspected Roy was out with some woman instead. It seemed in all the time since they’d ended their affair, Heymans had never considered he had not been Jean’s only.
Jean tried to argue that neither of them had jack shit to say about seeing other people, and that anyway, it hadn't seemed to matter to them when he was going out with girls. Then he'd realized that placing bets on his blowing dates and purposefully sabotaging his relationships indicated that it probably had mattered. For a few minutes after that, Jean thought they’d all come to blows, or do something equally stupid that would expose them all, but eventually they hit on a suitable compromise. Apparently, Heymans had seen it in a pornographic film.
Jean watched in amazement as his current illicit lover and his oldest friend and first male partner had stripped, kissed, and begun to coat their erections with the tube of lubrication Roy kept under his couch cushion “in case of emergency.” He was fingering himself and moaning by the time they lay down on the floor, all thoughts of the future forgotten as he seemed to flit back and forth between his past and his present.
But then they were on the floor, with heads at opposite ends, legs arranged in overlapping, interlocking open V’s, their cocks pressed together. Then he’d gotten freaked out again.
It didn’t seem to matter much to them.
“Sit down, Lieutenant,” Roy purred, in the usual half-infuriating-half-ungodly-arousing voice he always used when he was alone with Havoc.
“Yeah, come on, Havo. Don’t puss out on us now,” Heymans said, in the same jocular double-dare-you way Havoc still remembered from his deliciously confusing eighteenth year.
So he straddled them, and moaned and felt tears well up at the almost unbearable pain of too much too fast. But he carried on, with their shared urging, moving slowly up and down on knees that shook with the effort. Heymans’ hands squeezed his ass in the way he’d always liked while Roy worked his cock, teasing him with the fast, quick flicks of fingers that were his and his alone.
Before too long, the alcohol and the lube began to kick in, and he moaned his pleasure, came across Roy’s hands, and collapsed back against Heymans’ comforting solidity. The three-way kiss that followed brought a satisfying dénouement.
4/26
See you guys tomorrow for letter E. :)
Author/Artist:
raja815Character/Fandom: Roy Mustang/Jean Havoc/Heymans Breda. Fullmetal Alchemist.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 583
Warnings: Sexuality. Threesomes.
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist is © Hiromu Arakawa. I will make no capitol benefit from this.
for “Double Penetration”Jean Havoc had never felt so shocked in all his life.
They were all drunk—of course they were drunk, there was no way in hell anything like this would’ve come up if they were sober—and sitting on Roy’s sofa, nursing the last of their beers when it had all come to light, as they say. A double unveiling, if you will. A quick slip of the tongue, and Roy had been gaping open-mouthed at the stories of all the late nights in their shared room in the Academy dorms, of kisses in their tent on their first campaign in Aurego, of helping hands in the showers after everyone else had finished and headed off to mess. In all their time together, it seemed Roy had never dreamed he had not been Jean’s first.
A second slip of the tongue and it was Heymans gaping at him, looking, as Roy had done, faintly betrayed at stories of hasty groping in the Colonel’s private office, phone sex when Havoc was away on patrol, ardent fucking when everyone suspected Roy was out with some woman instead. It seemed in all the time since they’d ended their affair, Heymans had never considered he had not been Jean’s only.
Jean tried to argue that neither of them had jack shit to say about seeing other people, and that anyway, it hadn't seemed to matter to them when he was going out with girls. Then he'd realized that placing bets on his blowing dates and purposefully sabotaging his relationships indicated that it probably had mattered. For a few minutes after that, Jean thought they’d all come to blows, or do something equally stupid that would expose them all, but eventually they hit on a suitable compromise. Apparently, Heymans had seen it in a pornographic film.
Jean watched in amazement as his current illicit lover and his oldest friend and first male partner had stripped, kissed, and begun to coat their erections with the tube of lubrication Roy kept under his couch cushion “in case of emergency.” He was fingering himself and moaning by the time they lay down on the floor, all thoughts of the future forgotten as he seemed to flit back and forth between his past and his present.
But then they were on the floor, with heads at opposite ends, legs arranged in overlapping, interlocking open V’s, their cocks pressed together. Then he’d gotten freaked out again.
It didn’t seem to matter much to them.
“Sit down, Lieutenant,” Roy purred, in the usual half-infuriating-half-ungodly-arousing voice he always used when he was alone with Havoc.
“Yeah, come on, Havo. Don’t puss out on us now,” Heymans said, in the same jocular double-dare-you way Havoc still remembered from his deliciously confusing eighteenth year.
So he straddled them, and moaned and felt tears well up at the almost unbearable pain of too much too fast. But he carried on, with their shared urging, moving slowly up and down on knees that shook with the effort. Heymans’ hands squeezed his ass in the way he’d always liked while Roy worked his cock, teasing him with the fast, quick flicks of fingers that were his and his alone.
Before too long, the alcohol and the lube began to kick in, and he moaned his pleasure, came across Roy’s hands, and collapsed back against Heymans’ comforting solidity. The three-way kiss that followed brought a satisfying dénouement.
4/26
See you guys tomorrow for letter E. :)
