Fic - "ABC Kink - K for Klismaphilia"
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rajTitle: ABC Kink - "K for Klismaphilia"
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raja815
Character/Fandom: Jean Havoc/Roy Mustang. Fullmetal Alchemist.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 661
Warnings: Sexuality. Enema play (with alcohol enemas.) Anal sex.
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist is © Hiromu Arakawa. I will make no capitol benefit from this.
Author's Notes: Klismaphilia is the technical term for a sexual interest in enemas.
for “Klismaphilia"
It always took them a while to drum up the courage, It was an odd game, they knew, and even now there was a degree of embarrassment that they both enjoyed it so much, but soon enough Jean excused himself to the kitchen to get the bag and other equipment together. He found the filled bag warming in a pan of hot water, the remainder of the wine bottle recorked, and the hard rubber nozzle drying on Roy’s dish rack and had to smile. His Colonel could be fastidious about the strangest things.
The usually used Roy’s coffee table for their game; it was a convenient height, very sturdy, and easier to clean than the bed in case of mishaps. By the time Jean returned, Roy had already spread the usual thick layer of towels over it, stripped, and lay down. Jean knelt, and Roy put his heels onto Jean’s shoulders and spread his knees wide. His cock, engorged but not yet erect, drooped downward like a thick arrow.
For the mixture, they used large amounts of cheap wine, water, and a dash of oil to make things slicker. Jean laid this mixture, pleasantly warm in its rubber bottle, onto Roy’s belly while he fingered lube into Roy’s asshole, and smiled when Roy glanced at it and gave him an imploring look.
“You ready, Roy?”
“Of course.”
The effect was all but instantaneous. Almost as soon as Jean inserted the nozzle (which Roy had altered alchemically from the plain, streamlined rubber to include a number of pleasurable studs and ridges) and began to squeeze the fluid into him, Roy’s legs slackened and an intoxicated luster hit his eyes. His head lolled sideways. He moaned, long and lusty, his cock firming and pointing skyward as the combination of stimulation at his anus and warm pressure against his prostate nearly sent him into orgasm.
“Does that feel good?” Jean asked. He stroked Roy’s thigh with his free hand, downward toward the juncture of his torso. Reaching the apex of his thigh, he thumbed Roy’s erection and earned another moan.
“…Good…” Roy managed, the word already sounding faintly slurred. “Very good… warm…”
Jean smiled, and leaned sideways to brush a few kisses to Roy’s calf. He began slowly rotating the nozzle as he squeezed, his body twanging with arousal as Roy began to whine. He writhed, languid from the alcohol, limbs flopping aimlessly, generally making an utter spectacle of himself and not caring in the slightest. The sight of his normally distinguished and authoritative commander so undignified and wanton sent Jean’s blood from hot to boiling.
“Be still,” Jean admonished, when he removed the applicator and Roy gasped his protest. “Don’t worry, Sir, you’ll get something better in a minute.”
“Hurry,” Roy urged, and Jean obliged, yanking his fly open and pushing into the unbelievably slick, wet heat. Roy came at the first thrust, and Jean leaned in to reward him with kisses while he rocked in and out, as fast as he liked. The enema left Roy so relaxed that Jean didn’t have to worry about hurting him (he often worried he did; Roy had never said anything, but there had been a few painful cringes that spoke volumes) and he used his peace of mind to their best advantage.
Roy could only hold the volume of liquid for so long—the alcohol made muscle control more difficult—but climax never took long once Jean started. The unusual warmth and slickness, as well as the occasional surges of fluid against the tight seal around his cock brought Jean off within moments. Even so, Roy often came a second time before Jean reached his own orgasm, an occurrence almost unheard of any other time, and this time they weren’t disappointed. They came together, and when it was over, Jean picked his near-exhausted Colonel up and carried him to the bathroom.
11/26
See you guys tomorrow for letter L. :)
Author/Artist:
raja815Character/Fandom: Jean Havoc/Roy Mustang. Fullmetal Alchemist.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 661
Warnings: Sexuality. Enema play (with alcohol enemas.) Anal sex.
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist is © Hiromu Arakawa. I will make no capitol benefit from this.
Author's Notes: Klismaphilia is the technical term for a sexual interest in enemas.
for “Klismaphilia"It always took them a while to drum up the courage, It was an odd game, they knew, and even now there was a degree of embarrassment that they both enjoyed it so much, but soon enough Jean excused himself to the kitchen to get the bag and other equipment together. He found the filled bag warming in a pan of hot water, the remainder of the wine bottle recorked, and the hard rubber nozzle drying on Roy’s dish rack and had to smile. His Colonel could be fastidious about the strangest things.
The usually used Roy’s coffee table for their game; it was a convenient height, very sturdy, and easier to clean than the bed in case of mishaps. By the time Jean returned, Roy had already spread the usual thick layer of towels over it, stripped, and lay down. Jean knelt, and Roy put his heels onto Jean’s shoulders and spread his knees wide. His cock, engorged but not yet erect, drooped downward like a thick arrow.
For the mixture, they used large amounts of cheap wine, water, and a dash of oil to make things slicker. Jean laid this mixture, pleasantly warm in its rubber bottle, onto Roy’s belly while he fingered lube into Roy’s asshole, and smiled when Roy glanced at it and gave him an imploring look.
“You ready, Roy?”
“Of course.”
The effect was all but instantaneous. Almost as soon as Jean inserted the nozzle (which Roy had altered alchemically from the plain, streamlined rubber to include a number of pleasurable studs and ridges) and began to squeeze the fluid into him, Roy’s legs slackened and an intoxicated luster hit his eyes. His head lolled sideways. He moaned, long and lusty, his cock firming and pointing skyward as the combination of stimulation at his anus and warm pressure against his prostate nearly sent him into orgasm.
“Does that feel good?” Jean asked. He stroked Roy’s thigh with his free hand, downward toward the juncture of his torso. Reaching the apex of his thigh, he thumbed Roy’s erection and earned another moan.
“…Good…” Roy managed, the word already sounding faintly slurred. “Very good… warm…”
Jean smiled, and leaned sideways to brush a few kisses to Roy’s calf. He began slowly rotating the nozzle as he squeezed, his body twanging with arousal as Roy began to whine. He writhed, languid from the alcohol, limbs flopping aimlessly, generally making an utter spectacle of himself and not caring in the slightest. The sight of his normally distinguished and authoritative commander so undignified and wanton sent Jean’s blood from hot to boiling.
“Be still,” Jean admonished, when he removed the applicator and Roy gasped his protest. “Don’t worry, Sir, you’ll get something better in a minute.”
“Hurry,” Roy urged, and Jean obliged, yanking his fly open and pushing into the unbelievably slick, wet heat. Roy came at the first thrust, and Jean leaned in to reward him with kisses while he rocked in and out, as fast as he liked. The enema left Roy so relaxed that Jean didn’t have to worry about hurting him (he often worried he did; Roy had never said anything, but there had been a few painful cringes that spoke volumes) and he used his peace of mind to their best advantage.
Roy could only hold the volume of liquid for so long—the alcohol made muscle control more difficult—but climax never took long once Jean started. The unusual warmth and slickness, as well as the occasional surges of fluid against the tight seal around his cock brought Jean off within moments. Even so, Roy often came a second time before Jean reached his own orgasm, an occurrence almost unheard of any other time, and this time they weren’t disappointed. They came together, and when it was over, Jean picked his near-exhausted Colonel up and carried him to the bathroom.
11/26
See you guys tomorrow for letter L. :)
