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scriveynerFandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Reverse'verse
Characters/Pairing: Ed/Rian
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 1408
Summary: Winry sent some magic their way.
The package had come from East City. Rian had been the one to sign for it, because it was shipped to Edward's apartment instead of to the office. It was a rare package that Edward had delivered directly to his home, usually something he didn't want the military to stick their nose into.
Rian hadn't bothered with going into the office that day – Edward promised an early evening off, they were going to go out to a nice restaurant for once – (“Red sauce and pasta,” Edward had argued, to which Rian replied, “Steak.” Rian won) and he didn't want to get too involved in something in the interim.
Also, Rian had just recently discovered that Edward liked to be fucked almost as much as he liked to fuck, and he had been entertaining the notion of fucking the colonel in his own office. He wasn't quite tall enough to bend Edward over his own desk, but someday....
It was probably best that Rian stayed at home today.
The package sat on the kitchen table while Rian cleaned up the remains of both breakfast and lunch. He hadn't paid that much attention to it – while Edward getting packages wasn't common, it wasn't uncommon, either. All the same, his eyes kept drifting to it as he dried dishes.
He wasn't nosy. Okay, maybe he was nosy, but Edward never really gave him shit for snooping around (probably because he cleaned up things as he went). Most of the time Edward's packages were books anyway, so it shouldn't be THAT big of a deal if he went ahead and opened the package. Besides, it came from East City, it probably was just a replacement automail part.
Rian sat at the table and stared at the box, tapping his fingers on the side of his head. If it was something particularly sensitive, he could always alchemy the box sealed again.
That made up his mind. Rian turned the box toward him and without hesitation tore it open. Though the outside of the box was addressed to Edward, the box inside was addressed to Rian. He started, surprised, and pulled out the box. There was a note attached, bearing his name.
Rian, the note read. You two are officially my guinea pigs. Let me know how this works out. -Winry.
Rian blinked at the note, then opened the smaller box. With a smile, he picked up the metal dildo and inspected it. At least now he knew what he was doing with his afternoon…
Rian flopped on his back onto the bed he shared with Edward. It was still unmade from the morning, when Edward had rolled grumpily out of bed and Rian burrowed down into the blankets, complaining muzzily about Edward letting all the cold air in.
He held the dildo out before him. He knew what it was, of course, even if he'd never really played with one before. It felt kind of weird to be contemplating fooling around with something without Edward there with him. He ran his fingers over the bumpy surface and his fingers brushed a switch. Rian frowned and toggled it, and to his surprise the entire thing began a steady, rhythmic vibration.
Winry was a genius.
Rian fiddled with the switch, but there wasn't really a way to regulate the vibration, just an on or an off setting. He laid the vibrating dildo down across his clothed groin and groaned, feeling the rush of blood moving southward in a hurry. Edward was going to be so upset he missed this.
It had taken Edward everything short of making a plea bargain to get the hell out of the office before two o'clock in the afternoon. He'd regret it come Monday, he knew, but right now it was a Friday afternoon, he was free, and he had an expectant boyfriend waiting for him right now to take him out to eat good food and then have extremely noisy sex with.
Edward let himself in the front door and frowned. Usually Rian was right there waiting for him with a kiss and maybe a welcome-home grope, but there was neither. Edward heeled off his boots and unhooked his military jacket, grateful that today he'd worn a tee shirt under the jacket instead of his usual collared shirt.
Rian's absence bothered him, but as he opened the door to the bedroom he quickly found the reason. Rian was kneeling on the edge of the bed, his ass in the air, and panting into the bedspread. He was only wearing a black tee shirt, stuck to his body with sweat, and he was enthusiastically fucking himself with a silver, vibrating dildo.
Edward's jaw unhinged.
Rian turned his face against the mattress, gasping out loud. He was gripping the sheets with one hand, jaw tight as he shifted, spreading his legs a little more and speeding the timing of his thrusts. His cock was leaking onto the mattress, swaying with the timing of his thrusts, heavy and primed for orgasm. However Rian wasn't laying a finger on it, instead gripping the sheets and whining, hips jerking involuntarily when the angle of his strokes must have hit his prostrate.
Edward was hard. He didn't have to touch himself to check although the fingers of his automail hand slid to his crotch without conscious thought. He couldn't decide what he wanted to do more, touch Rian or wait for him to bring himself off.
Rian twisted on the bed, one knee almost sliding off the edge of the mattress and he turned his face toward the door. He didn't seem surprised to see Edward there, watching him, his face was flushed as red as it could get anyway. He pulled the dildo out and presented his ass to Edward and he groaned breathlessly. “Fuck, colonel, please, I want you-”
Edward crossed the room in two strides, already unsnapping his trousers. He was so hard it hurt just that quickly, and he pressed the head of his cock against Rian's ass. Rian let off a noise that was absolutely obscene into the mattress as Edward filled him easily, one hand flailing back to grip Edward's hip a moment, fingers digging through the heavy material.
He had penetrated so easily... that meant that Rian had stretched himself. The thought made Edward grip Rian's sides tighter and Rian pushed back against him. “Fuck, fuck me,” Rian was begging, the words caught somewhere in a stream of pure nonsense as he ground back against Edward.
On the fourth or fifth stroke Rian moaned and came hard, his entire body jerking with the orgasm. Edward gripped him firmly, one knee on the bed but he didn't slow his strokes. Rian was clamping down on him with the orgasm and that was all it took for Edward to release as well.
Rian slumped when Edward released him, flopping bonelessly to the bed and letting out a long, low moan. “Shit,” Edward gasped, breathing hard himself, before leaning over Rian's back and brushing the hair away from the back of his neck, kissing the nape since Rian hadn't stirred yet.
“Holy shit,” Edward murmured. “You are fucking hot kid, you know that?” He leaned over Rian's prone body and retrieved the still vibrating dildo, before flipping the switch. “Winry's latest creation, huh?”
“Yeah,” Rian groaned. “F-fuck I feel like all my bones have turned to jelly.”
Edward slid over him and sat back on the bed, before realizing he'd sat in a wet patch and grimacing, his trousers already decorated with their fluids. “How many times did you come?”
Rian still was face-down. “That made three.”
“Shit,” Edward said. “You better still have some energy left over for tonight, because I will be very disappointed if you've already fucked yourself out.”
“Nn,” Rian said, and turned his head. “Even if I am, I can always use that on you.”
Edward made a noise that might have sounded a bit desperate. “I won't beg,” Edward warned him, looming over Rian. Rian rolled himself, finally, so he could tug Edward down into a proper kiss.
“Yeah,” Rian said when they parted, his dark eyes sultry. “You will.”
