Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairings: Hughes/Roy/Gracia, Roy/Gracia, Hughes/Roy, Hughes/Gracia
Type: Het, Yaoi, light humor
Warnings: Smut, language
Summary: Maes and Gracia decide they’d like to add a new element to their sex life—Roy Mustang.
The First Time
He licked his lips lustily, but still he remained where he was. This was Maes’s wife, after all... It all just seemed so... well, wrong... But it wasn’t as if someone had dragged him here unwillingly, but he still couldn’t push aside that nagging feeling of wrongness.
Gracia smiled at him in a way that made him believe she knew exactly what was going on with him, and this left him feeling embarrassed. After all, it wasn’t every day you had sex with your best friend’s wife...
Her hips swayed seductively as she moved toward him, and he could feel the heat in his groin flare up hot and consuming. Normally, she dressed so conservatively, and he never would have guessed such delicacies were hidden away, but tonight... well,
When she was close, Gracia reached up and gently touched his cheek. “Don’t be nervous,” she whispered with a small smile.
“I’m not nervous,” he said, pleased that his voice sounded firm and sure, even if he didn’t really feel that way.
The smirk she gave him was one that he never would have thought to see on her lips, and her hand slid down his face, to his neck, then down the shirt covering his chest and stomach, and a moment later his eyes widened slightly when her hand pressed against his groin. His breathing quickened and he rocked his hips, grinding his erection against her hand and suddenly wishing that he could feel her fingers against his skin rather than the pressure behind his pants.
He wanted to touch her... wanted to feel her and... But was this really okay? Her face and actions said it was, but... Again he looked away as if for help, for some sign that he should stop, but when none came, he turned back to her.
“Is this really okay?” he asked quietly—nervously. She’d said it was, but he just needed her to say it one more time. He just needed her to calm his doubts...
Instead of answering him verbally, Gracia reached down and grabbed his hand. She brought it up and pressed it against one of her breasts before looking up at him through thick eyelashes.
She moaned and the next moment he could feel a hand against the back of his head; her fingers threading through his hair and pressing him closer.
He touched them gently as he moved his head away from her chest and looked into her face. She smirked a little and said, “Do you treat all your women so tenderly?”
“I’m not a virgin,” she said seductively. “I don’t need an introduction. I want what you give all the other women you’ve been with.”
He stared hesitantly at her for a moment. It wasn’t that she wasn’t attractive or sexy, because she was, but he was always so used to treating her... well, like a lady... Of course, he’d never been in a situation like this with her...
Wrapping her arms around his neck, Gracia pressed her body against his and said, “I want you to fuck me, not make love to me.”
She grinned and purred, “I want you to fuck me, Roy Mustang.”
He tilted his pelvis so that his cock ground against her pussy and let out a low growl deep in his throat. He loved dirty talk, and for some reason, getting it from her, of all people, was even more arousing. Well, if she wanted it rough, he’d do his best to fulfill that desire.
She grinned at him and said breathily, “Fuck me hard and deep. I want it. I’m so wet and ready for you...” After he pulled the lingerie off of her,
“So you like it like this? You want to be screwed like all the other tramps I’ve fucked?” he asked lustily as he pulled the pants down to his knees. Truth be told, he’d only ever had sex with a few women, but he’d built his spy network on an image that countered that truth so neatly that he doubted many people would believe him if he decided to ever disclose that tidbit of information.
She smirked and eyed his body greedily. “Take off your shirt too,” she said.
He obeyed without thought, and she licked her lips. “Like what you see?” he asked confidently.
She sat up a little and touched her fingers to his chest. “Oh yes...” she murmured, then wrapped her arms around his neck and lay back down, pulling him with her. When his naked chest pressed against hers, she moaned and slid her hands from his neck, down his back, and then to his ass.
“Fuck me,” she begged loudly. “I want you inside of me! I want your cock!”
All reserve gone now, he positioned himself and thrust inside of her making her let out a, ‘ahh’ sound. He thrust again, and again, feeling the pressure build, then suddenly there was a loud creaking, followed by a crunching sound, then the coffee table gave way and they crashed heavily to the floor. They both grunted as he fell hard on top of her, but the fact that they’d just destroyed what they were screwing on only served to turn him on even more.
“Um...” she said, reaching over and touching one of the broken pieces. Ignoring her concern,
“I’m an alchemist. I can fix it,” he grunted, then pressed his lips against hers in an effort to bring her back to the moment. Reaching his hands up,
Their bodies began to sweat with the exertion and they both moved easily with the natural lubricant. He moaned as her hips bucked up over and over again. Suddenly, all of the sensations came to a point as he climaxed hard; causing him to squeeze tightly on her breasts and let out a panting groan.
His mind began to clear from the lust induced fog and he cringed as he realized how quickly he’d cum.
Letting his body sag down on hers,
She laughed lightly and pinched his butt cheek. “Don’t worry. We have all night for you to satisfy me. Besides, there’s something extremely sexy about being handled in such a way. At least I know you enjoyed it.”
He lifted himself up on an elbow and shook his head. “I don’t usually cum that fast...” he said, still embarrassed that he’d been so thoughtless, and that he’d let his passions take such a strong hold on him. It was the first time in a long while that he hadn’t needed to rely on his own hand for pleasure, and he’d almost forgotten how amazing it was.
“It was just that this was really arousing...”
“You can say that again,” said Maes, and Roy glanced over to where the man was sitting on the couch; cum-covered hand wrapped around his now softening cock. With a small, embarrassed smile,
He glanced over at Maes, who was looking at both him and Gracia with a lazy grin, and suddenly
A/N: I originally wrote this prologue about two years ago and had meant it for a oneshot, but then I got an idea for this story and I just sort of put it aside because, well, I didn’t need another WIP, and because I liked the idea of it being sort of a surprise that Hughes was there at the end, but with the WIP story idea, I couldn’t do that.
Every now and then I would take this out, play with it, ho-hum about what I wanted to do with it, then put it away without doing anything. I’d even considered putting it in with a group of oneshots that I planned on loosely putting together as a ‘story’ (which I’ve written on, but as of yet haven’t posted, cause I’m still ho humming about that too).
Anyway, I know I already have a lot of WIPs going on (and, of course, I need another WIP like I need a poke in the eye with a sharp stick, sorry ya'll), but I had the urge to post something new (new for you anyway), so I decided to take this out, dust it off, shine it up a bit, and go with the WIP idea..