Author's note: So this is actually an incredibly overdue birthday present for tsu. While I was writing it, Ed ended up blindfolded so I thought I'd try my hand at writing the fic without using sense of sight. Enjoy! For the record. This is all porn, not a hint of plot to be seen for miles.
Ed awoke to something coiling around his wrist. He opened his eyes, but the only thing he could see was black.
“What’re you doin’?” he slurred, shaking his head to clear the sleep away. Roy didn’t answer, but he felt something cuffing his ankle the same as his wrist.
“Roy?” Ed called. He tried to reach for his eyes, to pull away whatever what blocking his vision, but he was held fast. He struggled with his bonds for a moment, listening for some clue as to what was going on.
“Let me go, you kinky bastard,” Ed grated.
“Just relax,” he could almost hear that smirk as Roy whispered in his ear.
“How am I supposed to relax when you’ve got me tied up naked to a bed?”
Roy didn’t say anything, and for a minute, Ed thought he’d just left him like that for the fun of it. Before he could do anything, there was pressure once more on the mattress around him and lips covering his for a fleeting moment. Then they were everywhere and nowhere, grazing his neck and shoulders and chest, a warm wet tongue teasing his nipples until he moaned softly.
Ed panted in anticipation as the soft, butterfly kisses drifted down his stomach, achingly close to where he wanted them. He tried to squirm, to maybe help guide Roy’s lips where he actually wanted them, but he was bound tightly, and Roy chuckled at his efforts.
“Stop laughing at me,” he snapped, and he might have kept going, but Roy’s tongue was soft and wet on the insides of his thighs and dragging over his balls and Ed thought he was going to scream.
Roy’s weight on the bed was gone again, and there was faint clunking sound to the left, where the bedside table would have been. Before Ed had time to register that Roy was on the bed again, his cock was slipping into wet warm lips and… cold? Was that ice?! No, this was a terrible idea. The idiot was going to freeze his cock off! It didn’t though and his breath caught in his chest as the ice in Roy’s mouth melted between the heat of his body and the heat of Roy’s tongue.
“Fuck,” he muttered, allowing Roy’s current form of delicious torture wash over him. The older man’s finger, slick with lube, slid wetly between his thighs, slipping easily inside him.
“Ohhh, Roy. Please,” he groaned, struggling against the ropes as the older man pumped his finger in time with his mouth. Without warning, he felt another finger press inside him, and he reveled in the pressure as Roy made scissor motions inside of him, making room for a third finger that curved pleasurably inside him. Roy was hitting that spot and he was seeing stars, moaning and writhing as far as the ropes would let him go.
Then Roy’s fingers were gone, and his mouth was gone, and Ed was panting in frustration as Roy picked the knots around Ed’s ankles, or at least the flesh one. He wasn’t seriously going to leave him like this, was he? Ed couldn’t muster the thought to verbalize his complaint, but there was a tug on the ropes around his wrists and then a hand on his side, and one on his belly, urging him silently onto his stomach. He could have cried in pleasure at the way the velvet comforter caressed every inch of him.
Ed might have cum that way, but he was being prodded up on his hands and knees and it didn’t even occur to him not to comply. There was a comfortable weight and soft flesh against his back. Roy was kissing his neck and why wasn’t he fucking him already? Ed was about to say as much, but then Roy’s hands were sliding down his sides, and something cool and slick and definitely not Roy’s cock was sliding into him. Maybe he should ask what it was, but then his lover turned it on, and oh he would be fine with just this. Only the bindings around his wrists stopped him from finishing up himself, but Roy’s hand was on his cock and the ropes no longer kept him from moving back into the toy, groaning in pleasure as the pace picked up.
He was dangling over the precipice, and begging Roy not to stop, but he did, ignoring Ed’s pleas that he would do anything if he’d just stop torturing him like this.
“But you’re so sexy when you squirm like that. I could watch you all day,” there was hot breath on his ear, and why did Roy have to sound so fucking good?
“Please,” Ed whined.
“Please what?” Roy countered.
“You already know,” Ed’s pleasured haze didn’t seem to ease his embarrassment at saying the words.
“I’m afraid I have no idea,” Roy purred.
“Just fuck me already,” Ed grated out.
“I didn’t realize you were the one giving orders here,” and Roy’s teeth were on his neck and he might die if the older man didn’t do something.
“Pleeeeaaaase,” Ed moaned, “Don’t do this to me.”
Roy’s lips curved into a smile against Ed’s spine and that was definitely Roy’s cock this time. The older man rocked against him, one hand wrapped Ed’s cock, the other resting heavily on his back for support.
Roy wasn’t terribly vocal in bed most of the time, beyond a few inevitable moans and pants in the throes of passion, so Ed smiled in spite himself, knowing this had definitely had an effect on his lover.
The way Roy said his name was electric, and Ed could feel the way he was shaking with effort not to just cum already. Ed had no such qualms at this point and then everything was gone but the incredible feeling that he was flying and he might never come back down.
Roy collapsed on the bed, dragging Ed with him and tenderly untying his wrists. The minute one hand was free, Ed pulled off the blindfold. He tried to glare at Roy, but the man’s hands were kneading flesh shoulder and his back and he had to admit the guy knew how to make this worth his while. He shut his eyes, sighing at the comforting touches.
“You could have warned me, you jerk,” Ed muttered halfheartedly.
“You liked it,” Roy retorted, grinning when Ed opened an eye at him.
“I can’t believe you tied up my automail first. That was a dirty trick,” Ed had rolled over, words muffled against Roy’s chest.
“Would you have let me do it otherwise?” Roy wrapped his arms around Ed, smoothing his fingers up and down the younger man’s spine.
“No,” Ed admitted after a drawn out moment of silence.
“Then I think I did us both a favor. We should do things like this more often.”
“Things ‘like this’? I guess we could try something different. What’d you have in mind?” Ed tilted his head to look at Roy.
“I don’t know. There was that riding crop…” Roy didn’t get the chance to finish because Ed had pushed him off the bed.
Ed poked his head over the edge of the bed with a sly grin, “only if I’m using it on you. By the way, next time? It’s my turn.”