Fic - Emotion in Motion
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cornerofmadnessTitle Emotion in Motion (or The Five Times Roy Mustang Wore Handcuffs For a Lover and the One Time He Had Something More Innocent in Mind)
Author-![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cornerofmadness
Disclaimer so not mine. The cow might be blushing at this one
Rating NC-17
Characters/Pairing Roy/Riza, Roy/Maes, Roy/Gracia, Roy/Olivia, Roy/Riza/Gracia/Maes
Timeline/Spoilersall set very early on, no spoilers
Word Count 3,701
Warning where to start? Bondage, submission/domination, m/m sex, f/m sex, polyamorous sex, fetish play, strap ons, ice play, gags, car sex, office sex, and there’s probably more I’m forgetting.
Summary Roy just likes being restrained
Author’s Notewritten for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fma_fic_contest's 'handcuff' prompt. Seriously why is something completely erotic the very first thing I thought of when I saw the prompt? Surely there are non-sexual things to do with cuffs. Sigh. Honestly, this is pure pwp. I think I might have finally succeeded in excising plot from my porn. Thanks to evil_little_dog for the beta.
“Sex is an emotion in motion” – Mae West
X X X
The first time Roy had ever put handcuffs on to get the attention of a girl, he’d been almost fifteen and oh so very sure of himself. Sex wasn’t on his mind exactly. He had learned way too much about that growing up to be innocently curious and Riza, who was so alluringly forbidden to him, was a little too young for that anyhow. Still, he wanted to impress her and her friends.
Everyone had been so excited about the magician they had seen at the traveling circus that Roy had spent time studying the theory of prestidigitation. He hadn’t found it very difficult and didn’t expect any problems. Riza and her friends watched him, eyes glittering. Roy ate the attention up.
“And now I’ll escape from the handcuffs. Who wants to lock them on me?” Roy held his wrists out and Riza got up, grinning. He opened his hand, offering up the key. “Just in case I can’t get out and it could just be the key to my heart.” He smiled at her.
“How sweet.” Riza clicked the handcuffs around his wrists then leaned in close. His fifteen year old heart soared. He might just get a kiss after all. She whispered, “I heard you practicing that line for days and I switched the handcuffs earlier.”
Roy couldn’t quantify the horror blooming inside him. He tried to slip off the cuffs but couldn’t. He rattled them, banged them against the table and cursed them as the girls tittered at him. Finally, they left him to his shame after he refused to beg Riza for the real key. He hadn’t even known Riza had a camera, but she proved that she not only had one, she knew how to use it.
It took him forever to draw his array to break the metal, long enough for a shadow to fall over him. Roy glanced up to see his master. Hawkeye looked very amused.
“Riza said you might need help.”
“I’ve got it!” Roy snarled, pressing his manacled hands to the painstakingly sketched array. The metal, under his control, transmuted into something brittle enough for Roy to break.
Hawkeye peered at the array then patted Roy’s shoulder. “Well drawn. Now just how did you get stuck like that?”
“A girl tricked me.” Roy pouted.
“Growing up in your family, I would have assumed you understood women are wily creatures.”
“I thought it was just how my sisters were.” Roy thrust out his chin. “Now I know it’s all women.”
“Consider it a hard lesson well learned,” Hawkeye said.
“Yes, never trust your daughter.” Roy rubbed his bruised wrists.
Hawkeye only laughed at him.
X X X
The next time Roy put on handcuffs for a would-be lover, it was soon after the war ended and it hadn’t quite been his idea.
“Investigations?” Roy picked out the one new thing from Maes’s babble. He’d heard many times about how great Gracia was, but Maes’s permanent assignment was something Roy hadn’t known about.
“It should be exciting,” Maes said.
“Well, you are nosy. It suits you,” Roy said, rocking back on his chair. He took a swig of his beer before kicking his booted feet up on a cardboard box. He’d barely begun to unpack in his new housing.
Maes blew a raspberry at him. “It’ll be interesting work. Besides, I get to have a set of these.” He fished a set of handcuffs out of his uniform’s pocket.
“Just what you need.” Roy snorted. “They trust you with restraints?”
“You’re a dick.” Maes laughed, getting to his feet. He caught Roy’s wrist and before Roy could move, Maes clicked a circle of metal into place.
“Maes, what the hell?” Roy flailed with his free arm.
Maes deftly caught that limb, too, fastening it to its partner. He leaned in close, whispering, “I’m going to do things to you.”
While Maes took the time to shut the curtains in the living room and the bedroom, Roy contemplated that statement. He couldn’t think of too many things more alluring. The only thing better would be if the ladies were here to join in. Roy was ready and waiting by the time Maes came back. His lover just chuckled to himself.
“I knew those handcuffs would get you going,” Maes said, dropping down to his knees.
Opening Roy’s pants, he all but inhaled Roy’s hardening cock. Roy’s back arched, his manacled hands rapping against the back of the chair. He spread his legs more, giving Maes better access. Maes dipped a hand inside the confines of Roy’s trousers, rolling his fingers over Roy’s jewels while his tongue followed the torturous path of the prominent vein on top of Roy’s shaft.
Being unable to do anything but give himself over to Maes’s talented mouth and hands had its own submissive appeal. Roy’s hips lifted off the chair until Maes pinned him down. His tongue swirled over the tip of Roy’s cock, brushing away the gathering pearls of fluid. It didn’t take Maes long to bring Roy off. They both had been so desperately horny ever since the reality that they didn’t die in the war had settled in.
Roy’s senses had barely returned when Maes unlocked him from the chair and shuffled him into the bedroom. One handcuff still in place, Roy had to grab onto his trousers to make sure they didn’t fall off, at least until they got where they were going. Without preamble – so very unusual for the loquacious man – Maes cuffed Roy back up, leaving the alchemist’s hands in front of him. He pushed Roy face down on the mattress.
One strong hand massaged Roy’s buttocks then Maes slapped him lightly. “You ready?”
“Don’t tease.”
“I’ll save that for next time.”
Something brittle and needy hid in Maes’s voice. Roy nodded toward the night stand. The one thing he had actually unpacked and hid about the room were his various sex toys. Roy heard Maes frantically fumbling for the oil then felt its cool slipperiness against his skin. Roy wriggled as Maes slipped a finger inside of him, then another.
“More,” Roy begged. He’d been young when he’d developed the habit of pleading for sex. He wasn’t sure why but it usually got him what he wanted.
He glanced over his shoulder, watching Maes step out of his uniform. Roy’s own trousers were still hung up on his boots and Maes had bunched Roy’s shirt up under his armpits. Roy watched as Maes oiled up his thick cock, rubbing his own shaft against the bedding. It would wake up again before long.
Pushing his handcuffed hands down into the mattress, Roy raised his hips, waggling them just a bit. Maes didn’t need much in the way of invitation. He pushed inside to the hilt, fucking Roy with raw passion of a man who knew he had so recently escaped death.
Maes made Roy infinitely happy that he had been assigned a job where handcuffs were part of the uniform.
X X X
The next time Roy wore handcuffs for a lover, there were four restraints and he had never imagined wearing shackles in the dead of winter. Then again, he had never imagined making love with Olivia Armstrong. Correction, he had imagined it. Often. Generally when Riza wasn’t around, because he was sure she could read that thought. Granted, during this training session in Briggs, Riza had pushed him toward Olivia as if she had made some tacit agreement with the woman. He got the distinct impression someone might be watching.
When he had daydreamed about sex with Olivia, it wasn’t quite like this. He was a lot more suave for one. He did fantasize about her on top, though. He had never pictured himself, handcuffs running from each limb to one of the posts of her sturdy bed, pulling him into a helpless spread eagle. Well, not really a handcuff. Olivia opted for heavy leather cuff manacles and he had to admit they were more comfortable than the handcuffs.
Olivia strapped a bit into his mouth and he wondered if this was kept for this purpose only. For all he knew it was used on her favorite horse, too, but it didn’t taste funky, not that he had a clue what the inside of a horse’s mouth tasted like. She patted his cheek. “I like you like this, silenced. Maybe I’ll get a saddle and ride you around later.”
Roy wished he could deny that make him even harder but the evidence was there for all to see. He just hoped she didn’t wear spurs. Olivia opened her window and broke some icicles off the ledge, putting them in a glass. She closed the window, shutting out the frigid blast of air before stripping with military precision, nothing particularly sexy about it. That was just as Roy expected.
Bringing her glass of icicles with her, Olivia joined him on the bed. “Let’s see what happens when fire meets ice.” She smirked, picking up one of the thin ones.
She circled the icicle over one of his nipples. It wrinkled and tightened as he moaned around the bit. Olivia put her hot mouth over the throbbing, cold piece of flesh. The change in sensation brought his back off the bed as he made a bow. Olivia repeated the teasing on the other nipple. Cold water trickled over his warm body as the icicle melted. She took up another, tracing the muscles of his abdomen and up his thighs, making him writhe.
Olivia followed the lines of his lips with the ice then pushed a fatter icicle into his mouth. He lapped at it, sounding impossibly noisy as he tried to work around the bit. Setting the ice aside, Olivia unstrapped the bit and straddled his head. Roy didn’t need another invitation.
He wasn’t going to give the general a reason to regret taking the bit out of his mouth. His tongue danced over her folds and circled her clit. He felt a little nervous not being able to hold on and use his hands, but Olivia apparently had great muscle control in her thighs. Her hands fisted in his hair while his mouth worked against her. Her orgasm was so much quieter than he expected, as if under her indomitable control. Who could hear through these thick walls?
Gasping for breath – something that made him grin – Olivia rallied and slid the bit back into his mouth. Now all he could taste was metal and her. She selected another icicle, a sturdier looking one. She grazed it across his fingers so he could feel how slick and smooth it was before running it along his rampant cock. Roy bucked at that intense sensation. Olivia drew a pattern down over his balls then gentle pressed the blunt tip of the icicle inside him. Roy groaned loudly around the bit. The heat of his body melted the ice, the cold water running down the cleft of his ass.
She blew a stream of hot air over him then followed it with the ice until Roy was yanking on the bedposts, unable to control his writhing. Olivia tossed the icicle away then fetched the whole cup. His mind was too lust-clouded to contemplate what she might have in mind. Olivia’s full lips sealed over his cock, sucking at him with the same demanding attitude she showed for most things. A ludicrous thought of ‘wonder if this is another of those Armstrong family traditions?’ raced through his mind. Whatever, she was so much better at it than he expected.
And when she slipped some of the smaller icicles into her mouth before going back to work on him, the hot and cold took Roy some place so blissful, he never wanted to come back.
X X X
The next time Roy consented to handcuffs, it was to please a pair of lovers. Gracia had made arrangements to play out a little fantasy of her husband’s. What did it say about Maes that he wanted Roy to be the one cuffed up? Gracia was a bit kinder than her crazed mate had been the first time he and Roy tried this. She had lined the cuffs with a soft fake fur that was probably usually reserved for making huge collars on the coats of old women. It tickled his skin.
Maes had driven the car to a remote lane near the river. Roy hadn’t quite imagined this was where they wanted to try, this but Gracia cuffed him to the suicide strap above the backseat. Maes leaned against the front seat, twisting so he could see them.
“Don’t you get too excited and kick off the parking brake,” Roy grumbled as Gracia undid his zipper.
“I’d worry about the other Hughes if I were you.” Maes smirked as Gracia rapped Roy’s head back against the window, her mouth savaging his.
Oh, so prim and proper Gracia was a secret wild cat. That made Roy harder than even being watched and he admittedly loved having an audience. Their tongues fenced as she yanked his pants down. His shaft rose up to meet her and Gracia didn’t waste a moment of it. Her mouth and lips worked his hot flesh.
As much as he liked to submit, Roy also liked to touch his lovers. That was the one thing he missed when he was tied up like this. Maes acted like Roy’s fingers for him. Leaning over the car’s bench seat, Maes stroked his wife’s back and hair. While Gracia sucked and teased Roy into senselessness, Maes’s mouth met the alchemist’s. Roy shut his eyes and let the amazing sensations wash over him.
He opened them when the pressure of Maes’s lips lifted off of his. Maes tugged gently on Gracia’s blouse. She let Roy slide out of her mouth, sitting back. Gracia took off her blouse and bra, her breasts small and high. Maes stroked them, making the nipples stand up. Straddling Roy, Gracia leaned forward so Roy could suck them.
Maes handed her a condom and Gracia tugged it down over Roy. She lifted her skirt but left it on. Roy wasn’t tremendously surprised to find out she wasn’t wearing any panties underneath. Gracia slid him inside of her, riding him slow, honey-hipped. She and her husband alternated hot kisses with each other and with Roy as she made love to him. Roy wouldn’t trade his friends for anything.
X X X
The next time Roy wore handcuffs for his lover, he hadn’t been expecting it at all. He hated when quarterly reports were due. His whole team had burned the midnight oil, but eventually, he had to just face facts: he could have gone home hours ago if he had just signed things when Riza gave them to him during the weeks before. She stayed with him while he worked, presumably to silently tell him ‘told you so’ with every look shot his way.
She walked the office, locking up as he signed. Riza rattled the heavy dusty curtain across the office window, making herself sneeze. He just wished she’d settle somewhere because he liked to watch her as she walked and Riza damn well knew it and he’d never get the signing done that way. She fussed with the new belt she had started wearing earlier in the week. It had a three outpouchings around it. He assumed they were storage for extra ammo.
When she undid the buckle, beginning to slide it off, he forgot all about signing anything. Riza fussed with the outpouchings and he noticed that they had buckles and latches of their own; that’s why he had thought they were for storage. As she formed part of it into a large leather loop, Roy realized he totally had the wrong end of the stick.
“Take off your jacket, Roy,” Riza said, her voice low.
His mouth going Ishbal-dry, Roy obeyed, his eyes unable to flick away from her hands and that belt.
“And the shirt.” She rapped the leather against her palms when he didn’t immediately respond. She rearranged a few other buckles and now the belt terminated in two small cuffs.
He tore a few buttons ripping his shirt open. His cock pressed against his zipper as Riza put the collar on him. She tapped his shoulder and obediently he rose. She bent one arm behind his back, cuffing it, then the other. Riza took a step back.
“You look good like that,” she said.
He looked over his shoulder at her. “You always say no to office sex.”
“You’ve worked very hard. I know all the lurid fantasies you have about this.”
“They’re sensual, not lurid, and usually I’m not tied up.”
She ran a finger over his biceps. “But you’re not complaining.”
He smirked. “Never.”
“And Havoc and the others were so dead tired when they dragged out of here, there’s no chance they’ll double back for any reason.” Riza undid his pants, yanking them down then pushed him back on the desk.
“I’m on top of the paperwork that Haruko was bitching about.”
“So? You wanted to wipe your ass with them anyhow.” She grinned.
“True, but if I get a paper cut someplace sensitive I’m going…”
Her kiss cut off his whining. Roy took the hint. His cock rubbed against the rough fabric of her uniform. Roy tried to back away.
“You need to be way more naked,” he rasped.
Her hand closed over his cock, stroking him slowly. “I probably do.” Riza tossed her jacket onto the floor. “Care to help me?”
She let him up and Roy showed her some of the tricks he learned growing up as he did. Lips and teeth could unbutton shirts. He licked and nipped flesh as he slowly revealed it. Riza helped him to the floor. She took off his boots and got his pants all the way off. She spent more time taking off her own uniform. Knowing damn well that watching only made him harder, she spent more time taking off her own uniform,. He squirmed on his knees by the time she was done.
Riza stood in front of him, linking a finger in the ring on his collar. She gently tugged on it. Roy took the hint. He lathed a path up one thigh with his tongue. He dipped into the V of her legs, sampling her honey. He kept up the sensual torment until Riza’s thighs began to quiver.
She eased him onto his side before fetching a condom. She joined him on the floor, hooking a leg over his. The kisses she gave him as their bodies moved together were tender, almost inappropriate from a woman who had tied him up for naughty fun in his office. Still, those kisses said, no matter what, Riza loved him beyond all reason, an emotion that he was a mirror to.
X X X
The next time the handcuffs came out, it was his birthday. Usually on his birthday, his lovers made a big deal about it. Roy assumed it was a way of compensating the loss of his childhood a little too young. This year they had rented a cabin in the woods, with a beautiful view of the lake. Granted it had been difficult to lay down cover stories so no one assumed he was somewhere spending the week with Riza. If they only knew…
So far his birthday included swimming in the lake, leisure time to just read and listen to the phonograph and relax, and a delicious meal cooked up in the fresh air. He made them promise that now matter how alluring it sounded, they would not be having sex in the woods; the last time he didn’t know where the mosquito bites ended and the poison ivy began.
This time, the handcuffs went on loosely. They did have a tendency to bruise, after all. Roy rattled them a bit once they went on. “I wasn’t expecting this.”
Maes ruffled Roy’s hair. “Trust me, tonight you’ll want to be at our mercies.”
When it came to being with Riza, Maes and Gracia, Roy always wanted to be at their mercies. Gracia oiled up his cock then Riza showed him his last gift, a jade ring from Xing carved into sinuous form. She slipped one testicle at a time through the ring then snugged it into place at the base of his cock. It took all his willpower to keep himself from getting hard in the process and ruining it.
They took a moment to appreciate the art form they were turning him into then Gracia brought out a feather from somewhere. She tickled it over his nipples and genitals with short soft bursts of energy. He started to harden under her touch.
Before long, they were all lost to their sensual sides. Gracia and Riza took turns riding him while he was busy taking Maes into his mouth, swallowing him down to the root. Roy was so hard, the creamy pale green ring standing out against the rose-red of his erect flesh. Maes traded Riza places and Roy gladly tasted her while the Hugheses licked him as if he were a special treat.
Finally, they uncuffed him so he could balance while making love to Gracia. At his back, Riza took him with a long, slender strap on as Maes made love to her from behind. When the women left him to Maes alone – they loved to watch this part – Roy could have told the difference between the dildo and Maes without looking, the feel, the width, the hard strong force of his thrusts. There was nothing quite like the real thing.
In the end, when they eased the cock ring off of him, he came hard, dizzyingly. They welcomed him back against the mattress. With nights like this, Roy wished his birthday came at least once a month.
“Let us know when you’re ready for more. We brought chocolate.” Riza grinned, running a finger over his chest. “We’re going to enjoy licking it off of you.”
Oh hell yeah, forget once a month; he needed a birthday once a week.
Author-
cornerofmadnessDisclaimer so not mine. The cow might be blushing at this one
Rating NC-17
Characters/Pairing Roy/Riza, Roy/Maes, Roy/Gracia, Roy/Olivia, Roy/Riza/Gracia/Maes
Timeline/Spoilersall set very early on, no spoilers
Word Count 3,701
Warning where to start? Bondage, submission/domination, m/m sex, f/m sex, polyamorous sex, fetish play, strap ons, ice play, gags, car sex, office sex, and there’s probably more I’m forgetting.
Summary Roy just likes being restrained
Author’s Notewritten for
fma_fic_contest's 'handcuff' prompt. Seriously why is something completely erotic the very first thing I thought of when I saw the prompt? Surely there are non-sexual things to do with cuffs. Sigh. Honestly, this is pure pwp. I think I might have finally succeeded in excising plot from my porn. Thanks to evil_little_dog for the beta.“Sex is an emotion in motion” – Mae West
X X X
The first time Roy had ever put handcuffs on to get the attention of a girl, he’d been almost fifteen and oh so very sure of himself. Sex wasn’t on his mind exactly. He had learned way too much about that growing up to be innocently curious and Riza, who was so alluringly forbidden to him, was a little too young for that anyhow. Still, he wanted to impress her and her friends.
Everyone had been so excited about the magician they had seen at the traveling circus that Roy had spent time studying the theory of prestidigitation. He hadn’t found it very difficult and didn’t expect any problems. Riza and her friends watched him, eyes glittering. Roy ate the attention up.
“And now I’ll escape from the handcuffs. Who wants to lock them on me?” Roy held his wrists out and Riza got up, grinning. He opened his hand, offering up the key. “Just in case I can’t get out and it could just be the key to my heart.” He smiled at her.
“How sweet.” Riza clicked the handcuffs around his wrists then leaned in close. His fifteen year old heart soared. He might just get a kiss after all. She whispered, “I heard you practicing that line for days and I switched the handcuffs earlier.”
Roy couldn’t quantify the horror blooming inside him. He tried to slip off the cuffs but couldn’t. He rattled them, banged them against the table and cursed them as the girls tittered at him. Finally, they left him to his shame after he refused to beg Riza for the real key. He hadn’t even known Riza had a camera, but she proved that she not only had one, she knew how to use it.
It took him forever to draw his array to break the metal, long enough for a shadow to fall over him. Roy glanced up to see his master. Hawkeye looked very amused.
“Riza said you might need help.”
“I’ve got it!” Roy snarled, pressing his manacled hands to the painstakingly sketched array. The metal, under his control, transmuted into something brittle enough for Roy to break.
Hawkeye peered at the array then patted Roy’s shoulder. “Well drawn. Now just how did you get stuck like that?”
“A girl tricked me.” Roy pouted.
“Growing up in your family, I would have assumed you understood women are wily creatures.”
“I thought it was just how my sisters were.” Roy thrust out his chin. “Now I know it’s all women.”
“Consider it a hard lesson well learned,” Hawkeye said.
“Yes, never trust your daughter.” Roy rubbed his bruised wrists.
Hawkeye only laughed at him.
X X X
The next time Roy put on handcuffs for a would-be lover, it was soon after the war ended and it hadn’t quite been his idea.
“Investigations?” Roy picked out the one new thing from Maes’s babble. He’d heard many times about how great Gracia was, but Maes’s permanent assignment was something Roy hadn’t known about.
“It should be exciting,” Maes said.
“Well, you are nosy. It suits you,” Roy said, rocking back on his chair. He took a swig of his beer before kicking his booted feet up on a cardboard box. He’d barely begun to unpack in his new housing.
Maes blew a raspberry at him. “It’ll be interesting work. Besides, I get to have a set of these.” He fished a set of handcuffs out of his uniform’s pocket.
“Just what you need.” Roy snorted. “They trust you with restraints?”
“You’re a dick.” Maes laughed, getting to his feet. He caught Roy’s wrist and before Roy could move, Maes clicked a circle of metal into place.
“Maes, what the hell?” Roy flailed with his free arm.
Maes deftly caught that limb, too, fastening it to its partner. He leaned in close, whispering, “I’m going to do things to you.”
While Maes took the time to shut the curtains in the living room and the bedroom, Roy contemplated that statement. He couldn’t think of too many things more alluring. The only thing better would be if the ladies were here to join in. Roy was ready and waiting by the time Maes came back. His lover just chuckled to himself.
“I knew those handcuffs would get you going,” Maes said, dropping down to his knees.
Opening Roy’s pants, he all but inhaled Roy’s hardening cock. Roy’s back arched, his manacled hands rapping against the back of the chair. He spread his legs more, giving Maes better access. Maes dipped a hand inside the confines of Roy’s trousers, rolling his fingers over Roy’s jewels while his tongue followed the torturous path of the prominent vein on top of Roy’s shaft.
Being unable to do anything but give himself over to Maes’s talented mouth and hands had its own submissive appeal. Roy’s hips lifted off the chair until Maes pinned him down. His tongue swirled over the tip of Roy’s cock, brushing away the gathering pearls of fluid. It didn’t take Maes long to bring Roy off. They both had been so desperately horny ever since the reality that they didn’t die in the war had settled in.
Roy’s senses had barely returned when Maes unlocked him from the chair and shuffled him into the bedroom. One handcuff still in place, Roy had to grab onto his trousers to make sure they didn’t fall off, at least until they got where they were going. Without preamble – so very unusual for the loquacious man – Maes cuffed Roy back up, leaving the alchemist’s hands in front of him. He pushed Roy face down on the mattress.
One strong hand massaged Roy’s buttocks then Maes slapped him lightly. “You ready?”
“Don’t tease.”
“I’ll save that for next time.”
Something brittle and needy hid in Maes’s voice. Roy nodded toward the night stand. The one thing he had actually unpacked and hid about the room were his various sex toys. Roy heard Maes frantically fumbling for the oil then felt its cool slipperiness against his skin. Roy wriggled as Maes slipped a finger inside of him, then another.
“More,” Roy begged. He’d been young when he’d developed the habit of pleading for sex. He wasn’t sure why but it usually got him what he wanted.
He glanced over his shoulder, watching Maes step out of his uniform. Roy’s own trousers were still hung up on his boots and Maes had bunched Roy’s shirt up under his armpits. Roy watched as Maes oiled up his thick cock, rubbing his own shaft against the bedding. It would wake up again before long.
Pushing his handcuffed hands down into the mattress, Roy raised his hips, waggling them just a bit. Maes didn’t need much in the way of invitation. He pushed inside to the hilt, fucking Roy with raw passion of a man who knew he had so recently escaped death.
Maes made Roy infinitely happy that he had been assigned a job where handcuffs were part of the uniform.
X X X
The next time Roy wore handcuffs for a lover, there were four restraints and he had never imagined wearing shackles in the dead of winter. Then again, he had never imagined making love with Olivia Armstrong. Correction, he had imagined it. Often. Generally when Riza wasn’t around, because he was sure she could read that thought. Granted, during this training session in Briggs, Riza had pushed him toward Olivia as if she had made some tacit agreement with the woman. He got the distinct impression someone might be watching.
When he had daydreamed about sex with Olivia, it wasn’t quite like this. He was a lot more suave for one. He did fantasize about her on top, though. He had never pictured himself, handcuffs running from each limb to one of the posts of her sturdy bed, pulling him into a helpless spread eagle. Well, not really a handcuff. Olivia opted for heavy leather cuff manacles and he had to admit they were more comfortable than the handcuffs.
Olivia strapped a bit into his mouth and he wondered if this was kept for this purpose only. For all he knew it was used on her favorite horse, too, but it didn’t taste funky, not that he had a clue what the inside of a horse’s mouth tasted like. She patted his cheek. “I like you like this, silenced. Maybe I’ll get a saddle and ride you around later.”
Roy wished he could deny that make him even harder but the evidence was there for all to see. He just hoped she didn’t wear spurs. Olivia opened her window and broke some icicles off the ledge, putting them in a glass. She closed the window, shutting out the frigid blast of air before stripping with military precision, nothing particularly sexy about it. That was just as Roy expected.
Bringing her glass of icicles with her, Olivia joined him on the bed. “Let’s see what happens when fire meets ice.” She smirked, picking up one of the thin ones.
She circled the icicle over one of his nipples. It wrinkled and tightened as he moaned around the bit. Olivia put her hot mouth over the throbbing, cold piece of flesh. The change in sensation brought his back off the bed as he made a bow. Olivia repeated the teasing on the other nipple. Cold water trickled over his warm body as the icicle melted. She took up another, tracing the muscles of his abdomen and up his thighs, making him writhe.
Olivia followed the lines of his lips with the ice then pushed a fatter icicle into his mouth. He lapped at it, sounding impossibly noisy as he tried to work around the bit. Setting the ice aside, Olivia unstrapped the bit and straddled his head. Roy didn’t need another invitation.
He wasn’t going to give the general a reason to regret taking the bit out of his mouth. His tongue danced over her folds and circled her clit. He felt a little nervous not being able to hold on and use his hands, but Olivia apparently had great muscle control in her thighs. Her hands fisted in his hair while his mouth worked against her. Her orgasm was so much quieter than he expected, as if under her indomitable control. Who could hear through these thick walls?
Gasping for breath – something that made him grin – Olivia rallied and slid the bit back into his mouth. Now all he could taste was metal and her. She selected another icicle, a sturdier looking one. She grazed it across his fingers so he could feel how slick and smooth it was before running it along his rampant cock. Roy bucked at that intense sensation. Olivia drew a pattern down over his balls then gentle pressed the blunt tip of the icicle inside him. Roy groaned loudly around the bit. The heat of his body melted the ice, the cold water running down the cleft of his ass.
She blew a stream of hot air over him then followed it with the ice until Roy was yanking on the bedposts, unable to control his writhing. Olivia tossed the icicle away then fetched the whole cup. His mind was too lust-clouded to contemplate what she might have in mind. Olivia’s full lips sealed over his cock, sucking at him with the same demanding attitude she showed for most things. A ludicrous thought of ‘wonder if this is another of those Armstrong family traditions?’ raced through his mind. Whatever, she was so much better at it than he expected.
And when she slipped some of the smaller icicles into her mouth before going back to work on him, the hot and cold took Roy some place so blissful, he never wanted to come back.
X X X
The next time Roy consented to handcuffs, it was to please a pair of lovers. Gracia had made arrangements to play out a little fantasy of her husband’s. What did it say about Maes that he wanted Roy to be the one cuffed up? Gracia was a bit kinder than her crazed mate had been the first time he and Roy tried this. She had lined the cuffs with a soft fake fur that was probably usually reserved for making huge collars on the coats of old women. It tickled his skin.
Maes had driven the car to a remote lane near the river. Roy hadn’t quite imagined this was where they wanted to try, this but Gracia cuffed him to the suicide strap above the backseat. Maes leaned against the front seat, twisting so he could see them.
“Don’t you get too excited and kick off the parking brake,” Roy grumbled as Gracia undid his zipper.
“I’d worry about the other Hughes if I were you.” Maes smirked as Gracia rapped Roy’s head back against the window, her mouth savaging his.
Oh, so prim and proper Gracia was a secret wild cat. That made Roy harder than even being watched and he admittedly loved having an audience. Their tongues fenced as she yanked his pants down. His shaft rose up to meet her and Gracia didn’t waste a moment of it. Her mouth and lips worked his hot flesh.
As much as he liked to submit, Roy also liked to touch his lovers. That was the one thing he missed when he was tied up like this. Maes acted like Roy’s fingers for him. Leaning over the car’s bench seat, Maes stroked his wife’s back and hair. While Gracia sucked and teased Roy into senselessness, Maes’s mouth met the alchemist’s. Roy shut his eyes and let the amazing sensations wash over him.
He opened them when the pressure of Maes’s lips lifted off of his. Maes tugged gently on Gracia’s blouse. She let Roy slide out of her mouth, sitting back. Gracia took off her blouse and bra, her breasts small and high. Maes stroked them, making the nipples stand up. Straddling Roy, Gracia leaned forward so Roy could suck them.
Maes handed her a condom and Gracia tugged it down over Roy. She lifted her skirt but left it on. Roy wasn’t tremendously surprised to find out she wasn’t wearing any panties underneath. Gracia slid him inside of her, riding him slow, honey-hipped. She and her husband alternated hot kisses with each other and with Roy as she made love to him. Roy wouldn’t trade his friends for anything.
X X X
The next time Roy wore handcuffs for his lover, he hadn’t been expecting it at all. He hated when quarterly reports were due. His whole team had burned the midnight oil, but eventually, he had to just face facts: he could have gone home hours ago if he had just signed things when Riza gave them to him during the weeks before. She stayed with him while he worked, presumably to silently tell him ‘told you so’ with every look shot his way.
She walked the office, locking up as he signed. Riza rattled the heavy dusty curtain across the office window, making herself sneeze. He just wished she’d settle somewhere because he liked to watch her as she walked and Riza damn well knew it and he’d never get the signing done that way. She fussed with the new belt she had started wearing earlier in the week. It had a three outpouchings around it. He assumed they were storage for extra ammo.
When she undid the buckle, beginning to slide it off, he forgot all about signing anything. Riza fussed with the outpouchings and he noticed that they had buckles and latches of their own; that’s why he had thought they were for storage. As she formed part of it into a large leather loop, Roy realized he totally had the wrong end of the stick.
“Take off your jacket, Roy,” Riza said, her voice low.
His mouth going Ishbal-dry, Roy obeyed, his eyes unable to flick away from her hands and that belt.
“And the shirt.” She rapped the leather against her palms when he didn’t immediately respond. She rearranged a few other buckles and now the belt terminated in two small cuffs.
He tore a few buttons ripping his shirt open. His cock pressed against his zipper as Riza put the collar on him. She tapped his shoulder and obediently he rose. She bent one arm behind his back, cuffing it, then the other. Riza took a step back.
“You look good like that,” she said.
He looked over his shoulder at her. “You always say no to office sex.”
“You’ve worked very hard. I know all the lurid fantasies you have about this.”
“They’re sensual, not lurid, and usually I’m not tied up.”
She ran a finger over his biceps. “But you’re not complaining.”
He smirked. “Never.”
“And Havoc and the others were so dead tired when they dragged out of here, there’s no chance they’ll double back for any reason.” Riza undid his pants, yanking them down then pushed him back on the desk.
“I’m on top of the paperwork that Haruko was bitching about.”
“So? You wanted to wipe your ass with them anyhow.” She grinned.
“True, but if I get a paper cut someplace sensitive I’m going…”
Her kiss cut off his whining. Roy took the hint. His cock rubbed against the rough fabric of her uniform. Roy tried to back away.
“You need to be way more naked,” he rasped.
Her hand closed over his cock, stroking him slowly. “I probably do.” Riza tossed her jacket onto the floor. “Care to help me?”
She let him up and Roy showed her some of the tricks he learned growing up as he did. Lips and teeth could unbutton shirts. He licked and nipped flesh as he slowly revealed it. Riza helped him to the floor. She took off his boots and got his pants all the way off. She spent more time taking off her own uniform. Knowing damn well that watching only made him harder, she spent more time taking off her own uniform,. He squirmed on his knees by the time she was done.
Riza stood in front of him, linking a finger in the ring on his collar. She gently tugged on it. Roy took the hint. He lathed a path up one thigh with his tongue. He dipped into the V of her legs, sampling her honey. He kept up the sensual torment until Riza’s thighs began to quiver.
She eased him onto his side before fetching a condom. She joined him on the floor, hooking a leg over his. The kisses she gave him as their bodies moved together were tender, almost inappropriate from a woman who had tied him up for naughty fun in his office. Still, those kisses said, no matter what, Riza loved him beyond all reason, an emotion that he was a mirror to.
X X X
The next time the handcuffs came out, it was his birthday. Usually on his birthday, his lovers made a big deal about it. Roy assumed it was a way of compensating the loss of his childhood a little too young. This year they had rented a cabin in the woods, with a beautiful view of the lake. Granted it had been difficult to lay down cover stories so no one assumed he was somewhere spending the week with Riza. If they only knew…
So far his birthday included swimming in the lake, leisure time to just read and listen to the phonograph and relax, and a delicious meal cooked up in the fresh air. He made them promise that now matter how alluring it sounded, they would not be having sex in the woods; the last time he didn’t know where the mosquito bites ended and the poison ivy began.
This time, the handcuffs went on loosely. They did have a tendency to bruise, after all. Roy rattled them a bit once they went on. “I wasn’t expecting this.”
Maes ruffled Roy’s hair. “Trust me, tonight you’ll want to be at our mercies.”
When it came to being with Riza, Maes and Gracia, Roy always wanted to be at their mercies. Gracia oiled up his cock then Riza showed him his last gift, a jade ring from Xing carved into sinuous form. She slipped one testicle at a time through the ring then snugged it into place at the base of his cock. It took all his willpower to keep himself from getting hard in the process and ruining it.
They took a moment to appreciate the art form they were turning him into then Gracia brought out a feather from somewhere. She tickled it over his nipples and genitals with short soft bursts of energy. He started to harden under her touch.
Before long, they were all lost to their sensual sides. Gracia and Riza took turns riding him while he was busy taking Maes into his mouth, swallowing him down to the root. Roy was so hard, the creamy pale green ring standing out against the rose-red of his erect flesh. Maes traded Riza places and Roy gladly tasted her while the Hugheses licked him as if he were a special treat.
Finally, they uncuffed him so he could balance while making love to Gracia. At his back, Riza took him with a long, slender strap on as Maes made love to her from behind. When the women left him to Maes alone – they loved to watch this part – Roy could have told the difference between the dildo and Maes without looking, the feel, the width, the hard strong force of his thrusts. There was nothing quite like the real thing.
In the end, when they eased the cock ring off of him, he came hard, dizzyingly. They welcomed him back against the mattress. With nights like this, Roy wished his birthday came at least once a month.
“Let us know when you’re ready for more. We brought chocolate.” Riza grinned, running a finger over his chest. “We’re going to enjoy licking it off of you.”
Oh hell yeah, forget once a month; he needed a birthday once a week.
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Date: 2010-10-10 08:12 pm (UTC)There is a typo in the Roy/Gracia with Maes section -
He opened them when the pressure of Maes’s lips lifted off of his. Maes tugged gently on Gracia’s blouse. She let Roy slid out of her mouth, sitting back.
Should be "slide". :D
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