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cornerofmadnessHere we go my entry to the Cuff ‘em, Vamp ‘em, or Just Make ‘Em Come Already Kink and Cliché Multi-Fandom Challenge. I actually wrote two but one was so perfect for another Fullmetal Alchemist challenge that I sent it there instead (I have to remain anonymous until the voting in june at that contest so...it'll be awhile before it gets posted here). Needless to say, you see the ficathon this is for. Naturally, there is erotica included. Pretty much entirely NC-17. This is a Fullmetal Alchemist piece
The Art of Tantalization
D M Evans
Disclaimer - so not mine. All rights belong to Hiromu Arikawa et al Square Enix and funimition. I don’t make a profit
Rating - FRMAO (for graphic sex of a threesome nature)
Pairing - Roy/Riza/Maes
Summary - Riza has a special treat planned for Roy’s twentieth birthday
Time Line - Manga verse (more or less), just a few months after returning from Ishbal though some spoilers for what was revealed about Riza in ch 58.
Author’s Note #1 - This story contains sex with a threesome which quite naturally contains sex with boy/girl, boy/boy and boy/boy/girl. There's voyeurism, wax play and other kinks. If this bugs you, bugger off now and don’t yell at me for it later.
Author’s Note #2 - This was written for the Cuff ‘em, Vamp ‘em, or Just Make ‘Em Come Already Kink and Cliché Multi-Fandom Challenge. My challenge was to use one or more of the following prompts Eliade's: Intoxication and altered states (aphrodisiacs; drugs or alcohol; sex pollen/spores; substances or devices that create arousal, affection, or dependency; speaking or showing the truth while intoxicated; visionary states) Eliade's: Master and slave (erotic or romantic slavery, or otherwise; see Power issues) Kink: Voyeurism AND my friends added, verbal restraint, wax and feathers to it. Figures I sign up for a Kinkathon and my story isn’t kinky...it’s romantic. I just have to be perverse, you know. (Kinks used are in bold...though I think intoxication is in the ending)
Author's Note #3 - Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
evil_little_dog and mjules for the beta
Roy looked out over the grassy meadow alive with jewel-toned flowers. The sole appeal of the bucolic town of Hot Springs, beyond its signature springs, was its isolation. While a tourist destination, it was still off the beaten track and better yet, far from headquarters.
Mustang had sent Hawkeye south on a mission that would take her less than a day to do and allotted her a week in which to do it. She immediately headed to Hot Springs afterwards. He had gone on liberty with no recorded destination. It had gotten old having to make up stories and go through all this trouble so he could be with Riza but she was worth it. Besides, it was his birthday. Hawkeye wanted it to be perfect and he appreciated her effort.
She promised him a special treat for his birthday. Roy couldn’t begin to guess at what that might mean but he was excited. It had been a difficult few months and he needed a break. Ishbalan nightmares had become worse from all the stress and he was looking forward to relaxing. It wasn’t every day one left their teens behind and turned twenty.
Roy tensed involuntarily as Riza hugged him from behind. He hadn’t heard her approach across the porch. “Sorry,” she whispered. “I should know better than to surprise you.”
He cupped his hands over hers where they rested on his belly. “It’s okay. It’s so beautiful here, so green.”
“I thought after the desert, we could use green.” She came around to his side, trailing her arm around him. “I could stay here forever.”
Roy murmured his agreement. “Just being here is gift enough. I don’t need a special treat…but, will I find out soon?”
Riza laughed, putting a finger over his lips. “You are a greedy creature, you know that, right?”
“Yes.” He pulled her closer, nuzzling her neck. “Can’t get enough of you, for instance.”
“Just so you know, you will need to keep your clothes on for part of this vacation.” She giggled. “I expect to go on nature walks at the very least, and I hear there’s a vineyard in town that gives samples of the wines they make.”
“Wine sounds good,” he said, his lips moving lower down over her shoulders then detoured so he could catch one aroused nipple through the cloth of her shirt with his teeth.
“You didn’t actually hear me when I said the clothing thing, did you?” She stroked his soft hair.
“Heard you. My birthday. I’m greedy.” He grinned at her like an errant boy.
Riza just shook her head and took his hand. “Come on.” She pulled him off the porch and onto the wooded path.
“We’re not going on the nature hike now, are we?” Roy whined, eyeing the woods around him as if it were his enemy.
Riza laughed again. “No.” She led him to a small stone building. Climbing roses decorated one side and the other was covered with ivy, a blissful little place. The tangy scent of minerals melded with the sweet, heavy scent of roses. She pulled him over the threshold into the building and heat hit them like a fist.
“Ah, the hot spring,” Roy purred, eyeing the crystalline water bubbling up from the rocks into the hand-hewn pool.
“Our own private one.” She stroked his arm. “Like it?”
“This is perfect,” Roy said, sliding his hand along the skin of her back, rucking up her shirt as he went. He tugged her shirt higher, nibbling on her nipples again as they pressed against the cloth of her bra.
Riza wiggled her hips against him as he undid the bra before curling his tongue over the waiting nipple. She sighed, ruffling his hair. “I like your birthdays. I always have fun.”
Roy’s tongue laved over her breasts then up her neck. His hips rubbed against her. He was half hard already. “I’m very invested in your pleasure.”
“It’s one of the things I love about you.” Riza took a step back and wiggled out of her pants. She stepped into the water, inviting him to follow. The warm liquid enveloped her and she floated over to one of the cut-out, smoothed areas of the stone designed for lounging. Riza did just that and watched Mustang strip.
He was slow about it, teasing her with glimpses of pale flesh over tight, wiry muscle. There might not be much to him in height or breadth but her lover know how to make the most of every part of himself. Mustang sighed a little, getting into the spring. He submerged for a moment under the mineral water and surfaced between her legs.
Riza stroked his hair back off his forehead. “You look so handsome sometimes I can’t even breathe when I see you.” Roy kissed the inside of her thighs as a thank you. She let her legs float apart. “You know we do have all week here.”
“No need to pace.” He licked her. “Energy is something I have a lot of.”
“I’m so glad to hear it.” She ruffled his wet hair, glancing out the round window. She saw Maes looking in at them and grinned at him. He waved then ducked out of view. He’d be peering in, she knew, watching them. He was Roy’s special treat but it wasn’t quite time to surprise her lover yet. She just needed to keep Roy from looking at the window. She doubted that would be difficult.
Riza sucked in a deep breath as Roy ducked under the water and flickered his tongue over her labia. She let go of the sides of the spring, floating on the wonderful, warm water. Roy sat on the pebbly bottom, supporting her back as she bobbed on the water. All sensations muted by the water, and, except for the feel of Roy’s tongue and fingers teasing, probing, exciting her, Riza’s world narrowed to that small part of her body. The floating magnified the sensations until she could almost hear her cries through the water, which ebbed and flowed around her with Roy’s movements.
She burst with rhythmic tides of her own as Roy lifted her up out of the water before she accidentally arched her way under the surface. He pressed her back against the stone, kissing her as his cock brushed against her. Riza wrapped her arms around him, trying to catch her breath. Yes, his birthday was the best time of the year.
X X X
When Riza had hunted him down a few weeks ago, Maes hadn’t thought much of it until she asked him to meet her in a private place. That wasn’t normal. Maes had spent the time until the meeting worrying that something was wrong with Roy again. His friend hadn’t been quite right since Ishbal but given the things they had done there, Maes understood it. Together he and Riza had been doing what they could to bolster Roy. It was no surprise to him how much Riza cared for Roy. He had known since Ishbal they were lovers. Roy had told him about his first time with Riza that didn’t even involve the removal of clothing back when they were both really too young to know what the hell they were doing. Maes had been floored when Roy told him why Riza had insisted on leaving their clothes on. Her father had been one twisted son of a bitch and Maes was glad to never have met him.
Fraternization was forbidden. It would ruin their careers. Sometimes sneaking around hurt but it was the only way. Still, Maes had felt safe in the knowledge that his own relationship with Roy was a well guarded secret. That said, a strong wind could have knocked him down when Riza announced she knew that she shared her lover with Hughes.
Once he found his tongue again, Maes had been furious that Roy had told her without telling him he was going to do it and he told Riza as much. She had just looked at him and said, ‘Roy didn’t tell me.’ He should have known if anyone could have caught them out, it would be Hawkeye. She was very bright and very close to Roy.
She had a strange and tantalizing proposition for Maes. She and Roy had arranged to sneak away for Roy’s birthday. She wanted him to do the same and meet them there as part of Roy’s gift. The thought of joining the both of them in bed made his palms sweat and his body thrum in all the best ways. It didn’t enter his mind that Roy might be possessive until the train ride north when it was far too late.
Riza had promised to signal him when it was time for him to put in an appearance but told him that he was more than welcome to watch. So Maes booked a crappy room in a small hotel just in case things didn’t go well then found himself standing in the roses peeking in the window. There was something definitely arousing about watching Riza like a flower petal on the water, her skin going rosy as Roy’s tongue worked obvious magic.
Maes leaned on the cut stone, carelessly peeking through the window. He’d catch hell from Riza if Roy saw him but he was too caught up in observing them. Riza must have suspected he would. Did she enjoy him watching? She must, or she wouldn’t have invited him. What would Roy do when he found out? Maes almost didn’t care. Eyes trained on the glass, he unzippered himself, lost in the heady scent of roses and the feast for the eyes before him. Out of desperation, Maes spat in his hand, since it wouldn’t do to get chapped now and from how tight his cock was, he knew there was no chance of it going down on its own. He needed release.
Wondering what Riza would taste like and when he’d find out, Maes found his rhythm, sliding his hand up and down his shaft. As he watched, groaning softly to himself, he heard the soft hum of the bees on the roses. The view inside made him forget his worries about being stung. Maes moved his hand faster, hearing the muted cries from inside the stone building as Roy left Riza senseless with passion. Maes turned and decorated the roses with pearl drops, his own orgasm hitting very hard and fast, leaving him panting.
Wiping his hands on a handkerchief, Maes glanced back towards the window. Riza seemed to be trying to get a very aroused Roy back into his pants to follow her. Poor guy, a little too excited for his own good. Maes didn’t know what Riza had planned but it must be something if she wasn’t willing to finish Roy off in the spring.
He ducked around out of sight behind the building and waited for them to come out.
X X X
“Just put them on Roy,” Riza said, pointing to his pants.
Roy huffed, clinging to the side of the spring, pouting like a child. “We can finish here.”
Riza gave him a look. “Then you’ll be too tired for part of your gift. We can do this all again tomorrow.”
Roy sucked in his bottom lip, considering that, weighing it against the throbbing hard-on he had. He wanted, no needed, relief. He knew the best he could hope for - which suited him just fine since her mouth was lovely - was to have Riza do him the oral favors he had just bestowed on her. He hadn’t put any condoms in his pocket and he knew better than to ask to go without. He wouldn’t take that kind of risk. “What part of my gift?”
“Roy!” Her voice was sharper than the crack of her hand against her thigh.
So it was that kind of gift, the kind where he gave over all control to her. Oh, he loved that. Roy slogged out of the water and accepted the thick towel Riza handed him. He only dried off enough to yank his pants up. To hell with the rest of his clothes, including his shoes.
“You’re like an eager puppy.” She laughed, following him as he shambled back to the cottage uncomfortably. “You need disciplined like one.”
“Walking like this is discipline enough,” Roy groaned.
“Poor baby.” Riza reached over and squeezed his crotch.
“Do that again and my gift can wait for tomorrow. That tree over there is looking inviting.” Roy scooped her closer.
Riza tapped his chin. “Behave, Roy. I’m not getting bark up my backside but if you want to give it a try, we’ll come back later in the week.” Roy made an exaggerated face as if he was contemplating it and she laughed again, trying to make him hurry along. “You can be such a freak.”
“I thought that’s why you fell for me.” He grinned.
Riza tugged him into the house. “I first looked at you because Father forbade it but I fell for you because you were the most arrogant, intelligent and frustrating boy I had ever met and I like challenges.”
Roy’s face screwed up as he followed her. “Did I just get insulted?”
“No,” she said and he just cocked an eyebrow at her. Riza ran a hand over his smooth cheek. Roy couldn’t grow much of a beard, just some patchy chin hairs and a mustache but she didn’t mind. She liked the feel of his soft skin between her legs. “Go in the bedroom, undress and wait for me on the bed.”
Roy’s pupils dilated at her tone. He loved when she took over. He spent so much of his time in control over everything that the few chances he had to let it all go and have someone care for him were magic. He headed for the bedroom.
Riza peered back outside while her earnest lover was stripping off. She didn’t see Hughes but she waved her arm then shut the door, leaving it unlocked for him to sneak in. She opened the bag she had left on the coffee table and took out a long droopy feather and a candle. Lighting the candle, Riza went into the bed room. Roy was obediently sitting naked on the bed sheets, a pillow propped behind his back. His eyes were half shut as his hand slowly touched his cock just enough to keep him aroused.
His eyes widened a bit. “What’s with the feather?”
“You’ll see.” She smiled a cat’s smile at him. Riza set the fat candle down and crossed her wrists. She put them over her head. “Hands together please, Roy.”
Roy complied, grabbing onto the wrought iron head board. He eyed her expectantly and when she didn’t move he asked, “Silk?”
She grinned, knowing he wanted the silk scarf she used to tie him up. Roy loved the feel of silk against his skin and tying him up set him free in ways the couple couldn’t really explain to outsiders. “Not today. Today, you do as I say.”
A slow smile slid across his face. “All right.”
“Now sit very still,” Riza said, slowly stripping out of her clothing again before kneeling on the bed. Was that the front door opening and closing faintly she heard? Roy’s attention was on her, oblivious to everything else. She trailed the feather over his nipples and he writhed. “Is that sitting still?”
“No fair,” he said, turning puppy eyes on her.
“I could always stop.” She inched toward the edge of the bed.
Roy’s eyes widened and he almost brought his hands down but a look from Riza glued him back to the headboard. “I like when you tease.”
“I know you do.” Riza curled the feather around his cock. Roy sucked in a deep breath, his back arching. She tickled the insides of his thighs and over his penis again. He fought hard not to squirm so she rewarded him with a lick over the damp head of his cock. Out of the corner of her eye she caught a glint, a mirror maybe? Leave it to Maes to bring something that would allow him to peek around corners.
Riza liked the idea of being watched. She opened wide, rolling her lips over her teeth so she wouldn’t scrape him then slowly made her way down Roy’s cock as she flicked the feather over his belly. She loved the flutter of his muscles as he strived to comply with her verbal restraints. She knew he wanted to touch her, saw him nearly reach for her hair at least twice as her mouth worked him.
Riza let him pop free and Roy mewled at the loss of touch. She sat back, tracing the outlines of her breasts with the feather. He gave her such a look of longing as the feather moved over her skin. “No moving, Roy,” she reminded him as he started to uncross his wrists.
“But, I can’t do anything for you like this.”
Riza chuckled lowly. “Don’t be so sure. Do you know how handsome you are like that, how it makes me feel? Sometimes just watching you not doing your job at the office and thinking about whipping you into shape makes it hard to concentrate, because all I want to do is make you squirm under me.”
“I’m the best part of your day.” He smiled, arching his hips just a little, hoping for her touch.
Riza laughed, twitching the feather over his testicles and he lost his grip on the wrought iron. “You are so arrogant but right.” She drew the feather back up the length of his cock and he moaned again. “Grab the headboard, Roy.”
He fastened his hands around it and she stood over him. “Want me to touch you more?”
“Yes, please,” he begged.
Riza squatted down, just touching her dewy folds to the tip of him before standing back up. He moaned, turning on the puppy eyes again. She bent over, circling the tip of his cock with the feather until the headboard was rattling from him trying to hold himself still. Riza walked up the mattress and grabbed the headboard just above his hands. She trailed her toes over his chest. “How much do you want me, baby?”
“Too badly to say.”
She traced the curve of his face with her toe. He turned his head and planted a kiss on the arch of her foot as it passed. When she didn’t discipline him for moving, Roy sucked on her big toe. Riza sighed. Her man just loved to use his mouth. She could be greedy and just kneel over his face and she knew he’d pleasure her all over again but it was time to give to him.
She eased out of his mouth and swung off the bed. Riza put the feather down and picked up the candle. She poked the tip of her nail in the wax. “Do you know what really excites me? The look of bliss on your face when that slight kiss of pain touches your skin and I know that you like it.”
Roy’s eyes fixated on the candle, his breath hitching. He started to let go of the headboard in anticipation then grabbed it again. “Just a little pain. It sharpens me. I can’t describe it.”
“You don’t have to. I see it in your eyes and it makes my body weak with want.” Riza sashayed to the bed with the candle.
Roy licked his lips, lust filling his eyes.
Riza held the candle high so the wax would cool a bit before it hit him. She dribbled it over his nipples. White wax slithered down his muscles, puddling in his belly. Roy hissed and moaned, rattling the headboard more. She couldn’t really make out his lust-slurred words other than her name. Riza tipped the candle again, rewarded by a drawn out cry.
“Need you, please. Let me...” he babbled, writhing on the sheets.
Riza grinned and put the candle aside and got out a condom. “No words now. This you mean?”
Roy nodded enthusiastically. Riza carefully put it over him then stepped back so she could play with the wax on his erect nipples. She could see the words knocking on his teeth, almost heard him begging her, but she let him wait until he was groaning wordlessly, his hips pumping in desperation. Riza straddled him, her back to him. Their watcher needed a little show, too.
“You can talk again, Roy,” she said, sliding him inside of her. Roy’s answer was a wordless groan of relief. She knew he wouldn’t last very long. She caught another glint of Maes’ mirror as she bounced hard on Roy. She played with her breasts as she ground down on him. The mirror jerked a bit. Was Maes surprised? Turned on? Both? It made her hotter. Riza plucked at one nipple as her other hand reached down, alternating between her clit and Roy’s testicles.
“Can I touch your back?” Roy asked, brokenly.
“Yes.”
Riza sighed, feeling his hot hands smooth up over her tattooed skin. He took liberties, his hands curving down over her buttocks then up to catch her hair. She felt Roy shuddering under her as his hands fell away. She rocked on him still, squeezing her clit. She orgasmed as she released it. Riza slid off her lover, puddling between his legs, her eyes trained on the open doorway. Oh, yes she loved having an audience.
She rolled off the bed then got a garbage can. Roy tossed the condom in it. “Lie back,” she said and slowly began to peel the wax off her lover’s all but hairless chest. She liked that about him. It made wax play more or less painless. His skin was a pretty red under the wax. Roy’s eyes fluttered shut as she circled her fingers over the warmed flesh.
“Go to sleep, baby.”
He didn’t seem to need much urging. Roy dropped off for a cat nap. Riza grinned. If he thought he was stimulated now, just wait until later. She pulled on her robe and headed out into the living room. Maes was sitting on the floor, flushed and a little breathless himself.
She smiled at him. “Enjoying the show?” she asked quietly.
Maes grinned. “Like you don’t know.” He unfolded from the floor and touched her cheek. “Do you know how beautiful you are?”
Riza blushed. Roy had been her only lover, ever. She wasn’t used to attention from other men but found she craved it from this man. “Thank you.”
Maes peered over her shoulder. “He sleeping?”
“He won’t be for long, never is.”
“I know.”
Riza looked at him for a moment. She had guessed Roy and Maes were lovers but she hadn’t really had to confront it until now. Her lover had woken up in this man’s arms before. A frisson of jealousy crept through her but it was beaten back by the desire to see it for herself. What did they look like together? Just thinking of it made her moist. She had made a good choice in inviting Maes. Part of her wanted him just for him, that infectious smile and those shoulders were inviting. But more importantly she wanted him as a bigger part of her life because he meant so much to Roy. Anyone could see they were best friends - though at times they seemed like such an ill-matched pair - but they were so much more. At first, she couldn’t believe it but once she did, Riza had become fascinated with seeing them together.
Maes seemed to sense her hesitation. He leaned down and kissed her softly. His kiss was as honeyed as his eyes, gentle, undemanding. She wanted more, slipping her arms around him, kissing him deeper then stepped back. She touched her swollen lips.
“You are as sweet as Roy says,” Maes said, brushing her hair back.
She shivered. “Thanks.”
He gave her a look of concern. “Nervous?”
“A little,” she admitted. “He still doesn’t know you’re here. I’ll go back in there with him, give us a little time to rest and then I’ll tell him.”
“Perfect. I could use a little time myself.” He smiled. “I’ll just wait on the couch.”
“Good.” Riza kissed him again then headed back into the bedroom. Roy hugged his pillow and had his head on hers as he hogged the bed. She slipped in behind him, wrapping around him. Roy shifted, looking bleary-eyed at her over his shoulder. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”
“Not really sleeping, just resting my eyes. Did I hear you talking out there?” He ran a hand over her hip as he twisted so he could face her.
“You were dreaming.”
He made a humming sound, letting his eyes close again. “I could do this all week.”
Riza rubbed his chest. “Really now? You don’t think you might get tired?”
“I can’t imagine getting tired of you.” Roy fluttered kisses like butterflies over her cheek.
She let her eyes shut for a brief moment. “That’s very sweet.”
“Certainly want to get back into that water and I’ll remember to bring the condoms this time.” Roy smiled. “And that nature hike.”
“I warn you know, Roy, you’d better know what poison ivy looks like because I am not explaining how I got it there to any doctor, understood?” She tapped his nose.
“Understood.” Roy started laughing.
“What?”
“Just imagining something worse than poison ivy...like a mad squirrel jumping into the fray and biting.” Roy laughed harder.
She pinched his butt. “You are so twisted sometimes.”
“You love me that way.” Roy rolled on top of her, nuzzling her breasts. “Just looking at you gives me so much energy.”
“Bet you say that to all your lovers,” She ruffled his hair.
Roy sat back and gave her a look. “Huh?”
“Ready for your special treat?” She ran a finger down his belly. “I’ll go get it now.”
“I want my treat.” Roy flopped back on the bed. “Riza, you know that reputation of mine...”
“Is all talk made up by silly men trying to one up each other?” She smirked at him.
“Well, when you put it that way, it just sounds stupid.” Roy flushed.
“That’s maleness for you. But, I do know I share you.” Riza went serious for a moment and the alarm in his eyes tore at her heart. She needed to be very delicate here or she’d hurt him and she really didn’t want to do that.
He put his hand on her arm. “Riza, I don’t...”
“She knows, buddy,” Maes called from the doorway.
Roy sat bolt upright, his eyes wild, looking between his two lovers, confused, maybe even a little frightened. His head kept snapping back and forth but he couldn’t seem to find his tongue.
“We took a big gamble that you wouldn’t mind sharing with us,” she said softly, folding her hand over his. “Or sharing us with each other. I thought it would be good, be important for all of us to be a part of each other’s lives.”
“Are you serious?” Roy’s voice was colored in fourteen shades of disbelief. “I’ve thought about this a hundred times but I never thought you’d even...I thought you’d leave me if you knew.” He shook like a frightened boy.
Riza put her arms around him. “I love you so much. I want to be able to live in and love all facets of your life so I asked Maes to be here with us.”
Roy’s gaze dropped to the peacock bedspread for a moment. “I’m too overwhelmed to talk,” he said, finally.
“If we took too big a step for you, it’s okay, Roy,” Riza said, smoothing his hair.
“No, this is more than I hoped for. It’s just...I’m dreaming,” Roy stammered.
Maes laughed then came over. He caught Roy’s hair and hauled him in for a breathless kiss. Riza felt a little winded herself. She hadn’t imagined these two would look so beautiful together; beautiful, not handsome, like artwork. The subtle movements of their jaws hid thrusts of tongue. She knew Maes would taste her on Roy but had she left traces of herself on him for Roy to find? What would Roy think? From the lust-clouded eyes, visible when Maes broke the kiss and stepped back, Riza doubted any thinking at all was going on in her lover’s mind.
“That doesn’t convince me I’m not dreaming. Quite the opposite.” Roy smiled, panting for breath.
Riza brushed her lips over Roy’s, then grabbed Maes’ hand, dragging him down to meet her lips. This kiss was hotter, harder, more demanding the ones in the living room. She felt intent on devouring this man. From the corner of her eyes, Riza saw Roy’s face come so alive he seemed to glow.
“Now I’m convinced it’s a dream.” Roy’s hand ran languidly over the hypersensitive skin of her thigh.
“Then I’ll have to wake you up,” she said, using a nip to his neck instead of a pinch.
Roy grabbed her, crushing her to him. “And you thought I didn’t want to leave this bed before? I’m never moving now.”
Riza cocked an eyebrow at Maes, “Is he this greedy with you, too?”
Maes chuckled lowly. “He wouldn’t be our Roy if he wasn’t.” Maes sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand over the soft sheets Roy’s legs were cocooned by.
“That’s not helping,” Roy said, throatily.
“So I can feel.” Riza reached under the covers to give him a feathery stroke. “You’ve rested enough.”
“Told you I had energy.” Roy grinned like a boy in the town’s biggest candy shop.
“She’s probably glad she has someone to help disperse that energy.” Maes patted Roy’s calf.
“I didn’t get a rest or a chance to watch,” Riza said, leaning against Roy’s chest
Roy’s eyes popped. He turned to Maes in shock. “You were watching?”
“In the bath house and here.” Maes grinned broadly. “It was a lovely show. She’s every bit as beautiful as you said and more.”
Riza blushed and Roy reached up, touching her hot cheek. “She is.”
She caught his hand, kissing the scarred knuckles. “Why don’t you two start? It’s my turn to lie back and watch.”
“Gladly.” Maes hitched himself onto the bed more as Roy snaked his arms around him.
Snakes, that was a good image she decided, for the both of them. Sensual, intimate, their bodies twined together as mouths explored and demanded. Their hips bumped and ground against each other through tented cloth. Riza felt those bumps as if they were touching her too. Her flesh went hot and swollen. She rubbed herself slowly with one hand, wet and wishing she was joining in. She saw Roy looking at her out of the corner of his eye, grinning.
She smiled back. He was getting off on being watched. Somehow she suspected he would. What surprised her was how hot she was getting from watching them and Maes was still clothed. How much better would it get when he finally peeled out of his clothing and she could see what those broad shoulders really looked like?
He must have read her mind, sitting back so he could start to undress. Roy rolled over and caught the fingers she had been pleasuring herself with. His tongue curled around them like a child with a candy stick. His tongue darted out, flickering over her clit. Riza moaned softly.
Maes laughed. “As greedy as ever,” he said, slithering out of his pants. Riza did her best to try to not compare their cocks and failed. Maes was a little shorter but thicker. His coloring was darker than Roy’s and his penis looked a little less like it might be hurting him. Roy’s pale skin got so red sometimes she wondered if he hurt. Riza slid her robe off wondering what Maes would feel like inside of her.
Roy caught the silky cloth of her robe as she tried to undress, using it to pin her to him. His mouth crashed against hers, his tongue rolling in her mouth as nimble as a dancer. She could feel the tip of his cock bobbing against her belly, drawing out wet little patterns of desire. “I can’t help it,” he said as his mouth left hers far too soon. “Knowing she’s watching is driving me crazy!”
“I know what you mean. Watching you two was doing that to me,” Maes admitted.
“And me,” Riza said, trying not to pout as Roy left her to herd Maes back against the headboard.
He looked over his shoulder at her. “Watch, baby.” He pinned Maes to the headboard, kissing his neck then stretched out next to him and bent his head so he could kiss the tip of Maes’ cock. Riza’s eyes couldn’t tear away from the sight of Roy’s lips parting to take the tip of Maes’ weepy member into his mouth. He slowly took more of Maes in until he had to be deep in Roy’s throat. She shuddered, hearing Maes moan, the look on his face so lust-filled and frantic she felt herself spinning toward the edge. She thrust her fingers inside of herself as she watched Roy’s mouth work.
He let Maes pop free, smiling at her. Her eyes closed for a moment as she rode the wave crashing through her. Afterwards, Riza pulled her fingers free and saw Maes smiling at her as he ran his fingers through Roy’s silky hair. She smiled back then stretched out next to Roy. She leaned in and suckled Maes’ testicles. He groaned, his head thumping back against the wrought iron. Roy’s tongue slid back down over the hard, veiny flesh then his mouth met hers, tasting meaty and salty. Anonymous fingers ran over her back. Riza didn’t care which man they belong to as sensual as the touch was. Roy broke the kiss and licked up one side of Maes’ cock. She ran her tongue up the other.
Maes cried out incoherently. Roy sat back and smirked over at her. “I think we’re too much for him.”
“Any more and I’ll...” Maes panted.
“Too soon. I want to see what else you two do,” Riza demanded, sitting back.
Roy nodded. “We can do that.”
Maes sat up and caught Roy’s ankles, pulling him towards him. Maes stretched out between Roy’s muscular legs paying some oral homage of his own. Riza noticed they were a little rougher with each other than maybe she was. Roy didn’t seem to mind, back arched, head denting the mattress as Maes pressed Roy’s hips down to keep him from pumping too far into his mouth. Maes quickly had Roy writhing and moaning, his chest now a beautiful shade of dusky rose.
Maes let Roy’s cock go and swarmed over top of him. She couldn’t hear what they were whispering about then caught sight of the mischievous looks they were giving her. She suddenly understood what she couldn’t hear; they loved having her watch them and were conferring on what would make the best show. Maes went to roll off the bed but Riza stopped him.
“I need my kit,” he told her, nodding toward the black leather kit his handheld mirror had disappeared back into.
“I’ll get it.” Riza swung out of bed.
Maes captured her when she brought it over to him. His lips pressed first to her belly and then up to her breast. She giggled at the feel of his whiskers on her sensitive skin. He nipped at a nipple then let her go as he took the kit. He put it on the night stand and fished out a blue glass jar from inside.
Roy reached over and took it from Maes. “Lay back,” he said softly.
Maes made himself comfortable on the pillows and Roy sat next to him, dipping his fingers into the blue jar. Riza watched him slick up Maes’ cock and it suddenly dawned on her that her lover was the ‘girl’ in this relationship. The thought had never crossed her mind. When she thought about them together, Riza hadn’t ever considered more than the tangle of tongues and the jousting of cocks. In the back of her mind she knew that sometimes, maybe most times, penetration still happened. Being young and still relatively inexperienced, Riza hadn’t thought much about it.
A frisson of worry blossomed in her belly. Did this hurt Roy? Would he do it if it did? Surely he couldn’t be showing off just for her sake, could he? No, the way his hands moved, this couldn’t be his first time by any means. Roy rolled up on his knees, his fingers skimming over the puckered ridge of muscle before dipping inside of himself with the lubricant. His breath caught sharply as he did so. Maybe this did hurt him a little, she decided but the pleasure had to make it worth it. Maes capped up the jar and Riza took it from him, putting it back in his kit.
Roy glanced over at her and smiled softly. She got back on the bed behind him, rubbing his shoulders as she watched his eyes dilate a bit. He hesitated for a moment as if he couldn’t decide which lover to chose then straddled Maes. Riza held her breath as she watched Roy guide Maes cock up inside of him. She caught hold of him as his back arched, his head coming back against her breast as a guttural moan rippled out of him.
“Roy?” she whispered, afraid for him.
He moaned again and there was no mistaking the pleasure in it. Roy braced himself with one hand on Maes’ thigh and reached back to twine his fingers with hers with the other. As she rubbed along Roy’s back, Riza let him get his rhythm moving on Maes’ cock. Both men looked so lost to lust she almost thought they’d forgotten her until Roy turned his head enough to plant quick, hard kisses on her breast.
With her free hand, Riza plucked at Roy’s nipples, taking pride in his ‘oh, god’s,’ almost funny spilling out of the mouth of an atheist. After first toying with Maes’ sac and grinning at his loud cries of pleasure, she circled her hand over Roy’s cock and stroked him hard and firm, his member twitching at her touch. She had him nigh delirious with delight. Riza, knowing her lover’s signs, clamped down over the head of his cock, circumventing his orgasm. It was too soon. She wasn’t done watching, playing, savoring them.
“Riza,” Maes said throatily, holding out a hand.
Roy let her go and Riza moved. She leaned over and planted a kiss on Maes’ chest then straddled him, facing Roy. It was a unique perspective on her lover. She never imagined see him like this, face sweating, hands clasped around another man’s hips as he thrust down hard on the cock that speared him.
Maes’ hand ran up her spine. “Gorgeous, isn’t he?” he purred.
“Always,” she muttered, leaning forward, trying to catch Roy’s mouth with hers.
He let go of Maes and steadied himself on her shoulders as their mouths clashed. Riza groaned into his mouth as Maes’ fingers slid up into her wet, hot depths. Her little muscles clutched at him as he teased her clit. Roy ducked his head to suckle her breasts as Maes’ fingers plundered her. Riza cried out, her orgasm leaving her almost boneless atop Maes’ torso. She slid off onto the bed in time to watch Maes lick the drew from his hands. Roy reached down, toying with his lover and Maes’ body shook, a low cry tearing out of him as he came.
Roy rode him a little bit more, his unfocused jet eyes turning to Riza. “Riza...let’s finish.”
He eased himself off of Maes’ softening penis as Riza turned to the night stand to get another condom. She knew Roy couldn’t possibly last much longer but she wanted him inside her, needed him to be. She jerked the prophylactic on him with one desperate stroke.
Maes caught her shoulders, hauling her back against his belly. Her legs splayed over his as she rested against Maes’ chest. Roy crawled between both sets of legs and he pressed into her fast and needy, flattening her into Maes. The taller man’s arms went around both his lovers as Roy thrust into her, his mouth devouring hers. Maes’ hands went from Roy’s back down to massage her clit.
Riza wouldn’t be surprised if they heard her orgasmic cries all the way to the town center as she gushed over both mens’ thighs. Roy spilled almost immediately afterwards and the trio collapsed into a heap on the bed. Riza didn’t know exactly where she ended and her lovers began. It was the most amazing feeling in the world.
Lips pressed against her back, and Roy whispered, “You have no idea how special you are, either of you.”
“As special as you,” Maes replied, drowsily.
No one else said anything. Panting gave way to the soft even sounds of slumber.
X X X
“I’m almost too tired to even move,” Roy said, his chin barely above water in the hot spring. He still had the wild flower behind his ear where Riza had tucked it, in spite of Maes bringing out his camera for this part of their time together. Riza hoped Maes developed his own film.
“Not even for more wine?” Riza wiggled the bottle, her cheeks flushed from drink. Roy hitched himself, fumbling for his glass.
“I’ve never known him to turn down good alcohol.” Maes grinned, sipping some of the ruby drink.
“I just like the finer things in life,” Roy said with a petulant pout.
“Just look at that lip.” Riza laughed.
“Does that look work on you? It’s wasted on me,” Maes said, flicking Roy’s bottom lip.
Riza leaned over to fill Roy’s glass and gave him a little kiss. “I confess a certain weakness to it.”
“Don’t tell him, Riza. He’ll try to wheedle everything he can out of it,” Maes warned and Roy scowled.
“I think he’s instinctually aware of it,” Riza said, tipping the last of the wine into her glass. “So, tomorrow, nature hike?”
Roy wrinkled his nose. “She’s determined to get me out stumbling around in the woods.”
“It’ll be fun,” she protested. “It’s beautiful out in the forest. Maes can get pictures I won’t be blushing about.”
“But it’s my birthday and I don’t want to leave the cottage.” Roy sipped his wine and Maes snorted.
Riza made a face. “If we only did what you wanted, we’d have no fluids left in our bodies by tomorrow.”
“Fine, when that happens then we go on the hike.” Roy shrugged.
“I think you’re forgetting the greedy part of him, Riza.” Maes grinned.
“Yes, I suppose I am but he forgets that I’m very capable of making him work for what he wants.” Riza shot Roy a knowing look.
“You like me this way and I like it when you make me work,” Roy said, running his toes over someone’s foot. “Hmmm, who’s foot is this?”
“Does it matter?” Maes asked.
Roy shook his head. “Not at all. Okay, I’ll go tripping through the forest tomorrow.” Roy set his wine aside and disappeared under the water for a moment. He sluiced it off his raven hair when he surfaced. “So, who’s birthday is next?” He leaned forward and took both his lovers in his arms, whispering wickedly to them, “Because I really like how we’ve chosen to celebrate.”
The Art of Tantalization
D M Evans
Disclaimer - so not mine. All rights belong to Hiromu Arikawa et al Square Enix and funimition. I don’t make a profit
Rating - FRMAO (for graphic sex of a threesome nature)
Pairing - Roy/Riza/Maes
Summary - Riza has a special treat planned for Roy’s twentieth birthday
Time Line - Manga verse (more or less), just a few months after returning from Ishbal though some spoilers for what was revealed about Riza in ch 58.
Author’s Note #1 - This story contains sex with a threesome which quite naturally contains sex with boy/girl, boy/boy and boy/boy/girl. There's voyeurism, wax play and other kinks. If this bugs you, bugger off now and don’t yell at me for it later.
Author’s Note #2 - This was written for the Cuff ‘em, Vamp ‘em, or Just Make ‘Em Come Already Kink and Cliché Multi-Fandom Challenge. My challenge was to use one or more of the following prompts Eliade's: Intoxication and altered states (aphrodisiacs; drugs or alcohol; sex pollen/spores; substances or devices that create arousal, affection, or dependency; speaking or showing the truth while intoxicated; visionary states) Eliade's: Master and slave (erotic or romantic slavery, or otherwise; see Power issues) Kink: Voyeurism AND my friends added, verbal restraint, wax and feathers to it. Figures I sign up for a Kinkathon and my story isn’t kinky...it’s romantic. I just have to be perverse, you know. (Kinks used are in bold...though I think intoxication is in the ending)
Author's Note #3 - Thanks to
evil_little_dog and mjules for the betaRoy looked out over the grassy meadow alive with jewel-toned flowers. The sole appeal of the bucolic town of Hot Springs, beyond its signature springs, was its isolation. While a tourist destination, it was still off the beaten track and better yet, far from headquarters.
Mustang had sent Hawkeye south on a mission that would take her less than a day to do and allotted her a week in which to do it. She immediately headed to Hot Springs afterwards. He had gone on liberty with no recorded destination. It had gotten old having to make up stories and go through all this trouble so he could be with Riza but she was worth it. Besides, it was his birthday. Hawkeye wanted it to be perfect and he appreciated her effort.
She promised him a special treat for his birthday. Roy couldn’t begin to guess at what that might mean but he was excited. It had been a difficult few months and he needed a break. Ishbalan nightmares had become worse from all the stress and he was looking forward to relaxing. It wasn’t every day one left their teens behind and turned twenty.
Roy tensed involuntarily as Riza hugged him from behind. He hadn’t heard her approach across the porch. “Sorry,” she whispered. “I should know better than to surprise you.”
He cupped his hands over hers where they rested on his belly. “It’s okay. It’s so beautiful here, so green.”
“I thought after the desert, we could use green.” She came around to his side, trailing her arm around him. “I could stay here forever.”
Roy murmured his agreement. “Just being here is gift enough. I don’t need a special treat…but, will I find out soon?”
Riza laughed, putting a finger over his lips. “You are a greedy creature, you know that, right?”
“Yes.” He pulled her closer, nuzzling her neck. “Can’t get enough of you, for instance.”
“Just so you know, you will need to keep your clothes on for part of this vacation.” She giggled. “I expect to go on nature walks at the very least, and I hear there’s a vineyard in town that gives samples of the wines they make.”
“Wine sounds good,” he said, his lips moving lower down over her shoulders then detoured so he could catch one aroused nipple through the cloth of her shirt with his teeth.
“You didn’t actually hear me when I said the clothing thing, did you?” She stroked his soft hair.
“Heard you. My birthday. I’m greedy.” He grinned at her like an errant boy.
Riza just shook her head and took his hand. “Come on.” She pulled him off the porch and onto the wooded path.
“We’re not going on the nature hike now, are we?” Roy whined, eyeing the woods around him as if it were his enemy.
Riza laughed again. “No.” She led him to a small stone building. Climbing roses decorated one side and the other was covered with ivy, a blissful little place. The tangy scent of minerals melded with the sweet, heavy scent of roses. She pulled him over the threshold into the building and heat hit them like a fist.
“Ah, the hot spring,” Roy purred, eyeing the crystalline water bubbling up from the rocks into the hand-hewn pool.
“Our own private one.” She stroked his arm. “Like it?”
“This is perfect,” Roy said, sliding his hand along the skin of her back, rucking up her shirt as he went. He tugged her shirt higher, nibbling on her nipples again as they pressed against the cloth of her bra.
Riza wiggled her hips against him as he undid the bra before curling his tongue over the waiting nipple. She sighed, ruffling his hair. “I like your birthdays. I always have fun.”
Roy’s tongue laved over her breasts then up her neck. His hips rubbed against her. He was half hard already. “I’m very invested in your pleasure.”
“It’s one of the things I love about you.” Riza took a step back and wiggled out of her pants. She stepped into the water, inviting him to follow. The warm liquid enveloped her and she floated over to one of the cut-out, smoothed areas of the stone designed for lounging. Riza did just that and watched Mustang strip.
He was slow about it, teasing her with glimpses of pale flesh over tight, wiry muscle. There might not be much to him in height or breadth but her lover know how to make the most of every part of himself. Mustang sighed a little, getting into the spring. He submerged for a moment under the mineral water and surfaced between her legs.
Riza stroked his hair back off his forehead. “You look so handsome sometimes I can’t even breathe when I see you.” Roy kissed the inside of her thighs as a thank you. She let her legs float apart. “You know we do have all week here.”
“No need to pace.” He licked her. “Energy is something I have a lot of.”
“I’m so glad to hear it.” She ruffled his wet hair, glancing out the round window. She saw Maes looking in at them and grinned at him. He waved then ducked out of view. He’d be peering in, she knew, watching them. He was Roy’s special treat but it wasn’t quite time to surprise her lover yet. She just needed to keep Roy from looking at the window. She doubted that would be difficult.
Riza sucked in a deep breath as Roy ducked under the water and flickered his tongue over her labia. She let go of the sides of the spring, floating on the wonderful, warm water. Roy sat on the pebbly bottom, supporting her back as she bobbed on the water. All sensations muted by the water, and, except for the feel of Roy’s tongue and fingers teasing, probing, exciting her, Riza’s world narrowed to that small part of her body. The floating magnified the sensations until she could almost hear her cries through the water, which ebbed and flowed around her with Roy’s movements.
She burst with rhythmic tides of her own as Roy lifted her up out of the water before she accidentally arched her way under the surface. He pressed her back against the stone, kissing her as his cock brushed against her. Riza wrapped her arms around him, trying to catch her breath. Yes, his birthday was the best time of the year.
X X X
When Riza had hunted him down a few weeks ago, Maes hadn’t thought much of it until she asked him to meet her in a private place. That wasn’t normal. Maes had spent the time until the meeting worrying that something was wrong with Roy again. His friend hadn’t been quite right since Ishbal but given the things they had done there, Maes understood it. Together he and Riza had been doing what they could to bolster Roy. It was no surprise to him how much Riza cared for Roy. He had known since Ishbal they were lovers. Roy had told him about his first time with Riza that didn’t even involve the removal of clothing back when they were both really too young to know what the hell they were doing. Maes had been floored when Roy told him why Riza had insisted on leaving their clothes on. Her father had been one twisted son of a bitch and Maes was glad to never have met him.
Fraternization was forbidden. It would ruin their careers. Sometimes sneaking around hurt but it was the only way. Still, Maes had felt safe in the knowledge that his own relationship with Roy was a well guarded secret. That said, a strong wind could have knocked him down when Riza announced she knew that she shared her lover with Hughes.
Once he found his tongue again, Maes had been furious that Roy had told her without telling him he was going to do it and he told Riza as much. She had just looked at him and said, ‘Roy didn’t tell me.’ He should have known if anyone could have caught them out, it would be Hawkeye. She was very bright and very close to Roy.
She had a strange and tantalizing proposition for Maes. She and Roy had arranged to sneak away for Roy’s birthday. She wanted him to do the same and meet them there as part of Roy’s gift. The thought of joining the both of them in bed made his palms sweat and his body thrum in all the best ways. It didn’t enter his mind that Roy might be possessive until the train ride north when it was far too late.
Riza had promised to signal him when it was time for him to put in an appearance but told him that he was more than welcome to watch. So Maes booked a crappy room in a small hotel just in case things didn’t go well then found himself standing in the roses peeking in the window. There was something definitely arousing about watching Riza like a flower petal on the water, her skin going rosy as Roy’s tongue worked obvious magic.
Maes leaned on the cut stone, carelessly peeking through the window. He’d catch hell from Riza if Roy saw him but he was too caught up in observing them. Riza must have suspected he would. Did she enjoy him watching? She must, or she wouldn’t have invited him. What would Roy do when he found out? Maes almost didn’t care. Eyes trained on the glass, he unzippered himself, lost in the heady scent of roses and the feast for the eyes before him. Out of desperation, Maes spat in his hand, since it wouldn’t do to get chapped now and from how tight his cock was, he knew there was no chance of it going down on its own. He needed release.
Wondering what Riza would taste like and when he’d find out, Maes found his rhythm, sliding his hand up and down his shaft. As he watched, groaning softly to himself, he heard the soft hum of the bees on the roses. The view inside made him forget his worries about being stung. Maes moved his hand faster, hearing the muted cries from inside the stone building as Roy left Riza senseless with passion. Maes turned and decorated the roses with pearl drops, his own orgasm hitting very hard and fast, leaving him panting.
Wiping his hands on a handkerchief, Maes glanced back towards the window. Riza seemed to be trying to get a very aroused Roy back into his pants to follow her. Poor guy, a little too excited for his own good. Maes didn’t know what Riza had planned but it must be something if she wasn’t willing to finish Roy off in the spring.
He ducked around out of sight behind the building and waited for them to come out.
X X X
“Just put them on Roy,” Riza said, pointing to his pants.
Roy huffed, clinging to the side of the spring, pouting like a child. “We can finish here.”
Riza gave him a look. “Then you’ll be too tired for part of your gift. We can do this all again tomorrow.”
Roy sucked in his bottom lip, considering that, weighing it against the throbbing hard-on he had. He wanted, no needed, relief. He knew the best he could hope for - which suited him just fine since her mouth was lovely - was to have Riza do him the oral favors he had just bestowed on her. He hadn’t put any condoms in his pocket and he knew better than to ask to go without. He wouldn’t take that kind of risk. “What part of my gift?”
“Roy!” Her voice was sharper than the crack of her hand against her thigh.
So it was that kind of gift, the kind where he gave over all control to her. Oh, he loved that. Roy slogged out of the water and accepted the thick towel Riza handed him. He only dried off enough to yank his pants up. To hell with the rest of his clothes, including his shoes.
“You’re like an eager puppy.” She laughed, following him as he shambled back to the cottage uncomfortably. “You need disciplined like one.”
“Walking like this is discipline enough,” Roy groaned.
“Poor baby.” Riza reached over and squeezed his crotch.
“Do that again and my gift can wait for tomorrow. That tree over there is looking inviting.” Roy scooped her closer.
Riza tapped his chin. “Behave, Roy. I’m not getting bark up my backside but if you want to give it a try, we’ll come back later in the week.” Roy made an exaggerated face as if he was contemplating it and she laughed again, trying to make him hurry along. “You can be such a freak.”
“I thought that’s why you fell for me.” He grinned.
Riza tugged him into the house. “I first looked at you because Father forbade it but I fell for you because you were the most arrogant, intelligent and frustrating boy I had ever met and I like challenges.”
Roy’s face screwed up as he followed her. “Did I just get insulted?”
“No,” she said and he just cocked an eyebrow at her. Riza ran a hand over his smooth cheek. Roy couldn’t grow much of a beard, just some patchy chin hairs and a mustache but she didn’t mind. She liked the feel of his soft skin between her legs. “Go in the bedroom, undress and wait for me on the bed.”
Roy’s pupils dilated at her tone. He loved when she took over. He spent so much of his time in control over everything that the few chances he had to let it all go and have someone care for him were magic. He headed for the bedroom.
Riza peered back outside while her earnest lover was stripping off. She didn’t see Hughes but she waved her arm then shut the door, leaving it unlocked for him to sneak in. She opened the bag she had left on the coffee table and took out a long droopy feather and a candle. Lighting the candle, Riza went into the bed room. Roy was obediently sitting naked on the bed sheets, a pillow propped behind his back. His eyes were half shut as his hand slowly touched his cock just enough to keep him aroused.
His eyes widened a bit. “What’s with the feather?”
“You’ll see.” She smiled a cat’s smile at him. Riza set the fat candle down and crossed her wrists. She put them over her head. “Hands together please, Roy.”
Roy complied, grabbing onto the wrought iron head board. He eyed her expectantly and when she didn’t move he asked, “Silk?”
She grinned, knowing he wanted the silk scarf she used to tie him up. Roy loved the feel of silk against his skin and tying him up set him free in ways the couple couldn’t really explain to outsiders. “Not today. Today, you do as I say.”
A slow smile slid across his face. “All right.”
“Now sit very still,” Riza said, slowly stripping out of her clothing again before kneeling on the bed. Was that the front door opening and closing faintly she heard? Roy’s attention was on her, oblivious to everything else. She trailed the feather over his nipples and he writhed. “Is that sitting still?”
“No fair,” he said, turning puppy eyes on her.
“I could always stop.” She inched toward the edge of the bed.
Roy’s eyes widened and he almost brought his hands down but a look from Riza glued him back to the headboard. “I like when you tease.”
“I know you do.” Riza curled the feather around his cock. Roy sucked in a deep breath, his back arching. She tickled the insides of his thighs and over his penis again. He fought hard not to squirm so she rewarded him with a lick over the damp head of his cock. Out of the corner of her eye she caught a glint, a mirror maybe? Leave it to Maes to bring something that would allow him to peek around corners.
Riza liked the idea of being watched. She opened wide, rolling her lips over her teeth so she wouldn’t scrape him then slowly made her way down Roy’s cock as she flicked the feather over his belly. She loved the flutter of his muscles as he strived to comply with her verbal restraints. She knew he wanted to touch her, saw him nearly reach for her hair at least twice as her mouth worked him.
Riza let him pop free and Roy mewled at the loss of touch. She sat back, tracing the outlines of her breasts with the feather. He gave her such a look of longing as the feather moved over her skin. “No moving, Roy,” she reminded him as he started to uncross his wrists.
“But, I can’t do anything for you like this.”
Riza chuckled lowly. “Don’t be so sure. Do you know how handsome you are like that, how it makes me feel? Sometimes just watching you not doing your job at the office and thinking about whipping you into shape makes it hard to concentrate, because all I want to do is make you squirm under me.”
“I’m the best part of your day.” He smiled, arching his hips just a little, hoping for her touch.
Riza laughed, twitching the feather over his testicles and he lost his grip on the wrought iron. “You are so arrogant but right.” She drew the feather back up the length of his cock and he moaned again. “Grab the headboard, Roy.”
He fastened his hands around it and she stood over him. “Want me to touch you more?”
“Yes, please,” he begged.
Riza squatted down, just touching her dewy folds to the tip of him before standing back up. He moaned, turning on the puppy eyes again. She bent over, circling the tip of his cock with the feather until the headboard was rattling from him trying to hold himself still. Riza walked up the mattress and grabbed the headboard just above his hands. She trailed her toes over his chest. “How much do you want me, baby?”
“Too badly to say.”
She traced the curve of his face with her toe. He turned his head and planted a kiss on the arch of her foot as it passed. When she didn’t discipline him for moving, Roy sucked on her big toe. Riza sighed. Her man just loved to use his mouth. She could be greedy and just kneel over his face and she knew he’d pleasure her all over again but it was time to give to him.
She eased out of his mouth and swung off the bed. Riza put the feather down and picked up the candle. She poked the tip of her nail in the wax. “Do you know what really excites me? The look of bliss on your face when that slight kiss of pain touches your skin and I know that you like it.”
Roy’s eyes fixated on the candle, his breath hitching. He started to let go of the headboard in anticipation then grabbed it again. “Just a little pain. It sharpens me. I can’t describe it.”
“You don’t have to. I see it in your eyes and it makes my body weak with want.” Riza sashayed to the bed with the candle.
Roy licked his lips, lust filling his eyes.
Riza held the candle high so the wax would cool a bit before it hit him. She dribbled it over his nipples. White wax slithered down his muscles, puddling in his belly. Roy hissed and moaned, rattling the headboard more. She couldn’t really make out his lust-slurred words other than her name. Riza tipped the candle again, rewarded by a drawn out cry.
“Need you, please. Let me...” he babbled, writhing on the sheets.
Riza grinned and put the candle aside and got out a condom. “No words now. This you mean?”
Roy nodded enthusiastically. Riza carefully put it over him then stepped back so she could play with the wax on his erect nipples. She could see the words knocking on his teeth, almost heard him begging her, but she let him wait until he was groaning wordlessly, his hips pumping in desperation. Riza straddled him, her back to him. Their watcher needed a little show, too.
“You can talk again, Roy,” she said, sliding him inside of her. Roy’s answer was a wordless groan of relief. She knew he wouldn’t last very long. She caught another glint of Maes’ mirror as she bounced hard on Roy. She played with her breasts as she ground down on him. The mirror jerked a bit. Was Maes surprised? Turned on? Both? It made her hotter. Riza plucked at one nipple as her other hand reached down, alternating between her clit and Roy’s testicles.
“Can I touch your back?” Roy asked, brokenly.
“Yes.”
Riza sighed, feeling his hot hands smooth up over her tattooed skin. He took liberties, his hands curving down over her buttocks then up to catch her hair. She felt Roy shuddering under her as his hands fell away. She rocked on him still, squeezing her clit. She orgasmed as she released it. Riza slid off her lover, puddling between his legs, her eyes trained on the open doorway. Oh, yes she loved having an audience.
She rolled off the bed then got a garbage can. Roy tossed the condom in it. “Lie back,” she said and slowly began to peel the wax off her lover’s all but hairless chest. She liked that about him. It made wax play more or less painless. His skin was a pretty red under the wax. Roy’s eyes fluttered shut as she circled her fingers over the warmed flesh.
“Go to sleep, baby.”
He didn’t seem to need much urging. Roy dropped off for a cat nap. Riza grinned. If he thought he was stimulated now, just wait until later. She pulled on her robe and headed out into the living room. Maes was sitting on the floor, flushed and a little breathless himself.
She smiled at him. “Enjoying the show?” she asked quietly.
Maes grinned. “Like you don’t know.” He unfolded from the floor and touched her cheek. “Do you know how beautiful you are?”
Riza blushed. Roy had been her only lover, ever. She wasn’t used to attention from other men but found she craved it from this man. “Thank you.”
Maes peered over her shoulder. “He sleeping?”
“He won’t be for long, never is.”
“I know.”
Riza looked at him for a moment. She had guessed Roy and Maes were lovers but she hadn’t really had to confront it until now. Her lover had woken up in this man’s arms before. A frisson of jealousy crept through her but it was beaten back by the desire to see it for herself. What did they look like together? Just thinking of it made her moist. She had made a good choice in inviting Maes. Part of her wanted him just for him, that infectious smile and those shoulders were inviting. But more importantly she wanted him as a bigger part of her life because he meant so much to Roy. Anyone could see they were best friends - though at times they seemed like such an ill-matched pair - but they were so much more. At first, she couldn’t believe it but once she did, Riza had become fascinated with seeing them together.
Maes seemed to sense her hesitation. He leaned down and kissed her softly. His kiss was as honeyed as his eyes, gentle, undemanding. She wanted more, slipping her arms around him, kissing him deeper then stepped back. She touched her swollen lips.
“You are as sweet as Roy says,” Maes said, brushing her hair back.
She shivered. “Thanks.”
He gave her a look of concern. “Nervous?”
“A little,” she admitted. “He still doesn’t know you’re here. I’ll go back in there with him, give us a little time to rest and then I’ll tell him.”
“Perfect. I could use a little time myself.” He smiled. “I’ll just wait on the couch.”
“Good.” Riza kissed him again then headed back into the bedroom. Roy hugged his pillow and had his head on hers as he hogged the bed. She slipped in behind him, wrapping around him. Roy shifted, looking bleary-eyed at her over his shoulder. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”
“Not really sleeping, just resting my eyes. Did I hear you talking out there?” He ran a hand over her hip as he twisted so he could face her.
“You were dreaming.”
He made a humming sound, letting his eyes close again. “I could do this all week.”
Riza rubbed his chest. “Really now? You don’t think you might get tired?”
“I can’t imagine getting tired of you.” Roy fluttered kisses like butterflies over her cheek.
She let her eyes shut for a brief moment. “That’s very sweet.”
“Certainly want to get back into that water and I’ll remember to bring the condoms this time.” Roy smiled. “And that nature hike.”
“I warn you know, Roy, you’d better know what poison ivy looks like because I am not explaining how I got it there to any doctor, understood?” She tapped his nose.
“Understood.” Roy started laughing.
“What?”
“Just imagining something worse than poison ivy...like a mad squirrel jumping into the fray and biting.” Roy laughed harder.
She pinched his butt. “You are so twisted sometimes.”
“You love me that way.” Roy rolled on top of her, nuzzling her breasts. “Just looking at you gives me so much energy.”
“Bet you say that to all your lovers,” She ruffled his hair.
Roy sat back and gave her a look. “Huh?”
“Ready for your special treat?” She ran a finger down his belly. “I’ll go get it now.”
“I want my treat.” Roy flopped back on the bed. “Riza, you know that reputation of mine...”
“Is all talk made up by silly men trying to one up each other?” She smirked at him.
“Well, when you put it that way, it just sounds stupid.” Roy flushed.
“That’s maleness for you. But, I do know I share you.” Riza went serious for a moment and the alarm in his eyes tore at her heart. She needed to be very delicate here or she’d hurt him and she really didn’t want to do that.
He put his hand on her arm. “Riza, I don’t...”
“She knows, buddy,” Maes called from the doorway.
Roy sat bolt upright, his eyes wild, looking between his two lovers, confused, maybe even a little frightened. His head kept snapping back and forth but he couldn’t seem to find his tongue.
“We took a big gamble that you wouldn’t mind sharing with us,” she said softly, folding her hand over his. “Or sharing us with each other. I thought it would be good, be important for all of us to be a part of each other’s lives.”
“Are you serious?” Roy’s voice was colored in fourteen shades of disbelief. “I’ve thought about this a hundred times but I never thought you’d even...I thought you’d leave me if you knew.” He shook like a frightened boy.
Riza put her arms around him. “I love you so much. I want to be able to live in and love all facets of your life so I asked Maes to be here with us.”
Roy’s gaze dropped to the peacock bedspread for a moment. “I’m too overwhelmed to talk,” he said, finally.
“If we took too big a step for you, it’s okay, Roy,” Riza said, smoothing his hair.
“No, this is more than I hoped for. It’s just...I’m dreaming,” Roy stammered.
Maes laughed then came over. He caught Roy’s hair and hauled him in for a breathless kiss. Riza felt a little winded herself. She hadn’t imagined these two would look so beautiful together; beautiful, not handsome, like artwork. The subtle movements of their jaws hid thrusts of tongue. She knew Maes would taste her on Roy but had she left traces of herself on him for Roy to find? What would Roy think? From the lust-clouded eyes, visible when Maes broke the kiss and stepped back, Riza doubted any thinking at all was going on in her lover’s mind.
“That doesn’t convince me I’m not dreaming. Quite the opposite.” Roy smiled, panting for breath.
Riza brushed her lips over Roy’s, then grabbed Maes’ hand, dragging him down to meet her lips. This kiss was hotter, harder, more demanding the ones in the living room. She felt intent on devouring this man. From the corner of her eyes, Riza saw Roy’s face come so alive he seemed to glow.
“Now I’m convinced it’s a dream.” Roy’s hand ran languidly over the hypersensitive skin of her thigh.
“Then I’ll have to wake you up,” she said, using a nip to his neck instead of a pinch.
Roy grabbed her, crushing her to him. “And you thought I didn’t want to leave this bed before? I’m never moving now.”
Riza cocked an eyebrow at Maes, “Is he this greedy with you, too?”
Maes chuckled lowly. “He wouldn’t be our Roy if he wasn’t.” Maes sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand over the soft sheets Roy’s legs were cocooned by.
“That’s not helping,” Roy said, throatily.
“So I can feel.” Riza reached under the covers to give him a feathery stroke. “You’ve rested enough.”
“Told you I had energy.” Roy grinned like a boy in the town’s biggest candy shop.
“She’s probably glad she has someone to help disperse that energy.” Maes patted Roy’s calf.
“I didn’t get a rest or a chance to watch,” Riza said, leaning against Roy’s chest
Roy’s eyes popped. He turned to Maes in shock. “You were watching?”
“In the bath house and here.” Maes grinned broadly. “It was a lovely show. She’s every bit as beautiful as you said and more.”
Riza blushed and Roy reached up, touching her hot cheek. “She is.”
She caught his hand, kissing the scarred knuckles. “Why don’t you two start? It’s my turn to lie back and watch.”
“Gladly.” Maes hitched himself onto the bed more as Roy snaked his arms around him.
Snakes, that was a good image she decided, for the both of them. Sensual, intimate, their bodies twined together as mouths explored and demanded. Their hips bumped and ground against each other through tented cloth. Riza felt those bumps as if they were touching her too. Her flesh went hot and swollen. She rubbed herself slowly with one hand, wet and wishing she was joining in. She saw Roy looking at her out of the corner of his eye, grinning.
She smiled back. He was getting off on being watched. Somehow she suspected he would. What surprised her was how hot she was getting from watching them and Maes was still clothed. How much better would it get when he finally peeled out of his clothing and she could see what those broad shoulders really looked like?
He must have read her mind, sitting back so he could start to undress. Roy rolled over and caught the fingers she had been pleasuring herself with. His tongue curled around them like a child with a candy stick. His tongue darted out, flickering over her clit. Riza moaned softly.
Maes laughed. “As greedy as ever,” he said, slithering out of his pants. Riza did her best to try to not compare their cocks and failed. Maes was a little shorter but thicker. His coloring was darker than Roy’s and his penis looked a little less like it might be hurting him. Roy’s pale skin got so red sometimes she wondered if he hurt. Riza slid her robe off wondering what Maes would feel like inside of her.
Roy caught the silky cloth of her robe as she tried to undress, using it to pin her to him. His mouth crashed against hers, his tongue rolling in her mouth as nimble as a dancer. She could feel the tip of his cock bobbing against her belly, drawing out wet little patterns of desire. “I can’t help it,” he said as his mouth left hers far too soon. “Knowing she’s watching is driving me crazy!”
“I know what you mean. Watching you two was doing that to me,” Maes admitted.
“And me,” Riza said, trying not to pout as Roy left her to herd Maes back against the headboard.
He looked over his shoulder at her. “Watch, baby.” He pinned Maes to the headboard, kissing his neck then stretched out next to him and bent his head so he could kiss the tip of Maes’ cock. Riza’s eyes couldn’t tear away from the sight of Roy’s lips parting to take the tip of Maes’ weepy member into his mouth. He slowly took more of Maes in until he had to be deep in Roy’s throat. She shuddered, hearing Maes moan, the look on his face so lust-filled and frantic she felt herself spinning toward the edge. She thrust her fingers inside of herself as she watched Roy’s mouth work.
He let Maes pop free, smiling at her. Her eyes closed for a moment as she rode the wave crashing through her. Afterwards, Riza pulled her fingers free and saw Maes smiling at her as he ran his fingers through Roy’s silky hair. She smiled back then stretched out next to Roy. She leaned in and suckled Maes’ testicles. He groaned, his head thumping back against the wrought iron. Roy’s tongue slid back down over the hard, veiny flesh then his mouth met hers, tasting meaty and salty. Anonymous fingers ran over her back. Riza didn’t care which man they belong to as sensual as the touch was. Roy broke the kiss and licked up one side of Maes’ cock. She ran her tongue up the other.
Maes cried out incoherently. Roy sat back and smirked over at her. “I think we’re too much for him.”
“Any more and I’ll...” Maes panted.
“Too soon. I want to see what else you two do,” Riza demanded, sitting back.
Roy nodded. “We can do that.”
Maes sat up and caught Roy’s ankles, pulling him towards him. Maes stretched out between Roy’s muscular legs paying some oral homage of his own. Riza noticed they were a little rougher with each other than maybe she was. Roy didn’t seem to mind, back arched, head denting the mattress as Maes pressed Roy’s hips down to keep him from pumping too far into his mouth. Maes quickly had Roy writhing and moaning, his chest now a beautiful shade of dusky rose.
Maes let Roy’s cock go and swarmed over top of him. She couldn’t hear what they were whispering about then caught sight of the mischievous looks they were giving her. She suddenly understood what she couldn’t hear; they loved having her watch them and were conferring on what would make the best show. Maes went to roll off the bed but Riza stopped him.
“I need my kit,” he told her, nodding toward the black leather kit his handheld mirror had disappeared back into.
“I’ll get it.” Riza swung out of bed.
Maes captured her when she brought it over to him. His lips pressed first to her belly and then up to her breast. She giggled at the feel of his whiskers on her sensitive skin. He nipped at a nipple then let her go as he took the kit. He put it on the night stand and fished out a blue glass jar from inside.
Roy reached over and took it from Maes. “Lay back,” he said softly.
Maes made himself comfortable on the pillows and Roy sat next to him, dipping his fingers into the blue jar. Riza watched him slick up Maes’ cock and it suddenly dawned on her that her lover was the ‘girl’ in this relationship. The thought had never crossed her mind. When she thought about them together, Riza hadn’t ever considered more than the tangle of tongues and the jousting of cocks. In the back of her mind she knew that sometimes, maybe most times, penetration still happened. Being young and still relatively inexperienced, Riza hadn’t thought much about it.
A frisson of worry blossomed in her belly. Did this hurt Roy? Would he do it if it did? Surely he couldn’t be showing off just for her sake, could he? No, the way his hands moved, this couldn’t be his first time by any means. Roy rolled up on his knees, his fingers skimming over the puckered ridge of muscle before dipping inside of himself with the lubricant. His breath caught sharply as he did so. Maybe this did hurt him a little, she decided but the pleasure had to make it worth it. Maes capped up the jar and Riza took it from him, putting it back in his kit.
Roy glanced over at her and smiled softly. She got back on the bed behind him, rubbing his shoulders as she watched his eyes dilate a bit. He hesitated for a moment as if he couldn’t decide which lover to chose then straddled Maes. Riza held her breath as she watched Roy guide Maes cock up inside of him. She caught hold of him as his back arched, his head coming back against her breast as a guttural moan rippled out of him.
“Roy?” she whispered, afraid for him.
He moaned again and there was no mistaking the pleasure in it. Roy braced himself with one hand on Maes’ thigh and reached back to twine his fingers with hers with the other. As she rubbed along Roy’s back, Riza let him get his rhythm moving on Maes’ cock. Both men looked so lost to lust she almost thought they’d forgotten her until Roy turned his head enough to plant quick, hard kisses on her breast.
With her free hand, Riza plucked at Roy’s nipples, taking pride in his ‘oh, god’s,’ almost funny spilling out of the mouth of an atheist. After first toying with Maes’ sac and grinning at his loud cries of pleasure, she circled her hand over Roy’s cock and stroked him hard and firm, his member twitching at her touch. She had him nigh delirious with delight. Riza, knowing her lover’s signs, clamped down over the head of his cock, circumventing his orgasm. It was too soon. She wasn’t done watching, playing, savoring them.
“Riza,” Maes said throatily, holding out a hand.
Roy let her go and Riza moved. She leaned over and planted a kiss on Maes’ chest then straddled him, facing Roy. It was a unique perspective on her lover. She never imagined see him like this, face sweating, hands clasped around another man’s hips as he thrust down hard on the cock that speared him.
Maes’ hand ran up her spine. “Gorgeous, isn’t he?” he purred.
“Always,” she muttered, leaning forward, trying to catch Roy’s mouth with hers.
He let go of Maes and steadied himself on her shoulders as their mouths clashed. Riza groaned into his mouth as Maes’ fingers slid up into her wet, hot depths. Her little muscles clutched at him as he teased her clit. Roy ducked his head to suckle her breasts as Maes’ fingers plundered her. Riza cried out, her orgasm leaving her almost boneless atop Maes’ torso. She slid off onto the bed in time to watch Maes lick the drew from his hands. Roy reached down, toying with his lover and Maes’ body shook, a low cry tearing out of him as he came.
Roy rode him a little bit more, his unfocused jet eyes turning to Riza. “Riza...let’s finish.”
He eased himself off of Maes’ softening penis as Riza turned to the night stand to get another condom. She knew Roy couldn’t possibly last much longer but she wanted him inside her, needed him to be. She jerked the prophylactic on him with one desperate stroke.
Maes caught her shoulders, hauling her back against his belly. Her legs splayed over his as she rested against Maes’ chest. Roy crawled between both sets of legs and he pressed into her fast and needy, flattening her into Maes. The taller man’s arms went around both his lovers as Roy thrust into her, his mouth devouring hers. Maes’ hands went from Roy’s back down to massage her clit.
Riza wouldn’t be surprised if they heard her orgasmic cries all the way to the town center as she gushed over both mens’ thighs. Roy spilled almost immediately afterwards and the trio collapsed into a heap on the bed. Riza didn’t know exactly where she ended and her lovers began. It was the most amazing feeling in the world.
Lips pressed against her back, and Roy whispered, “You have no idea how special you are, either of you.”
“As special as you,” Maes replied, drowsily.
No one else said anything. Panting gave way to the soft even sounds of slumber.
X X X
“I’m almost too tired to even move,” Roy said, his chin barely above water in the hot spring. He still had the wild flower behind his ear where Riza had tucked it, in spite of Maes bringing out his camera for this part of their time together. Riza hoped Maes developed his own film.
“Not even for more wine?” Riza wiggled the bottle, her cheeks flushed from drink. Roy hitched himself, fumbling for his glass.
“I’ve never known him to turn down good alcohol.” Maes grinned, sipping some of the ruby drink.
“I just like the finer things in life,” Roy said with a petulant pout.
“Just look at that lip.” Riza laughed.
“Does that look work on you? It’s wasted on me,” Maes said, flicking Roy’s bottom lip.
Riza leaned over to fill Roy’s glass and gave him a little kiss. “I confess a certain weakness to it.”
“Don’t tell him, Riza. He’ll try to wheedle everything he can out of it,” Maes warned and Roy scowled.
“I think he’s instinctually aware of it,” Riza said, tipping the last of the wine into her glass. “So, tomorrow, nature hike?”
Roy wrinkled his nose. “She’s determined to get me out stumbling around in the woods.”
“It’ll be fun,” she protested. “It’s beautiful out in the forest. Maes can get pictures I won’t be blushing about.”
“But it’s my birthday and I don’t want to leave the cottage.” Roy sipped his wine and Maes snorted.
Riza made a face. “If we only did what you wanted, we’d have no fluids left in our bodies by tomorrow.”
“Fine, when that happens then we go on the hike.” Roy shrugged.
“I think you’re forgetting the greedy part of him, Riza.” Maes grinned.
“Yes, I suppose I am but he forgets that I’m very capable of making him work for what he wants.” Riza shot Roy a knowing look.
“You like me this way and I like it when you make me work,” Roy said, running his toes over someone’s foot. “Hmmm, who’s foot is this?”
“Does it matter?” Maes asked.
Roy shook his head. “Not at all. Okay, I’ll go tripping through the forest tomorrow.” Roy set his wine aside and disappeared under the water for a moment. He sluiced it off his raven hair when he surfaced. “So, who’s birthday is next?” He leaned forward and took both his lovers in his arms, whispering wickedly to them, “Because I really like how we’ve chosen to celebrate.”
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Date: 2006-05-15 03:59 pm (UTC)Wow... and damn. I really love threesomes.
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Date: 2006-05-15 06:19 pm (UTC)There's not much better than some combination of the OT4, and you did this so WELL.
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Date: 2006-05-16 01:37 am (UTC)And this story. But you should know both of those comments by now.
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