Title: Inexperienced
Author: thatonefangirl
Pairing: Ed x Roy
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None.
Summary: Roy's never had sex with a man, but Ed's more than happy to change that.
Note: Written for marii_sama for her birthday, inspired by Tom asking "Is there porn yet?" every time I started writing in my notebook. YES, TOM, THERE IS PORN NOW. Yes, I wrote smut I don't hate TOO much... Please give me concrit! I'm not incredibly new to the smut writing, but whenever I try to translate what's in my head to paper, it comes out weird. So, yes, concrit please.
Words: 2,400


Looking back on it, it was probably that damned smirk that drew him in. It wasn't the blonde's usual expression around him, but whenever there was an opportunity to use it, it was there, plastered across his lips like a trophy that deserved to be shown off.

He supposed his mind had come to the conclusion that he had to wipe that goddamned smirk off his face, since no one was allowed to smirk at Roy without his permission first, and the obvious way to do that was to keep his mouth busy. Speech wouldn't work, because then Ed could have another opportunity to say something smirk-worthy. So, the obvious conclusion was that Roy had to kiss him stupid.

So he had stood and walked around his big oak desk, which caused Ed to raise his eyebrow in confusion. But the confusion only lasted a moment, as Roy pinned him against the door and covered his mouth with his own. It took a few moments, but Ed eventually began to respond eagerly.

And yet, that did not explain why he was sitting butt naked on his nice leather couch, arms transmuted to the couch over his head, with Edward kneeling between his legs and sucking his cock generously.

"Fullmetal," Roy said after a moment, sounding breathless. "Wait."

Ed pulled back to look at Roy, scowling. "My name is Edward, if I'm going to blow you, you're not going to call me Fullmetal."

"Right, okay, Edward, wait," Roy said, licking his dry lips.

After a few seconds of silence, Ed cocked an eyebrow. "What am I waiting for?"

"I ah... This is weird," Roy said finally.

Ed stared at him. "I admit, I didn't wake up this morning expecting to give you a blow job, and yet here we are."

"Could you untie me, at least?" Roy asked.

"Hell no, you were pulling my hair," Ed said, glaring.

"I won't do it again," Roy promised. "In fact, ah, I think you can get up."

"...Why?" Ed asked, frowning.

"Because," Roy said, "Because, I ah... don't really feel like getting a blow job right now."

Well, that was the exact opposite of true and judging by Ed's expression, he knew it. Roy was so hard it hurt and he wanted nothing more than for Ed to wrap those deliciously swollen pink lips around his cock and suck him raw, but it didn't feel... Well, Roy wasn't sure, but he felt like he should stop anyway. Ed was too young to be giving his 30-year-old superior a blow job.

When Roy didn't speak further, Ed reached up with his metal hand and cupped Roy's balls. Roy yelped at the sudden contact, not expecting it.

"Calm down," Ed said, rolling his eyes. "It's only automail."

"It's kind of cold," Roy protested.

"Well, I've been sitting on it to warm it up, so it's a lot warmer than it normally is," Ed said, then wrapped his flesh hand around the base of Roy's cock and kissed the head, lapping up the precum before taking him into his mouth again.

Roy was surprised at Ed's talent in the cock-sucking department. He could already tell the amount of pressure he had to use with his tongue to get Roy to writhe and moan the most, just the moment to deep throat him and just for how long. Roy wasn't sure if that was because Ed was a prodigy or because he'd given blow jobs in the past, but either way, Ed was going to make him come like a teenager.

Just when he felt like he was about to come, Ed pulled away and stood up. Roy groaned his disappointment and banged his head against the couch a few times.

"Edward, I know I told you to stop earlier, but now's a bad time," Roy said, panting.

The younger alchemist snorted. "Don't be stupid," he said, rummaging around in Roy's desk.

"What are you doing?" Roy asked. "Get out of my desk."

"Fine," Ed said, and grabbed his discarded coat. "You don't have what I need anyway."

"And what exactly is more important than getting me off right this moment?" Roy asked, squirming uncomfortable.

Ed snorted again and Roy narrowed his eyes. He was getting awfully confident.

"Did you expect me to blow you and walk away?" Ed asked. "I want to get off too, you know."

"I'll blow you after," Roy pleaded.

"Not good enough," Ed said, dropping to his knees between Roy's legs again. Instead of taking Roy into his mouth again, he seemed content to stroke him slowly and lap at the head. It was enough to keep Roy on the edge, but not quite enough to make him come.

"You're going to make my dick fall off," Roy groaned, staring at the ceiling.

The mouth was gone and Roy whined. "Don't be stupid," Ed said, and took his hand away too. Roy banged his head against the couch again. "If you keep that up you're going to hurt yourself."

Roy opened his mouth to respond, but he froze when he felt something cold and wet feeling it's way into his ass.

"What are you doing?!" Roy exclaimed, moving away from the finger.

"Composing an opera," Ed said, rolling his eyes. "What do you think I'm doing? I'm stretching you."

"Stretching for what?!" Roy cried.

Ed looked dumbfounded. "Have you never had sex with a man?"

"No..." Then it dawned on him. "Oh, HELL no!" Roy pressed himself against the couch, but the finger only moved deeper. "You can get on this couch and I'll do your job."

"If you think I'm going to let someone as inexperienced as you inside of my ass, you are dead wrong," Ed said as he gently worked his finger deeper.

"You can teach me," Roy said quickly, tensing around the finger.

"Fine. I'll demonstrate on you," Ed said. "First, relax before you take my finger off."

Reluctantly, Roy did as he was told. "I meant as I did it to you," he said, gritting his teeth.

"Hell no," Ed said. Then he raised himself up so he was even with Roy, his expression softening. The colonel could feel Ed's breath on his lips and it was strangely comforting. "You can do it next time, alright?"

The he kissed Roy, and it was a soft, sensual kiss, unlike their earlier fast and rough kisses. Roy moaned as Ed pulled away.

"So you plan on there being a next time, huh?" Roy asked, slightly dazed.

There was that smirk again. "You won't be able to resist me," Ed whispered.

After another slow kiss, Ed worked in a second finger. Roy winced and Ed paused.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Wasn't expecting it," Roy hissed. "This is hard for me."

"Well, you aren't making it easy for me either," Ed said. "I didn't expect you to be so inexperienced."

"I'm not!" Roy protested. "I have sex all the time!"

"Sex with woman is a lot different than having sex with a man," Ed said, working his fingers deeper.

"I've noticed," Roy said, squeezing his eyes shut. At first the fingers had felt weird and uncomfortable, leaving him wondering why the hell people did this so often, but as Ed worked his fingers deeper, stroking his insides with slick fingers, it actually started to feel kind of... good.

Ed smirked as Roy groaned. "Now for an anatomy lesson."

Then he hooked his fingers and Roy gasped, almost coming off the couch. If Ed kept that up, he wasn't sure he'd last long enough to be fucked.

"That was easier than I thought it would be," Ed said, but Roy barely heard him. "That's your prostate... Don't come yet, though, it'll take you forever to get it up again."

Roy didn't have the coherence to respond, but he strongly disagreed with Ed's statement; he wasn't old and whatever it was Ed was doing, it would make him hard again in seconds.

Then the fingers were gone, leaving Roy squirming. "Why'd you stop?" he asked, completely breathless.

Ed stood up, and for one moment, Roy thought he looked... taller than usual. "I'm done stretching you," he said. "Three fingers are enough."

Roy wondered briefly when the third finger had been added, then asked hopefully, "So will you untransmute my hands now?"

"And let you jack yourself off before I have a chance to fuck you?" Ed asked, snorting (oh, how Roy hated that sound). "I don't think so."

"I wouldn't, I won't touch myself." After a moment, he added, "Please."

"You know, that sounds a bit like begging," Ed said, undoing his belt. "Are you that desperate to have your hands untied?"

"I'm not... desperate..." Roy said, and then trailed off as Ed turned his back to him and pushed his pants to his ankles before stepping out of them, giving Roy a very nice view of his very nice backside.

Ed smirked (Roy was so captivated by his nudity that he found he didn't care). "See something you like, old man?"

"Very much," Roy said truthfully, ignoring the unwanted nickname. "You're beautiful, Edward."

That comment brought a pleased blush to Ed's cheeks. "You're not so bad yourself," he said, picking up a small bottle off the floor.

Roy snapped out of his daze long enough to notice. "What's that?" he asked.

"Lube," Ed said, opening it and pouring some into his hands. "Makes everything easier." He wrapped the wet (dripping, Roy would have to clean that up later) hand around his erection and slid his hand slowly, absorbing Roy's attention.

"Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are?" Roy asked, voice low and husky.

"I have some idea," Ed said, leaning over Roy. He clapped his hands together before putting them on either side of Roy, releasing him. As promised, Roy didn't touch himself, instead lifting his arms to settle over Ed's shoulders, breathing deeply when he felt Ed line himself up.

"Tell me if you want me to stop," Ed whispered, then leaned down and took Roy's lips as he slowly pushed in.

It certainly felt different from Ed's fingers, and it definitely let him know why Ed needed three fingers before this. The stretch still burned a little, but Ed was so good at distracting him with his mouth, and now his cock was trapped between Ed's hand and his stomach, being stroked slowly with little pressure.

When Ed was fully inside him, he broke away from Roy. "Feeling alright?" he asked.

"I don't know," Roy said truthfully. "It's different. Not sure I, ah, like it, actually."

"I'm not even doing anything," Ed said, cheeks flushed and breath quick. It was clear it took a lot of self-control to keep from doing anything. He leaned down further and pressed kisses to Roy's shoulders and neck. "It's alright," he said. "I remember my first time. It's a big deal, letting someone dominate you like this when you're so used to doing the dominating."

Roy nodded, sliding his hands down Ed's arms and back up to his shoulders. "If I may ask, who was your first?"

"Not really the time for that," Ed said, starting to pull away. At first, Roy thought he was getting off him, but then he pushed back in, causing Roy to gasp and arch.

"Could've warned me," Roy rasped.

"More fun this way," Ed groaned, still moving steadily.

Roy was really starting to consider making Ed stop. He didn't feel much expect alternately full and empty, but as he opened his mouth to protest, Ed shifted his hips, angling himself towards Roy's prostate and a moan escaped instead.

"Relax," Ed whispered, pressing his lips against Roy's ear. "It'll get better if you can relax for me."

Roy nodded, panting. It was easy since he was starting to like what was happening. As he slowly relaxed, Ed started to speed up, with a rather uncomfortable look on his face.

Then he stopped suddenly, growling. "This position is too awkward," he said, pulling out.

Roy said nothing for a long moment. "Find a new position fast, please," he said. "It'll be difficult to find a decent position with our height difference--" Roy blinked up at Ed. When had he gotten on top of him?

"Don't you call me short!" Ed snapped. "You want to be fucked or not?"

"Yes, I do, I apologize, you're very tall," Roy said, groaning. Ed's hips were pressed against his in this position.

"Good," Ed said. Then he leaned back and pushed Roy back so he was lying on the couch. He lifted Roy's leg over his shoulder. "We can't get close in this position, but it's more comfortable," he said before pushing into Roy again.

It wasn't long before they regained the momentum they had earlier. Ed leaned forward, gripping Roy's hips as he thrust into the older man over and over. He felt himself close to the edge, and pried his hand off the hip to wrap around Roy's cock, pumping it with his thrusts. He felt Roy would come first and he wasn't disappointed, feeling come on his chest within moments. With the muscles spasming around Ed's cock, it wasn't long before he followed.

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They were both quiet as they cleaned and dressed, still a little stunned at what just happened. As Ed picked up his red coat, Roy held out the small bottle of lube. Ed took it with a small smile. "Thanks," he said. "Don't want to leave this laying around..."

"Dinner," Roy said suddenly. "Tomorrow. 7:00?"

At first, Ed was quiet, surprised Roy was actually asking. "Sure," he said finally. "What should I wear?"

"Anything but what you're wearing now," Roy said. "If you wear your every day clothes on a date with me, I will be insulted."

Ed grinned. "Fine, I might have something else," he said. "I have to go, Al's waiting."

Roy nodded. "Can't keep the brother waiting," he said. Then he cupped Ed's cheek and kissed him softly. "See you tomorrow."

"Tomorrow," Ed repeated after kissing him again. Then he turned and was gone, not even slamming the door on his way out.

As Roy sat at his desk again, he began to wonder exactly what he'd gotten into. Whatever it was, it definitely promised to be interesting. As long as he wasn't killed by a 7-foot suit of armor first.