|Our Lady of Aggressive Indifference (scathachdhu) wrote in oya_ajere,|
@ 2008-03-03 20:46:00
|Entry tags:||fma, havoc, hawkeye, mustang, nc-17|
[FMA] star me kitten, Roy/Havoc/Hawkeye, NC-17
Title: star me kitten
Word Count: ~1300
A/N: I apologize for this being late. Thanks to angstymcgoth for the beta (and R.E.M for the title XD); any remaining mistakes are my own.
Prompt: Fullmetal Alchemist, Roy/Havoc/Hawkeye: sensation kink (Havoc being jointly pleasured) - "Let us do all the work, Second Lieutenant."
There was something pleasantly artless about Jean.
Both Riza and Roy, due to natural reserve on her part and a deliberate facade on his, came off as rather detached at times. Jean was gratifyingly, consistently open and Riza craved his genuine responses more than she would have thought possible. So if she thought about it, it was really no wonder that she and Roy teamed up on him as often as they did.
She knelt on the bed facing Jean, her knees sinking into the mattress as he hung onto the headboard. She might have felt trapped, caged as she was by his arms with the headboard at her back, but the way Jean groaned, his big body shaking, left no doubt as to which one of them was more in control. His hands tightened on the wood as he rocked with the force of Roy's thrusts, and she could hear it creaking under the strain.
Riza kissed him, taking his face in her hands and smoothing her thumbs over his cheekbones. His mouth moved on hers fiercely and she hummed, breaking the kiss and running her nails over his chest.
Roy's hair was already sweaty with exertion and she reached up to run her fingers through his bangs. He paused for a moment and she leaned forward to kiss him, her breasts pressed against Jean's shoulder. She pulled back and turned to kiss Jean once more, and he moaned into her mouth as Roy began to move again.
She let her fingers slide down his chest and over his belly to his cock. He was warm and smooth and heavy in her hand, and he grunted, letting his head fall to her shoulder as she began to stroke him. She pressed a kiss to his temple as he panted into her throat.
Jean dropped a big hand to her thigh, squeezing once before sliding a finger inside her. She moaned and bit the side of his neck; Roy's fingers were more skillful, but Jean's were bigger and simply stretched her more, faster.
"God, yes," Jean breathed against her neck. "...love...love how you sound..."
"Jean, oh, oh--" He added another finger with more force than he normally did and her hips jerked, her hand tightening on his cock. "Fuck."
Jean's fingers curled inside her, and the muscles in his other arm bunched; she half thought he was about to rip the headboard from the wall.
Roy had stopped moving and was leaning against Jean's back, his hot eyes fixed on her face. "First Lieutenant," he growled. "You are not allowed to use that word."
"No," Jean agreed, letting the heel of his hand press against her clit. "Not fair."
Riza gasped and rocked forward on his fingers as she stroked him faster. "Havoc is disobeying earlier orders, sir."
"Oh?" Roy sank his teeth into Jean's shoulder blade and began to move again. "What's he doing? Tell me."
Riza moaned and gripped Jean's bicep. "He has his fingers inside me."
"Second Lieutenant," Roy murmured, "I thought it was understood that you were to let us do all the work." His hips slowed, a smooth, rolling movement that she was more than familiar with; she tightened around Jean's fingers, remembering how it felt.
"Can't help it," Jean panted. "Look at her."
Roy reached around Jean to brush a thumb over Riza's mouth, grinning as she flicked her tongue over the tip. "Point taken."
Jean shook between them, alternately rocking back into Roy and pushing forward against Riza's hand. She kissed the corner of his eye, licking away the sweat beading at his temple. Roy grinned at her over Jean's shoulder and Riza narrowed her eyes, knowing he was up to something.
His grin broadened. "You know what, Havoc? I think next time she should be back here."
Jean moaned and jerked back against Roy while Riza's mouth dropped open. He'd been hinting at having them visit one of those--shops--but he'd never been so brazen before.
"I think you'd like it," he breathed. His voice was uneven and Riza could tell he was close.
Riza let out a long shuddering breath as Roy held her gaze. "What do you think, Havoc? Having those gorgeous breasts against your back while she fucks you? Would you like that?"
Riza leaned forward in challenge. Jean was oblivious, his eyes squeezed shut and his chest heaving. Obviously overwhelmed by all the stimulation, his fingers had slowed inside her, leaving Riza to find what relief she could rocking against his hand.
Roy, however, hadn't taken his eyes off her and his smirk was giving way to a wary expression.
She pressed her mouth against Jean's ear. "And then, Jean," she murmured, her eyes fixed on Roy's, "you can watch me do him."
Jean's whole body bucked as the headboard shook in his grip. "Fuck!" he growled, his voice deep and guttural as he came in her hand. Roy's face went blank with shock a split second before following him, his eyes squeezed shut and his cheek pressed against Jean's back.
Riza let go of Jean's softening cock to grab his arm with both hands, keeping it steady as she planted her knees wide on the bed and rode his fingers. She was so close, and bless him, he began to move his hand even before he'd caught his breath.
"Oh God oh God oh Jean," she moaned. She distantly heard Roy grunt and the mattress creaking; a moment later his fingers were on her clit, and he knew exactly how quick and how hard and how much...
"Roy, hah--" she swayed forward, coming so hard she stopped breathing for a few seconds, her mouth wide open against Jean's throat.
She could feel Jean trembling, only his grip on the headboard keeping them both up as she sagged against him, and a moment later her breath rushed back out of her lungs in a loud sob.
Jean lowered her to the bed before falling next to her, while Roy flopped against her other side. They lay still for a little while, catching their breath and letting their racing hearts slow back down to somewhere near normal.
"You're evil," Roy finally muttered. "Evil, evil woman."
Riza closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. "You're just mad I beat you at your own game."
"You never win against her," Jean mumbled against her breast. "Don't know why you keep trying."
Roy sighed and threw an arm over Riza's stomach. "One day." He let his fingers trail over Jean's shoulder. Jean's only response was a yawn and Roy snorted. "You're obviously unimpressed."
"You know he won't be awake for much longer." Riza smiled as Jean nuzzled her breast, threading her fingers through his sweaty hair.
"We were rather hard on him."
"You started it," she replied.
Roy waved a careless hand. "That's not important. What I want to know is--did you mean what you said?"
Riza's eyebrows shot up. Roy pressed a kiss to her hair, and even Jean lifted his head from her chest, blinking drowsy eyes. She hadn't truly been considering it, but they both looked so hopeful...
She smiled. "No. Absolutely not."
Roy chuckled, his chest shaking where it was pressed against her arm. "I recognize that no," he said. "That's the 'convince me' no, not the 'no' no."
"I thought they were all 'no' noes," Jean replied.
"Trust me," Roy said. "We just need to put a little effort into it."
Riza rolled her eyes, inhaling sharply as Jean drew a nipple into his mouth. "I thought you were falling asleep," she said.
"What can I say?" he drawled, grinning up at her. "I suddenly got motivated."
She opened her mouth to reply, but was cut off as Roy kissed her, sliding his hands into her hair. She doubted she would make up her mind anytime soon, but was sure she'd fully enjoy their attempts to influence her decision.