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Two First Time Smut Fics
Written for the redlightme First Times Drabblethon.
Title: Bedding a Virgin
Fandom: Halfblood Chronicles
Pairing: Valyn/Shadow
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Word Count: 489
Summary: It was a very different thing to bed a virgin boy than to bed a concubine....
Valyn tensed, nervous. It was an awkward time to be nervous, naked and sweating and aroused and tangled in the sheets on top of Shadow. But still his stomach tightened and he found his breath leaving him. For all his self-assuredness, he found himself at a loss as to what to do.
“Everything alright?”
“Fine.” Valyn brushed away a lock of Shadow’s dark hair, enjoying the soft feel of it beneath his fingers. Shadow’s body beneath his was lean and tight, so very different from the women he had taken to bed.
“You’ve been doing nothing but stare at me for five minutes.” Shadow grinned and stretched, arching his body and pressing himself snugly against Valyn. All of him. Valyn groaned, feeling Shadow’s erection against his own. He was achingly hard, each nerve of his body on fire. He knew what he wanted. He wanted the boy underneath him, he wanted him in ways he’d never wanted a woman. And yet….
“I’ve never bedded a virgin before,” he admitted, his fingers trailing over Shadow’s cheek.
“Neither have I.” Shadow grinned. “Relax. It’s fine. It’s me. Here.” Shadow reached over, taking the vial of warmed oil from the stand beside the bed. His grin grew wicked as he tipped it over onto his fingers and reached between them, slick hand wrapping around Valyn’s erection. Valyn gasped, biting his bottom lip to keep from crying out as Shadow’s fingers worked him over, slicking his arousal with the oil.
Shadow didn’t stop there. He took Valyn’s hand in his oil, rubbing the oil on Valyn’s fingers, drawing Valyn’s hand down between his legs. He pressed Valyn’s fingers against his skin, urged them inside him and Valyn could do nothing but comply. Shadow guided him, spreading his legs as Valyn worked his oiled finger deeper. His heart was pounding in his chest as he withdrew his finger, the feel of Shadow’s tight flesh clinging to him still.
This was perversion, but he didn’t care. Shadow was spread out beneath him, naked, damp and oiled for him. Shadow was watching him, eyes glinting and mouth still curved in that wicked smile. His hand was on Valyn’s erection once more, guiding as he had guided Valyn’s fingers just moments earlier.
He felt Shadow part beneath him, felt himself slide into Shadow’s oiled entrance, and for a moment he felt as though he couldn’t breathe. Shadow’s grin faltered and his eyes squeezed shut and Valyn tried to go slow, but it felt so good to sink into his cousin….
Too good. A few awkward thrusts and he was finished, shuddering and spilling his seed and flushing as though he were a callow virgin. Ancestors, what a miserable disaster. But Shadow was smiling again, and reaching up to touch his face.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he said, and Valyn had the strange, sudden urge to laugh.
Title: A Wanton Maid
Fandom: FMA
Pairing: Hohenheim/Dante
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 500
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Full series?
Summary: Dante was many things - witch, alchemist, temptress - but above all, she was proud.
“”You, Master Elric, are a wicked knave!”
Hohenheim chuckled, his hand down the front of Dante’s blouse, toying with her breast. She was such a pretty girl, with large dark eyes and black curls down to her thighs. And her skin was so soft.
“And you are a wanton maid.” He pinched her nipple between his fingers, feeling her flesh respond. Her blouse was untied and her skirt had ridden up to her knee, exposing her slim and pale calf. She seemed to glow in the darkness - there was no moon overhead, only the stars and a smattering of clouds. And Dante was beautiful, her lips parted slightly as she panted and gripped Hohenheim’s thigh with a small hand.
Her legs were parted. Hohenheim slid his free hand along her thigh, stroking her soft skin until he found the dark paradise at the junction of her legs. His fingers brushed against sleek, wet flesh.
“A very wanton maid,” he teased, nipping at her slender neck. Dante laughed, spreading her legs further, lifting her skirt to her hips. He ran his fingers through the soft tangle of curls between her legs, knuckles rubbing against that small bud of flesh that gave women such pleasure. She moaned, pushing her breast firmly into his hand, rubbing herself against him. He stroked her slick flesh, the neck of her blouse falling open, exposing her small breasts. She had such beautiful breasts, high and proud and firm, her nipples tight and pink. Her black curls cascaded over her shoulders, stark against her pale skin.
“And will the knave bed his maid this eve?” Dante asked, her words punctuated by small gasps as Hohenheim teased her wet slit.
“If the maid so desires.” He was hard and aching for her, and wanted to lay her down among the dead leaves and have her then and there. Had wanted to, for months. And here she was, her blouse pulled down and skirts pushed up and all her flesh bared to him. He knelt between her legs, his lips and tongue seeking the delicate skin of her thigh. So sweet, so desirable. But for all her maidenly blushes and shy looks, there was little of innocence about Dante.
And there would be less before the night was through.
He drew her down with him, stretched her out beneath him on the forest floor. Her skirts spread out around her and her hair as well, framing her. With deft fingers Hohenheim undid his trousers and freed his cock, staring down at Dante’s perfect breasts and the pink folds between her legs. She bit her lip when she saw him, squirming some.
“The maid so desires,” she whispered, bringing her knuckle to her lips. Hohenheim stretched over her, stroking her once more before taking his cock in hand. Her flesh resisted him, and she bit her knuckle but never cried out as he felt her maidenhead tear.
Even spread out beneath him like a whore, Dante had her pride.