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It is not an uncommon occurrence for Roy Mustang and Riza Hawkeye to have difficult conversations over dishes.
Sometimes, the conversations are about an issue they're trying to handle at work. Most of the time, the conversations are about Ishval. Rarely, the conversations are about a disagreement that they've had as a couple.
Tonight, the conversation is going to be about sex.
They're standing side by side, their shoulders brushing as they wash dishes together in the low lighting of their shared kitchen. It's the same cycle most nights- they cook together, he washes the dishes, she dries them and puts them back in the cabinets. They're nearing the end of the stack in the sink and Roy is still debating how to even bring up his predicament, the predicament being that he wants to try something new in bed.
They've been having sex for years and it's been relatively vanilla. For the longest time, Roy thought that was all he wanted, too. It's nice, both of them get to feel good, and there's no real risk involved now that they've gotten comfortable. No one gets hurt, no one gets embarrassed. It's perfect.
But, while he's been more than satisfied with their sex life for years now, something horrible has been unlocked in his brain, all thanks to Kain fucking Fuery, who has gone and put this idea in his head. It happened a week ago; a night out at the bar where the team had a little too much to drink and a buzzed Havoc prodded at Fuery about his sex life with his new girlfriend.
Roy had expected Fuery, who was four shots in and slurring his words, to blush and shut the conversation down, but rather than doing that, the poor guy spilled every graphic detail of his and his girlfriend's most recent adventures to the entire team, and Roy learned more about Fuery- and himself- than he ever thought he would in one night at the bar.
First, Fuery laid out the context. He's submissive, and his girlfriend is dominant. She takes charge in the bedroom and he merely follows. Roy remembers his initial internal reaction to that; the furrow of his brow, the flicker of confusion, because it's unheard of for a military man to submit to a woman.
Then came the flicker of interest, quickly replacing the confusion as Fuery got into details. His girlfriend, pushing him down onto his couch and calling him things like baby and good boy and beautiful. His girlfriend, roughly dragging his legs over her shoulders and rimming him. His girlfriend, putting on a massive strap-on, practically drowning it in lube, and then fucking him in the ass until he was in tears.
Before Roy could so much as process what was happening, the interest turned into a horrifying, inextinguishable, burningdesire that he has since been left with for an entire week. Back at the bar, right as Fuery finished his inebriation-induced tale of his and his girlfriend's most recent pegging escapade and passed out face-first on the bar top, Roy had glanced at Riza, just once.
She'd raised an eyebrow, and for the first time in years, he hadn't been able to read her signal. So, he'd just laughed. They'd never discussed it after the fact. It's been a week and Roy feels like he's falling apart at the seams.
Admittedly, there were times before Fuery's drunken ramblings about his escapades that Roy has been tempted to be more submissive. How could he not when his partner is Riza Hawkeye? She drives him everywhere and he relishes in it. She opens doors for him when they go places and he feels his heart flutter. She pins him down to the bed to ride him and he has to bite back the urge to ask her to do it harder.
In his head, it all makes logical sense, but there's still something holding him back.
Maybe it's the fact that his pride is a fragile thing and everyone they know already makes fun of him for how Riza is very clearly in charge when it comes to their relationship dynamic. Maybe it's the fact that, after the incident with Fuery, the poor kid got made fun of by Havoc and Breda for the entire work week. Maybe it's the fact that Riza could very well turn him down, or worse than that, judge him for it so harshly that she dumps him like trash. Would she? He doesn't think it's likely. But this, this thing he wants, isn't something he can just say and have them forget about. If he says it, whatever effects it has will be permanent.
…But he has to tell her and he knows it, because if he doesn't tell her, it will continue to fester like it has been for the last week. She can tell that something is amiss with him and she probably even knows him well enough to know that he wants to talk about it now, while they wash dishes together, just like he usually would.
"There's something I've been wanting to talk to you about," Roy finally starts, staring down at the plate that he's scrubbing clean. "It's not super serious, though I've been… Struggling with how to phrase it. I fear it might change your perception of me."
And Roy knows that even though Riza loves him, her perception of him is probably not all that great to begin with. She knows his flaws. She knows the things that he's done. She's seen him at his worst. He's overly idealistic, prone to trusting the wrong people, temperamental, rude, and abrasive. He's bad about holding grudges and has a horrible penchant for seeking revenge any time he's wronged. Both of them are well aware that he is not a good man.
But, at the very least, he's always been able to say that he is a man. Quite frankly, his masculinity is something he's attached to, and he feels it's one of the only good qualities he has that he's truly confident in. It doesn't make sense to him, but there's a part of him that fears if he does allow himself this, and it happens, he'll somehow lose that- or, more importantly, that other people, such as Riza, will perceive him as less masculine.
Just like they did with Fuery all week.
"Alright," Riza calmly responds, glancing over at him as she takes the plate from his hand, rinses it, dries it, and puts it away. When she's done, she stares back at him, and he realizes that the dishes are actually done a few seconds later than he should. He rinses his hands, shuts the sink off, and cleans it out while debating how to word this. "What is it?"
“I don't-" He starts, only for anxiety to catch in his throat. He swallows it down and lets out a sigh before continuing. "I just don't know how to say it."
"I don't think I've ever seen you at such a loss for words before," It's true. Even in the worst situations, Roy is usually able to explain himself and what he's feeling to some degree. Right now, though, he's struggling. Where does he start? What does he say? Does he tell her about how Fuery's drunken rambling unlocked this desire in him? Does he just come out with it and tell her that he wants her to fuck him with a strap on? What about the rest? Does he mention the part where he wants her to praise him and treat him like a- like a woman? "Is everything alright?"
No, it's not, because for the last week, Roy has been caught between fantasizing about her topping him and hating himself for doing so. And he's done with it. He's done with just fantasizing, he's done with being anxious, he's done with hiding. So, he screws his eyes shut, braces himself with his hands gripping the edges of the kitchen sink, says-
"I want to try anal with you."
-and immediately wishes he hadn't. It's not specific enough. It's awkward. It's sort of clinical sounding. And even worse than that, when he opens his eyes and manages to meet Riza's gaze, she's staring back at him with a hand over her mouth and wide honey-hued eyes.
"Um," Her hands are wrung together now. She opens her mouth, only to shut it. She stops to think. Then, she speaks again. "I mean, alright. Why, exactly?"
It's not the enthusiastic response Roy had hoped for. He knows it's unrealistic, but in the midst of mentally preparing himself for this discussion, he'd imagined receiving one of two responses; enthusiastic consent or blatant disgust. This is neither, and he doesn't know how to handle it, and she's asking why when he himself doesn't fully understand these newly discovered kinks of his.
"And I'm already regretting this conversation," Roy groans, going to cover his face with his hands, only for Riza to intercept by firmly grabbing his hands and keeping them there at his sides before he can even move them.
His heart throbs. Arousal threatens to take over at the gentle force she exerts, but he's able to push it down.
This. This is why he wants these things, he quickly decides. Riza takes charge and comforts and reassures without even having to be asked. When she's around, he feels safe and protected, loved and cherished, and he just… Wants their dynamic to be that way in the bedroom, too, more than it already is. He just doesn't know how to say that exactly in a way that she'll understand.
"Stop it," She scolds, and while he knows that he should be reassured to some extent, all he feels is shame. "I don't get why you're so embarrassed about wanting to…"
"It's emasculating, that's why!" He snaps in the form of a strained whisper and pulls his hands away so he can cross his arms over his chest.
Riza's eyebrows lift, and then furrow. It's obvious that she's confused, but Roy doesn't know why she's confused.
"Oh," That's when he realizes that she misunderstood him, that she thought he was asking about anal because he wanted to fuck her ass and not the other way around. Of course, that would be the conclusion she'd reach. Now that she seems to understand what he really wants, her face is bright red. "Oh, you want me to fuck your- oh."
Might as well get the rest of this over with, he thinks before continuing.
"It's… Not just that. I've always been curious about oral, too."
"You mean like rimming," She blinks.
He can't tell if she hates the idea, loves it, or is still just confused.
"Yes, like rimming," He winces at the way the words sound coming out of his mouth, raising a hand to his face so he can pinch the bridge of his nose between his thumb and pointer finger in a failed attempt to prevent the stress-induced migraine he can feel coming on.
"Well… Why not?" Riza shrugs, like it doesn't even matter, a small and almost relieved looking smile taking over her pretty rose-hued lips. He wants to kiss her. No, he wants her to kiss him. "You'd do it for me if I asked."
"That's different," He pouts.
"It's not. While we're on this subject, is there… Anything else you haven't told me about that you want to try?"
Yes. But even though he wants to get it all out of the way and tell her everything he's thought about them doing over the course of the last week, he can't find the words, and telling her about the pegging was awkward enough as it is. So he glances off to the side, heat further flooding his face.
"I'd be embarrassed to say."
"Why? Because it's not masculine?" She laughs, as if the idea of his masculinity being determined by his sexual preferences is insane, and… Maybe it is. Maybe he's been overthinking it. He's not Fuery, anyway. He won't get drunk and tell the entire team about this- the only one who would ever know would be Riza. "Don't be ridiculous. What you enjoy in bed doesn't determine whether or not you're masculine. You decide what you are on your own."
Riza is right. Roy knows she's right. She almost always is. So, he screws his eyes shut and says what he wants again. This time, the words come out even more jumbled, breathless, and spoken too fast.
"Alright. I fucking want you to dominate me. As in, fuck me until I'm crying while telling me how good I am at taking it. Make me beg, spank me, ruin me until I can't even think about it and talk dirty to me the whole time. Make me your pathetic, whining bitch," It's vulgar, it's humiliating, and it's… Oddly freeing. It feels as if the world has been lifted off his shoulders. He just needs her to give him the response he wants, and it'll be over, but is it really fair to expect that of her? The pegging is one thing. Everything else he's just said is another thing entirely. He makes himself look at her for just long enough to ask- "Still think I'm masculine after that?"
"Very much so," Much to his surprise, Riza nods, takes a step forward, and circles her arms around his neck. She leans forward against him and presses her lips to his cheek. "I also think that I'm going to enjoy this new development quite a bit."
Hesitantly, Roy wraps his arms around her waist and looks down at her. Honestly… He can't believe this is going so well. It's so shocking that he almost wonders if she's lying to spare his feelings.
"Really?" He questions, just to be sure.
"Really," And she's not lying. Roy can tell, just by the way she stares up into his eyes and gives him that reassuring, honest smile of hers. She's telling the truth. This is going the best way it probably could've gone, realistically, and the relief is so overwhelming that Roy struggles to stay upright. Then, she's asking- "When do you want it?"
He hadn't thought about that. He hadn't even expected her to agree to this. Quickly, he fumbles for an answer.
"Tomorrow, if you're in the mood."
And she smirks, and Roy feels like he might be dying in the best way possible.
"Desperate, hm?" She tilts her head, eyeing him up and down as if she's truly looking at him for for the first time. "Good. I like that."
Usually, Roy is eloquent. Confident. Good at coming up with quick responses in tense situations, whether they be violent or awkward or even sexual like this. But Riza Hawkeye does something to his brain that makes it melt into a puddle of uselessness, and all he can really respond with is a weakly uttered-
"Oh."
"I'm going to bed," Riza pulls away, still smiling as she walks towards the doorway. "I'll see you in a few?"
"Um-" He clears his throat and nods. "Yeah. I'll meet you in there."
With that, she goes to bed.
Roy just leans back against the counter and does everything he can to keep his heart from bursting out of his chest, because somehow, Riza Hawkeye has just enthusiastically agreed to dominate him.
And he couldn't be more excited.
Riza takes him on a date after work the next day.
He had expected her to drive him home like she always does, only for her to pull into a new cafe on main street and insist on taking him in. The cafe, owned by an older couple, also serves as an alchemy shop where you can buy books on alchemy and transmutation materials slash accessories.
While Riza had sipped on her black coffee, Roy had found himself curled up on one of the cozy couches with a cream and sugar-doused pumpkin hot chocolate, reveling in alchemic texts that he'd never even seen before. Even better than that, any time he'd talked about his reading, she'd listened. Not the polite, eyes-glazed-over-pretending-to-listen that most people do when he goes on one of his objectively geeky tangents, but the real kind of listening that comes from someone who genuinely cares about his passions. They'd stayed for hours, and he'd bought an exorbitant amount of materials. Riza hadn't looked impatient, or asked him when they were going to leave, or even scolded him for blowing so much of his paycheck on alchemy textbooks and expensive metals. It was perfect. She was perfect.
To be honest, it was exactly what he had needed after the nerve wracking conversation they shared the night prior. They're on their way home now… At least, that's what he assumes as he sits in the passenger's seat, staring out the window at the night sky as she drives him. But then, the buildings start to look unfamiliar again, and they're pulling into a little shopping center on the outskirts of East City… Right in front of the sex shop.
Roy hasn't been in person. He's driven past it before- he's always been too embarrassed to go in. He'll encourage Riza to buy toys for herself and even give her money for them, sure, but going in and buying them himself is different. What if he buys a vibrator and the employees think it's for him? What if someone from work sees him there and gets the wrong idea? The whole concept seems humiliating. At the same time, if she's really going to peg him tonight… They're obviously going to require a strap on for her to wear, a dildo to attach to said strap on, and lots of lube, none of which they have right now.
He should've expected this, and yet, he didn't even think about it. The moment she parks in the lot, his stomach sinks with anxiety.
"You don't have to come if you're embarrassed," Riza says before Roy can even voice his concerns, pulling her purse over her shoulder and reaching for the car door. "I'm just going to run in and grab everything we need for tonight. Any preferences that I should know of before I do?"
Roy hadn't thought about it. What the fuck does he even say to that, anyway? Yes, actually. Buy the biggest thing they have in there that you can fuck me with… Or maybe the smallest because I'm scared. Don't get that hideous sickly yellow one that's in the window display. Buy the most expensive strap so it's the best quality- or the cheapest one just in case you actually end up hating this, so you don't waste money on something we'll never use again. Yeah, no. There's too many variables, and they're all overwhelming, so he simply decides to leave it in her hands.
"I trust you," He clears his throat, reaches for his wallet, and silently puts it in her purse; a silent please use my card so I don't feel bad about the wasted money if this bombs. She doesn't object. "Just use your best judgment."
"Alright. I'll be right back, then."
With that, she leaves, exiting the car and going into the shop without a second's hesitation. Roy supposes that no one would really recognize her like this anyway; she changed out of uniform into the spare clothes she keeps in her bag before they left, put on her glasses, and let her hair down. He should've known that she'd have a date planned based on that alone, but he's been so distracted since their conversation last night that he can't fault himself for not putting the pieces together sooner. The date was merely the opening act of a night long show, meant to ease his nerves before the big climax.
Now that the date is over and he knows what's going to happen next, his nerves are back and worse than ever. The time he spends waiting for her to come back is nothing less than agonizing. According to his watch, it's only ten minutes, but it feels like forever. Even though it's dark outside, he keeps worrying about someone seeing him and putting the pieces together somehow. It's irrational. It's stupid. It has him impatiently resting his chin in one hand and tapping his foot against the floorboard up until the moment Riza comes out of the store.
When she returns to the car, it's with a large, brown paper bag in her hand. He can't see the contents of it and, instead of asking, he simply stays quiet as she gets into the driver's seat and puts the bag on the floorboard. She gives him his wallet back, kisses his cheek, and starts en route back home.
The entire drive is silent.
When they get there, she goes into the bathroom to take a shower without a word. The paper bag is on the couch. Roy doesn't bother looking at it.
Much to his relief, Riza doesn't take very long to finish and come back. She pads into the living room with nothing but a towel on just moments later, and he thinks that it's going to happen then, but then she's walking up to him and saying-
"Why don't you go take a bath and relax?"
-and he does, without even arguing, because while he needs to clean up from a long day's work before sex in the first place, he also needs to decompress just as much as Riza probably needs to prepare herself for what they're about to do. It's rational.
He walks into the bathroom and shuts the door behind him to see that she's not already ran him a bath at the soothing warm temperature he likes, but also set out a clean towel for him to dry off with.
She really is too good to him.
Roy spends far too long in that bath. As in, so long that the water goes cold and he has to drain it and take a shower instead. He scrubs his body until it's raw, washes his hair two separate times, shaves anything that he thinks Riza might want shaved for this, and gets out after coming to the realization that his nerves won't be soothed until he gets it over with. He's more excited to do it than anything, but there's that lingering pit of anxiety that stems from the plain and simple fear of Riza hating it. A fantasy is one thing, but trying something like this in bed is another, and it'll be a first for both of them.
He dries his hair, brushes his teeth, lotions, puts on a couple spritzes of cologne, and emerges from the bathroom. Considering how Riza has been thus far tonight, there's a solid chance that she'll want to build the tension further, so he doesn't expect sex just yet. With that in mind, he walks into their bedroom with his towel tied low around his waist, shuts the door behind him, and moves to go towards one of the dresser drawers-
Only to see Riza right there on the bed. Her hair is dried from her shower, falling around her shoulders in gorgeous golden waves. On her body is nothing but lacy black lingerie; a bralette and a thong, and on top of that… Is the strap on. The harness itself is inoffensive, strappy and black in a way that almost blends into the rest of her little ensemble. Between her legs, there's the dildo she must've picked at the store. It's surprisingly realistic, flesh-toned and somewhat thick, but short enough that seeing it actually has him letting out a sigh of relief.
Riza sits on the edge of the mattress with one leg crossed over the other and two bottles of lube that Roy can't read from where he's standing set on the sheets next to her. She meets his gaze at the same time that she lifts a single brow in question. Do you still want this?
He nearly collapses back against the closed door, but manages a nod. Yes.
Roy is frozen as Riza stands from the bed and walks towards him, closer and closer until her lips are gently pressed to his…
Then, she shoves his towel down to the floor, grabs his wrists, and pins him back against the door. He tries to lift his arms just to see if he can, but she quickly forces them to the wood again and kisses him hard. The second the strap brushes against his hip, his cock twitches to life at the thought of what's to come.
Riza drifts down to kiss his jaw, his neck, his collar, all while he leans back against the door and tries to figure out how to breathe again. She apparently decided that he'll be good and stay where she wants him, because she drops his wrists and takes his cock in one of her hands to stroke it to full hardness.
"Riza," He gasps and tilts his head back, a small smile creeping onto his face. The nerves are finally gone. "Oh, it's so fucking mean of you to get the jump on me-"
"What, you don't want it anymore?" Like the brat that she is, Riza feigns a slight pout before pushing herself up against him and offering a brief slide of her lips against his. "I thought you said you wanted to be my bitch tonight."
Holy shit. Riza isn't above swearing, but it's rare that she does it at him, let alone so smoothly. She must've rehearsed this, which Roy thinks to question, but he gets so goddamn aroused at her words that he can barely even think, let alone form coherent sentences. He presses his lips to hers in repentance, rolling his hips forward into her hand and whispering against her skin-
"I did, and I still do," He rests his forehead against hers and lets his eyes flutter shut. Behind his eyelids, all he can see is her. All he can feel is the warmth and the reassurance of her touch. All he can smell is her vanilla soap and perfume. And all he can hear is the sound of his own heartbeat in his ears. She lets go of his length, drags him back to the mattress, and falls back onto it with him landing on top of her. "I do, I do-"
"That's what I thought," She quickly flips them around so that she's on top with him on his back, exerting hardly any effort at all, and he's suddenly reminded of just how strong she is- and even worse than that, how desperate he is to have her manhandle him in other ways. She quickly gets to that, pinning him back down and kissing at his neck, sinking her teeth in until he lets out a whine and tries to buck up into her. "I've been thinking about everything else you said, too."
"Y-Yeah?" He asks, quickly turning into a useless, needy puddle on the bed.
"All of it. You wanting me to fuck you and use my mouth on you. You're greedy," Riza whispers, right in his ear. His cheeks burn red with a mixture of pure want and lingering shame. Before he can even voice being embarrassed about it, Riza pulls back to both reassure him and tease him further. "I like that just as much as I liked you telling me that you wanted me to make you whine and cry."
Roy can't believe how fucking well this is going so far. He peers up at her, blinking and half-certain that the expression he's wearing must be completely stupid as he asks-
"You're really into this, Riza?"
"Of course I am," She smiles softly and reaches down to brush his damp raven hair away from his blushing face. "Look at you. It'll be nice to be the one putting you in your place for once."
She stays there, staring down at him for a long moment. He can't tell whether she's simply admiring him the way that he's admiring her or if she's trying to see right through him with those hawk's eyes of hers. Maybe it's both. The tension between them is pulled taut like a wire until Roy can't handle it.
"Riza," He sighs, his voice trembling. He's never begged anyone for anything, but Riza Hawkeye is a woman capable of spectacular feats, and this proves to be no different. "Please."
"Well, well," She's not cruel, but she doesn't give him what he wants straight away either. She lingers there for a long moment, running a thumb over his cheekbone and tilting her head as her soft smile shifts to a smirk that makes his heart pound. "Look at you, the great Roy Mustang, reduced to begging- and I didn't even have to try… I may have to use a similar tactic to make you behave at work. I really like this."
"If you like it so much," He says, his voice low and rough with want as he cants his hips up again. "You'll fuck me."
"I will, but I have to get you ready first, don't I?" She asks, climbing off of him and sitting back down on the edge of the bed, her honey-hued eyes raking over his nude body. "Bend over on your hands and knees and spread your legs- but only a little bit. I don't want you to get overwhelmed and fall."
Both nervous and excited by the implication that she could do him good enough for him to fall onto the bed, Roy does as he's been instructed and rolls over onto his hands and knees, spreading his legs just slightly. He feels ridiculous with the way his back arches on its own, at the way his cock is so hard and aching between his legs at the mere notion of what Riza is going to do to him. When a solid few seconds pass with no movement or noise from Riza, Roy quickly becomes anxious.
He knows he's conventionally attractive, but does she like him like this? Submitting instead of commanding for once? He's too scared to ask directly and he's too scared to turn around and risk seeing her face wrinkle in disgust. He's even tempted to cover his own ears, just in case she's stifling back a laugh at how ridiculous he looks like this, but he just says-
"There," -and clutches the bedsheets within his fingers. "Is this… Fine?"
"It's perfect," She purrs, and there's finally movement, and she's behind him on her knees with a palm firmly placed on one of his ass cheeks. "Good boy."
His head spins at the praise. A small part of him is still embarrassed by the fact that he's bent over on their bed getting off on being talked to like he's a goddamn dog, but most of him is just consumed by the overwhelming, euphoric rush of relief and desire. He doesn't know how to respond to her and what comes out instead of the sexy reply he's hoping to spin on the spot is-
"I- I, uh, shaved and cleaned and… Everything else."
He screws his eyes shut and cringes at his own awkwardness as he hears the sound of a bottle cap popping open. The scent of artificial strawberry, something akin to candy, permeates the room.
"You know, the hour you spent in the bathroom could've told me that, but I appreciate the information regardless. I love you all needy like this. It's nice to actually see you so embarrassed you can't even talk right," It's equal parts praise and equal parts teasing, and Roy adores it. In fact, he adores it so much that he doesn't realize that Riza is spreading his cheek so she can pour a massive glob of lube onto his bare asshole. He jumps at the cold liquid, and then moans when her thumb is pressed there to smear it around. The single digit threatens to slip into him, but when he tries to meet her halfway, she smacks his ass in warning. "Stay still."
And he does. At least, he does for the split second it takes for her to grab the backs of his thighs to anchor herself, bend, and bury her face in his ass with absolutely no hesitation whatsoever. He gasps and moves into the warmth, and she digs her nails into his thighs as a reminder. So, he really forces himself to stay still this time so that she can lick a long strip up the length of him, starting so low that she's close to his front before trailing her tongue all the way up to his entrance. She kisses him there once, twice, three times.
Then, she withdraws. Not all the way, just trailing over to the muscular yet soft, pillowy flesh of his ass cheeks, where she sucks hickeys and bites into the porcelain skin.
His knees threaten to buckle. His hands are trembling. The noises that are escaping him are high-pitched and whiny, but he's too overwhelmed to even think of being embarrassed anymore.
"Oh, god-" He gasps when she suddenly returns to his center and dips her tongue in past his entrance with surprising ease thanks to the assistance of the flavored lube, just enough to give him a taste of what it might truly be like but still not enough.
Roy swears that his heart might actually shatter in his chest when she slides her tongue out of him. A whine, low and broken, claws up his throat before he can think to stop it.
"You want more than that, don't you?" Riza asks in that knowing way of hers. She's up on her knees again, and he can feel her eyes piercing into him as he looks at her from over his shoulder and nods. Just from the brief glance that he gets, he can tell that, somehow… This is exciting her, too. Her face is red and full of nothing but pure delight, her eyes sparkling with mischief that tells him she must be planning something. She pours lube from the other bottle onto two of her fingers as he bows his head again. Then, she's fucking the two digits into him and leaning forward enough to whisper close to his ear. "Is that better, baby?"
"Fuck, Riza, yes," Roy cries, and apparently, Riza was right to be concerned about him falling, because he almost does. He manages to stay up on his knees, but his arms turn to jelly, leaving him face-first in the sheets and clutching at the cotton material as he moves his hips back against Riza's hand. He lets out another noise and turns his head just enough to breathe as another rough push of her lubed fingers has his charcoal eyes rolling back. "I'm so glad I asked you to do this."
"So am I," She chuckles as she stretches him out, quick and efficient in the way that she always has been. He relaxes under her touch, even bucking into it to meet each thrust of her fingers. It's definitely an odd sensation that he finds surprising; it doesn't hurt like he expects it to, but there is a certain pressure that comes with it that he wasn't expecting, and more than anything, it feels good, especially when her fingertips hit his prostate and have him seeing stars. "I never knew you'd look this handsome getting fucked by my fingers."
"I bet I- ah-" He makes another noise- a moan, a groan- he doesn't even know anymore. "I bet I would be even better getting fucked by something else."
"I preferred the begging you were doing earlier," Riza smacks his ass with her spare hand, harder this time. She shoves her fingers into him again, but she was right when she said that he was greedy, and he again finds that he wants more, more, more. "Try again."
"Please," He begs without hesitation and wiggles his hips back against her hand until her fingers are as deep as they can possibly go. She manages to get in a third, shoving it knuckle-deep as well. "Fuck me, Riza."
She hums, seemingly satisfied at that response. Even though it's not words, Roy knows that he's going to get what he wants.
He tilts his hips up and arches his back in invitation, which earns him an endeared laugh as she slides her fingers out. She readjusts him and pushes him down until he's lying flat on the bed with her in between his spread legs, and he just lies there and braces himself.
The sound of the lube being opened again and then spread over the dildo. Then, she's scooting closer and pressing the tip of it to his entrance. His eyes go wide at the sensation of it, because it's way bigger than either Riza's fingers or her tongue, but he manages to relax enough for her to fuck into him regardless. He gasps at the stretch as his ass is spread open and filled, inch by inch until he feels her lace-covered front and the scratchy fabric of the harness pressed flush to his ass cheeks.
When the toy is fully settled inside of him, Riza reaches down to run a gentle hand over Roy's back. He takes deep breaths and tries to adjust, grinding into it to get used to the feelings and grinding his neglected cock against the sheets.
Then, Riza reaches between them and he hears the click of button that's instantly followed by strong vibrations. A humiliatingly loud yelp leaves him, because the vibrations go through the dildo, reverberating throughout his entire ass and stimulating his prostate again, again, again. It's insanely strong, bordering on painful, and the pieces click together in Roy's head. She bought this so that they could both cum from her fucking his ass. With the angle they're at, he's certain that it's stimulating her clit where she's propped up behind him, too.
"You are taking it good," She murmurs, her voice shakier than it was before. He can tell that she's trying not to fuck him just yet, but both of their hips are moving on their own, and any hope of restraint is lost. "So pretty, too."
"Riza," He moans as a full body-shiver overtakes him at her praise.
"You like it when I compliment you?" She teases and smacks his ass again, to which he just offers a hurried nod. Her pace right now is shallow but quick; practice thrusts to get him used to the feeling of being fucked before she goes too hard, and he can't say he doesn't appreciate the consideration. "Of course you do. Such a good bitch."
Fuck. The fact that he has Riza talking like that is enough to make him want to scream- the crude language, the warm and soothing tone of her voice, the way she accentuates it with another pivot of her hips that nearly makes him sob.
"If you keep doing that, I'm gonna cum on the sheets," He sincerely warns, already able to feel an orgasm building up, the pleasure radiating in overwhelming waves through his ass and cock.
"That's the point. Go ahead and show me how greedy you can be; make a mess."
"A-Alright…"
So, they build a steady rhythm with her fucking into him more thoroughly now. Riza is still careful not to go too hard, but Roy almost wishes she would. Suddenly, she's leaning down to whisper in his ear again.
"How long have you been fantasizing about this, Roy?"
"Since last w-week," He manages to stammer out, and he's drooling on the bedsheets. "Because Fuery- oh, that littlebastard-"
Roy curses his subordinate aimlessly for awaking this set of kinks in him, though to be honest, he's sure he would've figured it out on his own anyway.
"I knew it," She scoffs. For whatever reason, what she says next, gets him even closer to the point where he's leaking a bead of precum onto the bedsheets. "I was watching you that night, j-just waiting for you to say something to me, and you took an entire week even though I know you were sitting there fantasizing about this the entire time- can you believe that I convinced myself I- ah- imagined it? I really thought you'd think something was wrong with me for wanting this…"
The pieces all click together in place. Not only has Roy been repressing this part of himself, but Riza's been repressing this part of herself, too. He'd been too foolish to consider her ever wanting this on her own.
"I'm sorry," He whimpers, and it's true that he never really cries, but this entire night has compounded into something so wonderfully overwhelming that tears sting at the corners of his eyes.
"Don't be sorry. Just look at me," Riza orders. Despite the strain it causes in his neck, Roy forces himself to look back at her from over his shoulder. She is beautifully wrecked and clearly close to orgasm from the vibrations of the toy, covered in sweat and panting as she roughly grabs his narrow hips for leverage. "Don't you like it when I fuck your ass? Don't you think you should've said something sooner? We could've been doing this for a- oh- week already."
"Yes," He breathes.
"W-Would you like it if I went even harder?"
Her going harder would probably hurt a little bit, but she's used such an absurd amount of lube and stretched him so well that he's prepared for that- no, wants that. So, still straining to turn and look at her so he can meet her gaze, he nods and begs again.
"Yes," He breathes, arguably the weakest he's ever sounded. "Yes, yes please-"
Riza pulls her hips back just enough that he thinks she might be cruel and take the dildo away, only for her to ram forward into him. One of her hands stays on his hip, but before he can even adjust to the earth shattering sensation of Riza Hawkeye fucking him at an impossibly fast speed with force that should be illegal for a single human being to possess, her other hand lands in his hair and yanks his head back until his scalp stings.
"Say that you like it- and get loud for me," Riza growls. The sound is one of many things that he mentally stows away with the intention of begging her to do again later, because fuck. It doesn't help that his hips are rolling in weak attempts to try to meet hers, and the bedsheets are soaked with lube and precum, and he thinks this might be the most alive he's ever felt as the sound of her skin slapping against his and the occasional wet squelch from her plunging into his ass echo through the room. "Moan it like a bitch."
"I like it," He moans, so loud that he would fear waking the neighbors if he were in a more coherent state of mind- but he's not, so he just gets louder and louder. He doesn't know what Riza would do if he didn't follow her exact instructions while they're like this, and he sure as hell doesn't want to find out. "I love it when you- ah- fuck my ass…!"
"If you like it so much," She releases his hair, and he bows his head, tensing as he feels the beginning of his climax suddenly crashing into him. "You'll finish with me."
"Yes, Riza, I will," Roy whimpers. The shame, the embarrassment, the insecurity- all of it, in this moment, seems to disappear- because his world has suddenly been reduced to this one pinpoint; Riza Hawkeye and how she makes him feel, which is euphoric. Just the right roll of his hips against the bed mixed with a thrust that slams the head of the dildo into his prostate has him falling apart. He cums hard, spurt after spurt after spurt of his seed pouring onto the bed and soaking the sheets beneath him. "Yes, yes, yes, yes-!"
It's easily the best orgasm he's ever had. He slackens on the bed and shudders, his throat aching. He was so loud during that, he's sure his vocal chords are going to ache for days. As he's coming down from the high of it, Riza buries her face in his back and falls apart, too- he can hear it in the way she moans his name and feel it in the relieved sort of tenderness that's there when she presses a kiss to the sweat-dampened skin of his back after the fact.
For just a moment, she settles against him while they both recover, and he lets out a noise of contentment.
"You were amazing, but was that… Good for you? Are you glad you told me?" Riza whispers against his skin, and all Roy can do is weakly nod in response and say-
"Very."