"Alphonse," the Edward in his imagination groans, thrusting into him, filling him, fucking him against the cold hard stone. "Al, I'm the one who really loves you."
A shudder runs down his spine, and with a little cry Al arches as he comes, spilling his semen on the bedroom floor.
He pants for a short while afterwards, feeling restless; glances dully at the come on the floor, and licks his lips. That felt... alarmingly good, he thinks; leans back against the bed, and draws his knees up to his chest. He feels ashamed, despite the pleasure; his brother would be revolted if he knew, if he knew Al still had just imagined Ed fucking him.
Envy taught him restraint, and he knows he should be using it. He should not be touching himself, imagining something like that, and yet he is...
... and he can't help but wonder how frequently he's going to be able to do it again, even though the thought fills him with humiliation.
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Date: 2010-04-19 03:52 am (UTC)"Alphonse," the Edward in his imagination groans, thrusting into him, filling him, fucking him against the cold hard stone. "Al, I'm the one who really loves you."
A shudder runs down his spine, and with a little cry Al arches as he comes, spilling his semen on the bedroom floor.
He pants for a short while afterwards, feeling restless; glances dully at the come on the floor, and licks his lips. That felt... alarmingly good, he thinks; leans back against the bed, and draws his knees up to his chest. He feels ashamed, despite the pleasure; his brother would be revolted if he knew, if he knew Al still had just imagined Ed fucking him.
Envy taught him restraint, and he knows he should be using it. He should not be touching himself, imagining something like that, and yet he is...
... and he can't help but wonder how frequently he's going to be able to do it again, even though the thought fills him with humiliation.