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His Best Boy

Rating: E

Word Count: 6180

Roy didn’t know exactly what he had expected. He knew what some of the changes would be, of course. But he hadn’t expected for things to not change.

Riza was still Riza. Of course, how could he have thought any different? Why would Riza be any different?

Still, though he tried his best, he was used to certain… language. Old habits. But his old habits die hard whenever he accidentally utters a ‘she’ and sees Riza’s face fall, ever so slightly. It’s not noticeable enough for anyone else to pick up.

So tonight, he’s decided to make it a special night. For his best boy.

“What’s the occasion?” Riza asked. He held up the suit and shoes Roy had instructed him to bring.

Roy took one look at the clothes and tutted, shaking his head. “That won’t do.”

“What?” Riza frowned slightly.

“Is that your only suit?”

“Well… yes.” His eyes seemed neutral.

“That’s it, I’m taking you to my tailor.” Riza just looked at him, one eyebrow slightly furrowed. “What? A proper gentleman needs more than one good suit. And from the looks of it,” Roy lifted one of the sleeves of the suit that had been neatly folded. He let it drop from his fingers, frowning at it. “You don’t even have one good suit. Not to worry. I know exactly the man.” He took the clothes from Riza, shaking his head when Riza protested. “You won’t need these anymore.”

“I shouldn’t throw them away. That’s wasteful.”

Roy sighed. “You can keep them. Just, don’t bring them, alright? I don’t want to embarrass us in front of my tailor,” he chuckled.

Riza rolled his eyes at this. Good, his staunch demeanor was finally loosening a bit. No one could resist a little bit of the ol’ Roy charm.

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Standing awkwardly with his arms out as the tailor measured them, Riza stared straight ahead. Roy was off to the side, his fingers on his chin and nodding in approval.

“That’s a good color on you. Especially with that shirt and tie.”

Riza nodded once. “Then we’ll get it.”

“Well, hold on! You’ll wanna try a few different ones.”

“How long will this take?”

“Not too long.”

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Several hours later, an exhausted Riza and a satisfied Roy walked out of the tailor shop, carrying many bags between them.

“Now, let’s get us home.”

Riza paused while getting into the car. “Where are we going?”

“We’re going over to my place, of course.”

Riza seemed to think about this for a quick second, then nodded. “Roger.”

“You can drop the formalities, you know.” Roy rolled his eyes.

“Um… okay?” Riza asked more than said.

“Yes, ‘okay’ is okay.”

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After some terrifying moments on the road with Roy’s driving skills, they finally made it home and laid out all the suits.

Riza turned to him. “Thank you for the suits. I can start paying you back after I go to the bank tomorrow.”

“Oh, no! They were a gift.” Roy held up his hands.

Riza blinked. “Really?”

“Yes!”

“But I can’t possibly accept—”

“Ah!” Roy held up a finger. “None of that. I told you, it was a gift.” Riza frowned. Roy sighed. “Just accept it. Please.”

“But...”

“Come, sit down.” They sat down together on the couch. Roy took a deep breath and said, “Listen, I’m sorry I keep getting it wrong, you know, with the ‘she’ thing. I’m trying my best and I’m—” he stopped. “Actually, never mind. No excuses. I’m sorry. I’m going to try harder. Anyway, I thought I could get you something, as a sort of apology. And treat you to a special night.”

Riza’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Special night?”

Roy grinned. “You’ll see.”

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He did look much better in a suit that actually fit, Riza supposed as he examined himself critically in the mirror. Running his hands briefly over his chest, smoothing down the fabric. Feeling the little thrill that still always ran through him at how flat it was. He glanced up at Roy behind him, meeting his gaze in the mirror.

Roy smiled. “Much better, don’t you think?”

“Yes.”

“Where’s your tie?”

“I thought…” Riza hesitated. “I thought you would want to help me pick.”

“You know me so well.” Roy walked over to the shopping bags they had deposited by the couch earlier, rustling through them. “Where are the ties… Aha!” He fished out several cloth bags, delicately pulling the ties out and arranging them on the couch. “Let’s see…” He cast a thoughtful gaze over Riza, eyes sliding slowly over his body. It was just to examine the suit, but a strange thrill wound down Riza’s spine.

He swallowed. Looked down at the navy blue suit, crisp cream shirt buttoned up nicely. “What about this one?” He pointed at a crimson red tie.

“That’s always a safe choice.” Roy put his hand on his chin thoughtfully. “But navy suit with red tie is just so cliché.” He waved his hand to try indicate its cliché-ness.

“Oh.”

“Not that it’s a bad choice! But you have a lot more options here. What about this one?” Roy held up a black tie.

Riza tilted his head in confusion, Roy suppressing a smile at how cute the action was. “But it’s just black?”

“Look.” Stepping closer, Roy tilted the tie into the light. A deep, vibrant ocean blue shimmered across its surface, swirling into complex spiral patterns. It reminisced of flowers, not cultivated garden ones but a wild field of growth, intertwining petals and leaves curling together and apart. Like they were dancing across the fabric.

“It’s beautiful…” Riza breathed out.

“It is,” Roy agreed, looking at Riza. The latter looked up, and they caught each other’s gaze. They remained like that for a beat. The tip of Roy’s tongue poked out to wet his lips briefly. He saw Riza’s eyes flash to the action, then away.

“…Alright. That’s a good choice.” Riza reached his hand out for the tie. Roy proffered it, and Riza began expertly tying it around his neck.

“Oh, you already know how to tie a tie?” Roy asked.

“Of course.”

“Attaboy.” Roy grinned. He didn’t miss the way Riza flushed, ever so slightly, at the praise.

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“Isn’t this a very expensive restaurant?” Riza asked quietly, looking around with big brown eyes.

Shrugging, Roy said, “So?”

“So…” Riza looked at him from across the table.

Through the quiet chatter of the other patrons, Roy didn’t miss the tinge of anxiety in Riza’s voice. He tried not to let the sadness show on his face. He wished Riza understood that he deserved nice things. “I wanted to try this place out. And I didn’t want to come here alone.” It wasn’t a lie, not technically. But if he could make Riza feel useful, he wouldn’t feel as bad about being taken care of. Roy had learned this trick by now.

Riza was still looking at him, doleful gaze lit occasionally by the flickering of the candle on the table. “I see.”

“And you were the best person to take. I mean, can you imagine me taking, I don’t know, Havoc to this place or something?” Roy laughed, a bit too loudly. But it was worth it, for Riza cracked the tiniest smile. Any other person would have said it wasn’t even a smile, but Roy knew. He knew every single one of Riza’s expressions by now.

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Roy kept up his chatter throughout the evening, always being the more talkative one of the two. Riza was content to listen and offer the occasional quip, opening up more throughout the dinner. It helped that Roy generously poured the wine. It also helped that Roy always made him feel more at ease. By the time the waiter cleared their plates, Riza was leaning back in his chair, eyes softened, the hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

“Want any dessert?” Roy asked.

“Hmm, what do they have?”

“I think he’s bringing the dessert menu now.”

The waiter came over, giving them each a small, ornate menu. They both perused it, Roy expressing his desire to try every single dessert. Finally, they settled on the tiramisu to share, since they were both quite full from their meals. Roy ordered it and the waiter collected their menus. Once the waiter had walked away, Roy steepled his fingers and rested his chin on them, gazing at Riza from across the table.

“…What?”

“Just looking at you,” Roy murmured fondly.

Riza flushed a bit. “Oh.” He always did get so flustered when Roy said these things so bluntly. Like it was easy. Riza had things he wanted to say too, to tell Roy, but it was hard to say them. He didn’t know why. He just hoped Roy understood through his actions.

“Did you have a nice time?”

“I did.” Riza allowed the tiniest of smiles to flash across his face. “Thank you.”

“Of course. You look very handsome tonight, you know that? The navy blue suits you.”

Riza struggled to keep down a bashful grin. “Thank you,” he said, very quietly.

“And,” Roy said, leaning forward and lowering his voice with a grin. “I can’t wait to take it off of you later.”

Riza’s eyes went wide, and he looked up at Roy. Just then, the waiter came, bearing the tiramisu, and Roy leaned back, smiling nonchalantly as if nothing had just happened. He felt the blush heating his cheeks, and he looked down, hoping the waiter could not see through the dim mood lighting of the restaurant.

“There you go, sirs,” the waiter said, smoothly sliding the dessert onto the table and putting down two small forks. Riza felt a little thrill at the word “sirs”. He didn’t think he’d ever get used to things like that.

“I’m glad we chose this one, it looks good.” Riza had to agree. The tiramisu was a nice size for both of them to share, its fine chocolate dusting over top drizzled with a few layers of chocolate syrup. Fresh strawberries and blackberries circled the dessert, arranged in eye-pleasing bouquets. “Well?” Roy said, gazing at Riza. “You take the first bite.”

“Okay.” Riza sliced off a small amount with his fork, popping it into his mouth. “Oh, wow,” he said. It was perfect. The chocolate melted on his tongue, each creamy layer perfectly balanced, light and delicate. It was fluffy, moist, flavorful, everything a good tiramisu should be.

Riza hadn’t even realized he’d closed his eyes. He opened them to find Roy staring at him hungrily. It made something slow curl down his spine, the first lick of a flame starting up a log. They stared at each other for what seemed like a long time, but was probably only a few seconds.

“Well?” Roy broke the spell first. His voice was slightly hoarse. He cleared his throat. “How is it?”

Riza dropped his gaze to the table, unable to hold Roy’s intense stare any longer. “It’s delicious. Try it.”

Excitedly, Roy carved off a larger piece than Riza had and put it in his mouth. His eyebrows drew together. “Wow! This is the best tiramisu I’ve ever had.” He continued chewing slowly, eyes thoughtful. “The texture… the flavor… it’s perfect.”

“How many tiramisus have you had?” Riza asked incredulously.

“You’d be surprised.” Roy waggled his eyebrows. Riza felt oddly disgusted. Roy must have noticed, because he quickly added, “But this one takes the cake. Er, it takes the tiramisu, I suppose. The best tiramisu I’ve ever had. Definitely worth waiting for.” They stared at each other. Riza felt his cheeks heating up. This was… frivolous. “I’ve been waiting all my life for a tiramisu this good,” Roy continued softly.

Riza could not keep suppressing his loopy smile at that. “You’re too much sometimes.” But he chuckled.

“You like it,” Roy retorted, putting another piece of tiramisu in his mouth.

Riza looked down, noticing that half of it was already gone. “Hey!”

“What? I’m not stopping you from eating it. You better get started before it’s all gone!” A smile danced on Roy’s lips.

Quickly, Riza sliced off a large part of the tiramisu, relishing in its delicious flavor. It was just as good as the first bite. They didn’t say much as they busied themselves enjoying the delicacy, occasionally spearing a piece of fruit. The fresh sweetness complimented the swirl of flavors perfectly.

Once done, they both sat back, pleasantly hazy from the sensation of a delicious, filling meal and the perfect dessert to finish.

“Now Riza,” Roy began, looking at him seriously. The kind of look that made the fine hairs on the back of Riza’s neck stand. “I need you to know…”

“Yes?” Riza breathed out. He leaned forward unconsciously.

“That I will be very angry if you protest me paying for this meal.”

It took a few seconds for Riza’s mind to catch up, as focused as he was on Roy’s lips. “What?”

Roy’s serious look was suddenly gone, instantly replaced by a jovial cheer. “So I’m paying and that’s settled!”

“But—”

Roy waggled a finger. “Remember what I said?”

Riza thought deeply for a few moments, then sighed. “Fine.”

A bit surprised, though very happy, Roy smiled widely. He hadn’t expected Riza to acquiesce so easily. Usually there was quite a bit of a struggle before Riza let Roy do something for him. He flagged down the waiter and paid for the meal, and soon Roy was holding Riza’s coat, helping him put it on. He put his own coat on and they strolled leisurely to the car, Riza even letting Roy snake their arms together.

“I hope you enjoyed the evening,” Roy said, opening the car door for Riza.

“I did, very much.” Riza smiled up at him, one of those rare smiles where he didn’t hold anything back. The kind of smile only Roy was fortunate enough to see.

Roy got in the driver’s seat and they exchanged idle conversation about work, life, everything, and nothing, as they drove home under the inky black sky, the stars above twinkling.

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“And that’s how you should hang up your dress pants,” Roy explained, smoothing out the folds and clipping the pants to the hanger.

“I see,” Riza said seriously, big dark eyes analyzing every movement. It almost seemed like Riza should have a notepad and pencil, how studiously he was paying attention.

“So? Any questions?” Roy held up the pants.

“None that I can think of right now.”

Riza appreciated the men’s clothes lesson, but he was getting impatient. There was an ember that Roy had sparked earlier in the evening, an ember he had been slowly fanning. Every time it was at risk of dying, Roy would give him a look, eyes darkened with something, or make a seemingly innocent remark that would fan the flame once again.

It had been burning for so long, and it was slowly licking through Riza’s body, spreading further from the pit deep in his stomach.

Slowly, Roy put the pants down on the arm of the couch, making sure to lay it flat. Riza had been staring at him for a few heavy beats. He supposed he had made Riza wait long enough. Gradually, as if approaching a frightened animal, he stepped forward, Riza’s eyes following every minute move. He felt like he could hardly breathe through the thickness in the air as he came closer. With trembling fingers he raised a hand to cup Riza’s chin, tilting his face upwards to look him in the eyes. So much emotion in those eyes, a world whose intricacies he was still learning, a universe he could explore forever. Slowly, achingly slowly, he tilted forwards, eyes slipping shut, and slotted their lips together.

Riza let out the smallest sigh of contentment, reaching up to wrap his arms around Roy’s neck and pull him in closer. Roy took the hint and snaked his arms around Riza’s waist, possessive hands gripping him tightly. It felt like coming home.

----

“You’re like a present that I get to unwrap,” Roy breathed into Riza’s neck as his fingers slid down Riza’s chest, slowly unbuttoning the suit jacket.

Riza breathed heavily, not trusting himself to say anything. He slid his hands under Roy’s jacket, pulling Roy’s shirt out of his waistband.

Jacket unbuttoned, Roy slid it off Riza’s shoulders, laying it carefully over a nearby chair. Riza’s fingers wandered automatically to Roy’s belt buckle, operating on muscle memory from many shared intricacies. As he undid the buckle, Roy’s fingers struggled with the buttons on Riza’s shirt, his hands shaking slightly. It always marveled Riza to know that he had the same effect on Roy that Roy had on him.

Once Riza’s shirt was unbuttoned, Roy loosened Riza’s tie and slipped it over his head. Riza undid Roy’s belt, tugging it out of the belt loops with a soft jangle of metal. He began working on Roy’s fly, practiced fingers undoing it, as Roy took his time with Riza’s shirt, pulling the sleeves slowly down his arms. It was… reverent, the way he was doing it, fingers dancing over Riza’s skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake. His dark eyes drinking up every minute movement that Riza made. Sometimes, it felt like Roy wanted to eat him alive.

Riza would let him.

Once Riza’s shirt was off, Roy pulled him close, cupping Riza’s ass and squeezing the flesh gently. “You look great in these pants. They make your ass look so nice.” Roy grinned indecently. “You should wear pants like these more often.”

“You think so?” Riza murmured, his hands tracing up and down Roy’s back, the man having been divested of his shirt by now by an impatient Riza.

“I know so.”

Finally, finally, Roy began working on Riza’s belt, undoing his pants expertly and sliding them down. They had already taken off their shoes at some point, he didn’t quite remember when or how, Riza wasn’t as aware of things as he usually was. Normally this would have alarmed him but all he could think about was how safe he felt, Roy’s arms around him, his soothing smell. These were the only moments he could truly let go, give himself over fully to Roy, knowing he could trust him to take care of Riza. Protect him. Just like Riza protected Roy.

Dazedly, he felt Roy take off his pants and boxers and lay both of them down on the bed. Roy could not stop kissing and touching him, hands roaming everywhere, soft, open-mouthed kisses trailing down Riza’s neck, his chest, his stomach, inner thighs…

Riza’s breath grew harsher, the flames in his body whirling more intensely. He could feel the heat spreading through him, deepening, aching. He ran his hands all over Roy’s body, making a noise of protest when he discovered that Roy’s pants were somehow still on. He pushed at them, and Roy rolled over to take them off one leg at a time, then his boxers.

Now they were both as they should be. Roy laid down on his side and pulled Riza close to him, crashing their mouths together. Riza’s fingers roamed in his hair, caressing his shoulders, his arms, his sides, every part of him that Riza could reach. Panting, their touches grew more urgent, like they needed more, like they could never get enough of each other.

They wrestled on the bed, desperate hands trying to touch each other everywhere as their lips clashed together, each trying to get more of the other.

Roy wiggled one of his arms between them to trace his finger along the outline of Riza’s folds, already slick. The latter thrust his hips up slightly, almost accidentally, but Roy took the hint and slid his finger down, deeper, into the tight heat. They didn’t needs words to communicate, and especially not now. Every touch, every glance, every soft noise of contentment told them all they needed to know.

“Roy…” Riza sighed contentedly, nigh-imperceptibly. He felt so warm, so placid from an evening of being doted on by Roy.

Spurred by the encouragement, Roy slid another finger in, without much difficulty. Riza always did get so easily wet for him. Riza would have found it embarrassing, but they were far beyond such things now. He began pumping his fingers slowly in and out, crooking them until he brushed the spot that made Riza’s fingers tighten on the sheets, made his head fall back against the pillow.

Roy marveled at how soft and wet Riza felt, how good he would feel around his cock. He was getting impatient, and Riza was too, by the way he was grinding his hips down onto Roy’s fingers, wordlessly aching for more.

He slid his fingers out, wiping them on the sheets, to which Riza frowned. He gave a rueful grin in response. “I’ll wash them later.”

Riza sighed and rolled his eyes. “I’ll do it.”

“Uh uh,” Roy tutted, clambering around Riza on the bed until he was positioned over him. “Let me do some things for you for once.” He leaned down to begin kissing Riza on the neck, slowly letting his lips trail over his skin.

Riza shuddered. “You’ve already done many things for me tonight.”

Roy grinned against the soft, warm skin of Riza’s throat. “And I’ll do many more.”

Chuckling lightly at that, Riza brought a hand up to nestle it in Roy’s hair. Secure, grounding. Even just touching Roy made him feel at ease.

“Oh!” Roy leaned back at that. “Speaking of which…” Although he was impatient to make Riza feel really good, he supposed he could make him feel very good right now. Because Riza deserved it. He couldn’t hope to pay him back for everything Riza has done for him, but if he can make him come a few times, that wouldn’t be so bad, now would it?

He began trailing his kisses lower, around Riza’s collarbone, a teasing lick of his nipples, then a kiss on each chest scar. He continued his exploration downwards, with Riza’s hand slowly tightening in his hair.

Riza could barely take the anticipation, the fiery feeling of arousal drumming through his entire body. He wondered if Roy could feel the heartbeat that was practically thumping out of his skin. When Roy reached his destination, he gave an experimental lick, the delicacy of which made Riza’s toes curl with the lack of the intensity that he so craved. The action also forced an unwitting ‘nngh’ past his lips.

No matter. Roy would get Riza to open up soon enough, make him feel so good he forgets about the shell of his insecurities for a blissful moment and can make all the beautiful noises he wants.

With two fingers he parted Riza’s folds to broadly lave his tongue up Riza’s clit, an action which drew an ”Ohhh”, from Riza’s mouth. The latter’s hand, fingers still curled into Roy’s hair, loosened as he realized how tightly he was holding. “Sorry,” he muttered.

“It’s okay. Here, why don’t you hold on to this instead?” Roy proffered the hand he wasn’t using, which Riza interlaced his fingers with. Wasting no time, Roy leaned back in again and flicked Riza’s clit with the point of his tongue, tracing it lovingly as Riza gasped above him. He alternated this with sucking on it gently, taking the bud between his lips and hollowing his cheeks.

“Roy…” Riza moaned. Good, he was opening up already. Roy loved seeing Riza let loose with reckless abandon. It was a side he didn’t get to see too often, but he was grateful that Riza trusted him enough to show him. Riza’s fingers tightened around his, his back arching against the bed. It had the effect of grinding himself further up onto Roy’s mouth.

“So needy,” Roy chuckled. Before Riza could say anything, he continued. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” He raised his head so he could look Riza in the eyes, his heart swelling with fondness as he took in Riza’s blown pupils and flushed cheeks. “My needy boy,” he murmured. Riza’s eyelashes fluttered as his lips parted, taking in this remark.

Making good on his promise, Roy used his free hand to plunge his fingers inside Riza again, pumping them in and out as he continued his ministrations on Riza’s clit.

“Ah!” Riza let out above him, his head slamming back against the pillow. “Oh, yes!”

Roy began flicking his tongue faster, the wet heat of his tongue and mouth creating delicious sensation on Riza’s sensitive clit. He was so wet, Roy’s fingers sliding in and out of him smoothly, hitting the spot inside of him that made his body quake. Roy wasn’t letting up, his tongue and fingers combining to make the heat deep in Riza’s belly curl.

“Oh, Roy…” Riza groaned. “I’m… I’m close…”

“Mmmngh,” was all Roy could say, unwilling to stop with Riza on the edge of the threshold. His wrist was cramping from how hard he was pounding his fingers into Riza, but the noises Riza was making above him were too precious for him to stop.

The aching heat in Riza’s belly reached a fever pitch, his mind blanking as the only thought on his mind became “Roy, Roy, Roy!” He moaned this last part aloud, eyes rolling back as the sensations overwhelmed him, a fiery wave of pleasure flooding through his body. The crests rolled through him from head to toe, Roy continuing to milk him through his orgasm.

Riza hadn’t realized how tensed up he was until he came down from the high and relaxed back against the bed. He panted, half-lidded eyes gazing adoringly at Roy who crawled back up the bed towards Riza, wiping his lips on the back of his hand and his fingers on the sheets, again.

He watched Roy palm his cock with one hand, hovering above Riza’s hips as he lined himself up. Wasting no time, how typical of Roy when it came to these matters. Though Riza supposed it was best after he’d just come. The sensitivity of post-orgasm made the sensations of being fucked so much better, rawer and more intense.

Riza quickly lost this train of thought when Roy pushed in, rather more quickly than he’d anticipated from his surprised ‘oh’. Having been fingered already, and being so wet, Roy slid in almost completely, filling up Riza so suddenly his mouth fell open. It just always felt so good, having the warm thickness filling him up, making him feel right.

Carefully, slowly, Roy slid out again, slotting his hands around Riza’s hips. He marveled at how perfectly his fingers fit around the divots of Riza’s body, almost as if they were made for each other. Just as slowly he pushed back in, relishing in the ensuing breathy moan it drew from Riza.

“Roy,” Riza began. He bit his lip as Roy moved again, sliding back out and in. “You can go faster.” He made eye contact. “You won’t break me, you know.”

Roy held the eye contact, then nodded, seriously. He tightened his grip on Riza’s hips and quickened his pace, slamming back in. Riza let out a broken moan. It felt so good, thrusting into the tight, wet heat, Riza’s body pliant underneath him.

Riza began letting out little ‘ah’s with each movement, the blunt cockhead hitting just the right spot inside of him. He was so sensitive still from coming, the sensation inside him was so consuming that it bordered on too much, but it was perfect. It was the only time he could forget about his body, forget about anything that worried him and be completely at home in the moment. All thought and emotion reduced down to the single point of pleasure that was the point where Roy’s cock was driving relentlessly in and out of him, the wet slide mind-numbingly delicious.

“You’re so good for me,” Roy muttered. “Such a good boy.”

“Nngh,” Riza moaned, when really, he wanted to say ‘yes’, or ‘call me that again’.

Roy leaned down and folded his arms around Riza, holding him tightly. Riza automatically did the same, encircling Roy and bringing them close. Roy could feel all of Riza now, his soft, warm body jostling against his as Roy fucked into him. The harsh, stuttering exhales of both of them panting. The tousle of Riza’s bangs as they brushed against his forehead whenever he leaned in close.

He glanced at Riza’s parted lips, unbidden little noises tearing from them. He leaned in closer to kiss them, unable to resist, wanting to swallow every perfect noise Riza made. His tongue teased past Riza’s lips and teeth and explored his mouth, their tongues and lips making wet, sloppy noises as they sought to get as close to each other as possible.

Suddenly Riza felt himself being lifted, and clung to Roy, wrapping his arms and legs tighter around the other. Roy shifted them to the edge of the bed, with some difficulty. “Hold on tight,” he panted. With a soft groan he pulled them both off the bed, then whirled around and slammed Riza against the wall, the force of it knocking the breath out of Riza’s lungs. Roy shifted Riza further up a bit and wasted no time, hips slapping into Riza’s as he fucked him into the wall.

“Oh, Roy,” Riza moaned. He felt so helpless, wrapped around Roy and pinned against the wall like this, small, fragile. Protected.

Roy growled. “You sound so beaut—so handsome—moaning my name.”

“Nnngh!” Riza could only whine in reply, Roy’s cock driving in and out of him the only thing in his hazy mind.

Panting harshly, Roy gripped Riza’s thighs, holding him up. Riza was sure there would be bruises there later, marks he would trace in the shower, evidence that he was worthy enough to belong to someone. The thought only made him moan loader, involuntarily clenching around Roy’s cock.

“You feel so good, you know that, you feel amazing,” Roy gasped. “So good for me, such a good boy…”

”Ah!” Riza moaned loudly at this, unable to help himself.

“You like that?” Roy said, voice deep and rough in the way only Riza could wreck him. “You like it when I call you that?” Through the intense pleasure drugging his mind, Riza managed to nod. “Call you what?” Riza looked up at him with wide, hazy eyes, lips slightly parted. He swallowed heavily. Roy slowed his pace, at which Riza groaned desperately. “You know what I want to hear,” Roy said teasingly, sliding all the way in and grinding his hips against Riza’s.

”Ohhh…” Riza moaned.

“Come on, handsome,” Roy murmured, leaning down to press soft kisses along Riza’s neck. “Why don’t you tell me what you are?”

Riza closed his eyes. His fingers flexed around Roy’s shoulders. “I’m… I’m a…” He whispered the next part. “…I’m a good boy.”

“That’s it.” Roy grinned, and pulled out to begin pounding Riza, sinking over and over into his quivering body. Riza felt incredible, like he was made for Roy’s cock. “Such a good boy, aren’t you?” Roy cooed.

“Ah! Ah! Oh!” tore from Riza’s lips, each slapping thrust fueling the fire deep inside him.

“My good, perfect boy,” Roy continued, almost as if entranced. “So good for me. I wanna give you everything… Let me give you everything…”

He trailed off. Still inside Riza, he turned them around again and slammed Riza’s back against the bed, wasting no time in immediately continuing his punishing rhythm. He maneuvered Riza’s legs to balance on each of his shoulders, letting him slide easily into the tight, wet heat as he stood up with Riza’s lower body hanging off the edge of the bed. This angle let him hit the right spot perfectly, and it showed as Riza immediately let out a wail, his hands clutching in the sheets, pulling them from their perfect corners at the edge of the mattress.

It felt so unfathomably good, Roy driving into him again and again, hitting the spot that made him writhe on the bed. Roy above him, holding onto his ankles, kissing his calf, whispering, “Good boy.” Roy, Roy, Roy. Riza wanted to give him the whole world. He only hoped that Roy knew.

Roy slowed down, letting Riza feel the drag of his cock as he slid every inch in and out. Riza moaned again, desperation tinging the edge of his voice. The change in pace made every one of his nerves fray, pleasure clouding his mind. He felt distant, dreamlike, he and Roy were the only people on earth.

“Hah,” Roy panted. His piercing gaze bored into Riza’s. “I could fuck you like this forever.”

At this, Riza couldn’t help but groan, “Yes.” Just them together, forever, like this, as one.

“Ohh,” Roy moaned. He leaned over Riza, bending him further in half, his body pliant, always, for Roy. A bead of sweat dripped down his brow and landed on Riza’s chest. “You’re so good. Such a good boy. So perfect. So handsome. And even better…” He leaned in to kiss Riza. “All mine.”

“Yours,” Riza panted.

Roy’s thrusts grew harsher, more frantic, as they both held on to each other. Roy let Riza’s legs drop from his shoulders to hang off the edge of the bed, and he wrapped his arms around Riza’s shoulders, while he did the same to Roy.

Riza felt so fucked out, floating as he was in the dreamlike sanctuary where only he and Roy mattered, the high state of ecstatic bliss from the intense, raw pleasure. It was so much, the smell of him, the feel of him, all around Riza and inside of him, Riza could never get enough.

The sound of skin slapping against skin, and the mingling of their harsh breaths and Riza’s desperate moans, filled the room as Roy slammed into him, the sensation of him hitting Riza’s sweet spot pulsating through his body.

“Faster!” Riza moaned, having long discarded the mask now. Roy could not help but comply; after all, he had to give Riza everything he wanted. How could he not? His muscles burned as he slammed into Riza again and again. Riza was so handsome like this, his eyes rolling back in his head as his pretty lips were parted in a moan, a high flush on his cheekbones, his eyebrows drawn together in furrowed pleasure.

Riza’s legs quivered, hanging over the edge of the bed as they were, and his toes were curled. His fingers dug into Roy’s back, pulling him closer, ever closer. He could never be close enough.

The whirling vortex of fierce desire that fanned him like a flame was consuming his body relentlessly, a feeling of zealous rapture. The sensation of pleasure was so intense, it saturated his mind. The thickness driving inside of him, filling him up, everything was too good to comprehend. All he could do was breathily moan to ‘not stop’.

He was close, so close. He could feel the fire growing hotter and hotter yet again, his senses numbed by the overwhelming sensations, every nerve end frayed with pleasure. Roy fucked him breathlessly, helplessly, as Riza’s back arched and he felt the rumbling heat crest through him, riding the wave of fiery bliss that washed through his body. Roy kept fucking him, milking him through his orgasm as the fire blazed, the feeling of being pounded into so painfully and rapturously intense that Riza screamed, a hoarse, desperate sound that made Roy’s breath hitch.

“Ah—Riza—” Roy got out between pants. “I’m gonna—Ah!” His thrusts stuttered as he spilled deep inside Riza, hips driving forwards weakly as if of their own accord. Riza moaned shakily at the feeling, overstimulated as he was.

Roy stilled, laying down on top of Riza with his full weight, exhausted from holding himself up. They laid like this for a while, until Riza began to squirm uncomfortably from the heaviness.

“Sorry, sorry,” he muttered, rolling off of Riza. Knowing he would object to cuddling before they cleaned up, he got up and retrieved the towel they kept for this purpose, wiping both of them off. Riza just gazed at him through heavy-lidded eyes, wanting to help but knowing his jelly legs wouldn’t hold him up right now.

After cleaning them up, Roy prodded at Riza. The latter took the hint and hauled himself up to lay properly on the bed, so Roy could lay behind him and wrap his arm around him. They cuddled up together like that, Riza feeling sleepy and content. He knew he would ache later, but the thought was kind of scintillating, knowing he would bear the marks of their intimacy.

Roy planted a soft kiss on Riza’s head. “You were such a good boy for me.”

“Mmm,” Riza said dreamily. His eyes slipped closed, content to lay there and be held. He felt warm, down to his bones. The kind of warmth you only feel at home.

“Goodnight, Riza.”

He sighed softly, happily. “Goodnight, Roy.”

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