Mania's Notebook

Not that there’s anything about your period that he has to be good at. Rather, it’s helping you deal with it so that he can’t help but feel like he’s failing you somehow. Before meeting and dating you, he knew about them. Obviously, he’s not an idiot. And he’s not completely oblivious to what other people have to go through. It’s just…he didn’t grow up with a sister. And with Winry being the closest thing to a sister he had growing up, well…it’s safe to say that he knew to steer clear of her during her more sensitive time of the month. And above all else?

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He just doesn’t like seeing the ones he loves in pain. Even if it’s supposed to be normal.

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The rational part of him knows that everyone feels that way. But the rest of him- the parts that have seen the suffering of his brother and his mother and his best friend and his teacher and so many other people in his life can’t help but just feel more deeply anytime he sees you hurting. Plus, this isn’t something he’s ever had to deal with himself. And it’s not something he can use his brain, his alchemy, or his fighting skills to fix either. No, the solution is far harder- practically impossible to obtain prematurely. It comes with time, patience, and the type of grit Winry swears up and down he’s never had the displeasure of experiencing. Even despite his numerous trips to the hospital. But you?

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Well, from what he’s seen, you take it like a champ every single time. But that hasn’t exactly stopped him from believing that you require a much gentler touch than he’s used to giving out to the world.

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“There…how is that? Is that better?”

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Especially in moments like this.

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You hum at Ed’s uttered question, opting not to answer right away as you continue to settle yourself in bed. It’s one of those semi-unfortunate moments where he has nowhere to be and no duties to fulfill while you’re rendered temporarily bedridden (more so out of comfort rather than medical necessity- don’t worry, he freaked out plenty the first time this happened) from the sudden onset of your period just this morning. But as disappointed as you were to have to forego the outing the two of you had planned for later today, you seemed content with the fact that he’ll be here to take care of you. At least for today.

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So that’s exactly what he does: he takes care of you. At least, he does what he can. He’s at the point in your relationship where he no longer runs around like a headless chicken looking for how to help. But he does find himself running around nonetheless. He spent the early morning while you were in the bathroom making some arrangements with Al to make sure your lunch, dinner, and snacks would be delivered to your room so you wouldn’t have to go far. And when he wasn’t doing that, he was gathering everything comfortable and soft and nice that you owned- all the stuff you liked to have with you were feeling down. And when he wasn’t doing that, he was asking you about your condition (although if anyone were to ask you, you would correct them by saying he was bothering you- at least for a little bit), and fetching all the medicine you could ever want.

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Luckily, it seemed that your symptoms were on the milder side for today. The headache you woke up with seemed to go away within the hour, and the heightened emotions you would usually get seemed to be swapped for a boatload of fatigue instead. But of course, you couldn’t escape the ache in your lower stomach and your overwhelming desire to stay in bed and not be perceived by anyone. Not that he truly minds, of course. Because as selfish as it is, he can’t help but be happy that you want him despite him not being able to fix anything about your situation.

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Still though, there are things that only he can do for you.

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At the moment, you’re adjusting the heated water bottle Ed just warmed for you underneath your shirt so it sits on your lower stomach. It disappears beneath your shirt as you move the fabric to cover it up and keep it in place only seconds before you go to do the same with the pile of blankets that surround you. Slowly, but surely, you build up a little nest- adjusting your blankets to cocoon you and your pillows to help you sit upright and gathering up all the little things to keep you entertained while you’re stuck here.

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Though at the sight, he internally sighs a little. He’s been here with you before. He knows you’ll get too warm for all these blankets eventually, and will resort to kicking them off haphazardly, only for some to end up on the floor and just out of your reach (unless you wanted to do some crazy maneuvering and leave your heated water bottle for a few seconds). And sometime after that happens- about the time he has to use his alchemy to heat your waterbottle again-  you’ll start to get cold once more. Cold enough to ask him to fetch all the blankets you just kicked to the ground when you could have just had a reasonable amount of blankets (or pushed them to the side) like a normal person. But…

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But when you finish settling into the bed, and you pat the spot right next to you as you give him the most expectant look you can muster, he finds it hard to hold onto all the stupid things his brain wants to get mad about. Hell, he doesn’t even know why he was thinking about something so stupid in the first place. After all, he’s just here to take care of you, isn’t he?

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“Better,” You finally agree as he quickly slips out of his jacket, shirt, and shoes before climbing into bed right beside you. Really, he should have changed back into his pajamas. It might be more comfortable for you if he was in a softer material, after all. But you welcome him so quickly into the bed that he doesn’t hold onto the regret for very long. And then he forgets it completely as you giggle while he grumbles something about him being the first to fry with your excess blankets and covers on the bed. But he’s quick to quiet down and settle in right beside you as you reach over to wrap your arms around his neck and tangle your legs between his. “Thanks, Ed.”

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After all…what’s there to complain about when he ends up exactly where he wants to be?

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“Hey, no need to thank me. Just doing my boyfriend-duty!” He cheers as he moves to wrap his own arms around you and pull you close. He knows enough to be gentle- that there are spots on your body that tend to hurt or be more sensitive than usual during your period. A couple months of dating you and listening to you talk about your needs during your cycle inevitably does that. So he opts to drape his automail arm gently around your waist and tangle his other hand in your hair. It’s the safest option. The position the two of you most often take up whenever it comes to cuddling. And at this point, that’s really all he can offer you while you’re stuck in this state. “You know I just don’t like seeing you in pain…”

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“I know…” You breathe out, being extra cuddly as you bury your face in his neck. As you press closer against him, the warmth of the heated water bottle spreads to his skin from beneath your pajama shirt. It makes him sweat just thinking about how warm he had to make the thing to have any sort of effect on you. “Naturally, I don’t like it either…but I’ll get through it!”

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But there’s not much he can do about it now.

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He fed you your water and your painkillers after a light breakfast earlier this morning. And he already has your next dose ready and a vague recollection of when he should remind you to take it if you hadn’t already. He’s got your arms around you and the blankets pulled over the two of you. He’s already asked if you needed to use the bathroom twice in the last fifteen minutes. And he has at least a few hours before he’s gotta up the heat for you again. But right now?

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All he can do is be here. Just lay still and hold you. Just ask if you’re okay whenever you shift or let out a soft sort of whimper as a wave of something rolls over you. Just be here. In your arms. Within your reach. By your side. All he can do is be here.

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“...because I have you with me, silly~!”

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For a moment, all you could do was gasp as you instinctively spread your legs a little wider to accommodate your boyfriend as he knelt before you. You were reading on the couch in your room, lost in your own little world, when he found you originally. You’re pretty sure you remember hearing the door unlock and open before seeing his figure slide into your room. And you’re pretty sure you called out at least some sort of greeting to him before going back to your book, as well. But you’re not sure how long ago that was at this point. You’re not sure what happened during the moments in between or if he had been speaking to you or anything like that. It’s funny. You suppose, like love, he has a funny way of sneaking up on you like that, huh?

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Now, where were you again? Oh, right. He’s taking off your panties.

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“M-Mako?” You stutter out, voice soft but shocked as you realize the hands that were just previously messing with your skirt have already hooked themselves around the bands of your underwear and pulled them just below your knees. You nearly toss your book to the ground, haphazardly earmarking the last page you read, before you reach out to push on his forehead, guiding his face away from your lower body. “What are you…?”

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As you let the question linger, you find that your lips can’t help but twist up into a surprised yet amused smile as you take note of the less-than-impressed gaze Mako gives you now that you’ve temporarily halted his actions. His eyebrows are deeply furrowed, and they perfectly match the stubborn pout on his lips that he refuses to drop for a moment. Two moments. Three moments….and then…

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He sighs.

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He relaxes slightly under your touch, but he doesn’t let you push him away fully. He seems intent on staying close to you. And while you don’t mind, it’s not every day that your often very busy boyfriend comes home early enough and with enough energy to surprise you like this. It’s only fair that you get to have at least a little conversation before you let him do whatever he had planned on doing beneath your skirt. And luckily for you, the two of you have been dating just long enough for him to understand that much about you. Among other things, of course.

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“You paid our rent this month again,” He hums, pressing a kiss to the inside of one of your knees as his fingers idly play with the straps of your panties. The affection momentarily flusters you, but you’re aware enough of what’s happening to nod weakly at his statement as the kisses start to climb higher. You did. You did pay his and his brother’s rent again- and you sort of forget to tell him.

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The agreement you two had was only for two months. He promised you that’s all he and his brother needed- just two months of rent, and he’d never ask you for money again. You tried insisting that it was okay and that you were fine with him accepting more, but he wasn’t budging. He told you that it hurt his pride to ask this of his girlfriend. That he never wanted to make it seem like he wanted you all for your family’s money. That it took a lot out of him just to bring this idea to you. And you could see it…you could see all of those emotions and convictions in the way he talks and holds himself- especially when he asked this favor of you. So you know it to be true.

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But you also know that he and his brother deserve nice things. And that nobody can exactly do anything about you paying his rent before he does, of course.

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“Whoops?” You try, smiling at him ‘guiltily’ with a slight shrug. Though you both know that you’re not at all ashamed of your actions. As a result, all it manages to earn you is a raised eyebrow and another unimpressed look. Yet, it’s followed a second later by him tugging down your panties a little bit more firmly this time, pulling them all the way down your legs and tossing them onto the ground. You go quiet at this, your hands going lax and falling to your side as Mako hikes up your skirt even further, letting the fabric pile up and drape over your stomach as he exposes your entire lower half. “Mako?”

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The second you call his name out again, he answers by leaning forward and pressing another kiss to the inside of your thigh- this one climbing further up than before. It’s followed by a few more kisses- each one creeping closer and closer to your pussy than before. Your breath hitches in your throat, and if you didn’t know what he was planning then…well, you certainly know now.

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“You take care of me…” He murmurs, voice low as his eyes flick up to look at you with a heated, half-lidded stare.

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You’re reduced to silence as he trails off, and he takes the opportunity to steal more of your breath away by pressing yet another kiss to your skin- only this time it lands on the top of your mound- just a breath away from your clit. The eye contact, the kissing, the intensity, the everything- it’s all too much. Instinctively, it causes you to squirm, wiggling a little in his grip as you struggle (and fail) to calm your racing heart. But that’s something he quickly puts an end to just by lifting your legs over and placing them over his shoulders. And suddenly, you’re exactly where he wants you.

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“...so I get to take care of you, right?”

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And there’s really the only warning you got before there’s tongue flattening itself against your pussy and licking like its life depends on you cumming in the next 45 seconds. You don’t, unfortunately. Mako never makes it that easy- that simple for you. But within those 45 seconds, you’re already raising your hips and bucking into his mouth like there’s no tomorrow as his hands reach for your thighs. And he doesn’t stop there. Because of course he doesn’t. Of course he doesn’t.

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The next, whoever knows how long, is spent with you getting your pussy ate by a boy who’s far too good at this for you to really handle. Gasps and moans spill from your mouth wantonly, and your fingers can’t help but reach for Mako’s hair to tug and hold and pull on it hard. Whether you’re trying to push him away from your clit that quickly becomes overstimulated every time he decides to switch tactics and suck on it or pull him closer so you could, you haven’t quite decided. You just know it’s a lot. A lot, a lot.

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You suppose it’s only fair, though. You took care of him without needing to be told. You knew he would feel some sort of way about you covering this month’s (and the next few months) rent for him and his brother. It’s why you did it without warning. But he’s a good boy at heart. So you knew that on top of everything he might feel towards you doing something like that, he’d be thankful. You know it.

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You just…didn’t expect this. Getting a taste of your own medicine, that is. Not that you’re complaining- not that you want it to stop, either. You’re already on this ride, after all. So it’s best that you just hold on and enjoy it.

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Naturally, you’re no stranger to his loud personality. You’ve observed enough of his explosive conversations and arguments over the years to become well-acquainted with that side of him. A side of him that stubbornly refused to leave even as you both grew into adulthood and (supposedly) out of your immaturities. Though in your opinion- it’s what adds to his charm. Sure, he can be gentle and soft-spoken. He can have tact and be serious and quiet when he needs to. But it’s the fact that in much of his day-to-day life, his presence is as unapologetic as it is loud. He does what he wants. He says what he wants. And he does it on his own terms.

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So it makes perfect sense that you always can’t help but feel a little bit surprised whenever you get him to be so quiet and malleable the second you get your hands on him.

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He told you once that he’s not sure why he gets like this during sex. All quiet and willing to listen and do whatever it is that you tell him to do, that is. Though the fact that you had to have this conversation while his cheeks were bright pink and he still couldn’t look you in the eyes despite you having sucked the soul out of his cock only minutes prior might explain some of that behavior. Though admittedly, you’re not totally interested in the why behind it all. You just like seeing this side of him and seeing how easily this side of him appears when he’s alone and under your watchful gaze. Is that really so bad? You hope not. Because you can’t help it. Because you just can’t resist.

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Because as great as he is when he’s out in the world being himself…you can’t help but find him so, so, so cute like this.

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‘Like this’ in this case means in a state of being almost fully undressed on your couch as you press into his side, trapping him like a pretty bird in a prettier cage. The buttons of his dark grey button-down are completely undone, and the fabric hangs off of his arms like he’s too weak- too helpless- to take it off completely by himself. His trousers and his underwear are in a similar state on his body. They’re pulled all the way down, and sit pooled just around his ankles as he squirms for you.

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You’d imagine he wants it all off, even if he’s not willing to say anything about it. You’re sure it’ll at least make him feel a little more comfortable to have all that excess clothing off of him. It’s not like it’s necessary for what you’re doing to him. And you can’t imagine it feels good to have the same sweat that soaks the back of his neck and his hairline drips all the way down his body and soaks the same fabric that practically traps him.

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Despite this, he’s good for you. He doesn’t do anything he knows you don’t want him to do at the moment. Sure, he’s breathing heavily (and moaning softly- constantly), and he just can’t sit still for more than a second. But knowing how he is and how he acts in front of others, you know very well that this version of him is very well-behaved. It’s adorable, really. And it’s all for you. It’s all because of you. You, you, you.

And that hand you have wrapped tight around his cock as you pump it up and down and up and down, all while he leaks all over your fingers and makes a big, giant mess of your hand.

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And fuck, you can’t adore the sight of him in such a state of disarray.

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It’s a little unfair. It even makes you a little angry at just how easily he riles you up. Just a little glance at the pathetic, half-lidded stare he’s currently giving you, and your heart can’t help but race. But more than that, it makes you hungry. So, so hungry…

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But you can’t be greedy. At least, you can’t be too greedy. He deserves to have his fill. And you?

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“Open Wide~!”

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Well…you can’t help it. You’re just here to do what you want. And he’s just here to let you.

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“Ah…hmmgh…” Ed moans softly as the two fingers you have pushing down his bottom lip start to slip into the warm, awaiting cavern of his mouth. You don’t have to give him any more instructions outside of your original, mocking coo for him to know that it’s his job to open his mouth up a little wider and suck your fingers properly. And the second you do- the second you feel his cute little tongue brush against your fingers- you can’t help but smile sweetly at him before uttering two words:

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“Good boy…”

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It’s not uncommon for you to call him this. And in any other setting, you know his first reaction would be riddled with his infamous explosive anger and assumptions that it was your way of calling him short. But behind closed doors? With you so close to him? With your hand on his cock and that look in your eyes? It has a different effect than it would if you called him this name in front of others. One that manages to be powerful, even after all this time. One that causes his heart to beat faster, his hips to buck, and his breath to hitch all at the same time.

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Luckily, feeling his heart race does nothing more than make you feel proud about just how much of an impact you have on him after doing so little. Though you’re a little less prepared to feel his hips buck into your fist and his breath hitch while you have your fingers still in his mouth. As a result, he chokes a little around them as his throat instinctively tenses. It’s just a little. And it’s nothing more than a low, sudden cough. But in an instant, you ease up on him- both his mouth and cock (you know how to play with your toys without breaking them)- just long enough for him to get his bearings. But the second you see his eyes flutter close again, you find your fist already closing around his cock once more as your fingers push their way into his mouth.

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And like clockwork- like he was made for you, he accepts them both readily. Just like he always does.

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“There he is...there’s my good boy~” You murmur into his ear as he relaxes a little for you, your fist tightening around his thick, throbbing erection while you drink up the sight of him sucking on your fingers. His cock is pretty….it’s always been, really. But you’ve been so rough with it lately that the head of his cock can’t help but turn a bright, angry-looking reddish color despite all the precum he helplessly spills over your fingers. Though for that, you can’t help but eagerly take the blame for playing with him a little too roughly. It just stands so stiffly and feels so heavy in your hand that it takes every ounce of your willpower not to try to push him to his limits. To see how tightly you can squeeze him before he bursts. To see how fast you can get him to come undone for you. “...think you can handle a little more for me?”

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“Hhrgh…hah…hah…”

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You realize that you can find a lot of things.

For example, Peace. And comfort. And safety. And sanctuary, even. And him. Especially him. But you can also find his annoyingly perceptive self trained to read everything about you.

“You look like you have something on your mind…”

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Including the parts you’re trying to hide.

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And to be clear- you do. You do have something on your mind. But you didn’t want him to know that. And now, it seems, despite your best efforts to conceal your thoughts, you’re busted. And despite how close and comfortable the two of you have gotten over the past couple of months, there’s still a part of you that’s just shy enough to avert your gaze from his curious expression and laugh a little nervously at his comment. But it’s not like you can do much to hide your face or run away from him or this situation, though. He is still inside of you, after all.

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He has been this entire time.

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It’s one of those surprisingly common moments between rounds that the two of you can enjoy in a peaceful stillness. Moments where Ed is just hard enough to sit you down on his cock while you try not to move or involuntarily squeeze him a little too much while he recovers from a previous orgasm. Moments when you just need all the thrusting and all the fucking to stop for a moment as you fight the feeling of being too overstimulated. Moments where the two of you can take shelter in your lodging during the late hours of the night and forget about the world outside these four walls in favor of exploring and taking care of your bodies. Your needs, even.

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Moments where the two of you can focus on each other and nobody else. Nothing else.

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Or, at least, try to focus on nothing else. Try.

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“Hmm~! What makes you say that…?” You hum in a pathetic attempt to cover up your previous expression. Immediately, it earns you a laugh from the man lying just beneath you. But it also earns you a swift buck of his hips as he suddenly thrusts inside you. In an instant, you’re gasping and falling forward, barely able to catch yourself from collapsing onto him by reaching out and placing your hands on either side of him on the bed.

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The whole thing makes you pout and huff in frustration. It makes him laugh and peer up at you with those beautiful golden eyes of his. But unfortunately, the moment doesn’t serve as the distraction you need to get out of your little mess. Not by a long shot.

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“You can’t fool me. I know you too well,” Ed reminds you with a voice full of mirth. It’s a warm, inviting sound. But it’s impossible for you to ignore the subtle way his voice grows huskier at the end of the sentence. You also can’t ignore the way the fingers he has settled on your hips squeeze and spread out to grab at more of your soft skin as he reaches for whatever is near- your waist, thighs, bottom- all of it. Nor can you ignore the way his eyes go half-lidded as his hips just barely roll upwards, in a way that you quietly curl your toes as he eases you back into the idea of riding him once more. But not before he finds out what is eating away at you. “What’s on your mind?”

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The answer to that question is both simple and complicated. But for the most part, it’s a lot of things. But it’s mostly him and the things he tells you. They’re amazing stories. Stories you still have trouble grasping despite having the utmost faith in them. And because of that, you find the enigma that Edward Elric provides a useful distraction from the often traumatizing and deeply frightening fieldwork you’ve been conducting here. But in some ways, he’s almost too distracting.

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Because even as you sit fully naked on the same cock that’s made you cum twice already tonight, your mind can’t help but swirl with thousands more questions you have yet to ask him about his life in the other world- his rightful world. And your mind just can’t seem to stop.

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“It’s…it’s nothing…” You try to tell him, but your voice goes breathless the second you open your mouth as you feel his fingers start to creep lower than before. “Oh…oh…”

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It’s specifically the fingers belonging to his fake arm that stand out to you more than usual this time. He let you explore it once. On a night when neither of you could sleep and he was all out of stories for the day, he let you lie on the bed with him and play with the metal arm he usually keeps beneath a layer of fake skin. You remember him staring at you so hard that night as you traced the metal pieces of his arm that you felt yourself getting shy again, despite him being the one to pull you into this position. He only encouraged you to explore his arm while he began to explain what little he knew personally about his metal appendages. He did let you explore his left leg for a little while. Emphasis on a little, though. Turns out he’s not able to handle you placing a hand on his thigh for more than a minute without popping a boner that he just had to sit you on top of as soon as humanly possible.

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But that’s not the point.

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The point is that he holds you more gently, more lovingly than anyone else you’ve ever known has. The point is that his eyes that hold so much pain still soften at the sight of you. The point is that he’s able to laugh and joke and smile at you even after living his whole life in one worn-torn country just to be brought into a different one.

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The point is that even though you know he’s been through so, so, so much and still has even more to go through, he still looks at you like you’re somehow worthy of being the light in his life.

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But that’s a little heavy for a break during round three (four?). So instead, you try to think about something else. Maybe something related to metal fingers that seem obsessed with holding onto you but too fearful to even attempt a tight grip. Or maybe something related to the metal leg that somehow twitches more than his real one whenever he cums. Or maybe…maybe…

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“Is there a version of me inside of your world?”

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Something that isn’t that.

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You weren’t trying to say that. You weren’t even thinking that. You didn’t even want to say that. It was the furthest thing from your mind, and yet, somehow it’s the very thing you end up saying. But the second the question leaves your lips, you want to take it back.

You both freeze in that moment, though, unable to do anything except hear. Beneath you, Ed’s eyes widen in a sense of surprise, an emotion that looks just enough like alarm that you can’t help but feel immensely guilty. Sure, he’s been here for years at this point, but you know he still suffers. He’s talked about the people whose faces he recognizes in this world to you plenty of times, but he’s never once talked about whether you were one of them. So this could easily be a difficult question. One that he could have been avoiding for a very specific (perhaps even painful) reason. One that could hurt whatever the two of you have been growing together these past couple of weeks. One that brings out that broken, faraway expression you just hate to see on him. One that just might-

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“No…”

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His response is so quiet you didn’t even register it as his voice at first.

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It wasn’t until you felt the fingers of his right hand smooth over your bottom and reach up to press on your lower back that you even figured out that he’s talking. Though it doesn’t help that his sudden little push shifts your position enough that you’re closer than ever to his face, with his dick pressing deeper inside of you than before. It’s enough to quiet your racing thoughts and to get you gasping softly- something you can’t help but notice him smirk at now that you’re so close to his face. Somehow, he’s still as stiff and hard as he was earlier tonight when he first buried his cock inside of your pussy. And he doesn’t let you forget it as he takes advantage of the moment to place both hands back on your hips to help him move your body in time with his shallow, yet rhythmic thrusts inside of you.

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But he also doesn’t let you wait that long for the rest of his response.

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“No, I don’t think there is…” He murmurs, his lips practically brushing against yours as he continues to fuck into you. His eyebrows furrow, and his lips twist in that concentrated frown he always gets during sex. “...at least, if there is, I haven’t met her.”

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The honesty of his response catches you off guard. As does the delivery, considering that he’s speaking to you about what you thought was a deeply serious yet intimate question in a rather non-serious (but still intimate) way. But he’s not done just yet.

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“Though for that, I’m kind of glad...”

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When he speaks again, it’s with a light-hearted, almost jovial tone that’s a little easier to hear while somehow being a little more surprising than the first thing he said. It’s still said with that husky enough undertone that lets you know that you’re not going to be allowed to leave the bed anytime soon. But as you try to process his words, you find that he’s suddenly deciding to change things up a little bit again. As a result, he speeds up enough to catch you off guard and to get the bed to start creaking again, so it’s a little difficult to get your bearings for a bit. Within moments, the air starts to fill with your own little airy moans and gasps again as this break comes to a close. The best you manage to do is make a sound of acknowledgement to his words as you reach to tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging lightly every time he times or angles a stroke just right. And he doesn’t manage to sneak in a laugh between a few kisses to your lips. And it…it…

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It feels good. It feels right. It makes your toes curl, and your heart race, and your adoration for the man beneath you grows even more as he starts to whisper sweet nothings in your ear while guiding you into chasing your high. And for a bit, it’s enough to get lost in. Truly lost in. So much so that you start to forget about the war and the civil unrest and stories and alchemy and other worlds and all the stuff he’s told you about before. Hell, even the fact that he just said he’s glad he’s never met the version of you that exists in his world (if she even does exist), seems to slip from your mind the second it hits your ears. Just for a moment. Just for a little while, at least.

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And because of that- because you trust him and care for him and want him more than anything else in this moment- you let it happen. You just hang onto him as he takes the reins in having you ride him. You let your mind go cloudy. You let your moans grow louder. You let yourself be loved on and held and fucked by a boy who holds onto you like the world would stop spinning if he stopped. Like his life would end if he let go. Like you’re his home- his sanctuary, his only solace in this world. Though if you asked him about that? And if you asked him to be honest?

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“...because if I had met you back in my world? I don’t think I would have survived having to leave you behind. And, now that I’ve met you here…”

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He might even tell you that you are.

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He might even tell you that you are his sanctuary. His solace. His home away from home. His entire world, even.

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And if you’re not careful? And if you let him do and say all these things? If you let him believe all these things.

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“...I don’t think I can survive in a world without you at all.”

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