Waiting

Ed/Roy. R. ~100 words. Dubious consent.
Somehow, it felt less wrong if he was never the one to start it.

He lounged on the sturdy green couch like he owned it, arms slung over the back and legs crossed. Cat-yellow eyes met Roy’s gaze as the office door slowly closed, the thin sliver of light slowly retreating and leaving them in darkness.

“You’re working late.”

Roy didn’t reply, didn’t move from his place at the door when Ed stood, didn’t notice he’d been holding his breath until cool metal fingers stroked the line of his jaw. The nights when Fullmetal returned he would always be here, and Roy would always wait for that first touch. Somehow, it felt less wrong if he was never the one to start it.

He let Ed shove him hard against the door, and moaned for him.

End

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