Kracken
Disclaimer:I don't own them and I don't make any money off of them.
Warning:Automail sex., language
Full Metal Alchemist.
Ed x automail
Hard Hand
Loneliness could manifest itself in many ways. The cure wasn't usually so simple, but a certain neediness, a certain longing for release, could be had at very close range. It took preparation, though, and time to oneself. Al couldn't be expected to understand Ed's needs and Ed wasn't going to explain such a thing to a brother who was, in certain respects, still extremely young.
Heated oil was key and very good self control. Without either, things could go from pleasure to pain very quickly. Why take the chance? Because using the automail hand made it feel as if someone else were touching him, as if he wasn't completely alone in this most intimate of things.
The metal fingers glistened with the oil, the fire light from the small fireplace sparkling on them. Stretched out on the fur rug before it, his straining need proud and erect on his belly, Ed very slowly brought those oil slicked, metal fingers into play. Careful... so slick and so very warm. He sighed with pleasure, groaning a little in his throat as he caressed the sensitive head of his cock with his slick thumb. Hard and unforgiving, it teased the drooling entrance and caressed under the lip of the swollen, mushroom shape of him.
The fingers could wrap around and constrict him, tighter than any human hand. There was a strange pleasure in making it a sheathe of almost near pain while he poured more oil on top of it and himself. Heat trickled and seeped down to his crack. Almost guiltily, he released his grip and let that metal hand trail past his balls, following that trail of oil. He bowed over and that thick, metal, middle finger swirled about and then pushed slowly inside of his entrance. Ed gasped and shivered. Even with heated oil, the hand could retain some coolness and nothing could soften the thick joints and the sturdy bolt heads.
Ed used himself roughly, working that finger in and out, while he lifted his knees and panted in pleasure. His cock would only be neglected for so long, though. His human hand wrapped around it and began jerking him off harshly, muscles protesting his position, but willing to endure for something that felt so intense.
He spurted all at once, violently, across his belly and erect nipples, as he bit back a cry of pleasure. He lay quietly for long moments afterward, regaining his senses and half smiling foolishly, and then he slid that metal finger out and examined his hand. It was a mess. Winry, if she knew, would have killed him for that level of neglect. It would take some care and some hard scrubbing, but it would come clean and the oil wouldn't do it any harm.
A knock on the door. "Brother?" Al's voice said from behind it, worried. "The door is locked."
"Coming!" Al replied automatically, realized, and then chuckled as he fished for his shorts.
The End