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Edward breaths slowly and loudly, noticing the way his lips almost touch Winry’s shoulder.
They shouldn’t be doing this. Well, at least they shouldn't be doing this now, in the hours between night and dawn, in a house full of people, where Pinako could awake any minute since she really loves to rise before the sun. He tried, he really did. Edward tried to tune down the eager, horny voice inside his head, to tell it to stop, to let it go, to not bother Winry in a week night but how can he? When her entire body is glued to his, wearing so little clothes – she always sleeps with only a giant shirt she possibly stole from him – feeling warm and so soft next to his.
They don’t usually sleep together. That is.. almost something a forbidden act for them. Mostly out of respect – and fear – for Pinako. Edward is always scared that the woman will rip his limbs off if she sees Edward fooling around with her only granddaughter. Winry always laughs at his expenses, kissing his cheeks lightly.
But this time was different. The universe had worked in favor of both of them, Ed being in her room for his monthly maintenance, Winry deciding to read some boring stuff about automails, Edward falling asleep in her bed and not moments later, Winry joining him. And then– then, Edward waking up with a nightmare, sweating and feeling alone until he had found her next to him, her arms sliding against his back, her lips on his shoulder. His heart was beating so loud that he could barely stop himself from twisting his body and kissing her.
It was so easy to pull up her shirt, lose himself on her breasts, nuzzling and licking the warm skin there. He always felt something else looking at her breasts. They were so so soft that Edward couldn’t believe something like that could exist, that he spent years away from that sweet spot on her body. After the first time they did it, with their blushed cheeks and sweaty foreheads, Edward finally understood what the men had spoken about it, all those years back, in the military barracks. Why they had such a reverential air when talking about women, why they always talked about it constantly, why they passed old magazines along the quarters when the officials were sleeping.
Edward understood that perfectly after their third time, when Winry was no longer feeling pain and he had a minimal idea of what he was doing. Once he had slid inside of her, holding her waist with his hands and kissing her pretty lips, he agreed with the men. He thinks very little of alchemy these days and very much about Winry’s plane stomach, or the curve of her breasts against her tank top, and sometimes, he even dreams of kissing her pussy. He thinks of nothing but her since he first felt her contract around him.
In the end, he is just a hormonal teenager, as Al likes to say.
Edward nuzzles Winry’s jaw, kissing the soft spot there, while breathing her in. He feels her small hands grab his back, her nails biting the skin. He takes great care of not crushing her with his weight, but sometimes it’s almost impossible. It feels so nice to have her naked body glued to his, her nipples scratching his chest whenever he moves. He feels his lower half on fire, like there’s warm lava licking his lower abdomen.
Winry moans softly in his ear and Edward has to contain his own groan. “Win, you have to be quiet.”
She murmurs something incoherent and he punishes her with a sharp trust, just to keep her on her toes. Edward licks the column of her throat, feeling her pulse beat fast under his tongue. His brain tends to.. not work whenever they’re like this. Naked, sweaty, with his dick lodged so deep inside of her that Edward hopes she’ll feel him for days.
Ah, this feels so so good.
She’s so wet. And tight.
And she’s all mine.
He trails kisses on her skin, her throat, her jaw, until he reaches her cheek. He holds his lips there, moving inside of her and feeling Winry slide her legs over his waist. When she moans again, Edward licks the drop of sweat on her forehead.
“Win, Win,” He says like a prayer into her skin. “You need to be quiet.”
“They’re – oh, shit, Ed – sleeping, they won’t wake up, trust me.”
Edward huffs a laugh. “It’s not for them. You need to be quiet or I won’t last long.” He doesn’t stop moving, his hips pressing down Winry’s waist and oh, fuck, she’s even tighter now. “I'll come just by hearing your little noises, Win.”
He feels Winry smiles and not a second later, Edward pushes his weight on his hands, until their chests are no longer pressed and he can see her face fully. Her eyes shine beautifully under him, her smile brightens his soul. You’re everything, he wants to say. You’re my end and my beginning and I’ve always known that but now– now it feels like you pierced my soul and carved your smile there. He wants to say all of this, but Edward doesn’t ruin the moment.
Winry’s hair is sprailed against the pillow, her smile big and lazy and so so happy, it almost hurts Edward. I love you, is what she says with her eyes. Edward leans down, kissing her pink lips softly, feeling her warmth under him. She’s soft everywhere Edward is rough. Her lips, her stomach, her soul.
Fuck, he loves when he’s like that, floating on top of her, able to watch everything, from her lips to her tits boucing at every trust he makes. She looks so good like this, moaning and lost in desire. Not that he’s any different, he bets that Winry sees the look of adoration in his face. Edward holds her face with the palm of his hands, pushing her hair away from her face and caressing her cheek. They’re red under his fingertips.
For a moment, Edward is lost by the sight of it. Once it was cold and metal, but now it’s warm and fresh. His fingers are still very much different from his other hand, last calloused, last used, more thin. The skin itself is a contrast against Winry’s but still, it’s his hand, his arm. He runs his thumb against Winry’s forehead, her brows, her nose, until he finally reaches her lips. Edward stills his hips, holding himself there, quietly inside of her. Already, Winry’s eyes are glossy waiting for the release that is about to come.
“Ed,” She murmurs her name against his lips and Edward–
Edward feels the hot fire licks his spine. He feels he’s losing it, any minute now. He can’t take it any longer. It’s right there, it’s too much. Winry is so tight and warm and wet around him, he feels her everywhere, he feels everything and now looking at her, with those big blues eyes, whispering her name against his thumb–
Ah, fuck.
Edward can almost see the movement in slow motion, like it’s not him who is in control of his body anymore. It feels like something has taken over him the minute he runs his thumb against Winry’s lower lip and her wet tongue – her divine, out of this world tongue that has done fantastic things with him – scrapes his finger, Edward waits only two seconds before pressing the digit inside of her mouth, very slowly.
He feels submerse, he feels out of his mind, when Winry’s warm mouth closes around him and she sucks. Oh, fuck, shit, shit, fuck , he can’t think, he can’t even look at her but at the same, he can’t stop staring at those bright eyes, the red lips around his thumb, the wet pressure against his cock and now his finger– it’s too much and not enough.
He doesn’t even need to move, he’ll come just like this, feeling her everywhere, outside of his body and inside his mind. Edward feels the same adrenaline he always does, like he’s learning how to swim again, pressing his head under the water, feeling the adrenaline rush through his body, not with fear, but with excitement.
Winry’s tongue rolls against his finger and sucks it hard, Edward moans her name, barely containing his hips from moving.
“Ah, Win.” Edward says against her cheek, closing her eyes. “You’ll be the death of me, you know that?”
He can feel her smile when she says, “Yeah, but you’ll enjoy it along the way.”