windandwater | *drinks all her coffee like whoa*

T_____T I fear the triple grande isn't working as it should be. I drank it all waaaaaay too fast.

I also want smut. Or cuddles and puppies. Or skirt!pr0n. Or shouta snuggling. Or... or something. ANYTHING.

~~plzmakemybrainstopthinkingaboutgenevaconventionsplzkthnx.~~

Current Mood: depressed
Current Music: the professor still talking

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He rubs the oil between his palms to warm it, impatient but ever mindful of his brother's comfort. Al is sprawled out over their bedding, limbs tangled into the blankets, eyes half-lidded and seeming to glow in the evening sunlight; his skin is dappled with flecks and bars of the dying reddened light, an effect which is more disconcerting than anything else.

The oil is warm, and slides slickly between his hands; Ed touches his tongue to the roof of his mouth and says, hesitantly, "You ready?"

His brother's eyes flicker towards him, sultry bronze, and he smiles as he extracts himself from the blankets. "Yeah," he says, inching closer to Ed until he's practically perched in his lap, "I'm ready."

Ed sets his hands to his brother's shoulders and begins to rub, massaging the oil into Al's dry, itchy new skin, and Al purrs softly under his ministrations. Encouraged, Ed presses harder, smoothing knots and easing tension away, until Al rests quietly, practically boneless, against his shoulder.

Ed works in silence; the only noise comes from Alphonse, when Ed's hands loosen a difficult knot, or soothe a particularly irritated patch of skin. His head lolls softly against Ed's neck, soft, fine hair tickling his jaw, and Ed tried not to squirm at the feather-light tickling sensation. When Al sleepily nuzzles closer, he can't suppress a sharp exhalation of laughter, and Al pulls away and stares at him, surprised. "It's nothing," Ed reassures, setting his hands - still coated lightly with oil - on Al's cheeks, and leaning forward to give his brother a gentle kiss. Al's mouth opens eagerly under his, tongues touching briefly and then falling away, before Ed pulls back with a sigh.

"Brother?" Al looks caught off guard, sweet yet not vulnerable.

"Get in bed," Ed demands, pointing, and tosses the vial of oil from hand to hand. "I have something to show you."

I know it sucked, but I tried ;_;