kinkfest | Silk, Leather and Jute (Fullmetal Alchemist, Al/Ling)

Title Silk, Leather and Jute
Author-

cornerofmadness
Fandom Fullmetal Alchemist
Disclaimer Arakawa sensei owns all
Rating NC-17
Characters/Pairing Al/Ling
Timeline/Spoilers post 108 so while spoilers for all there are really no true spoilers except for Ling’s outcome
Word Count 2006
Warning m/m sex, light bondage, gags, sex toys in play
Summary Al has a little role reversal planned for the night
Author’s Note complete PWP, written for

springkink for the prompt - Ling/Alphonse: Gags: You talk too much, (yes I flipped the pairing but since I know who this is for, I know they won’t mind), could be considered a sequel to A Trip to Remember Thanks to

bob_fish for the beta

XXX

Kneeling on the crimson silk sheets, Alphonse reached back and tapped the butt plug filling his ass. A low groan rippled out of him, his cock bouncing. He wasn’t sure he had ever been so hard. Ling had guaranteed he’d stay that way with three thin rings of leather, one over the top of his scrotum, one under it and one around the base of his shaft.

“Are you just going to tease, Al?” Ling moaned. “It’s cheating if you get yourself off.”

“Oh, I have plans for you,” Al assured him.

“Then share them,” Ling demanded, tugging at the bright silk scarf holding his arm to the bed post.

The scarves had been meant for Al, but the young alchemist had different plans. He had wrestled Ling down and tied him up - not that the emperor had fought much. The dilated pupils and rosy tint to the raven-haired youth’s face gave away his interest in where Alphonse was going with all of this. Al ran a hand along the dyed rope that ringed around his waist, knotted in such a way to keep the plug deep inside him. He was well-stretched and ready for anything the night might bring. “You need to learn patience.”

“Not my strong suit,” Ling groaned, shifting his hips on the silk bedding, such as he could bound spread eagled across the mattress. His cock bobbed invitingly.

“You talk too much.” Al swung off the bed and got a couple of the toys he had hidden away before they had gotten started. Putting the sack of toys on the mattress, he took out a small leather ball with straps on either side.

Ling’s eyebrows rose then a smug expression crossed his face. His smirk said he didn’t think Al would go through with it. “You wouldn’t dare gag the emperor,” Ling protested.

“The only guard you have around right now is Lan Fan.” Al knew she was somewhere not too far from the room. “She might approve of a little silence from you.” He grinned, pushing the ball between Ling’s lips.

Despite his protests, Ling opened his mouth and willingly bit into the leather, letting Al strap the gag in place. That done, Al leaned down, sucking one of Ling’s nipples until the man moaned behind the gag. Straddling over him, Al licked his way down to Ling’s waiting cock, his own leaving a damp trail as he moved.

He hadn’t tied Ling all that tightly, so once Al took him inside, his lover tried to thrust up into his mouth. He allowed Ling that much, sucking and licking as that hot shaft invaded him deeply. However, he didn’t suck for very long. Al had other plans.

Rolling off Ling, he got back on his knees, giving his own engorged member a few more strokes. He wasn’t near ready to come yet but he needed to fuck. Taking the time to press the plug up deeper, the t-bar firm against his hole, Al shuddered a little. Nature, the quirky thing it was, had given men that hidden pleasure spot Al would never have known about if not for this highly educational trip.

Behind him, Ling tried to talk around the gag. The guy really did talk too much. Al knew far too many chatty people, granted he was probably one of that number himself. He took out the lubricant then used it to slick up a slightly smaller plug than the one Ling had pushed into him. Al felt full almost to the point he couldn’t handle any more. Ling, on the other hand, for all his own experiences, might not have ever been on the receiving end. Would anyone have ever dared to try it with the prince?

Ling’s eyes widened, his body tensing when he saw the plug. Al’s nose wrinkled. Tied as he was, Ling wasn’t very accessible. Al’s fingers strayed to one of the knots at Ling’s ankle. “Stay still,” he instructed. Al undid the bindings then clapped his hand, reforming the ornately carved footboard into something that he could use to spread Ling’s legs and lift his ass. He studied Ling’s face for signs of approval or panic. In turn, the emperor drank in the device Al had transformed the foot board into, then gave the impression he was smiling behind the straps of the gag. Ling wiggled his hips, his cock bobbing. Al took that as a sign to tie the guy’s legs to the spreader.

Al pressed the plug against his lover’s pucker, looking up at him. “Do you want me to?” he asked, not wanting to do anything Ling didn’t desire. The emperor nodded, his black hair loose and fanned against the red silk pillow case. He was so pretty like this that Al paused just to drink in the sight.

He eased the plug halfway inside Ling’s ass. Ling’s thighs shook and he moaned loudly behind the gag, his eyes screwing shut. So, he was a virgin in this aspect of sex. Al stopped pushing, letting Ling’s body relax and compensate, but he wanted to pull the plug out and fill the emperor in another way, greedy for the experience. Al had never taken anyone this way. Ling had taken his own virginity. His cock swelled more as the thought of being the one to do the same filled Al’s mind.

“Is it too much? Do you want me to stop?”

Ling shook his head frantically, pushing down against the plug. More of it slipped inside of him and Al buried it all the way to the t-bar. Ling groaned more loudly, a few tears slipping past the dark fringe of lashes. Al left the plug in place, moving to the head of the bed. He kissed Ling’s cheek, licking away the salty tears before sucking on one of his earlobes.

“Do you want me to take it out?” When Ling shook his head, Al whispered, “Do you want to feel me inside of you?”

Ling’s nodded answer tickled Al with long dark hair. Al moved back between Ling’s legs. He pulled the plug almost all the way out before pushing it back in. Sucking Ling’s cock into his mouth, Al teased the head of it while fucking Ling with the plug until the emperor writhed helplessly on the silk. There was such power having someone in his control like this. No wonder Ling enjoyed it so much.

Al flailed with one hand, trying not to let Ling’s cock slip free. His fingers brushed the lubricant bottle. Still licking and teasing, Al oiled his cock up. He removed the plug and almost immediately replaced it with his own shaft. Ling was so very tight and hot around him, tearing a sigh from Al’s lips. Ling’s eyes widened at the sensation of being even fuller than before.

Al gave him time to adjust, sliding into him as slowly as he could, watching what the delicious torment did to his lover. Ling relaxed faster than Al had his first time. He shot Al a smoldering dark-eyed look, bucking against Al the best he could, tied as he was. Al grabbed his lover’s hips and fucked him in earnest, sinking into Ling all the way to the leather cock ring around his own shaft. Sweat rolled freely from his body as he pounded into Ling. Somehow now the silence, punctuated by muffled noises, felt wrong.

Shoving in deep, Al stretched out over Ling and pulled the gag free. Before Ling could say a word, Al sealed his mouth over Ling’s, thrusting his tongue inside. Ling sucked on it and Al kept rolling his hips into Ling. Each thrust seemed to drive the plug locked inside him right into that best spot. Al wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take.

Ling managed to slip his mouth free. “Nngh, Al, damn it, fuck me harder,” he demanded.

Al needed no further encouraging. He rutted wildly, driven faster by Ling’s steady barrage of guttural cries and half nonsensical demands for more.

“Stop,” Ling stuttered finally, surprising Al, who froze not sure what he had done wrong.

“Ling?”

“You’re going to make me come,” he rasped.

Al chuckled. “That’s the idea.”

“But I want to do it inside you,” Ling protested.

Al considered that for a moment. He did love feeling the emperor inside him. His ass was primed for it. Al pulled out then clapped, the scarves snaking away from Ling’s limbs. Al left the foot board as is, not trusting his clouded mind to restore it correctly at the moment. Ling nipped Al’s shoulder then reached for the lubricant. As he slicked his cock, Ling leaned close and whispered, “I want you on your knees.”

Al wasn’t overly fond of this position since he couldn’t see Ling, but it did allow his lover to get into him deeply. Ling undid the dyed jute around Al’s hips and eased the plug out of him. Al gasped, thinking he was going to come there and then. He barely had time to catch his breath before Ling pushed into him. Al shoved back, meeting that thrust. Ling’s oiled hand closed over Al’s cock but his strokes were slow and teasing.

“I’m going to go fast,” Ling warned, leaning over Al’s back, dropping those words in his ear. “If you can hang on, I’ll let you finish inside of me.”

Was this a test? Well, if there was one thing Al had, it was endurance. Of course, with the way Ling was bucking in to him, the tickle of his fingers against Al’s heated shaft all the endurance in the world might not be enough. Still, the emperor’s prediction about his own state of arousal proved accurate.

Ling wrapped one arm around Al’s waist, the other hand still delivering its delicious torment to the young man’s shaft. A few more hard, deep thrusts and Ling climaxed. Steadying himself against Al for a moment, Ling pulled out and pushed Al down onto the mattress.

Al rolled onto his back and Ling slid one sword-callused hand down Al’s cock. His fingers fumbled under Al’s jewels for the catch to the cock rings. Al hissed as the leather came free. Ling straddled him, guiding Al a little clumsily back up into him. Al let his lover set the pace, but even so, Ling wasn’t able to ride up and down him more than a few times before Al fell over the edge into a starry oblivion.

By the time his senses roared back, Ling was already on the bed beside him. He brushed some of Al’s golden hair back then kissed him. Ling snuggled up close, his breath curling over Al’s hypersensitive skin.

“I’m going to feel this in the morning,” Ling moaned.

“I know I did that first time,” Al replied, curling his finger around a lock of Ling’s hair. “But did I overstep my bounds?”

“Yes.” Ling grinned as Al flushed that announcement. “No one would have ever dared to do half the things you just did to me.” He kissed Al again. “Thank you. Everyone here kowtows to me. Even before I was emperor, I was a prince. That is how everyone treated me. You treat me like a man, like I’m a person. You don’t know what that means to me.”

Al smiled, skimming his hand along Ling’s side. “I will always treat you like a man.”

“That’s what I needed to hear.” Ling rubbed one of Al’s nipples. “We should go clean up a little and get some rest. And I’ll call for some tea and snacks to help us renew our energy.” He leaned forward and whispered in Al’s ear. “There are so many more things I want to do to you yet tonight.”

Al laughed. “I was just thinking the same thing.”

“Mmm, and I’ll probably let you. Aren’t you glad you came to Xing?”

Al licked a path along Ling’s collar bone. “This has been the best trip of my life.”