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Title: ...That Keeps on Giving
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating: NC17 holy SHIT it's NC17, as in NOT WORK SAFE. AS IN...YEAH.
Summary: Riza gets Roy a very special gift for his birthday.
Pairings: RoyAi, Hawkeye/Havoc, small bit of Roy/Havoc
Other: This is a total PWP. The only reason this was written was to get certain characters in the sack with each other. Also, I guess a warning about voyeruism. And...yeah. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
maypirate, because she will appreciate it. And for sake_butterfly, who will cry even though it's her fault.
You see that over there? That's the train to hell. You see how I'm on it? Thought so. ^_^;; Also, for an Alphonse and Archer fan, I sure write about Roy having sex an awful lot. Something for me to look into, I guess.
“Hey Hawkeye? The Colonel around?”
First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye looked up from her paperwork. “Actually, no, he’s in a meeting with the General right now. He won’t be back for at least a half an hour, I suppose.”
“Oh right.” Havoc shook his head. “Well, it can wait.” He sat down at his desk to his own work with his usual cigarette hanging out of his lips. After a few more minutes, he realized that he was being stared at. He met Hawkeye’s gaze with a bit of confusion. “What?”
“He’s not going to be back for a while and…there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.”
Well that was interesting. “Okay. Shoot.”
“The Colonel’s birthday is next week and I…need your help. With his present.” She hesitated before continuing. “There is something…special that I think he would like, and it…well it requires your assistance.” She smiled then, but he focused more on the look in her eyes...there was something oddly familiar about it...
“Uh huh. Well, if it’s for Mustang of course I’ll help.” He smiled back at her. “So what? You throwing a party?”
She still had the same look in her eyes and he wondered why he suddenly felt like pulling at his collar. “…You could say that. Actually, an intimate evening is more what I had in mind.”
“Intimate?” He lit the cigarette as, obviously, neither of them were getting any work done. Why even bother with the pretense? “Like how intimate?”
“Well…I was thinking…myself. And the Colonel. And you. Just a small, private celebration.”
Suddenly, he recognized the look in her eyes and it nearly made him drop his lit match. It was the look that she had when Mustang would ask to speak to her alone. It was a combination of anticipation, need and pure sex in those amber eyes of hers.
And damn if it wasn’t hot as hell.
Also, it explained why she drove Mustang home every night now. They used to alternate weeks and kudos to them for apparently being involved with no one realizing it…wait.
Wait.
“You…me…what?” She was coming on to him.
That was impossible.
Breda must have dared her to do this or Falman or…something.
“You and I are planning a surprise, Havoc.” Hawkeye raised an eyebrow.
“For him or for me?” Because really, he wasn’t quite sure how he felt about this. Roy was a good man and all, but… “I mean, if that’s what he wants I guess I could…but I don’t…I’m not…”
He must have had a deer in headlights expression, because Riza suddenly started chuckling. “Relax. I should have been more clear. I don’t mean for the two of you to do anything…the Colonel…well, he’s fond of...watching.” Her smile became gentle. “And you’re very attractive. And trustworthy.”
Oh okay. That made a lot more sense.
He suddenly wondered about himself that he would be thinking that her request made sense.
“You want…me? In front of the Colonel? Won’t he be…?” Well okay, so he’d be lying if he tried to claim that he had never fantasized about her, what was underneath her uniform, what her voice would sound like when she was under him…and the thought of Mustang watching was…not nearly as off-putting as it should have been. In fact, it was actually...exciting.
Not sure of what he was getting into, he swallowed hard. “Okay.”
---
Six days later, Roy found a note stashed on his desk in familiar handwriting.
“Colonel---
I have a special something for you in honor of your birthday. Please meet me here at 2100.”
It wasn’t signed, but it really didn’t need to be. He grinned for a moment, before regaining his composure as he walked to his open doorway. “Lieutenant Hawkeye?”
“Sir?”
“May I speak with you for a moment please?”
“Yes, sir.” Barely letting her inside, he quickly shut his door and wrapped his arms around her. He smelled her hair, and it thrilled him to feel her shudder a bit.
“I got your note.”
“I gathered.” He could hear the smile in her words. “I really hate to say this, but can't this wait?”
He was a little too quick for her, because he had already unsnapped the top closure on her jacket. “Why wait?” His hand slipped inside, causing her to sigh at his touch. “Are you wearing a corset?”
“Perhaps.”
It was his turn to shudder. “Let me see.”
She turned to face him, kissing him softly and with a promise of so much more. “Later. I don’t want to spoil your surprise.” He moved to kiss her again, and she put him at arm’s length. “You have paperwork, Colonel.”
“I really don’t care about my paperwork right now.” He really didn’t.
She gave him a look and kissed him lightly once more. “I’ll see you at nine.” She moved out of his embrace and headed back towards the door.
“At least tell me the color!” Roy was, understandably, somewhat putout.
Riza turned to him, winked, and walked out to her desk as Roy grudgingly went back to his.
It was only six hours until nine. He would manage. He had been through a war, after all. Six hours to wait for sex was nothing.
Swearing profusely, he began the paperwork.
---
Five minutes before the scheduled rendez-vous, Roy Mustang joyfully entered his office clad in just his white shirt, pants, and boots and also wasn’t surprised to see the lights on for him. Riza was nothing if not punctual.
He was, however, very surprised to see a smoking Lieutenant Havoc sitting at his desk.
“Um…” Truly, he was the picture of eloquence.
“Hey Chief.”
Suddenly feeling cock-blocked for the second time (on his birthday for God’s sake!), Roy felt no need for pleasantries. “Why are you here?”
“Working late.” The blond man shrugged. “How come?”
How to handle this tactfully…ah yes. “Get out.”
Havoc was about to protest when the sound of a locking door startled both of them. “Good evening, Roy.”
The two men looked where Riza stood with one hand on her hip. Roy sighed in relief.
“Oh good…I was just telling Havoc to…”
“Don’t talk.” She walked over to him with a gentle smile. He could smell her, a combination of jasmine and gunpowder and it made him weak.
“But…”
“I said, don’t talk.” She covered his mouth with her palm, lingering just long enough to make sure he understood. “Go sit down.”
More than a little bewildered, he moved to the chair in the corner and obliged.
Riza looked down at him, a combination of promise and sternness on her face. She had taken off her jacket and skirt as well, and at some point applied dark eyeliner and lipstick. She leaned over him in the chair and kissed him, and he was powerless and hungry. He responded with urgency, dancing his tongue with hers. She pulled back and he realized he had all but forgotten about Havoc’s presence. It made his face flush and his cock twitch.
“You can touch yourself,” she whispered and his cock twitched again. “But don’t move from that spot.”
And just like that, before comprehension returned and he regained himself, she had moved to his desk where Havoc was now standing. His blue eyes were tense on Riza, his cigarette having long been discarded.
“Are you all right?” She held his hand gently, her thumb massaging the back gently.
He must have nodded, because the next thing Roy knew her hand had moved to his thigh and his lieutenants became engaged in a kiss.
Roy couldn’t move or breathe or even think.
It took Havoc a moment to respond, but when Riza gently bit his lower lip he promptly sighed and leaned into her, placing his hands on her hips. Roy could see his tongue in between their mouths and she moved in between Jean’s parted legs and his hands moved restlessly over her back, eventually reaching up to take down her hair.
Roy could feel the golden strands dance down her back as if he was using his own hands.
Her hands sliding over his chest and shoulders, Riza took one of his hands and moved it back down, past where it had been to rest on her rear. Havoc used this to pull her to him tighter, making them both groan and Roy’s mouth go dry.
Havoc moved so that she was against the desk, her hips tight against his groin. He moved his other hand from her back to trace the inside of her thigh through her pants teasingly. The arch of her back, the gilded hair’s movement, and her now smeared lipstick somehow made the uniform look sluttish.
Her hands worked quickly to undo the closures on his jacket, and she helped him remove it without breaking their kiss. It dropped to the floor and Roy dimly noticed that he wasn’t wearing anything under it. Their kiss continued and Havoc turned her so that her back was to him, and he began kissing her neck. She sighed and bit her lip, and Roy grabbed his thighs very hard at her reactions.
Havoc pulled her tight t-shirt up a bit, his other hand unbuttoning the top button of her trousers. He fingers dipped a bit lower, and she whimpered. Roy couldn’t see enough, he needed to see more, and he needed Havoc to finish taking off the pants. Instead of that, Havoc moved his hand back to her stomach, pulling her shirt over her head.
There was, in fact, a black corset and Roy groaned at the realization. He quickly unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt in an attempt to ease the heat surrounding him.
Turning to face Havoc once more, Riza pulled him into a feverish kiss. She grabbed the shirt from his hands and threw it in Roy’s direction. It fell onto his left knee, and he had to grip his thighs even harder.
The movement caused her hips to move into Havoc’s more and he groaned. She arched against him once more, deliberately this time, and he pulled her in tight. His hands on her buttocks, she shimmied against his groin causing both men to groan.
A smirk played across her face and she leaned in to lick and suck on Havoc’s throat. She lingered and Havoc gasped from her attentions. Roy could hear some of the sounds of her mouth and his breath hitched when she stopped to reveal a rapidly forming bruise.
Havoc then dropped to his knees as he began to undo her trousers and her eyes met Roy’s, wild and full of intent and Roy found he had no choice but to unbutton his own in response. Havocs hands ran up and down Riza’s fabric-clad thighs, making her tremble. She slowly trailed her hands over her own body, lifting her breasts as high as they could get in the undergarment. Havoc’s head was in between her thighs planting kisses on the black panties as he helped her step out of the pants.
And then Riza stood posing with her legs wide and hips cocked. She was beautiful, perfect, and deadly in the black corset and panties. Havoc ran callused hands over the silky thighs and Roy’s hands moved over the fabric covering his.
She pulled Havoc up to her, and they kissed hotter and wetter than before. He ground himself into her and she moaned through it, his hands roaming back to caress her rear under the panties. Reaching her hand into one of his pockets, she pulled out a small foil packet only to place it on the desk.
She then took one of Jean’s hands and began slowly sucking on his index fingers.
“Jesus,” Roy muttered as he undid his fly. He let his palm hover on the heat of his erection, not quite ready to stroke himself.
Letting his fingers go with a small pop, Riza placed her fingers over his arousal. Havoc swore softly, and she stroked him through the fabric, causing him to thrust a little into her hands in time with the motions of her hand, his face flushing and his breath getting faster. Her ministrations only stopped long enough to unfasten and unzip his pants. Roy was fascinated with the dark blond curls and the hard flesh, unable to resist pumping himself in response to Riza's hand stroking Jean's shaft.
When he glanced back up, he realized that he was now the one being watched. Riza was smiling and Havoc looked in awe at his disheveled and needy state. His eyes met the blue ones of his lieutenant and the awe quickly turned devilish. At this, he repositioned himself and Riza a few inches (deliberately, Roy thought) and she dropped down to her knees in front of him.
Roy watched as Riza at first gently licked the tip of Havoc’s penis, tasting the precome that had beaded there. His breath hitched, and she began to run her lips up and down the sides of his shaft. Placing her hands on his buttocks to pull him to her, his cock slowly disappeared behind her swollen lips.
There were only moist sounds in the room as Roy’s spit-soaked hand stroked his cock in time to Riza’s sucking. The movement of her head was up and down for a while, eventually her tongue did something that made Havoc’s eyes roll back. Oh yes, Roy was very familiar with that feeling. She moved to his balls, licking them for a moment before Havoc reached down and put his hands on her shoulders. It took a moment for him to collect himself and he stood, silent and shaking. Postioning her so that she was on her hands and knees facing Roy, he knelt behind her and one by one, he undid the laces on her corset. Her breasts were all but spilling out of her top by the time it fell off, and he licked her spine from its base all the way up to her neck He reached his hands up to knead her breasts, hiding them from Roy’s view, and she shivered under his touch.
He ached but still only stroked himself slowly as he saw at his lieutenants shift again, Riza’s legs wide as she sat backwards on Havoc’s lap. His left hand slid down from her breasts past her stomach and gently into her panties. Roy couldn’t bring himself to move his eyes from that spot until something Jean did made Riza convulse against him.
“Ahhh…oh God…”
Havoc rubbed her nipples and kissed her neck as he pleasured her with his hand; it didn’t take long for her to make soft keening sounds and rock her hips against him in time with his movements. Suddenly, her motions went still, a dry sob escaping her throat as she shook and went limp.
Havoc kissed her as he gently picked her up and placed her on the desk, slowly peeling the panties down her legs and adding them to the pile on the floor. He parted her knees and knelt in between them as he looked at her to make sure she was okay. Nodding with a smile she closed her eyes as he slowly licked the inside of her left thigh, soon giving the same treatment to her right one.
It was something out of a daydream and Roy felt almost disconnected at the sights before him. Havoc placed her legs over his shoulders and moved his tongue to her inner parts, waging an assault on her with his mouth. Riza began to writhe again and Roy started to work himself more persistently. Every stroke he made was matched by Havoc’s tongue.
Roy began to pant and Havoc pulled away just as Riza began to moan in earnest. She moved her hips in desperation and he just smiled and gently stroked her ribs.
“She’s beautiful, right chief?” He looked down at her, all flushed skin and sunlit hair beneath him.
She truly was. “Yes,” Roy hissed as he tried to keep a hold of himself. “So beautiful…”
Havoc reached for the foil packet that Roy dimly realized was a condom wrapper. He handed it to Riza, who opened it with trembling hands. Instead of reaching for his erection, she popped the condom into her mouth with a wink to Roy.
“Oh shit,” Roy muttered as Havoc’s jaw dropped.
Gently pushing Havoc onto his back on the desk, she moved over him like a jungle cat. Crouching down, she maneuvered the condom into place with her mouth. It took a while, but she eventually moved away from him, a wet condom in Roy’s direct line of sight. He began touching himself in earnest with both hands as she lowered herself onto Havoc’s erection.
Havoc bit his lip and sat up to meet her movements with his own and she arched her back. Her hair cascaded down her back in a waterfall, and he grabbed her rear to hold her steady against his thrusts. A few strokes later and Havoc’s orgasm hit with him pushing against her hard. His hand dropped down to touch her again and Roy lost himself, his own orgasm spurting warmly into his hands and on his pants. He came back to himself just in time to see Riza shudder and wail one final time, wiping his hands on his pants without thinking about it.
Riza brushed her hair back out of her face and she looked down at a somewhat shell-shocked Havoc.
“Uh…” He stammered. “I…wow…I really need a cigarette.”
Riza snorted, then moved very carefully off of his lap. Gently, she peeled the condom off of him and threw it in the wastebasket by the desk. “We should probably open one of the windows…it wouldn’t be a good idea for the maintenance staff to know what was going on in here.” She stretched her legs and then very carefully moved to sit on the arm of Roy’s chair.
“Happy Birthday,” she whispered as she leaned down and kissed him. He twined some of her hair in his fingers as he let her take his loving breath away. When they broke, he realized that Havoc had not only gotten dressed, he had moved to where they were sitting.
“Thank you, Havoc,” Riza smiled and leaned across Roy to kiss Havoc one last time. When they finished, Havoc grinned and shrugged.
“No problem. It was fun.” He looked down at his superior with a curious expression. “Happy Birthday, chief.” And before Roy registered the intent, Havoc leaned down and kissed him. There was Riza’s familiar taste along with cigarettes and Havoc himself and it was thoroughly intoxicating. When it ended, Roy actually struggled to open his eyes. “I’m beat guys…see you in the morning.” And with a cigarette in between his lips, Havoc took his leave.
The other two sat in silence for a moment before Roy finally spoke.
“Your birthday is in a month or so, right?”
“Yes.” She looked at him with a puzzled expression. “Why?”
“Because I think I already know what I'm going to get you...”
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating: NC17 holy SHIT it's NC17, as in NOT WORK SAFE. AS IN...YEAH.
Summary: Riza gets Roy a very special gift for his birthday.
Pairings: RoyAi, Hawkeye/Havoc, small bit of Roy/Havoc
Other: This is a total PWP. The only reason this was written was to get certain characters in the sack with each other. Also, I guess a warning about voyeruism. And...yeah. For
maypirate, because she will appreciate it. And for sake_butterfly, who will cry even though it's her fault.You see that over there? That's the train to hell. You see how I'm on it? Thought so. ^_^;; Also, for an Alphonse and Archer fan, I sure write about Roy having sex an awful lot. Something for me to look into, I guess.
“Hey Hawkeye? The Colonel around?”
First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye looked up from her paperwork. “Actually, no, he’s in a meeting with the General right now. He won’t be back for at least a half an hour, I suppose.”
“Oh right.” Havoc shook his head. “Well, it can wait.” He sat down at his desk to his own work with his usual cigarette hanging out of his lips. After a few more minutes, he realized that he was being stared at. He met Hawkeye’s gaze with a bit of confusion. “What?”
“He’s not going to be back for a while and…there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.”
Well that was interesting. “Okay. Shoot.”
“The Colonel’s birthday is next week and I…need your help. With his present.” She hesitated before continuing. “There is something…special that I think he would like, and it…well it requires your assistance.” She smiled then, but he focused more on the look in her eyes...there was something oddly familiar about it...
“Uh huh. Well, if it’s for Mustang of course I’ll help.” He smiled back at her. “So what? You throwing a party?”
She still had the same look in her eyes and he wondered why he suddenly felt like pulling at his collar. “…You could say that. Actually, an intimate evening is more what I had in mind.”
“Intimate?” He lit the cigarette as, obviously, neither of them were getting any work done. Why even bother with the pretense? “Like how intimate?”
“Well…I was thinking…myself. And the Colonel. And you. Just a small, private celebration.”
Suddenly, he recognized the look in her eyes and it nearly made him drop his lit match. It was the look that she had when Mustang would ask to speak to her alone. It was a combination of anticipation, need and pure sex in those amber eyes of hers.
And damn if it wasn’t hot as hell.
Also, it explained why she drove Mustang home every night now. They used to alternate weeks and kudos to them for apparently being involved with no one realizing it…wait.
Wait.
“You…me…what?” She was coming on to him.
That was impossible.
Breda must have dared her to do this or Falman or…something.
“You and I are planning a surprise, Havoc.” Hawkeye raised an eyebrow.
“For him or for me?” Because really, he wasn’t quite sure how he felt about this. Roy was a good man and all, but… “I mean, if that’s what he wants I guess I could…but I don’t…I’m not…”
He must have had a deer in headlights expression, because Riza suddenly started chuckling. “Relax. I should have been more clear. I don’t mean for the two of you to do anything…the Colonel…well, he’s fond of...watching.” Her smile became gentle. “And you’re very attractive. And trustworthy.”
Oh okay. That made a lot more sense.
He suddenly wondered about himself that he would be thinking that her request made sense.
“You want…me? In front of the Colonel? Won’t he be…?” Well okay, so he’d be lying if he tried to claim that he had never fantasized about her, what was underneath her uniform, what her voice would sound like when she was under him…and the thought of Mustang watching was…not nearly as off-putting as it should have been. In fact, it was actually...exciting.
Not sure of what he was getting into, he swallowed hard. “Okay.”
---
Six days later, Roy found a note stashed on his desk in familiar handwriting.
“Colonel---
I have a special something for you in honor of your birthday. Please meet me here at 2100.”
It wasn’t signed, but it really didn’t need to be. He grinned for a moment, before regaining his composure as he walked to his open doorway. “Lieutenant Hawkeye?”
“Sir?”
“May I speak with you for a moment please?”
“Yes, sir.” Barely letting her inside, he quickly shut his door and wrapped his arms around her. He smelled her hair, and it thrilled him to feel her shudder a bit.
“I got your note.”
“I gathered.” He could hear the smile in her words. “I really hate to say this, but can't this wait?”
He was a little too quick for her, because he had already unsnapped the top closure on her jacket. “Why wait?” His hand slipped inside, causing her to sigh at his touch. “Are you wearing a corset?”
“Perhaps.”
It was his turn to shudder. “Let me see.”
She turned to face him, kissing him softly and with a promise of so much more. “Later. I don’t want to spoil your surprise.” He moved to kiss her again, and she put him at arm’s length. “You have paperwork, Colonel.”
“I really don’t care about my paperwork right now.” He really didn’t.
She gave him a look and kissed him lightly once more. “I’ll see you at nine.” She moved out of his embrace and headed back towards the door.
“At least tell me the color!” Roy was, understandably, somewhat putout.
Riza turned to him, winked, and walked out to her desk as Roy grudgingly went back to his.
It was only six hours until nine. He would manage. He had been through a war, after all. Six hours to wait for sex was nothing.
Swearing profusely, he began the paperwork.
---
Five minutes before the scheduled rendez-vous, Roy Mustang joyfully entered his office clad in just his white shirt, pants, and boots and also wasn’t surprised to see the lights on for him. Riza was nothing if not punctual.
He was, however, very surprised to see a smoking Lieutenant Havoc sitting at his desk.
“Um…” Truly, he was the picture of eloquence.
“Hey Chief.”
Suddenly feeling cock-blocked for the second time (on his birthday for God’s sake!), Roy felt no need for pleasantries. “Why are you here?”
“Working late.” The blond man shrugged. “How come?”
How to handle this tactfully…ah yes. “Get out.”
Havoc was about to protest when the sound of a locking door startled both of them. “Good evening, Roy.”
The two men looked where Riza stood with one hand on her hip. Roy sighed in relief.
“Oh good…I was just telling Havoc to…”
“Don’t talk.” She walked over to him with a gentle smile. He could smell her, a combination of jasmine and gunpowder and it made him weak.
“But…”
“I said, don’t talk.” She covered his mouth with her palm, lingering just long enough to make sure he understood. “Go sit down.”
More than a little bewildered, he moved to the chair in the corner and obliged.
Riza looked down at him, a combination of promise and sternness on her face. She had taken off her jacket and skirt as well, and at some point applied dark eyeliner and lipstick. She leaned over him in the chair and kissed him, and he was powerless and hungry. He responded with urgency, dancing his tongue with hers. She pulled back and he realized he had all but forgotten about Havoc’s presence. It made his face flush and his cock twitch.
“You can touch yourself,” she whispered and his cock twitched again. “But don’t move from that spot.”
And just like that, before comprehension returned and he regained himself, she had moved to his desk where Havoc was now standing. His blue eyes were tense on Riza, his cigarette having long been discarded.
“Are you all right?” She held his hand gently, her thumb massaging the back gently.
He must have nodded, because the next thing Roy knew her hand had moved to his thigh and his lieutenants became engaged in a kiss.
Roy couldn’t move or breathe or even think.
It took Havoc a moment to respond, but when Riza gently bit his lower lip he promptly sighed and leaned into her, placing his hands on her hips. Roy could see his tongue in between their mouths and she moved in between Jean’s parted legs and his hands moved restlessly over her back, eventually reaching up to take down her hair.
Roy could feel the golden strands dance down her back as if he was using his own hands.
Her hands sliding over his chest and shoulders, Riza took one of his hands and moved it back down, past where it had been to rest on her rear. Havoc used this to pull her to him tighter, making them both groan and Roy’s mouth go dry.
Havoc moved so that she was against the desk, her hips tight against his groin. He moved his other hand from her back to trace the inside of her thigh through her pants teasingly. The arch of her back, the gilded hair’s movement, and her now smeared lipstick somehow made the uniform look sluttish.
Her hands worked quickly to undo the closures on his jacket, and she helped him remove it without breaking their kiss. It dropped to the floor and Roy dimly noticed that he wasn’t wearing anything under it. Their kiss continued and Havoc turned her so that her back was to him, and he began kissing her neck. She sighed and bit her lip, and Roy grabbed his thighs very hard at her reactions.
Havoc pulled her tight t-shirt up a bit, his other hand unbuttoning the top button of her trousers. He fingers dipped a bit lower, and she whimpered. Roy couldn’t see enough, he needed to see more, and he needed Havoc to finish taking off the pants. Instead of that, Havoc moved his hand back to her stomach, pulling her shirt over her head.
There was, in fact, a black corset and Roy groaned at the realization. He quickly unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt in an attempt to ease the heat surrounding him.
Turning to face Havoc once more, Riza pulled him into a feverish kiss. She grabbed the shirt from his hands and threw it in Roy’s direction. It fell onto his left knee, and he had to grip his thighs even harder.
The movement caused her hips to move into Havoc’s more and he groaned. She arched against him once more, deliberately this time, and he pulled her in tight. His hands on her buttocks, she shimmied against his groin causing both men to groan.
A smirk played across her face and she leaned in to lick and suck on Havoc’s throat. She lingered and Havoc gasped from her attentions. Roy could hear some of the sounds of her mouth and his breath hitched when she stopped to reveal a rapidly forming bruise.
Havoc then dropped to his knees as he began to undo her trousers and her eyes met Roy’s, wild and full of intent and Roy found he had no choice but to unbutton his own in response. Havocs hands ran up and down Riza’s fabric-clad thighs, making her tremble. She slowly trailed her hands over her own body, lifting her breasts as high as they could get in the undergarment. Havoc’s head was in between her thighs planting kisses on the black panties as he helped her step out of the pants.
And then Riza stood posing with her legs wide and hips cocked. She was beautiful, perfect, and deadly in the black corset and panties. Havoc ran callused hands over the silky thighs and Roy’s hands moved over the fabric covering his.
She pulled Havoc up to her, and they kissed hotter and wetter than before. He ground himself into her and she moaned through it, his hands roaming back to caress her rear under the panties. Reaching her hand into one of his pockets, she pulled out a small foil packet only to place it on the desk.
She then took one of Jean’s hands and began slowly sucking on his index fingers.
“Jesus,” Roy muttered as he undid his fly. He let his palm hover on the heat of his erection, not quite ready to stroke himself.
Letting his fingers go with a small pop, Riza placed her fingers over his arousal. Havoc swore softly, and she stroked him through the fabric, causing him to thrust a little into her hands in time with the motions of her hand, his face flushing and his breath getting faster. Her ministrations only stopped long enough to unfasten and unzip his pants. Roy was fascinated with the dark blond curls and the hard flesh, unable to resist pumping himself in response to Riza's hand stroking Jean's shaft.
When he glanced back up, he realized that he was now the one being watched. Riza was smiling and Havoc looked in awe at his disheveled and needy state. His eyes met the blue ones of his lieutenant and the awe quickly turned devilish. At this, he repositioned himself and Riza a few inches (deliberately, Roy thought) and she dropped down to her knees in front of him.
Roy watched as Riza at first gently licked the tip of Havoc’s penis, tasting the precome that had beaded there. His breath hitched, and she began to run her lips up and down the sides of his shaft. Placing her hands on his buttocks to pull him to her, his cock slowly disappeared behind her swollen lips.
There were only moist sounds in the room as Roy’s spit-soaked hand stroked his cock in time to Riza’s sucking. The movement of her head was up and down for a while, eventually her tongue did something that made Havoc’s eyes roll back. Oh yes, Roy was very familiar with that feeling. She moved to his balls, licking them for a moment before Havoc reached down and put his hands on her shoulders. It took a moment for him to collect himself and he stood, silent and shaking. Postioning her so that she was on her hands and knees facing Roy, he knelt behind her and one by one, he undid the laces on her corset. Her breasts were all but spilling out of her top by the time it fell off, and he licked her spine from its base all the way up to her neck He reached his hands up to knead her breasts, hiding them from Roy’s view, and she shivered under his touch.
He ached but still only stroked himself slowly as he saw at his lieutenants shift again, Riza’s legs wide as she sat backwards on Havoc’s lap. His left hand slid down from her breasts past her stomach and gently into her panties. Roy couldn’t bring himself to move his eyes from that spot until something Jean did made Riza convulse against him.
“Ahhh…oh God…”
Havoc rubbed her nipples and kissed her neck as he pleasured her with his hand; it didn’t take long for her to make soft keening sounds and rock her hips against him in time with his movements. Suddenly, her motions went still, a dry sob escaping her throat as she shook and went limp.
Havoc kissed her as he gently picked her up and placed her on the desk, slowly peeling the panties down her legs and adding them to the pile on the floor. He parted her knees and knelt in between them as he looked at her to make sure she was okay. Nodding with a smile she closed her eyes as he slowly licked the inside of her left thigh, soon giving the same treatment to her right one.
It was something out of a daydream and Roy felt almost disconnected at the sights before him. Havoc placed her legs over his shoulders and moved his tongue to her inner parts, waging an assault on her with his mouth. Riza began to writhe again and Roy started to work himself more persistently. Every stroke he made was matched by Havoc’s tongue.
Roy began to pant and Havoc pulled away just as Riza began to moan in earnest. She moved her hips in desperation and he just smiled and gently stroked her ribs.
“She’s beautiful, right chief?” He looked down at her, all flushed skin and sunlit hair beneath him.
She truly was. “Yes,” Roy hissed as he tried to keep a hold of himself. “So beautiful…”
Havoc reached for the foil packet that Roy dimly realized was a condom wrapper. He handed it to Riza, who opened it with trembling hands. Instead of reaching for his erection, she popped the condom into her mouth with a wink to Roy.
“Oh shit,” Roy muttered as Havoc’s jaw dropped.
Gently pushing Havoc onto his back on the desk, she moved over him like a jungle cat. Crouching down, she maneuvered the condom into place with her mouth. It took a while, but she eventually moved away from him, a wet condom in Roy’s direct line of sight. He began touching himself in earnest with both hands as she lowered herself onto Havoc’s erection.
Havoc bit his lip and sat up to meet her movements with his own and she arched her back. Her hair cascaded down her back in a waterfall, and he grabbed her rear to hold her steady against his thrusts. A few strokes later and Havoc’s orgasm hit with him pushing against her hard. His hand dropped down to touch her again and Roy lost himself, his own orgasm spurting warmly into his hands and on his pants. He came back to himself just in time to see Riza shudder and wail one final time, wiping his hands on his pants without thinking about it.
Riza brushed her hair back out of her face and she looked down at a somewhat shell-shocked Havoc.
“Uh…” He stammered. “I…wow…I really need a cigarette.”
Riza snorted, then moved very carefully off of his lap. Gently, she peeled the condom off of him and threw it in the wastebasket by the desk. “We should probably open one of the windows…it wouldn’t be a good idea for the maintenance staff to know what was going on in here.” She stretched her legs and then very carefully moved to sit on the arm of Roy’s chair.
“Happy Birthday,” she whispered as she leaned down and kissed him. He twined some of her hair in his fingers as he let her take his loving breath away. When they broke, he realized that Havoc had not only gotten dressed, he had moved to where they were sitting.
“Thank you, Havoc,” Riza smiled and leaned across Roy to kiss Havoc one last time. When they finished, Havoc grinned and shrugged.
“No problem. It was fun.” He looked down at his superior with a curious expression. “Happy Birthday, chief.” And before Roy registered the intent, Havoc leaned down and kissed him. There was Riza’s familiar taste along with cigarettes and Havoc himself and it was thoroughly intoxicating. When it ended, Roy actually struggled to open his eyes. “I’m beat guys…see you in the morning.” And with a cigarette in between his lips, Havoc took his leave.
The other two sat in silence for a moment before Roy finally spoke.
“Your birthday is in a month or so, right?”
“Yes.” She looked at him with a puzzled expression. “Why?”
“Because I think I already know what I'm going to get you...”
