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"We shouldn't be doing this," Riza Hawkeye says, a gasp clawing up her throat as Roy Mustang drags her fitted bodysuit down her shoulders to suck hot, wanton hickeys into the creamy pale skin.
He already has her pinned to the wall, which is incredibly unfair, as the solid weight of his muscular body against hers seems to make her rational brain- the part of her that would have slapped or shot him the moment he put his hand on her thigh underneath the table- fizzle out to absolutely nothing. Instead, she is an unprecedented level of horny, the consequences of this having already sunk to the very back of her fuzzy mind.
Outside of this bathroom, in the bar where their coworkers are still waiting for them to return, music plays loud enough that Riza can feel it in the floor. She hates it, really, but it covers the noise of what's happening in this stall and gives her a reason to justify the way her heart is racing in her chest. It's not because of Roy. Obviously.
"I know we shouldn't," Roy says back after a long moment. He actually has the audacity to look guilty as he stares down at where they're connected. He has her black mini skirt around her heel-clad ankles and the bodysuit unsnapped. His cock has been pulled out through the fly of his pants so that he can position the thick, hard length against the thin cotton of her white panties. Every time he shifts, she feels the heat and rigidness of him dragging over her folds through the barrier, which is already soaked with want. "Does it still count? If I don't actually fuck you?"
She can't help but snort. They both know that the problem with this isn't the sex itself. No, the problem with this is that, after many years of perfectly maintaining a professional dynamic between the two of them, they've crossed the line.
It started with him ordering her drink for her. She made it worse by playfully smacking his arm when he told a bad joke. Then, his hand had landed on her thigh, hers on top of it to lure him into touching her more, their teammates who were simply enjoying their disgusting fried food none the wiser. Before Riza could fully process it, they were sneaking into the bathroom minutes apart, and have found themselves here in one of the middle stalls with their clothes shoved out of the way like teenagers.
"It definitely does, but I… I guess it might not be as much of a mistake, if you don't."
"Alright, then," Roy lets out a sharp sigh and pulls her panties to the side. Her hips jump at the slide of skin on skin. She doesn't have to ask to know that he doesn't have a condom on his person. This was just a friendly team outing, and neither of them were planning on having sex at all, let alone with each other. He's thankfully not the type of man to fuck into her raw without permission, or so it seems. He's only running the hard length through her folds, coating it in the copious amounts of her arousal that have gathered there, intentionally grinding against her clit with every pass. "We'll just do this. We'll do this, and I'll make you cum, and then we'll sneak out of here, go home, and never speak of this again."
The words hurt her feelings a little. Of course, she knows that he's right. They shouldn't be doing this in the first place, so to continue it after the fact by making it a long-term arrangement would only serve to make their situation worse.
"Right," Biting back her true feelings- her love, her passion, every little reason that she's letting him touch her in a bathroom stall at a bar of all places- Riza agrees. "That would be the smart thing to do."
"No. The smart thing to do would be to stop and pretend this never happened," He chuckles nervously, something akin to disappointment evident in his face. Like he had wanted her to argue. "But I've never been very smart when it comes to you."
Her breath stutters. God damn him.
"Don't say things like that," Riza scolds, a whimper leaving her right after.
It's absolutely insane, being able to feel him bare against her after all of these years. He's rutting with pure need, kissing her neck, making her so sensitive that it's easy to feel every ridge and vein of his cock against her. He's so hot, and clearly needing her, dripping hot pre-cum between her thighs. After so long spent wondering what he would feel like up close and personal, she should be satisfied.
Somehow, she still wants more.
"Oh, come on. We're already here, aren't we? Just let me have it. Just for a moment," Roy rasps. His gaze flitters down again so that he can watch the filthy display he's created. Meanwhile, Riza is wondering if she could get him to fuck her, why she wants to get him to fuck her when it is clearly so, so incredibly unwise. "Fuck. Look how wet you are for me. It's like you're begging for it."
She tilts her head, acting coy.
"Is that what it's like?"
A groan leaves him at that. At least she has some proof that she has ruined him as much as he has her.
"Please," Roy pleads, his charcoal eyes warm and teary underneath the low purple-ish lighting of the bathroom. "Just- just the tip. I just want to feel you. Just a little bit?"
"That's stupid," She laughs, because it is. "You're stupid."
He pouts up at her pathetically and relents-
"I know."
"Well, alright, but only for a minute," She feigns hesitation, because if there is anything to know about Roy Mustang, it is that he always wants what he feels he can't have. So, if she's at risk of being out of reach, he'll chase; he'll want her in a way that he never would otherwise. "And you better pull out."
"God, you're good to me. Thank you," Pure relief rolling off of him in palpable waves, Roy lines himself up with Riza's entrance and rocks his hips forward just enough push the head of his cock into her. It's thick, and hot, and somehow feels even harder inside than it ever did when he was just grinding it against her. A soft moan leaves her, which earns his palm pressed firm yet gentle to her mouth. "I know. But you have to be quiet, lieutenant."
Lieutenant. Of course he's still calling her that. She whines against the inside of his hand, both at the title she's grown to despise and at the way he's stretching her out- and she knows, there's so much more he could be giving her- another six inches, probably, and he's just… Not. Whatever, she decides. This is already more than she ever thought she'd get from him in this lifetime, and she's going to enjoy it while she can.
Roy fucks Riza against the wall, still with just the tip, keeping a hand over her mouth to keep her from moaning loud enough to alert anyone outside the door and wedging his other hand between them to massage her clit. She has her arms around his neck and one of her legs hiked up on his waist, the heel of her shoe digging into his back. His thrusts are hurried and shallow, desperate but careful, just enough to really make her feel it. Within minutes, she's melting back against the wall and resisting the urge to use her heel on his back to bring him further into her.
It changes in one fell swoop. His hand leaves her mouth to rest against the wall, and he's trying to grip at the flat surface as if physically struggling. Then, he trembles, and seemingly by complete accident, fills her to the brim in one stuttering pivot of his hips. The sensation of being stretched further nearly makes Riza moan something obscene, but she remembers his warning and manages to bite her lip to stay quiet.
"Fuck- fuck, I'm sorry," The apology comes out strangled, every word laced with a very genuine mixture of shock and guilt. Despite it, he has started to fully rail her against the wall, cock slamming into spots that she didn't even know existed, bathroom stall rattling around them from the sheer force of it. "I didn't mean to go all the way in like that, you just felt so good, I couldn't help it- fuck, I can't stop, I can't-"
She grabs Roy's wrist, brings his hand back to her face so that he can caress her cheek, and puts the final nail in the coffin.
"Just do it, colonel- it’s okay,” Her tilts back against the wall, tipping, baring her throat to him. "Please."
Naturally, he listens. How could he not? Riza sees it- a flicker of what might be hesitation in his face- before he decides to take the gift he's been given and pound into her without any further apology. His thumb is massaging fast, tight circles into her clit that make her see stars, and oh. He feels fucking wonderful, somehow getting thicker and harder inside of her like he might just lose it as he kisses all along the column of her throat.
She should tell him not to cum inside. Even though she is on birth control, that's not a good enough prevention method by itself to justify this, is it? Not without a condom. Still, she wants it so bad, and he clearly does too, so she gives into the want and digs her heel into his back to encourage him as her legs shake.
His cock spears her open harder, deeper, all consuming and possessive, apparently trying to claim her from the inside out. Riza can't hope to stop it; the way she breaks and shatters around him with her mouth open in a silent scream, her cunt squeezing and milking him until he spills into her in hot, endless waves of cum. He's whispering thank you, I love you, you're so good to me, and more against her neck, cock pulsing and hips stuttering.
For as long as they can excuse, they stay there like that, intertwined and catching their breaths.
Riza can't believe they just did that.
With a shaky exhale, Roy pulls out and tucks himself back into his pants, leaning back against the wall opposite to her as he catches his breath. His eyes are shut for a split moment before he peers into hers with his face still flushed and his hair still frazzled.
"Let me take you home?"
"You know I'd like to, but…" Riza says, cheeks flaming red as she sees his cum dripping down her thighs. She rushes to grab some toilet paper to clean herself with. It's a half-assed job, but hopefully, it'll be enough that she'll be able to leave this bathroom without anyone noticing what she's just done. Her hands shake as they move to put her panties back in place and pull up her mini skirt. Redoing the snaps on her bodysuit feels nearly impossible. When she's done, she reaches out to Roy to smooth his silken raven locks back down the way they should be. "We shouldn't. We've made enough mistakes for one night."
"Don't say that as if we'll be able to stop now that we've started."
And deep down, she knows he's right. The line has been crossed, the barrier broken, any hope of their relationship staying professional burned to ash the moment they snuck into the bathroom to do this.
"What will the others say if they see us leaving together? They're probably already suspicious with how long we've been gone."
"We'll just give them the same excuse we did to come in here," Roy shrugs. "You drank too much and got sick. I came in here to take care of you, but you're still too wasted to drive, so I'm driving you back to your apartment. Unless they decide to trail my car, we should be fine."
"Fine," Against her better judgment, she acquiesces, secretly relishing in how his face lights up when she does. "Take me home, colonel."