Disclaimer: Don't own FMA, but I do love it!
Sweat dampened the boy's forehead and his lips were parted slightly as he panted, apparently exhausted with the effort. His golden eyes rolled back in his head and he let out a groan of pure pleasure. He flopped back against the leather couch with the most relaxed, satisfied expression Roy Mustang had ever seen.
"Liked it that much, did you?" Roy asked with a smirk.
"Fucking incredible," Ed mumbled, already drifting off to sleep.
"It was amazing, I must admit," Roy conceded. "At one point, I honestly didn't think you'd be able to finish, but you pushed past the pain and kept going."
Ed snorted softly. "As if I'd ever give up at anything I wanted to do." The gilded eyes slid open as he glanced up at the Colonel. "So… when can we do this again?"
Roy laughed softly. "It's true, teenagers are insatiable."
Ed frowned. "I'm serious, Bastard. I could do this every day for the rest of my life."
Roy's glance took in the spread of empty dishes in front of Ed and the devastated buffet table. "I'm afraid you'll have to wait until next year –"
AN: This chapter is a lot more crack fiction than most of the rest of the chapters will be. It's just a test to see where your minds reside... XD