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Lust… probably wouldn’t mind.
No, she most certainly won’t be upset by this. And even if she were, would she really have any right to? She wakes Ed in less than appropriate ways very often, after all.
More and more often as of recently, he wakes to find himself aroused. Achingly, painfully aroused. This wasn’t really an issue before having ended up abducted by Lust– the occasional morning wood, or soiled boxers, but that was about the extent of it. It was nothing a cold shower or clumsy, quiet masturbation in the bathroom wouldn’t solve. It was simply a matter of life, and it was something he dealt with when the need would arise. Nothing of great concern.
But now, it happens once or twice a week. Painful erections that he usually can’t just will away– he doesn’t have easy access to a shower, nor much alone time. So, Ed is either left to suffer through it until the morning and Lust awakes, or find some way to deal with it himself. Neither are easy nor pleasant. He can’t reach his cock, his hand chained to the headboard with very little give, so he can’t jack himself off. Usually, he just decides to hump the mattress until he orgasms. It’s not very satisfying, but Ed’s not exactly looking for satisfying.
This time, Ed doesn’t have that option. Lust has him wrapped in her arms, pulled tight to her body as she slumbers. His face is inches from hers, and he can see the inhuman lack of imperfections up close, even in the dark. If Ed tries to wriggle out of her hold, she’ll probably end up waking, and then this will be made into something bigger than he wants it to be.
So, he has two options; wait this out, or hump Lust .
He tries to go with the former first, but it’s frustrating and distracting. He can’t focus on falling asleep again. He’s hot all over, and he can’t forget the way he’s throbbing in his underwear, and it’s like time has fallen still. Eventually, he decides it would be easier to do the latter and just get this bullshit over with so he can fall back asleep.
Ed can feel Lust’s breaths ghosting his skin, deep and rhythmic as she sleeps. Fear pumps through his veins as he bites his lip, slowly, carefully rolling his hips against Lust. He’s terrified of waking her, the feeling reminiscent of a child sneaking a cookie from the cookie jar. It feels much better than humping the mattress, his cock rubbing against a warm body, only thin fabric separating them. He’s sure that, to a degree, the taboo-ness of it lends to sensation, magnifying the pleasure.
Sighing quietly, Ed gets a bit bolder, pressing his hips against her just a bit harder, the bed frame squeaking oh so quietly beneath them. It sounds like gunshots in the silent room, the only sound being the repetitive tick, tick, tick of the grandfather clock nearby and their mingling breaths. Hers remain even, not stuttering, still firmly caught in sleep's grasp, much to Ed’s relief. His are quick and laboured, heated puffs of air as he searches for relief.
Weary eyes fall shut, and Ed wishes he could cover his mouth, just to stifle his panting. He’s so fucking close to cumming, and it’s difficult to keep himself from going overboard; he just wants to move a bit faster , to seek out that pleasurable friction even quicker , but he knows he can’t. He knows that if he does, she’ll wake, and he’ll be as good as screwed.
His cock twitches in his underwear, and he can feel the fabric has grown damp with precum. Lust will tease him in the morning for having cum in his boxers like a horny schoolboy, but he can’t bring himself to care. That’s a problem for future Ed; present Ed has more pressing issues.
With a shuddering sigh, a bit louder than he was intending, Ed cums, hips faltering in their thrusts. Body relaxing, falling into the pleasant haze of post-orgasm bliss, Ed laments the fact he’ll have to spend the rest of the night in filthy clothes.
Inches from his face, an amused laugh is huffed into his face. He startles with a yelp, face burning as his eyes snap open and he stares at the homunculi. She’s peaking an eye open at him, a smile tugging at her lips as she watches him with that familiar, dreaded glint in her eye.
“ My , Edward, what a naughty display you put on for me. And to think a sweet little boy like you would do that to a sleeping woman…”
“I-I…” Ed’s voice is a mere squeak, reeling as he gapes at her in horror. “I just– it wasn’t…!”
Lust reaches up to cup his cheek, ignoring the way he flinches beneath her gentle touch. Her thumb kneads into his temple, massaging him in a way that has a bit of that tension leaking from his form. It’s such a soft, affectionate touch which never ceases to have him shuddering in her hands. Her hands are an awful, terrifying weapon in more than one way.
“I don’t think it’s fair if you’re the only one who gets to cum, is it?”
Sometimes, in the darkness like this, Ed wonders if Lust has had a supernatural influence on him, one that links to her horrible namesake.